Fighting.
The jet-black night sky was illuminated only by several whizzing blue and purple comets coming in and out of view. Below the array of lights was an eroding city; an elevated highway's streets were packed with numerous cars and trucks.
Miya surveys the congested streets, continuing to be transported by the hovering motorcycle with both its tires flipped sideways and producing blue light.
A faint shadow grows on her backside, making her look back with widened eyes.
She leaps from the vehicle, evading a gray sports car that was falling down several feet above her, and glides through the sky. Her skin coated with the brisk winds and hair floating with her descent, she looks at her surroundings as she continues to plummet from her unseen attacker.
Miya then crashes onto a red civic on the jammed highway on her hands and feet; The car’s windows and hood shatter on her landing.
The gray sports car lands on a black truck a few vehicles away and explodes in a cloud of fire of smoke, the blast of hot wind hitting Miya’s back and shaking her hair and clothing forward.
“… You’re not like the others… You’re just like me.”
Miya turns around and looks up at a young woman standing on a blue minibus. Her eyes were crimson, while her skin was colorless along with her hair. She only wore a black-gripping latex suit, hugging her exquisite figure and exposing only her hands and feet.
The woman jumps from the bus and hops from car to car until she’s about one vehicle in front of Miya, offering her a smile.
“What’s your name? My name’s Kensa… It could be something else, but that’s what they call me. It isn’t a bad name, is it though?” The woman detailed while squatting down.
A second blast of hot wind washes past Kensa as another car explodes from the fire building from the initial combustion.
Miya’s metal holster whirs and releases a puff of steam. It then unlocks, allowing Miya to whip her handgun from the enclosure and twirl it around before aiming it at the woman.
Kensa smiles and jumps forward so that her feet dangled from the car’s hood as she sat, swinging them back and forth.
“You are like me, huh? Maybe we could have some fun before I have to go back.” Kensa pries with another question.
Miya leans her gun’s nozzle down and presses on the trigger, releasing a narrow white beam that grazes past Kensa’s neck. The woman looks down to her throat, releasing a blood trail, and smiles.
“… That wasn’t very nice. Although I did throw one of these hunks of metal at you, so I guess it’s fair for you to be hostile.”
Miya’s eyes give off a gleam of white. She leans backward, looking up at Kensa, covering their distance in a matter of milliseconds with her sharpened fingernails outreached.
Miya hops onto both her hands and kicks Kensa in the chest making her ascend into the air. Before she can be launched, Kensa latches onto Miya’s legs and lifts her into the air, and using her built momentum, slams Miya on top of a nearby red pickup truck.
Kensa smiles and bends down over Miya, now implanted in the car's metal surface. She then grabs Miya by the scruff of her hair and lifts her up so that their faces were leveled.
“You’re like me… So why don’t you give in to your urges? It’s quite easy.” Kensa remarks by leaning her body back and twisting her leg.
She then hurls Miya several feet into the air. Her body then bounces onto several cars, leaving a splatter of red blood on their tops until Miya crashes into the window of a yellow and black cab.
Kensa bends her knees and lunges into the air, gliding through the wind as if she was flying. She then crashes onto Miya’s stomach, making her heave a splash of blood with eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“You’re not holding back on me, are you? If you don’t start playing more, I think I’ll just kill you—“
The vreem of Miya’s gun at her side cuts her sentence short as she shoots a broad blue ray past Kensa’s foot. The woman gives a blank stare as she looks at her missing limb and starts to plummet downward.
Miya then kicks Kensa in the stomach, making her fly back into the hood of a nearby silver SUV, and fires several white neon blasts into her body. Kensa’s eyes widen as she looks down at the abundance of dense black-fleshed holes covering her torso and arms.
“Ha… See… I knew you’d be fu—“
Miya fires another round into the side of her face, cutting her charred cheek open and making her blackened tongue lop to the side and brittle teeth clatter onto the ground. She then walks over to the still-lying woman and places the nozzle onto the top of her head.
“You said I’m like you. Explain.”
Despite her adverse state, Kensa’s mouth coughs with an abhorrent groan, blue blood pulling from her hanging pink lips and inner white membrane. Some of the holes in her skin start to gather into clumps until they mesh into each other and seemingly heal within a few seconds.
Kensa leans herself up from the car and lifts her head so that it faces the night sky. In a slow turn, she reveals her now fully recovering face, her lips lifting back into place with her sharp white canine teeth growing back as well.
Miya jumps back and smacks her handgun into her other palm, causing it to transform into a long assault rifle with an extended barrel and butt-stock, similar to the As Val. She then holds it at an angle with a squinted eye, the other narrowing itself through the blue holo-scope, and presses the trigger.
Kensa’s body shakes and jolts as a volley of blue plasma bullets races past her torso. As the bolts passed through her backside, the interior of the SUV's leather seats and now shattered windows were plastered with bullet holes and blue ooze.
Miya then stops her assault and throws the gun forward. Before the nozzle was only a few inches in front of Kensa’s face, it wraps itself in a net of white hexagons and morphs into a silver spherical object with a short metal handle on its side.
Miya pulls a long black metal thread held in her palm from the tip of the grenade, releasing the metal handle and causing the sphere to clink.
Fighting.
The jet-black night sky was illuminated only by several whizzing blue and purple comets coming in and out of view. Below the array of lights was an eroding city; an elevated highway's streets were packed with numerous cars and trucks.
Miya surveys the congested streets, continuing to be transported by the hovering motorcycle with both its tires flipped sideways and producing blue light.
A faint shadow grows on her backside, making her look back with widened eyes.
She leaps from the vehicle, evading a gray sports car that was falling down several feet above her, and glides through the sky. Her skin coated with the brisk winds and hair floating with her descent, she looks at her surroundings as she continues to plummet from her unseen attacker.
Miya then crashes onto a red civic on the jammed highway on her hands and feet; The car’s windows and hood shatter on her landing.
The gray sports car lands on a black truck a few vehicles away and explodes in a cloud of fire of smoke, the blast of hot wind hitting Miya’s back and shaking her hair and clothing forward.
“… You’re not like the others… You’re just like me.”
Miya turns around and looks up at a young woman standing on a blue minibus. Her eyes were crimson, while her skin was colorless along with her hair. She only wore a black-gripping latex suit, hugging her exquisite figure and exposing only her hands and feet.
The woman jumps from the bus and hops from car to car until she’s about one vehicle in front of Miya, offering her a smile.
“What’s your name? My name’s Kensa… It could be something else, but that’s what they call me. It isn’t a bad name, is it though?” The woman detailed while squatting down.
A second blast of hot wind washes past Kensa as another car explodes from the fire building from the initial combustion.
Miya’s metal holster whirs and releases a puff of steam. It then unlocks, allowing Miya to whip her handgun from the enclosure and twirl it around before aiming it at the woman.
Kensa smiles and jumps forward so that her feet dangled from the car’s hood as she sat, swinging them back and forth.
“You are like me, huh? Maybe we could have some fun before I have to go back.” Kensa pries with another question.
Miya leans her gun’s nozzle down and presses on the trigger, releasing a narrow white beam that grazes past Kensa’s neck. The woman looks down to her throat, releasing a blood trail, and smiles.
“… That wasn’t very nice. Although I did throw one of these hunks of metal at you, so I guess it’s fair for you to be hostile.”
Miya’s eyes give off a gleam of white. She leans backward, looking up at Kensa, covering their distance in a matter of milliseconds with her sharpened fingernails outreached.
Miya hops onto both her hands and kicks Kensa in the chest making her ascend into the air. Before she can be launched, Kensa latches onto Miya’s legs and lifts her into the air, and using her built momentum, slams Miya on top of a nearby red pickup truck.
Kensa smiles and bends down over Miya, now implanted in the car's metal surface. She then grabs Miya by the scruff of her hair and lifts her up so that their faces were leveled.
“You’re like me… So why don’t you give in to your urges? It’s quite easy.” Kensa remarks by leaning her body back and twisting her leg.
She then hurls Miya several feet into the air. Her body then bounces onto several cars, leaving a splatter of red blood on their tops until Miya crashes into the window of a yellow and black cab.
Kensa bends her knees and lunges into the air, gliding through the wind as if she was flying. She then crashes onto Miya’s stomach, making her heave a splash of blood with eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“You’re not holding back on me, are you? If you don’t start playing more, I think I’ll just kill you—“
The vreem of Miya’s gun at her side cuts her sentence short as she shoots a broad blue ray past Kensa’s foot. The woman gives a blank stare as she looks at her missing limb and starts to plummet downward.
Miya then kicks Kensa in the stomach, making her fly back into the hood of a nearby silver SUV, and fires several white neon blasts into her body. Kensa’s eyes widen as she looks down at the abundance of dense black-fleshed holes covering her torso and arms.
“Ha… See… I knew you’d be fu—“
Miya fires another round into the side of her face, cutting her charred cheek open and making her blackened tongue lop to the side and brittle teeth clatter onto the ground. She then walks over to the still-lying woman and places the nozzle onto the top of her head.
“You said I’m like you. Explain.”
Despite her adverse state, Kensa’s mouth coughs with an abhorrent groan, blue blood pulling from her hanging pink lips and inner white membrane. Some of the holes in her skin start to gather into clumps until they mesh into each other and seemingly heal within a few seconds.
Kensa leans herself up from the car and lifts her head so that it faces the night sky. In a slow turn, she reveals her now fully recovering face, her lips lifting back into place with her sharp white canine teeth growing back as well.
Miya jumps back and smacks her handgun into her other palm, causing it to transform into a long assault rifle with an extended barrel and butt-stock, similar to the As Val. She then holds it at an angle with a squinted eye, the other narrowing itself through the blue holo-scope, and presses the trigger.
Kensa’s body shakes and jolts as a volley of blue plasma bullets races past her torso. As the bolts passed through her backside, the interior of the SUV's leather seats and now shattered windows were plastered with bullet holes and blue ooze.
Miya then stops her assault and throws the gun forward. Before the nozzle was only a few inches in front of Kensa’s face, it wraps itself in a net of white hexagons and morphs into a silver spherical object with a short metal handle on its side.
Miya pulls a long black metal thread held in her palm from the tip of the grenade, releasing the metal handle and causing the sphere to clink.
