Kongou woke lying face first on the cold concrete with one hell of a pounding headache. The last thing she remembered was getting dressed and then *poof* here she was. Even stranger, her naval uniform had been replaced with some sort of civilian get-up composed of what she recognized as jeans and a t-shirt. Since her rebirth as a human, Kongou hadn't worn anything other than her approved naval attire, and as a result, she felt her new clothes to be almost alien. She sat up with a groan and had a good look at her surroundings. Well one thing was for certain: She was no longer anywhere near where she started her day. The familiar blue skyline of Yokusuka naval base was replaced by a heavy layer of industrial fog, and Kongou herself appeared to be in a port loading zone surrounded by various multi-colored cargo crates. If this was some kind of prank set up by the devious minds of her sisters, she swore she would personally scrap all 3 of them once she figured out what was going on. Kongou really didn't have much time to ponder the implications of the predicament that she was in before a heavy impact hit her in the back and sent her flying at breakneck speed into a large shipping crate.
Lying in the crumpled remains of what once was a steel shipping crate, Kongou slowly lifted her head up. Kongou barely had enough time to think about how much pain she was in before something hit her again, this time knocking her high into the air
It was at this point, midair, upside down, and head swimming with pain, that she got a good view of her attacker. To her utmost surprise, it appeared to be a regular human man. However, as she scanned her assailant's features more carefully, her surprise turned to horror as she realized there was something very, very, wrong about him. His face lacked any kind of emotion and seemed to be more of an artificial mask than anything else. This rather disturbing fact was further compounded by his slick black bodysuit that roiled and rippled around his body, so much so that Kongou swore that it was somehow alive. Regardless, Kongou was certain she had to rid the earth of this inhuman abyssal monstrosity.
Still in the air and upside down, Kongou did a graceful flip to right herself before landing deftly on her feet. "Take this!" she exclaimed before letting loose with her quad 36 cm gun turrets. Nothing happened. It was at this point that Kongou realized she didn't actually *have* her quad 41 cm gun turrets with her. Naturally, Kongou did the next best thing: she ran.
Kongou felt like she had been running for hours, surrounded on all sides by walls of steel crates. Even though she was running at her top speed of 30 knots, the monster (she had decided to call it a parasyte for now) easily kept pace. Whatever that thing was, it had actually changed the structure of its lower legs to allow it to move quicker than what would have been physically possible for a human. She took a quick glance back and observed how the creature's previously human-shaped head and torso had changed into something resembling an arrowhead to improve its aerodynamic qualities. All this would have been incredibly fascinating for Kongou if not for the fact that it was doing its damn best to try and kill her.
As she continued to run with the parasyte hot on her heels, Kongou noticed a very disturbing pattern. The steel crates that were rushing past her seemed to form some kind of maze or labyrinth, which meant that any moment now, she was bound to hit a dead end.
Her worries were soon translated into reality as she made a left through a thin alleyway of crates and entered into an enclosed circular clearing. Much to her chagrin, the clearing was surrounded on all sides by a formidable concrete wall that stretched to the heavens. She was trapped. Kongou skidded to a halt, causing bits of gravel to kick up around her. She quickly turned around and looked behind her. Sure enough, the parasyte stood firmly between her and the narrow alleyway that was her ticket out of the circular enclosure. After briefly considering an attempt to actually scale the looming concrete walls that held her prisoner, she decided it would be in her interest to settle things the way she knew best: A traditional British duel to the death.
In reality, the fight occurring in the concrete enclosure was anything but British or traditional. Instead of two noble gentleman duking out their differences with a pair smoothbore pistols, the contestants in this fight composed of the literal personification of a WWII battleship and an eldritch abomination. Despite all of this Kongou still thought of it as a good old fashioned british duel because that's just the way she is.
Kongou quickly shifted into a combat stance with her weight set low to the ground and her hands balled into fists. Being a kanmasu battleship, hand to hand combat was usually a tactic of desperation more than anything else. Despite this, Kongou was well versed in Bajutsu (a Japanese form of defensive martial art), and could easily hold her own against a similarly strong foe in close-quarters combat. Kongou sized up her foe, who despite being unable to communicate any kind of emotion through either facial expression or body language seemed all too eager for a fight. Then with a flurry of brown hair, and with a battle cry of "BURNING LOOOOOOOOOVE", Kongou attacked.
In her efforts to take the monster by surprise, Kongou decided to make a rather daring offensive maneuver. Zig-zagging to make her approach vector unpredictable, Kongou charged and closed the distance between her and the parasyte in seconds. She feigned an attack from the left side, and when she saw the parasyte raise its arms to block her, she juked right and dashed forward, launching herself like a coiled spring at the parasyte's exposed right side. Kongou saw the parasyte try and correct its stance to account for her unexpected angle of attack, but it was too slow and Kongou sailed past its futile attempts to block her. Now only inches away from her target, Kongou cocked her fists back and prepared to unleash a devastating 1-2 punch aimed for the parasyte's unprotected gut. It was at this precise moment that Kongou noticed something was off. The parasyte, who had pursued her through the steel maze with unparalleled agility and shockingly quick reflexes had seemed almost lethargic in its attempts to block her latest offensive. It was almost as if the parasyte's seemingly poor defense efforts constituted….. a trap!
At the last possible moment, the parasyte sidestepped her attack with blistering speed and Kongou's punches hit nothing but air. Kongou's momentum carried her forward and past the parasyte before she landed in a heap a short distance away. In an instant, the parasyte was on top of her. Panic flashed in Kongou's eyes when she realized that the Parasyte had, despite her superhuman strength, pinned her by the wrists and ankles to the ground with black tendrils of flesh that grew out of its back. Kongou struggled and felt the tendrils begin to give way to her overwhelming strength. However, she also noticed that the parasyte was rearing its fist high in the air for a clean shot at her head. It was going to be close. Kongou had just barely managed to rip herself free when an onyx black fist planted itself into the ground like a jackhammer where her head had been just moments before. She then felt a spray of broken concrete ping off the left side of her face courtesy of the impact force. Glancing to her left, Kongou inspected the damage to the ground and saw that the parasyte's fist was buried up to the wrist in concrete shattered by the mighty blow. Kongou knew that such a blow wouldn't have been instantly lethal to her, but at the same time, it would have left her seeing stars for far longer than she would like to while in the company of this abomination.
The parasyte once again tried to pin her to the ground. Kongou rolled away from the parasyte's grasp and stood up before trying to land another punch. This time, Kongou threw a fast left hook, hoping to catch the parasyte on the side of the head. The parasyte stepped nimbly back and barely dodged Kongou's blow by throwing its head back a split second before Kongou's fist would have connected. However, Kongou had anticipated this and had leapt high into the air above the parasyte as soon as it began to dodge. She saw her plan come together as the parasyte, who was already caught horribly off balance by its attempt to dodge her left hook, looked up as it realized her intent to perform a body slam. Kongou grinned as she prepared to quash the parasyte beneath her like the bug it was.
"I got you now, you little *****"
Kongou rolled to her side intending to slam her shoulder onto the top of the parasyte's head. Suddenly, the Parasyte shimmered for an instant before disappearing from her field of view. Kongou let out along string of curses before gravity did its job and brought her crashing back down to mother earth. For the second time in a day, Kongou found herself lying in an undignified heap on the ground.
The parasyte then let out a guttural, inhuman laugh. Was it... mocking her? Kongou didn't know, and she didn't care as she recovered and sent out a flurry of warship strength punches and kicks. While Kongou was inhumanly strong, the parasyte was easily able to dodge her attacks, whose speed paled in comparison to the parasyte's own blazing fast strikes. Once again, she was unable to connect even a single one.
The parasyte swiftly counterattacked with a roundhouse kick. Kongou saw the kick coming from a mile away, but she was simply too slow to react in time. The kick connected and Kongou ended up with her face planted firmly in the cold concrete a good distance away.
I'm going to feel that in the morning...
Kongou sat up just in time to see something truly horrifying: The parasyte's hands stretched and twisted until they formed dozens of razor sharp blades mounted atop long fleshy appendages that served as some kind of swinging arm. Then, with a snarl, it attacked with a flurry of blades. Any normal human would have been reduced to a fleshy pile of skin, organs, and bone from that attack. Luckily for Kongou, one of the perks of being a kanmasu meant that her skin was effectively equivalent in protection to her original 280 millimeters of cold hard armor grade steel. Instead of feeling the cruel blades slice her flesh into ribbons, Kongou merely felt a series of dull impacts roll off her body. Kongou grimaced as she was struck hundreds of times in mere seconds while the blades sparked and bounced off of her skin. "I'm a bit tougher than i look, wouldn't you say?" Kongou mocked as she leapt away from the attack, completely unhurt. Now, it was the parasyte's turn to be shocked, or at least that's what Kongou reckoned. It stopped attacking and just kind of stood there with a perplexed look on its face, almost as if it was a robot and something didn't quite compute.
Kongou used this opportunity to grab a rusty crowbar that had been lying near her and hurl it with all her might at the parasyte. A sonic boom shattered the still air of the enclosure as the thrown crowbar violently smashed through the sound barrier and flew right at the wide-eyed parasyte. This time, Kongou's attack struck home and the crowbar impaled itself solidly into the skull of the parasyte, knocking it flat on its back. That really should have been the end of it, but Kongou's eyes widened as she realized that the parasyte wasn't quite dead. First, its legs began to twitch. Next, it stood up and looked right at her. Then, with one hand, it yanked the crowbar out of itself and Kongou watched with horror as the wound she had caused began to close of its own accord. The parasyte opened its mouth, revealing a set of razor sharp teeth, and spoke back to her in its gruff voice the very words she had just used to mock it: "I'm a bit tougher than I look". Kongou did the smart thing in this situation and bolted at flank speed for the alleyway and out of the enclosure.