designed for battle in some way, but not this level of close quarter crowd control.
Like rag dolls, the broken and dismembered bodies are thrown violently in all directions as she slices and pummels the swarm almost effortlessly. Working her way through most of the horde in no more than two minutes she stops as another scream rings out and the remaining drones begin to pull back. But they stop suddenly and hold position just a few meters away.
Steve looks at the monitors one by one but can’t see the new alpha anywhere. Each of the remaining drones just stands there with the same angry look on their face, staring at a Belle itching for the order to attack. Steve scans down towards Belle’s feet. The bodies of the tall son and the tired mother lie