The centipede's tail came down like a guillotine, and Bishop moved so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up with him.
Lightning crackled in the air around him as he slid to the side, the tail striking the ground with a deafening boom. Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth where he'd stood just a breath before as chunks of concrete flew up into the sky.
Pissed that it had missed, the centipede lunged again, its mandibles wide. Bishop caught one of them with his bare hand and held on to it.
With his face twisted into a sneer, Bishop caught the other one in his other hand. Electricity danced up his arms before it seared into the bug's head. The centipede shrieked, trying to get away, but not before Bishop let loose a pulse of energy that completely destroyed the creature's right eye with a wet pop.
"You picked the wrong goddamn Sanctuary," Bishop snarled, his hands still gripping the outer mandibles.
