"Michael, to your left!"
Lily's warning came just in time.
Michael sidestepped at the last second and narrowly avoided the tentacle that lashed out to ensnare him.
Without any hesitation, he raised his sword overhead and brought it down with tyrannical force, cleaving through the writhing limb easily like a wild vine.
The beast he was fighting — Subject Omega — let out an ear-piercing shriek that rattled the air.
For half a second, it disoriented everyone that was present.
Everyone except Michael. Somehow, he stayed sharp and focused, even as the high-pitched noise clawed at his eardrums like nails on glass.
And thankfully because of that, he saw the beast open its maw wide and shoot a thick glob of black saliva toward him.
Michael threw himself to the side just in time again.
The acidic spit struck the ground where he had stood a moment ago, sizzling violently as it rusted and ate through the metallic floor like lava.