If this were a movie what music would they play, the words crossed her thoughts. As faint flashes of light, muted echoes of explosions slammed along the surface of the swirls of blueish white electricity surrounded them. The ground shuddered, burst and soared. The great rocky plateau trembled, debris tumbled, bursting, cracking until it was nothing more than dust, drifting along the contour of the barrier like a gentle rain slowly down a glass window. She closed her eyes imagining, would it a hard, heavy sounding German operatic music like Wagner's flight of the Valkyries or maybe something different, contradictory, delicate. She visualized the opening theme of ghost in the shell playing quietly in the backdrop. Mikoto Misaka slowly sank her eyelids, her vision turned crimson, letting out a lengthy dramatic sigh.
It had been over 10 years since Academy city. A move that had her in tears, leaving behind her teenage days and companions. She smiled, a gentle knowing smile. The short tempered, prideful girl, who disguised the fact she enjoyed childish things. The way she became flustered, powerless to tell her first crush, Touma Kamijo, how she felt, choking on her words, blushing as red as a tomato. Her struggle to advance from level I to the third-ranked level five in Academy city. Her inferiority complex concerning the size of her chest -she peeked down at her generous breasts- often comparing herself to larger girls. The curves of a woman had seized a hold of her body and wouldn't go. Goddess, succubus and predator could and would describe her now.
But the words carried little to capture the unimaginable vision of the young queen. She had become taller, her long chestnut hair drifted in the shockwaves of the explosions, her crimson eyes glowing like stars in the clear night sky. She was the picture of her mother, Misuzu, her curves wrapped tight in formfitting uniform made for battle. The Railgun, shock Princess, the Queen of the house of mikoto, the Queen of annihilation, names earned over the last few years, forged on the battlegrounds of Africa, the Middle East, North Korea and Antarctica. Her name alone could bring peace to a region or it was the last thing her prey ever heard.
Her top five elites, members of her household, heads of their own houses waited, remaining around her like they had done many times. Mikoto's crimson eyes looked over the battleground, "ready…" She said, nodding her head. They nodded, ran to the groups of five waiting for them and their orders.
Each member fitted in body hugging outfits like their queen. The light amour made of real dragon scales, gathered when dragons shed their scales as they became larger. The scales worked to a smaller size, adhered to the Kevlar lining and turned into full body armament, carrying gauss black series 9950 rifles, known as mini railguns, approximately 12 feet in span, with headgear like fighter pilots with break resistant tinted face shield. A must for all non-day walking vampires. 30 warriors readied themselves for their mistress's command.
Mikoto turned her shoulders, looking over to the portal. they had used to come to this off-world meeting.
Katrina had opened the portal to attend this meeting, this deception, this ambush. And as they entered, Katrina, Gabriella, Ruiko Saten and herself, an uninvited guest plus thirty, the portal was suddenly sealed by another magical array. The portals runic symbols frozen, blocking others from coming in and going out.
Emelia, One of two personal aides, pounded against the barrier, her fist broken and bloodied. Sylvia grappled to hold Anastasia. Her beautiful face painted with her own blood, dripping from her fingers. Her face contorted in anguish, yelling, but her voice suppressed, hampered by the barrier that kept them out, and the barrier mikoto had made as the battle began.
Mikoto Misaka was the bonded mate of Anastasia von Alucard, the queen of the four kingdoms. She'd rescued her life in academy city. a manmade vampire running wild, feeding on academy city students. Mikoto and friends joined up with the then twelve years old looking Lolita. Mikoto was bitten, the virus devolved, so Anastasia bit Mikoto. she was spared but the venom of a queen has no remedy. Even though she struggled. Mikoto came to accept being a Vampire. much to the not particularly well-concealed delight of Anastasia.
She could hardly feel her now. A deep emptiness filling her belly. Where the warmth of the bond nested. She smiled at her beloved Anastasia, who saw the look in her eyes. The worry in her face grew as she yelled even louder, not even a whisper now. She could scarcely hear. But mikoto knew what she was saying.
They are dragons!
Mikoto smiled a knowing smile. Her face gradually shifted, a serious soft mask she put on when she concluded it was time to fight. I love you. She mouthed.
Anastasia roared.
She drew a deep breath, casually turned around, selecting her targets. The first was Bahamut. The one who had sent a representative to set the meeting. he was large, imposing man, wearing animal skins and carry large axes. Long black unkept hair concealed his face, a single black eye peeking out. He was the one who sealed the barrier. Suddenly changing into his black dragon form. Just as massive and imposing, standing, towering as high as some skyscrapers, thick heavy chest, arms and legs, wings extend out wide enough to block the light from the twin suns that hung in the sky.
He is engaging with Katrina, she was in her dragon, locked in a bear hug. His massive arms crushing her like a vice. Her slender segmented body much like a giant centipede, ripped at his abdomen, scales falling from his body, dropping to the ground as she desperately dug into his flesh. Her Magical arrays too numerous to count sent white hot blast exploding out of them. Katrina was struggling.
Ruiko Saten. kneeling, her hands on the hot black rock surface, finger spread wide. A large magical array rotating underneath her, another spinning in front of her, firing lightning bolts like a machine gun, earth spears shot up from the ground, piercing his body. Crying out Katrina's name. A transparent aura swirled around her, her eyes shifting like a bird of prey. A Hawk, an eagle as two sets of feathered wings spread from her back. remnants of an ancient avian warrior race.
Mikoto thinned her eyes, "there…" She determined where she would strike. his right leg was clear as he battled for stability. She swung her gaze to the second one. But a shadow washed over her barrier. Gabriella, the genetic twin of Katrina, engaged in battle, with another flying Dragon disappearing behind an enormous plateau to the right. The plateau shook, cracked and broke. Large boulders the size of buildings toppled, smashing into the barrier. Her elites and the five underneath each looked up, unfazed by the racket. The rocks so vast it blacked out much of the light and turned into dust as it tumbled along the electrified curves of the dome covering them.
Mikoto looked beyond the chaos, another Dragon charging, humanoid in shape, broad horns of the bull curved up to the sky, a bluish ball of fire between them. It had a face of a bull with huge elephant tusks, heavy shoulders wrapped in scales, its chest covered armor plating, thick heavy scaled legs broke the ground, charging towards them like an Olympian sprinter.
"There…" She nodded, looking at his chest. "Vita, Rin, Brym, Scarlett, Chloe…" She said in a tone void of emotions, lifting her left hand, her right hand placed between her breasts, her fingers running over the polished surface of the titanium ball hung around her neck.
It was a present, a part of heaven. An original angel had given to use in battle against the angels running rampage in Academy city under the perceived orders from God. This heavenly weapon allowed her to increase her incredible power, her railgun's scope and intensity exponentially advanced and could set the world on fire. She looked at the great army charging towards them.
"Now!" She said coolly.
The barrier swelled like a tidal surge rolling over the soil, swallowing many of the smaller enemies and erupted, firing shockwaves, debris and fragments of bodies out into space. The larger beasts injured but survived continued to surged forward.
Mikoto could hear the rapid pops as the gauss rounds whistled over the distance, tearing through obstacle. The echoes of their bodies popping like ants under a magnifying glass.
She stood with her back straight, shoulders pulled back, legs spread the width of her shoulders. Mikoto Misaka thinned her eyes, a lingering smirk across her mouth as bluish white flashes colored her beautiful face, watching the world around her slowly burn.