She-Venom howls in laughter, sending her tentacles everywhere. The tips of the black tendrils sharpened, serrated, and slashed into the crowd of Life Foundation agents.
She screams, as the tendrils stretched from her back, plunging in the guards' chests. Their armor proved no match from Venom; blood spurted from the holes inside their bodies.
Alright, so, Gwen, armed with the Venom symbiote, just killed all the guards. What now?