Upon her first step into the secret base, Twoearle was shocked at what had been done to it. Monitors were crushed, light fittings in the ceiling were shattered, and some of her control panels had been straight up ripped out of the floor. In addition to all this damage, there was literally half a dozen men in military uniforms tied up on the floor.

She gasped. "What the hell, Aika?!"

"W-what happened?" Yellow asked with equal parts disbelief and excitement. Something about the sight of the men on the floor and the wrecked base had her wiggling on the spot and rubbing her thighs together.

Twoearle rolled her eyes at the sight. "Look, if you really want you can ask Aika to pound you like mochi later."

"With a woman?!" Yellow squeaked and covered her blushing face with both hands.

"Later!" Twoearle grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a shake. "Listen to me, because this is important."

Yellow focused on her, but Twoearle suspected it was only at least partly because of the way she was treating her roughly. Feeling faintly irritated, she let go of her and took a step backwards.

"These Elemerian rings are enormous, wide enough to go around the entire earth and its moon, so if you just blow it up, pieces of it could fall and it'd be like the asteroid and the dinosaurs all over again, okay? But with like, a dozen different asteroids hitting every continent at the same time."
Yellows eyes widened, suddenly not as aroused. "Oh."

"Once you're in space, use the ribbon Elemera to fly to the big glowing bit at one end of the ring, that's where it's powered. You need to find whatever Elemera they're using to power the ring and rip it out. After that we'll have to figure out a way to come pick you up, because you'll be out of range of the catapults."

"That's a lot to take in." Yellow murmured, but nodded.

Twoearle looked up. "Great, now where's Pink-?"

There was a sound from the space jump catapult, and the catgirl stepped into the room and reacted to the carnage much the same way the scientist did. "What the hell happened in here?"

"Aika happened." Twoearle answered. "As to why she felt the need to wreck our base, I cannot fathom the mind of a simian."

"What?" Apparently such scientific language was above her level of education as a middle schooler, and a confused expression came over Pink's face.

"Whatever, just give Yellow the Ribbon Elemera."

Nodding, Pink ejected the orb from her module and handed it to Yellow. "Here."

She thanked her, and inserted the orb.

"And while we're at it let's stock up on a few for you, Pink." Twoearle walked over to a wall and opened a panel. There was a hiss of gas, and a rush of cold air as what looked like a drawer of Elemera orbs in neat rows within their own circular little holds came free of the wall. "Let's see… How do you feel about Swimsuits?" She asked over her shoulder.

"Umm…" Pink just looked confused.

"That's a no then… How about flat chests?"

Pink blushed. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"That's a yes, then." Twoearle pulled it from the drawer. "And how about girly boys?"

Pink only seemed more baffled.

"Boyish girls?"

"Stop!" She demanded, tapping her foot and not making eye contact.

"That one definitely goes in the bag."

"Enough!" Pink growled and stomped over to Twoearle.

"Those two will have to do, then." Twoearle slammed the drawer shut and stood up, holding out the bag for Pink. "Take these."

"Geeze." She grumbled and inserted the two orbs, one to each module on her wrist.

"Yellow, come closer. I'll explain how to escape Earth's gravity, because the ribbon Elemera won't be enough. Pink, I'll fill you in on what you'll be doing while in the spaceship."

It would be of little comfort for any outsider who saw this scene to realise that the fates of two worlds and tens of billions of lives rested on such well adjusted and sturdy shoulders


All four feet of Earth's mightiest warrior stood before Orchidmantisguildy. He vaguely suspected that hair twintails alone made up half her body weight, and her sword was probably twice that. She only just came to above the height of an average person's hips, but compared to the alien warrior she probably didn't rise far above his knee.

Tailred raised her sword, taking careful and measured steps forward, closing the distance with the alien. The palace's display room was almost completely silent, the air so tense that each fighter almost felt a slash from their weapons would sound as clear as a bell.

Internally, Orchimantisguildy debated his options. He was a great warrior, especially in his own mind, but he was no match for Arachneguildy… And this girl was the one who killed that legend… Looking at it logically, he really only had one choice.

"Look, a cute girl with two metre long twintails!" He suddenly pointed past Red.

"Really?!" She turned her head, only to find an empty corridor behind her. Realising it was a distraction, she quickly spun to face her foe, ready to block whatever attack came, but instead all she saw was Orchidmantisguildy's back, shrinking as he ran further away. "Hey!" She yelled, surprised and began to chase after him. "Hey, that's cheating!"

Orchidmantisguildy rounded a corner and dove through a window to the outside, disappearing from view. When Tailred came to the window, she saw him three stories down and running across a courtyard to a waiting Elemerian ship.

"What about our duel?!" Red cried with frustration as the ramp closed with Orchidmantisguildy inside and the ship immediately took off. "You coward! Get back here!"

The last she saw of the Elemerian was the middle finger he gave her as the spaceship jetted away over the horizon.

"Ahhhhhh, come on!" She yelled helplessly and smashed her fist into the window sill, before mumbling to herself and leaning against it. "I haven't had a cool fight since the holidays started and Aika has had, like, three."


Glass crunched beneath Aika's shoes as she rushed through Kim's ruined palace. The halls were almost completely empty, with the only other faces she saw belonging to servants and other civilians who occasionally poked their head out the door to find out what all the commotion was. Whenever they caught sight of Aika, they would flinch and slam the door shut behind them.

They were probably more scared of the rifle she had slung around her neck than they were of the girl herself. Aika had found it in the hands of an unconscious guard, apparently knocked out by one of Orchidmantisguildy's Ultiroids when they invaded. She brought it along not because she thought it would help her much in a fight, but she could at least use it to scare people off who might try to get in her way. So far it had worked a treat.

It hadn't been too hard to figure out where the despot had run off to. She first checked the garage to see if Kim had tried to escape that way, and found it full to the brim with vehicles, and with the garage doors still sealed shut. After that the only place left to search was the war room, which was also empty. Aika had been stumped for a second, until she noticed scrape marks on the wall behind a primitive looking radar. After tipping it over she found a secret passage heading down towards what was obviously a hidden bunker of some kind.

As she crept down the stairs, she heard the sound of someone shouting echoing up to her from down the stairs.

"I don't care what it takes!" A man's voice reached her, though it was pitched upwards with panic. "Send the army! Send all of them, just get me out of here!"

Whatever the reply, it was obscured by the time it got to Aika.

"Just do it!" There was a slam and a ding, and in her head Aika imagined an old fashioned landline phone being slammed into the receiver. She came to the bottom of the stairs, and leaned out to peek around the corner to see the back of a chubby, young looking man exhaustedly slumping into a chair. On his wrist was a white metallic band.

Even if he's low on energy, I won't be able to defeat him if he transforms… With that in mind, she quietly stepped out of the stairwell and crept forwards. One step at a time, she crossed the ten metres that separated them, until suddenly he turned and aimed a pistol at her while cocking the hammer back with his thumb.

"Stop." He ordered with a smirk.

Aika's eyes darted between the man's face and the barrel of his weapon. Knowing her own engagement range in karate and the length of her legs, she was confident she would be able reach him faster than he could squeeze the trigger, even before her training in the gravity room. But then what if he used the transformation?

"You're with the twintails, aren't you?" He demanded. "What are you doing down here?"

"I came down here to make sure you didn't set any more nukes off." Aika answered honestly.

"Yeah, well fresh out of those." Kim sneered. "But you'll make a useful hostage anyway. Drop it."

It took Aika a second to remember she was still carrying the rifle around her neck. She barely knew how to use a gun anyway, so she threw it away without a second thought.

"Good." The dictator sneered, and leaned forward to stand up.

For just a split second, there was a moment where the barrel of his weapon was pointed in a different direction, and he grunted lightly with exertion as he hauled his weighty midsection to his feet. To him it must have seemed like Aika teleported, but very suddenly she was in his face. Something crunched beneath her fingers, as she grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back until she heard a loud pop. She used his own body weight against him, tripping him over and riding him to the ground.

Kim screamed and struggled, pulling his arms away from her and only barely managed to pull free, crawling forwards on his hands knees. Except that he didn't manage that. One wrist was still trapped in Aika's iron grip, and the other wrist was… also still trapped in Aika's grip. The dictator rolled over onto his back and stared at the palms of his hands in disbelief, ten feet away and still in her hold. Then his eyes went down to his arms, and he realised they both ended in bloody stumps just above the elbow.

"Oh." Aika dropped the flesh, and they flopped to the floor with a wet slap. "Oops. I didn't actually mean to-"

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggh!" He screamed, and screamed until his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he passed into unconsciousness.

Despite herself, Aika only really felt bad for losing control of her strength. That's what you get for going after Souji. There was still a strong temptation to kick him for good measure. Instead, she bent down to remove the white bracer from one of the hands. Putting it on, she adjusted it to the warriors' channel and pushed the talk button.

"Red, you there?"

"Yeah." She sounded frustrated. "Is that you, Blue?"
"Yep. I've got the white bracer, and I've stopped Kim." She bit her lip before adding. "You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with… uh, an amputation I guess?"
"WHAT?!" Red sounded panicked. "Why. are you okay?!"

"No I'm fine… Uh…" Aika debated what to say internally, before shrugging her shoulders and just saying it. "It's just… Kim's losing a lot of blood, and I don't really know how to stop it?"

"Is he still alive?!"

Stepping around the growing pool of crimson, Aika bent down over the face of the once great leader and pressed her fingers against his neck. After a few seconds, she couldn't find any kind of a pulse. Then she held her hand over his mouth to feel for warm air. Nothing.

Biting her lip, she raised the communicator to his mouth. "It does not seem like it."

There was a low groan of disbelief from Red. "Aika, you tore his arm off?!"

"...Both of them." She corrected him in a small voice.

"...You know, when I got out of bed this morning I didn't think I was going to help you assassinate a political leader. What if this starts a war?!"

Oh, no… Aika thought to herself. Of course the North Koreans would retaliate to their beloved leader being killed inside his own home. Who knows what they might do?

Wait. What if…? She sat up from where she was leaned against the wall. She raised the communicator to her lips again, and said, "I might have an idea."


Souji and Aika stepped out of the catapult into the secret base together. He surveyed the wreckage, and shot a disapproving glare at Aika, who could only blush and break eye contact. Slung over her shoulder was a large and clearly full duffel bag that seemed to be dripping something red on the floor. The two of them walked together to where a chubby, young looking man was bound and gagged. He was Kim Jong's body double, and even Souji had to admit the resemblance was remarkable.

He and Aika looked at eachother again, before he sighed and nodded.

After a moment, Aika crouched down in front of him and pulled the gag from his face. "What's going on?" The man demanded.

Rather than answer, Aika unzipped the duffle bag and showed its gruesome contents to him.

He immediately went pale, and turned his head to vomit.

"The king is dead." Aika intoned, before putting her hand on his shoulder in a tight, almost painful grip and she smiled at him without humor. To any outsider, it would clearly look as though she was making a threat. "Long live the king."