The guards had succeeded in binding the unconscious regent and were now headed toward her. Panic rose in her stomach and threatened to shut down her ability to move fast. She lifted up a small prayer to anyone who might be listening and grabbed another random wire.
She tugged, and without a struggle it came loose, sending up a shower of sparks. A hand clutched her shoulder, and without thinking, she turned and stabbed the live wire into the guard who'd grabbed her.
The circuit closed and electricity rushed into the guard. There was a loudpop, then a long whine. Incredibly enough, the guard began to melt.
He flailed outward, grasping the corner of his companion's sarong. The second guard let out a low moan, and then he too was disintegrating before her eyes.
Sylvie held on tight to the wire as it pumped electricity into the pair. Suddenly they couldn't hold their shapes anymore, and within moments of one another, each transformed from Zantharian military guard to a block of cherry jelly.
Then the jelly turned brown, began to sizzle, and melted into a puddle on the floor. She couldn’t let go of the wire, fear forcing her to ensure that neither of the bastards were going to get up again. The ooze turned to ash and blew across the floor before her.
"Hareema," she whispered and dropped the wire, the lights blinking once before plunging her into darkness.
