Her teeth sank deep into the rotting flesh at the back of his neck. She heard him give a guttural grunt of pain as the blonde woman barrelled into him and knocked all three of them to the ground.
His weight was crushing down on her, making it difficult to breathe. She bit deeper, feeling necrotising sinew give way beneath her mouth and her teeth splintering bone into shards. Blood and spinal fluid and scraps of putrid muscle coated her throat and her chin.
His body spasmed above her as his nerves failed at her touch, the back of his head beginning to melt into a pulpy mess of blackening skin. Then her teeth finally met as she severed his spine and he went limp.
She bit harder for a second, just to make sure. The smell was foul and the acidic poisons of her saliva were already dissolving the bone and tissue. Her hand was clenched tight on the back of his skull, fingers rigid amid the increasingly slippery mass of deep brown and red and black as the rot began to spread down to the rest of his body and the rancid liquids dribbled down her arm.
The blonde woman – Belial, was that what the Duke had called her? – rolled off the decomposing corpse, clutching at her sides and wheezing. Lili ignored her. She could hear Snowy’s laboured breathing somewhere nearby, punctured with sobs. She shoved the rotting remains of the ‘Could-have-been-King’ off her, staggering to her feet and moving swiftly to the edge of the platform.
Below her the body of Mr Echo lay split from sternum to groin, innards spilled out in a stinking pile atop him. She would have gagged, if she were not capable of doing so much worse. Cornelius was fighting Wrench. The man who had been sent to kill them was hideously wounded – no doubt the work of Mr Echo before things had turned sour. It was clear that things had not gone well for anyone involved, judging by the amount of blood and viscera splattered across the room.
The rage in Cornelius’ eyes was almost palpable as he glanced up at her briefly atop the platform. They looked at each other and there was a moment of understanding between them. She nodded. He grabbed Wrench, roaring and pulling the man’s head back sharply.
She stepped gracefully off the platform, her full weight landing sickeningly hard on the assassin’s neck and dropping them both to the floor.
Somehow, he survived it. Wrench gave a hoarse roar, attempting to turn and rip his way through the people surrounding them with his wicked knife. His legs were a mess, dripping blood and bent wrongly like his neck, and his face was similarly fucked up. Clearly the tables had turned too far from his favour and he needed to get out
He didn’t last much longer. Cornelius was a vengeful man, and he had a laser.