Terra runs toward the back of the platoon, or whatever the Leonards describe themselves to be in ordered groups. Assholes? Allows the terror within herself to become a strategic anger. Catches up and twirls her battle axe. Swings like an acrobatic guillotine. Chops. A head rolls beside her silent steps. Swings upon another neck. Blood spirts like a twitching fountain upon her bone white skin. Another soldier turns to unload his Honey Badger into her. Slices his hands off at the wrists, through the armour. Swings again into the soldiers neck. Head and helmet fly into the back of another soldier, whom she also swiftly decapitates.

Counts ten decapitations before any of the other soldiers notice their numbers have  dwindled. Before they notice the dead who lay in pieces behind them.

Terra disappears up sable stone and mortar, onto the top of a building. Watches from the shadows as one soldier notices the blood trail up the wall to her position. The other soldiers point their weapons in confusion. Each back presses against another. Turn in circles like the anxiety of a courtship dance with death. Honey Badgers point sporadically in every direction. Knees bend and elbows extend in shooting stances. Terra counts thirty two terrified Leonards. Can smell their fear. Except for one. That one points a Honey Badger in her direction.

Leaps from her shadow. Climbs down the wall of the nearest alley. Runs with the planet's gravity. Barefoot. Dangerous exhilaration. Sweat under her arm. Steps from the alley for a startlingly quick moment. Swings and flips back into the shadows. Two Leonards drop to the ground headless. One of which had noticed her previous position. That one had to die first. No one notices where she's been until the armour of the freshly dead makes thuds. All fire into the alley at once. Terra's long gone, already at the top of the next building.

Boom!

A small explosion above the underground slightly vibrates the cavern. Debris and dust fall onto the top of buildings and onto the road and sidewalks.

Lambent torch lights on the street flicker and brighten and slowly burn out below her view, like apparitions disappearing into a consuming mist of tenebrosity. Knows the Leonards have night vision masks but it will take a moment for their sight to adjust with the difference in lighting and the change in the type of vision. Terra has the advantage. Can witness like daylight. Can somehow witness the world better in the pitch black than in the artificial lighting of the underground. Feels like howling.

Terra dives from the top of the building and drops. Summersaults onto the street. Swings upon her enemies. Connects steel through flesh and bone. Slices through neck upon neck. Decapitates the silent panic. Dances through the whispers of less and less gunfire. Slaughters them all. Her enemies cover her axe in their dripping gore.

Terra licks the blade. Smiles at the taste of something more than vermilion.

'What the fuck am I doing? Blood? Really Terra? Wait. I wasn't in control of that action. But it tasted good. No! Get out of my head whatever you are! I don't have time for this! I'm going to have to go back to the lab and be quarantined if I'm becoming a revenant again. Oh my god. I thought I was free. I thought...'

A sound creaks in her ear. Back flips away from her position. Misses an impalement from a long sharp pointy lance in the hand of a headless Leonard soldier. It's the first enemy she decapitated. The revenant. Terra picks up a Honey Badger. Fires into the soldier's torso. Collapses the body onto the street. Creates a molasses pool of black blood ooze. Swings her axe. Chops through the revenant's armour. Impressed by the strength of her double blade. Chops the revenant in two at the waist. Butchers its thin arms and legs. Severs its hands and elbows and knees and ankles. Feels herself smile like the malediction of God's biblical breath. Wide and hollow behind her mouth. Forces herself to stop chopping broken armour and the pulp of what once was.

Terra turns. Runs past the armour remains in the direction of her previous destination. Bare feet find the feeling of a few blocks before finding another group of igneous armour Leonards. She's giddy with her grin. Knows she shouldn't be this happy to kill. Abominable feelings flicker like Iscariot being eaten alive by a tortured Satan. Guilt turns on and off and shadows her conscience back and forth. Calms such wild wilderness inside her atoms. Lets it be. Has no time to fight her self-control parallel to her enemy.

This time she doesn't need to be as strategic with her battle axe twirls. Knows the armour is no match for her otherworldly weapon.

Stalks them like death follows life. Catches up in a volume of her almost unimaginable silence. Watches in the dark of their night vision which is useless without eyes in the back of their heads. They don't seem to have such biological technology.

Flashes into a memory of the Leonards from ten years ago. They had holographic screens in their helmets to help them have three hundred and sixty degree vision. These soldiers don't seem to have such privilege. These soldiers are doomed.

Runs and jumps. Twirls and swings a flash of metaphysical metal. Chops through bone under flesh under armour. Carves bodies into bits. Chests and ribs. Sculptures and nether. Faces split in two. Femoral arteries like fountains. Spines protrude from stomachs. The street's a dead yard of body parts. The silent deaths of faceless others. Slaughters all forty without a single gunshot cracking echoes in the air of the underground night.

Terra's as red as her torn dress. Giddy again. So happy, scares herself with such an feeling. Dashes past the gory leftovers of the onslaught. Sprints the final few blocks barefoot. Leaves bloody footprints in the past. Finds the door of the establishment of Good and Evil and Beyond.

Pushes the odd handle down. Door thunders open. Crashes into the foyer. Slams into the crowded room of unknowing and unsuspecting drunken wobbly smiling laughing Ghosts. Flies across the room with her naked feet like shedding feathers from her soul. Finds the rainbow hair at the centre of the mass of Ghosts. Glare.

"You made...it...what happened?"

"We've got to leave! The Leonards are here. In the streets. I just took out two groups of those bastards and a revenant. It's an invasion."

Terra hears the hammer of a revolver click. Time stops for her. Instantly knows where such a slight noise originates. Throws her giant axe in the direction. A gun blasts. Watches the bar keeper behind the counter fall back with a hole where his face once was. The man who pulled the trigger lays his sliced head upon the bar counter with her axe protruding.

Chaos bangs at the door and scratches at the walls of the building.

Gun shots explode toward the ceiling as Leonards fall from the rafters. Some die on the way down. Many others cling to ropes and slaughter the unsuspecting inebriates. A group of four Ghosts seem prepared. Fire and return the slaughter upon the Leonards. Blast necks and groins. One becomes a mess of meat by a spray of bullets. The other three scream their onslaught upon the view of their epistemology in a teleology of vengeance.

Click

That particular sound resonates beside Terra's ear. Attention turns toward the sound of fate. Glare holds a Beretta 9mm at Terra's forehead. The young student smirks and bites her lip. Speaks like someone completely different from the potential friend Terra thought she was.

"Time to die, abomination."

Terra forms a useless word on her lips.

Glare pulls the trigger. The bullet enters Terra's forehead and burns through her brain. Explodes the back of her skull completely off.