Digging into Oberon's flesh

Let's hurt him.

I looked for an injury, any injury, and settled on the one on the arm.

Multiple hands together, forming a point of sorts, as I dove for it. Ignoring me for the most part, he even raised his hand up to bring it into my strike.

The force was enough to break the forcefield. I held my breath, just in case, and did what I could to use flight and a furious, scrabbling effort to dig my hands into crevices and keep from being thrown away from my target.

I was in the midst of a small crater I'd made.

Come on. Come on. Come on, girl. You didn't nearly lose your mind sitting in that situation room so you could do nothing now.

I felt the forcefield settle back into place. I even saw hints of her in the air, which still had traces of gas in it. A face here, a reaching hand there.

Put that hand here. Put all of the hands here.

With enhanced strength, I drove multiple hands into the deepest, thickest crack I could find in his wrist.

With enhanced strength, I pulled those hands apart, scrabbled in deeper with others. Digging my way into a wound while trying to part it wider.

Chunks of flesh came flying loose with a massive tide of blood. He reacted, bending over. I flew back and I caught the largest chunk, only for it to come apart in my hand. I'd hoped for a shard of bone or something hard.

- Radiation 18.4