Charge!

There was no way she was going to deal with that gas without her Climactact.

So spinning her stolen trident in hand, Nami charged forward into the army of waiting inmates. Her charge hit them with surprise, and leaping over a couple heads, she managed to crack a few skulls as well as she twirled and rolled into the fray.

Whip. Crack!

Another two men fell as her weapon whirled up into their jaws, making them taste blood as one certainly bit his own tongue from the attack.

"W... what are you doing? GET HER!" screamed one of the more composed prisoners.

However even as Nami mowed through the crowd, the gas was already seeping in close behind. For every inmate she left behind conscious, the gas would quickly finish the job as it followed. A sleeping agent of sorts, it seemed.

Only after making some good distance from the gas did Nami's exhaustion begin to become apparent. While she had done well to get so far against so many, she was still just one woman against an army of perverted if not eager and deprived convicts.

Panting hard, trying to catch her breath, it was too late before she noticed one of the men sneak behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

"H-Hey!" she yelled, struggling as the man's hands grabbed at her breasts.

"I- I got her!" he shouted, shoving his face into her hair as he tightened his grip.

She threw her head back in response, being rewarded with a sickening crunch and a scream as she broke the poor sap's nose. Pulling free, she looked around, trying to see beyond the approaching men and the encroaching gas in the near distance.

There had to be an exit somewhere. The door to at last finish this sick game at last.