She swung said claw at Ubermensch, missing by a fraction, but a few drops of the acid managed to land on his coat, sizzling and burning small holes in the white fabric. Taylor soon felt her hands forming into the bladed weapons that she had been using against the Endbringer, and found that they were dripping with a black liquid that, when it touched the ground, sizzled menacingly. Taylor grunted, before racing forward again, but with a bit more preparation this time, “Queenie! Claws and something to hit him with!” she ordered. “What the fuck!? Since when could Nazis do backflips!” She pulled up her regenerating left hand instead, firing off a shot that Ubermensch narrowly dodged by doing a backflip.

She drew her pistol again, but Ubermensch was slightly faster, and she soon found her hand missing several fingers. Taylor holstered her pistol, reaching up and resetting her jaw, “Nish’ ta’ shoo’ ya’ Ubermesh!” she slurred, the muscles in her mouth and jaw still regenerating. “Ah! But of course, introductions!” he said, shooting her in the mouth, “I am Ubermensch, leader of ze Gesellschaft, of course, I already know you.”

“I’ll admit, I never did catch your name!” She yelled, before firing off three successive shots, each of which were dodged by her target as he landed and dashed to the side.

She grunted as she felt her left arm hanging by only a thread, before bringing up her right arm to shoot. Taylor tracked him, re-aiming her guns only to be cut off as he pulled his own weapon from his coat, a long pistol, and shot Taylor’s arm. Taylor was, of course, used to such sounds and sensations, so without missing a beat she charged forward, firing her guns in the Major’s direction only for him to jump upward, avoiding the shots with unnatural speed and grace. Blood rained, limbs flew, and screams filled the air.

I am ze ubermensch