[Sarah]

The bubble shield bowed under the assault and eventually it popped. Not unlike a soap bubble. Red magic shimmered in the air for a heartbeat and was replaced by the monsters. Brock cursed under his breath and took up a ready stance. Tony's suit was the first to fire off. A pulse from the hand connected with the nearest monster and tore the thing's shoulder off. Thick black ichor oozed from the wound and the creature still came.

Brock hated waiting for combatants to come to him, but it would be too detrimental for him to advance on his own. The armless monster finally reached him and it was much easier to maneuver with only one clawed hand swiping at him. The creature looked to have a mask where its face should've been and its mouth was agape.

Finally the sound made sense. The wailing wasn't a byproduct of their tripping security. It was the patchwork creatures. Brock couldn't say he blamed them, and he was quick to dispatch the first. So long as he didn't hear screaming behind them then he wouldn't worry about how the witch was doing. She was stronger than him anyway, not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

[Sarah]

One blast from Tony's suit ripped through the chest of one of the creatures. It left an impressive hole but didn't seem to bother the creature much. Brock struggled to take that one down. He had to retreat a step and the next blast took out its head. The monster unraveled and melted into a disgusting puddle on the floor.

"Almost done?" Brock asked over the wailing.

"Why? You think finishing up here will make those things back off?"

No, but Brock had been hoping they might blast a hole through the wall instead and get the fuck out of there.

[Sarah]

A pulse of red permeated the room and Wanda was at his side to help him dismantle what appeared to be the last of the creatures. The wailing hadn't died down, and it didn't stop until the last was a puddle on the ground. The black ichor was like tar. It spread slowly at their feet and Brock felt it stick and pull at his boots as he moved.

"Where did those things come from?" Brock asked.

"I don't know. The only way in and out is through the glass door," Wanda replied. The red pulse must've been her scouting the room.

"They were already in here," Tony grumbled.

Brock and Wanda exchanged an uneasy glance. They couldn't rest easy, but they could turn their backs for a moment and inspect the servers. Tony's suit would alert them to any new hostile presence. There was no way that was the last they'd hear from the security system.