Shadows

Confusion... Disorientation... It is dark, save for light shone from where she apparently emerged.
 
Where is this? How is she here?
 
There are others. They stare at her. They hesitate. They speak, questioning. They are asking her who she is. The simple awareness of what "who" means in terms of individuality however is utterly lost to her. She has no knowledge of such social distinction. She would explain.
 
She scans for signals, receptions. She broadbands on all frequencies. One frequency emits audibly, matching with her signal. She refines her sending to that frequency, attempting to match pattern with words. They hear static in their earpiece, then what seems like a soft, warbling feedback. Finally it refines into a ghostly wailing voice, with an alien accent.
 
"What I am, I do not know."
"How I am, I do not know."
"Why I am, is known..."
"To hold back the darkness."
"I sense kinship in this."
 
They remain confused but apparently less threatened. They repeat some questions. They ask others she does not understand.
 
She responds. "I am without reference. Give me guidance."
 
A threat emerges, huge. It roars. She discovers something new, she has not experienced yet. Fear! She is confused by this. She hesitates.
 
The threat attacks one of the others, marking the threat hostile. She struggles through her hesitation and manages to advance close enough to perhaps assist. The threat is attacked with a large bolder which does damage. Then it too does damage to another with but a touch. Contact may be dangerous. She weighs threat to danger. Action warranted despite.
 
She accelerates like a bullet, striking the threat with an outstretched arm as she passes. Her arm bursts clean through the threat. It falls, severed almost in two.
 
She is concerned. She understands life is precious and not to be taken lightly. It is however done. The threat was sufficient. Her action necessary.
 
It is dark in these caves, they extend, contents unknown. Egress unavailable in known area. Advancing only option. Others explain there is another imprisoned. Exploring further made more urgent.
 
She calculates. Others ability to withstand attack unknown. Her ability innately known. Highest success resolved with her taking lead. She advances into the unknown section.
 
A creature leaps and grabs onto her head with long fingers and tentacles. Its teeth rend her. She feels another new sensation, pain, as it manages to penetrate what she knows is highly resistant. It carves a gash in her face. The new pain sensation however is insufficient to distract her from the moment. She grabs hold of the creature and rips it off her face, holding it at arm's length.
 
One of the others attacks it with an acid spit and it takes damage. Still holding the creature, she slams it into the wall at bullet speed. It is broken, unmoving.
 
There is manufactured structure ahead, and in it, a door that might contain the imprisoned one the others referred to. However the area forward appears filled with a strange mist. She cannot resolve if the mist is a threat. She tests it with a quick dash into and out of it. It does no damage. She advances into the room to examine the door.
 
Then a handful of yet more strange creatures materialize out of the mist. New others apparently teleport arear her. She readies herself, calculating options.