The girl lunged down, trying to scoop up the spilled blood from the floor to swallow it. The redhead tried her absolute best to pull the girl closer, attempting to stop her, but her deep wounds robbed her of her raw power. She could only watch as the girl reached for the crimson fluid.
Sharpy's expression turned into deep anger and annoyance. She was tired of the delays.
In the blink of an eye, Sharpy moved.
THRUST!
Her long, thin, razor-sharp tail shot forward like a harpoon. The massive spike at the tip pierced cleanly through the running girl's chest from behind, the metal hard bone erupting out of her sternum. The girl gasped, her hands freezing inches away from the blood pool. She didn't even get a single chance to drink it.
"I told you, failures don't get to choose how they die."
