Gipsy found the other one easily enough. The trail of screams and destruction was hard to miss.
If the sound of the street shuddering under her footsteps didn't give away her approach, the sound of the oil tanker she had "borrowed" from the dock scraping against the street definitely did. Under other circumstances, she might have wondered how its owner would react to what was about to happen. But as it was, she couldn't care less.
"HEY! CUM DUMPSTER! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO STOP EATING SHIT OUT OF THE SEWER AND DIE!"
The Kaiju known as Otachi stopped digging through rubble and turned to face her.
"You," Otachi said, her voice dripping with venom and incredulity.
"That's right, bitch, me."
The two approached each other. Gipsy readied her makeshift weapon.
"You're supposed to be dead," the Kaiju accused.
"Didn't you get the memo from that glorified dump truck you came here with? I don't go down so easily."
"That thick-headed baboon couldn't tell the difference between a rock and a..." Otachi's voice trailed off. After a moment, her expression changed to one of shock.
"WHERE IS LEATHERBACK?! WHY CAN'T I REACH HIM?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM?!"
"Nothing the both of you don't deserve!" Gipsy asserted, and took advantage of her momentary confusion to swing the ship at Otachi's head.
"But don't worry, you'll be with him soon!" she assured the Kaiju as she brutally beat her every which way.
"ENOUGH!"
Out of nowhere, the Kaiju's tail wrenched the ship out of her hands and sent it flying to parts unknown.
"FINE! I DON'T NEED A SHIP TO-"
The tail came again, this time knocking her down to the street.
A car alarm sounded next to her. Was there anyone in the history of the world who had ever heard one of those and thought a car was being robbed?
She crushed the annoying thing with her fist and got to her feet just in time to see Otachi retreating.
"HEY! GET BACK HERE AND DIE, SHITBAG!"
Gipsy gave chase, but somehow the Kaiju gave her the slip. Still, that bitch had to be around somewhere. She began searching for signs of her passing. There must have been some kind of craters or crushed objec-
The skyscraper next to her exploded in a shower of glass as a claw pushed her head against the opposing building.
"YOU CUM-SUCKING WHORE!"
Gipsy got a few good punches in, but it wasn't enough to stop the rampaging Kaiju.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HE WAS TO ME?!" Otachi raged, as she smashed Gipsy into building after building.
"IT WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU TO TAKE MY FIRST HUSBAND FROM ME!? YOU HAD TO TAKE MY SECOND, TOO!?"
From the Kaiju's jaws issued forth a blue stream as venomous as her words. Gipsy nimbly dodged just in time to be able to watch it burn a hole in the building behind her.
That gave Gipsy an idea.
"OPEN WIDE, BITCH!"
Gipsy thrust her hand into the Kaiju's mouth and grabbed hold of a sac within her gullet. But before she could start pulling, something snaked around her other arm.
It was Otachi's tail, and the claw at the end was snapping at her head.
The memory of Knifehead's claw came back to her.
Not this time.
"CHILL THE FUCK OUT, SLUT!"
She wasn't sure where she got the idea (probably those parts of herself she so desperately wanted to protect), but she vented some of her coolant onto the Kaiju's tail. It slowed to a halt and became encrusted with ice.
She shattered it as an afterthought.
"NOW, LET'S CLEAN THAT NASTY MOUTH OF YOURS!"
With her free hand, she grasped the Kaiju by the horn and yanked with her other as hard as she could until the acid sac came free.
"Not so tough now, are you, skank?!"
"SHUT UP!"
With a ferocity Gipsy could not have predicted, Otachi pounced, piercing into the Jaeger's back with her toe claws and pushing her to the ground.
"THIS ENDS NOW!" Otachi declared, and unfurled her wings.
Yes, wings.
This Kaiju could fly.
Otachi took to the skies, carrying Gipsy along with her.
"PUT ME DOWN, YOU SHITFUCKING CUNT!"
But no matter how much Gipsy fought, the Kaiju held on tight, and continued to gain altitude.
"Do you know what it's like to fall in love?" the Kaiju asked, her voice quieter yet somehow more hateful than ever before. "It's a wonderful thing. I considered myself blessed to have found such a gentleman. And then you took him from me. But I managed to move on and find another."
And then her voice raised up again. "BUT THEN YOU TOOK HIM AWAY, TOO! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE EVERYONE YOU'VE EVER CARED ABOUT!?"
She did. The feeling still weighed heavily on her heart.
Or maybe she didn't. Her pilots were still with her. Striker was still alive. The people on that world so far below were still there. For all the good it did her now.
"It won't be long now. Soon, you'll know how Knifehead and Leatherback felt. I only wish I could kill you twice."
Death. That was one feeling she definitely knew already.
To tell the truth, Gipsy wasn't even angry any more. Her plasma cannons weren't working, her coolant was low, and she was tired. Her anger couldn't defeat this beast anyway. And even if it could, a fall from this height would kill her either way.
Her thoughts drifted back to the people on the surface.
Even if she couldn't save herself, something inside told her to fight on.
From her arm came a chain of steel and obsidian. As her will solidified, so too did it, until it became a blade for all of humanity.
"If you miss them so much," she said, "then I'll send you to them."
Her sword sliced into the Kaiju's flesh. There was resistance, to be sure, but it would not stop her.
Otachi roared in pain and confusion.
"Time to split, monster."
"What?! No! NO! I CAN'T DIE HERE, I'M PRE-"
And Gipsy dragged the blade through, cutting the Kaiju in half.
Gravity took hold of her, and soon the ground rose to meet her.
She tried to relax. She had done the best she could. Striker could do the rest. And besides, there was no way she could save herself, right?
But something inside told her differently.
Gipsy, it seemed, had become too good at seeing through her own lies.
Her work was not yet done.
From her chest erupted a plume of flame, propelling her upwards and slowing her descent.
As she finally touched down, buildings and structures around her crumpled or were blown away. Dust obscured everything.
But when it cleared, she stood.
Against all odds, Gipsy was alive. And for the first time in a long time, she felt like it, too.
There was really only one question left in her mind.
"I wonder if they'll let me have those designer boots now..."