They chased the soldiers down, attacking from behind and killing them with their bare hands. Ever since Dominion started collecting spirits, his body had begun slowly adapting to contain all that power, transforming into a stronger vessel. Several of these crews had gone into lawless areas and even warzones to get their stories, but none of them had ever seen something this ghastly. This was not how a nuclear explosion was supposed to happen. Hearing the chorus of screams, watching the bloodshed through helmet cameras, the president and his subordinates gawked the horror from the situation room. Her eyes were on the prize, the bulge in his pants making itself painfully obvious in his anticipation. Rather, it was a colossal ball of light, floating in the sky. Adding more pain to the mix, they each had clamps put on their nipples with wires linking them together, so if one leaned back, the other would be pulled forward. “Oh yes! Planes, helicopters, jets, troop carriers, pretty much any craft that could carry bombs or guns was on its way to the battle. As one of Dominion’s creations, she had something that no natural creature or person had, purpose. From the situation room, the president and his subordinates watched in utter bafflement, unable to explain this freak event.
