He saw her inhale, and he barely managed to create a shield to re-direct her acidic cloud away from him in time. Some of it clung against the side of his face, as he had turned it in response to the twisting of her claws in his body. And he did feel the effect of the poison, like Rachel had when she had fallen prey to it. But Franklin refused to allow himself to fall in battle.
"FALL, GODDAMNIT!"
His psionic assault continued.
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