Scar knew she would need all the help she could get, if that meant building an army from her competitors, that made it all the better.
She hurried off in the direction of the spider creature she'd just created, using the terrified screams and panicked gun fire as a guide through the maze. She eventually reached the battle field that held all the action.
The large chamber was made up to resemble a urban neighborhood. Plywood houses and cars lined up in two rows of three. Amidst the battlefield were a number of fleshy bits, presumably former plays now grotesquely transformed beyond recognition.
Laser fire pored out from two positions; a house window each on both sides of the street. The mouth spider now taking cover behind one victim, whom repeatedly being hit was growing larger in different areas and making better cover.
Once it was wider Scar took her chance and sprinted for her new comrade firing her three guns to suppress the attackers. One got lucky and seemed to graze the window frame, a figure within retreating from the posable hit. Scar however took a hit in her sprint from the second shooter, the beam hitting her in the leg and sending her rolling into the fleshy cover.
When the world stopped spinning she looked down at her wounded leg. It was still human, but had grow three times its size with fat! The thick jiggling cellulite mass squished against the ground by it's own weight with rolls at the knee and ankle. Thick sausage like toes fitted at her feet and noticeably heavier to try n move.
"You again! What are you doing here!?" Boomed the large mouth, its voice slightly slurred. Scar could see that its bottom lip was swollen and being dragged down by its own weight, most likely from the same gun that got her leg.
"I heard all the gun fighting and came to help!" She replied as she dragged herself into better cover.
"Lot of help you'll be with a fat leg like that even with the extra arms and guns. bet you can't even get up with that monster!"
It was true, Scar was havering a hard time just dragging it. As the gun fire rolled on over their cover scar got a better look at her bunker buddy. Three of her eight arms were swollen with muscle, large enough to tip her stance off balance. One looked to have been replaced with a leg and sitting between two unchanged arms was a large white feathered wing currently tucked out of the way.
"You look worse for ware yourself!" She snapped back over the incoming shots. "Think you could give me a ride? Ill shoot you move?"
"Sure, its all good fun anyway!"
Using the muscular arms at her disposal the 'mouth' lifted Scar and her extra weight onto its back laying her belly down and used the wing to hold her in place like a belt. Scar was able to point all three guns forward from her spot on top of the spider and the extra arms to hold her in place.
"Do you know who has the 'muscle gun?" She yelled at her new ride'
"I think the one on the left!"
"Go that way! I think I have an idea!"
"OK! Get ready!"
Using the muscular arms the 'mouth' sprung from the cover, strafing side to side in powerful jumps as it approached the house. Scar tried her best to fire at the window the beams shot out from but, the movement of her mount was too quick to keep up with. As they got closer though a shot opened up. Through the window a stray beam from Scar illuminated her target. With a full power blast from one of her guns Scar could see it hit her mark and watched shooter fall backwards out of sight.
"Got'em!" She cheered. "Quick get inside!"
The 'mouth' through herself at the side door to the house, ripping it off its hinges and unloaded Scar. The house only held one wall inside of it, leaving it quite open. Open enough that their adversary was easy to spot. They looked to have been a woman once from their shapely hips and legs, but from the now sexless crotch and up their was nothing but a human sized arm. It's palm searching for its gun. Which now laid before Scar's fat foot.
"Lets hope this is it." Scar said as she pointed the gun at her obese leg.
"Wait!" Yelled the mouth, "you have a perfect test subject right there!" Pointing a finger at the fallen arm.
"Good point!"
Scar pulled the trigger aiming dead center of the arms bicep...