Lifting Stones Underneath [Catherine, Escorpion]

You ever have those days, where you just know something bad was going to happen? You wake up, not even get out of bed, but look up at your ceiling, like god had given you the very divine inspiration of Nostradamus himself to tell you you're going to have a bad day. Whether it ends up being car problems, some asshole at work calls out, or Aaron, that bastard, continues to bug you about his stupid nephew NO I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT GOD DAMN!

If Escorpion had that feeling when he set up his new ambush location; He might of actually been able to escape from the monster that suddenly, to him appeared. Now, this wasn't a matter of sensing or not, it was a matter of Escorpion felt them coming, seemingly a normal person, until the moment he laid eyes upon her from his hidey hole, he knew immediately he was going to die if he fought her.

Now, reasonably, that might be a common thought when one sees a women, on the shorter side, with a look like the world was dead to her, and wielding a sword and shield made from hollow parts. That was simply asking for trouble in truth, shorter women had bones to pick with the world and would take it out on anyone, this one clearly took it out on poor Hollows... Like Him... And she was looking for him even now...

Sweat beat down the outside of his carapace, even as it stilled as much as it possibly could. The piercing whistle still echoed, even going so far as inside his brain to bounce around for a few solid seconds as this measly hollow tried to figure out its best chance to survive this encounter.

'Ai-ai-ai... No Bueno...' Was the first thought.

The second was since escape was clearly off the table, hiding was off the table, it was time for step three; Running somewhere else.

Trying to be as stealthy (which wasn't much in this scenario) as possible, Escorpion quietly decided to open a garganta and awkwardly attempted to shuffle on - ?

You know those really annoying pains you get in life, stubbing your toe, stepping on a leggo, getting a splinter, a still out if put out cigarette somehow finding your skin? Those average pains are normal to your day to day life! Its natural and you accumulate pains like that, like you accumulate germs.

Sadly, this was a bit more than a minor nuisance pain.

"SANTO DIOS!" Came the pained screech from the hollow scorpion, as it stumbled back on its five remaining legs. The vain attempt to move said now detached leg out of the way resulted in nothing changing to the Hollow. "MY LEG! OH GOD, SHE CUT OFF MAH LEG!" The pincers were feebling flailing around the Hollow's legs in a vain attempt to somehow staunch the bleeding. The stumbling steps turned into the scorpion tripping and falling onto its metaphorical ass.

From the wound flowed a white paste substance, which took the vague shape of the scorpion's detached leg, before it 'sharpened', and a new leg took its place.

Not that the giant scorpion seemed to notice.

"SANTO DIOS! PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" The hollow held up its two pincers in an attempt to shield its face "PLEASE, P-PIBA! THINK OF MY NEPHEW! I CAN'T LEAVE HIM ALONE IN THIS WORLD!"