~Here's to you, Nicola and Bart~
She flipped through the contents of the magazine mindlessly as she listened to her music, not paying much attention to anything around her, lost in her own little world.
~Rest forever, here in our hearts~
The weapons in this magazine amused her greatly, none of them were remotely like the ones back home, each and everyone of these weapons were something out of a comic, their users akin to warriors and heroes in the literary sense.
~The last and final moment is yours~
She snorted, what the hell was she looking at? Gauntlets that acted as shotguns? So you can throw a punch as well as let out a volley at close range? What ridiculousness was this? None of this would ever fly back home. None of these weapons would ever beat a standard issue battle rifle. Especially if it's chambered in .308 NATO. It was pointless to argue though, the past was in the past, and besides, these weapons were fun as they were stupid to look at.
~That agony is your triumph~
She felt a light tap on her shoulders. Light, but urgent, slightly aggressive even.
Turning around, she was met face to face with an angry looking man, dressed in a full black suit, with a red tie, and a black fedora to match. His red sunglasses caused her to raise a brow in slight amusement.
Angrily, he pointed at his ears, signaling her to take off her headphones. As to which, she soon complied, taking off the headphones that were connected to her Walkman, and letting it hang loosely around her neck.
"I said, put your hands in the air now!" He said loudly, looking down at her as she gave him a look over.
"Are you…robbing me?" She asked, slightly confused, after all, the man wasn't even any stance, let alone the proper one. This must have been some sort of joke, or at the very least a misunderstanding.
"Yes!" Okay, now it wasn't.
"Oh." She hummed, before proceeding to throw her would-be assaulter to the very front of the store. Disarming him in a matter of seconds, as the red oversized cleaver the size of a sword still clattered on the ground.
Who tries to rob someone with such an impractical weapon? The thought flashed through her mind as she looked around her. Meeting the gaze of similar looking men, The man in the very back however, instantly struck her as the leader. Dressed in a white coat, black feathered fedora with a red band around it. Smoking a cigar, he continued to look mindlessly at what she knew as a dust crystal.
The momentary cursor at a patch sewn on the insides of his coat caught her attention. And caused her brows to furrow as she looked at the almost bored looking man smoking a cigar.
One of which she assumed was that the grunts looked at him briefly, before being given a nod and began to come towards her.
She groaned internally as she showed her back to the now charging grunt that was coming at her. Grabbing the light compact small pear shaped mechanism that hangs loosely at the back of her waist.
With a click of a button, the mechanism now transformed loosely into the shame of a gun, with a barrel now sticking out at the very tip of the monstrosity that she called a weapon. Grabbing the small handle that now protruded from the very small compact weapon, she quickly moved aside the scope from the weapon, and with her back still turned to the man, she aimed for the ceiling, and opened fire.
A moment later, her back hit the stomach of the man, and soon after that, the sound of windows breaking could be heard as she was now atop an unconscious man outside of the store. The streets seemingly empty as everyone took a small moment to register what just happened.
The leader looked at his goons with a scowl.
"Okay…." He starts with a pause, signaling to his men to start attacking, only to be met with nothingness as they still stand there, comprehending the actions that led to this moment.
"Get her!" He says, slightly exasperated as they began moving at his command causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance.
She counts quickly as she acts. Four men, three with those ridiculously oversized cleavers, and one with an assault rifle.
Opening a small compartment in her weapon, she pulled out a sling and quickly slung it around her shoulder. Raising her fists, she prepared for close combat as she dodged the first blade coming at her, moving in close and grabbing the wrist that held the sword that was poised for her chest, and with her other hand, in an open palm, pushing the chest of the man that attacked her, causing him to fall down without his weapon.
The second man came close after, with a strike aimed for her head. Turning towards him she ducked instantly, and when the man came for another strike, she grabbed his throat with her open hand and his sword hand with the other. With her left foot, she swept his leg causing him to begin falling. As soon she swept the leg however, she moved her hand from his sword arm and pushed with all her might his forehead. Causing him to go down even harder, and striking his buddy as a result, the second man's head hit the first, both of them knocking each other out.
Finally the third man tried to strike from behind her. But she was too quick for that. Turning her body around, she shoved herself towards him, the little shove momentarily catching him guard as his concentration broke, causing her to maneuver around him, with one hand twisting his sword arm around to his back, the sudden force causing him to drop his sword and the other around his neck.
Turning around to the final man, the one with the gun, she now had a hostage, and the gunner hesitated, not wanting to shoot his buddy. She acted on that hesitation as she shoved the man towards the gunner, causing both of them to hit each other and trip. As soon as they were on the ground, she was already there, her speed along with the confusion of what had just happened caused the men to look at each other briefly, before feeling the back of their hands being grabbed, and then forcefully shoved against each other. Knocking them out as a result.
Standing up, she now looked at the leader that exited the store, a scowl on his lips as he looked at the scene laid out before him.
"You were worth every cent, truly you were…" He murmured out insultingly as he looked at the unconscious gunner.
He looked at her next, and with one last puff of his cigar, let it drop from his mouth. Snubbing it out with his cane after it hit the ground.
"Well Red I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening! And as much as I'd love to stick around…"
He aimed his cane at her.
"I'm afraid this is where we part ways." He says, firing what looks to be a flare.
In the split second that she has, she rolls from the side, managing to avoid the impact that this supposed flare has caused.
Glancing around, she doesn't find him in the spot where he stood before. Only with a full scan of the area around her did she catch him, climbing up a ladder at a ridiculous pace.
With furrowed brows, she rummaged in the small rucksack that hung to the back of her waist. Normally next to her weapon when the two were together. And soon pulled out a small grappling hook, connected to rope. Opening up yet another compartment in her weapon, she forced the grappling hook in there, and aimed for the top of the building in which the ladder that the enemy leader was on was connected to.
Pulling the trigger, she hit yet another button as soon as the grappling hook was in place, as a result, causing her to be pulled towards the building at an absurdly fast pace. It didn't even take two seconds before she was on top of the roof now, her eyes on the back of the man.
"Hey!" She cried, aiming her weapon at him.
"...Persistent…" The man muttered un-amused, continuing to have his back turned towards her.
"With that little patch of yours I have to be persistent! That fox holding that knife in its mouth, you're a part of FOXHOUND aren't you!" She nearly growled, unpleasant memories flashing through her mind as she held him in gunpoint.
"..." With a raised brow of interest, the man turned around, and looked at her more closely this time.
"..You really are an unlucky one you know? I was gonna run away, let you live, make the classic retreat and all that, but NO. You just had to open your little mouth. Apologies Red, you're gonna have to die, anyone outside our little group that even knows has to die, her orders after all ..."
All of sudden, out of nowhere, a large helicopter appeared, hovering over the both of them. Causing her to back off instinctively as the man, Still looking at her, fired his cane into the building, and using the explosion, propelled on the opened helicopter door. Never taking his eyes off of her as this happens.
Shit, it was a Hind D! She thought to herself as she quickly aimed for the cockpit.
"END OF THE LINE RED!"
Holding a red dust crystal that he had stolen from the store, he chucked it at her. Firing his cane at it the moment it landed. Causing a large explosion that would have killed her, or at the very least, badly damaged her.
To his annoyance however, when the smoke quickly passed, he was met with the sight of a huntress.
Silently, the newly appeared huntress pushed her glasses up, and with a flick of her wand, her semblance activated, and purple, almost ethereal streaks of physically manifested aura struck the large helicopter.
Causing it to momentarily lose its balance in flight. Almost falling, the man recovered his footing and ran to the cockpit, speaking urgently to the women that piloted the thing.
"We got a huntress!"
Immediately, the pilot leaves, letting the man take control to stabilize the helicopter.
With a small pose, the huntress lets out another attack, causing a cloud to form, and causing hard, sharp shards of pure undiluted ice to form, hitting the helicopter hard, and even penetrating the helicopter as a result.
The woman now enters into view, hidden by the shadows, the huntress furrows her brow at the new foes, ready to counter any attack that goes her way.
Soon, a burst of flames comes hurling towards her, only to be blocked by her semblance, a small shield above her head as the flames dissipate as fast as they were formed.
Another attack, this time from below, moving instantly, a large pillar of flame formed at her previous position as the huntress back flipped into a different position getting more close to Red as a result.
With the ashes from the flame pillar attack still flying into the air, the huntress uses her wand and transforms them into a spear, rotating the thing mid air and then hurling it at the helicopter full speed.
The spear of debris is soon caught by the woman's flames, destroying bits and pieces of it before the spear ultimately reforms, and comes at the helicopter again.
The man sees this, and pivots the helicopter to the side, having the spear completely go through the cockpit as he ducks his head, immensely sweating as he does so.
Missing Its mark, the spear under the huntresses guidance, splits into three, to try once more at another run.
The woman however, has had enough of this game, and causes the 3 spears made of rubble, dust and ash to be completely burned, all the way to cinders as the helicopter makes its escape.
Gritting her teeth, Red aimed at the now exposed cock pit, firing a shot, one of her valuable .50 caliber rounds at the rotor of the helicopter, trying to cause it to crash, before being stopped by a swift attack by the woman in the helicopter, almost getting hit by yet another column of flames before being pulled away by the semblance of the huntress to safety.
Shit.
They got away.
The glares of the huntress burn though her as she hears the wails of police sirens and ambulances.
Double shit.