[i]"Eugh! Tyranids! Ewewewewew!!!"[/i] Using the propellers on the back of her suit, Mir'ika gave herself some freedom from the wave, letting her hover slightly over them. She smirked. [i]"I think it's time for a good ol' roast."[/i] She let loose the fusion flamers she had equipped, in both hands. The jets of overly hot flames were enough to make ashes out of any organic or metal material within seconds from the sheer heat. Using her favourite weapons, she cleaved a way through the horde for her to move with more ease, giving herself some leeway.