Ishmael made her way through the halls of K Corp’s halls, the green fluid that dripped off her suit and hair was something she was only just getting accustomed to. Though it made her look pudgy, it didn’t actually weigh all that much when she wore it. And what’s better, she could channel all the fluid upon her suit into her weapon to deliver a tremendously heavy blow to her opponent, something she just did. She raises her weapon and picks the gore off her weapon. “Ahaha—… who’s next?”