Eve took half a step back, putting some distance between herself and the Symbiote monster.
The Necrosword spun halfway around in her hand, blade facing down, its tip pointed at the ground.
Her deep brown eyes watched the Symbiote monster charging toward her, her expression unchanged.
She lowered herself slightly, her weight shifted forward. Her black hair drifted in the energy field, while the hem of her white shirt snapped loudly in the wind.
The monster's first arm came crashing down.
Not a fist, but an open palm. Five enormous, sharp-tipped fingers spread wide like claws, descending over Eve like a net.
Black energy crackled between its fingers, forming arcs that ionized the dust and water vapor in the air with sharp popping sounds.
Eve's body became a streak of black light, leaving a black afterimage across the ground.
The afterimage passed beneath the monster's palm, slipped under its arm, and circled around behind it.
The Necrosword traced an arc through her hand, its blade cutting into the monster's rear heel.
She had deliberately chosen that spot. It was the only part of the monster's body not covered in dark red patterns.
It was the weakest connection point left behind by the Symbiotes' fusion.
The blade cut into the monster's heel.
Black Symbiote tissue sprayed from the wound, splattering Eve's white shirt and leaving dark red, smoking marks across it.
Her shirt was not corroded. The Necrosword's energy field protected her body, and the Symbiotes were repelled the instant they touched her skin.
The monster let out a low roar, like the earth splitting apart.
Its body twisted violently in pain, all four arms swinging backward at once in an attempt to seize Eve.
Eve moved through the gaps between its arms like a black fish swimming through the cracks