The rounds hammered into the first Blade-type's chest, spraying black flesh and shards of bone, but it didn't slow. It skittered sideways, impossibly fast, metal arms flashing. Roulan rolled away, tonfa scraping sparks off the tiles as she slid under a wild swing.
Yifei lunged, spear whipping up to parry the other mutant's slash. Metal screeched on metal. Sparks burst as the edge glanced off her weapon, missing her cheek by a hair. She spun, drove her spear into the mutant's thigh, and ripped free. Rotten flesh tore, but the Blade-type only grinned wider, jaws unhinging.
The first one was already on me, blades crossing in a scissor slash aimed at my neck. I dropped low, firing point-blank. The tungsten rounds chewed a hole through its ribs, but its blade caught my shoulder, biting deep and burning cold.
I grunted, kicked out, and sent the mutant staggering.
