Assaulted
Zera found herself covered in sweat. The monster before her had stood up despite the bleeding wounds in its body.
"Are you immortal?" Zera muttered, checking the watch on her wrist. She barely has five minutes to get the killing done.
"It's not real," Zera added. She was a little distracted by the blood gushing from the injuries she had inflicted.
The room was a mess after the dance with the MetaX. Its head extended, the metals gyrating each other. If it hit her, it would have caused a terrible wound that she might need a week or two to heal.
Zera can't afford that.
She already had enough of the wounded when Xavier had suffered while trying to keep pace with her. It would be another horrible scenario that might end badly.
Additionally, their search for the hideout and her friends looking for the clues might not be enough to cover the limited time they have.