"Memory," it comes out a little strangled, and through gritted teeth, and the next flash is of the source of that horrible snarl, of Nemesis right there in her face as she turns away from the swarm of purple that's blocking her path.

The thing is tall, dark and monstrous and it wraps an oversized, clawed hand around her head and pulls, the sounds of metal against metal and metal tearing overloading everything else until even that can't make itself heard over the screaming.

Cammie's leg gives, she almost falls to one knee, but she pushes herself up and forces herself to keep moving. Keep it together, Cammie.