Crack, snap, crack. The sound of her cracking bones echoed. Her limbs forcefully righted themselves, ligaments and tendons grew over joints, reinforced by muscles, covered by skin. In seconds her body was back in one piece. Rage still burned bright within her.

She launched herself at the nearest soldiers, clawing and biting in a tempest of teeth and nails. She bit a nose off, plucked a pair of eyes out, ripped ears off, pulled jaws clean off, tore through throats, ripped through carotid arteries. She was bathed in blood as she moved through the ranks of enemy soldiers. She moved with disregard for herself. Like the offspring of an avalanche and rockslide pumped with steroids and pain numbing narcotics. She was unstoppable. She punched so hard all the bones in her arm shattered, only to right itself almost instantly. She ripped her left arm off, broke it in half, dashed forward stabbing everything in sight with the jagged bones of her broken arms.

 As Emily advanced, her blood-soaked form struck terror into the hearts of the enemy soldiers. They turned tail, stampeding over each other in a frantic bid to escape the "Red Demon." Their panicked shouts and screams filled the air, accompanied by the thunder of their footsteps as they fled in abject terror.

The enemy couldn't use their mounted machine guns or mortars against her, for fear of hitting their own but in desperation, they aimed mortars at her and launched shells. Boom, body parts flew in all direction. Her head soared further down the trench, regenerating at an even faster speed. She regrew her entire body from her head in less than a second. A maniacal smile spread across her face as she looked in the direction of the remaining enemy soldiers. The soldiers looked in despair at their comrades dieing slowly in agony. One after the other, they pulled out their service revolvers shooting themselves in the head, deciding that suicide was a kinder fate than death by the red demon. Like a symphony of death, guns went off one after the other. Putting an end to the life of each soldier. 

Emily emerged from the trenches, her rage subsiding as she gazed back at her supposed allies. Memories of the devastation they had unleashed, the sacrifice of her battalion, and the smiles of her siblings flooded her mind. A newfound determination burned within her: “Protect their smiles. Make mom proud. The world must burn.”

With a fierce battle cry, Emily charged forward, her footsteps pounding the earth. The ground trembled beneath her, as if the very foundations of the world were shuddering in anticipation of the chaos to come. The air seemed to vibrate with electricity, the skies darkening as if night itself was descending to witness the destruction. And Emily, fueled by her unyielding fury, marched forward, ready to unleash a maelstrom of vengeance upon the world.