The deafening noise rattles around Nimona's skull like a bullet. Her screams finally morph into cries of pain as the light in her eyes flickers with the pulse of the sound waves. Stumbling backward -- and off of Drelasa -- she tries to clap her misshapen hands over her ears, but her arms are too long, and refuse to bend in the right direction. All she can do is clutch at the air and scream.

Blood sprays from her mouth with each shriek, spattering both the ground and the front of Drelasa's clothes.