[i]Victoria was forced to fall back, taking cover as the stalagmites slammed into her armor: if anything, the jagged points shattered against the ceramite, breaking through some parts yet meeting the adamantium underneath. Victoria fell back, blood pumping through her in her sudden adrenaline as she roared, backing away and bothering to fire five more rounds into the cannibal's leg. Her goal? To cripple it.[/i]