“Whhhiiizzzzzurt”
Another bolt flashed inches from the edge of the barricade, searing through the air, fizzling out ever so increasingly as it traveled farther down the hallway, until it was nigh ethereal.
“Whhhiiizzzzzurt”
And again, this one connecting with the wall behind me, crisping the painting of the odd rainbow man like bacon.
“Whhhiiizzzzzur-BOOOOOM”
A cry rang out from behind, by the corner of the hallway.“Ahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Oh no. No, no no.
Not her.
Please not her.
I slid my head out from behind the door frame ever so slowly, as to expose as just enough to check if the corridor was clear. Nothing. Had they pulled back? Had Mutou's gambit been enough to buy some time for us to regroup and maybe find the chink in the armor?
...Fuck that. Later.
I took what might have been my only chance, and dashed toward the end of the hallway with all I had in me. As I got nearer, I became more and more worried.
And it hit me. Hit me full speed, straight in the nose, then the chest. The smell was horrible, of course. But the smell wasn't what bothered me.
It was what it meant.
 
TBC?