The arena reeked of oil and scorched metal, the wet mud clinging to Eva’s knees as GRU soldiers stood above her. Behind them, the towering bulk of the Shagohod loomed and just ahead. Volgin stood still whilst his hands hummed with savage energy, arcs of lightning crackling across his shoulders. Eva runs her hands up the legs of the Gru soldiers letting out a moan as she goes for there weapons, not the metal ones but... you know. She might as well torment them a little bit and suck them dry.
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