Niki thought, fuck it, why not kill me some algren?                                                       She commanded her blades to extend from her wrists. 

     She could have used her stun-lines to take a bunch of the algren down, seeing as how they were all so preoccupied. 

     She didn't bother, though. 

​     She just went after them. 

     Every algren she saw dumb enough to strip off their armor in the middle of battle. 

     Because she was invisible, the first ones she sliced into never saw her coming. 

     She sliced off a head, then an arm, then another head. 

     She saw a pile of them, a dozen algren of all different sizes, shapes and colors. She sank a blade into the brain of an algren as big as a hippo. A python of an algren slithered by. Niki used her laser knife to slice it from end to the other.

     Blood of every color and beyond spurted everywhere. 

     It drew the attention of the other algren. 

     Niki found herself surrounded by algren soldiers, some with weapons, others  without. 

     She dropped to the ice in a womb position, arms around knees, so that, even as the algren surrounded her, she remained hidden. 

     And then she rose. 

     And, as she rose, she sliced. 

     Her universe became about nothing but slicing and spurting blood. 

​     And, damn it, Niki felt herself start to climax. 

     It was that gargantuan, fornicating triad. 

     It emitted sexual energy as strong as pulsating music. 

     They came at her from all sides, they had knives and blasters, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that, for a few precious moments, she became who, at her core, she truly was, and that was a killing, rampaging animal who didn't think or feel but instead struck, struck, sliced, dodged, struck, weaved, and sliced again, until it became hard to stand because of all the blood and bodies on the ice beneath her feet.

     And then a lone figure rose from the pile of body parts, and Niki knew she faced her first true challenge of the day. 

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