The behemoth roared, his belly a grotesque arsenal of spikes. He was a mountain of rage and poor hygiene. Samus didn’t flinch. She danced between his pounding fists, feeding missiles into his gaping maw. When he finally collapsed, the resulting seismic wave cracked the foundation of the lair. She stood on his corpse, breathing hard, and felt the faint pulse of a new ability resonating from his hoard: the Varia Suit. The heat became a mild annoyance.
Samus ran. She sprinted through Tourian, her legs burning, her suit sparking. She burst out of the complex just as the world turned white behind her. Her gunship was waiting on a plateau. Metroid- Zero Mission
The first Space Pirate patrol spotted her. They chittered in surprise. She moved before they could fire. The Zero Suit was not armor, but it was a weapon in its own right. She leaped, wrapping her legs around a trooper’s neck, snapping it with a twist. She took its stun pistol. It was pathetic compared to her arm cannon, but it would do. The behemoth roared, his belly a grotesque arsenal of spikes