"Woah...can my vagina do that?'
Her eyebrow rises in sarcastically curious interest while she stares at the comic panel, intrigued at the choices of fantastical proportions the bodies of fictional women take on when manipulated by lustful hands. Just as she presses her phone screen to go onto the next set of panels, her manga is replaced by a white tab. Her hand grips her phone so hard, she indents the sides; she will express unholy rage if what she thinks is happening happens. An incoming call appears, awaiting to be accepted or declined. Aisuke sighs in relief, and swipes the receiving bubble into open expansion.
"Hey, BlitzQueen, you there?"
"Yeah, I thought you were a phone virus and I almost crushed my phone."
"Now's not the time to be masturbating! We've got a villain downtown doing some serious damage, and we need you there A.S.A.P."
The phone call hangs up and she scowls at the screen.
"What kind of degenerate does he take me for? I don't need porn to masturbate in public. Asshole."
She picks herself up and stands on the ledge she had been sitting on, dusting off the back of her black skirt while yawning. Her bored golden gaze glances down the building she is on, noticing the crowds of people running away from the east. Her vision rises to witness what they are running from.
As a foreground to a city of smoke and flames, a massive, multi-colored humanoid wreaks havoc across the town. As heroes on the scene attempt to do damage, and the giant strikesk buildings, its body mass seems to shatter into a shower of pieces. Those pieces reform into other objects, or even the limbs they came off from, and strike the heroes on their way back to their origin. Wash, rinse, repeat.
"Regen is such a pain." Aisuke mutters through her teeth, as the machine on her back activates, its lights glowing a bright red and its cannon barrels on either side cocking ready. Grapple hooks pop out of the barrels, and the girl steps toward the edge of the ten-story. Unsheathed became the crimson blade she grips fiercely, then she takes a mighty leap, propelling herself into a descent toward pavement.
"But, I guess..."
She lets gravity give her momentum, and just as the street signs become readable, her cannons fire. The grapple hooks latch into buildings on opposite sides of the street and the crowd makes way for her to swing through, cheering on the Apothican, recognizing her for her own ferocity and her family reputation in equal measure. Her cannons skid against the asphalt, causing a shower of sparks to precede her launch toward the sky, high above the rooftops, ready to annihilate this new metropolitan threat.
"...I'll just have to tear him into pieces too small to put back together!"
She soars through the skies toward the destruction, sadistic expectations filling her with a reckless confidence obvious in her mischievous grin.
"I'LL RIP YOU A NEW ONE, HUMPTY DUMPTY!"
