If this were a movie, what music would they play? The words crossed her mind. As faint flashes of light, muted explosions slammed along the surface of the swirls of bluish-white electricity that surrounded them. The barrier gave them protection as she gathered her thoughts. The ground shuddered, burst, and soared high into the sky. A tremendous rocky plateau trembled, debris tumbled, splintering, cracking until it was nothing more than dust, drifting along the contour of the barrier like rain down a glass window. She closed her eyes, imagining it would be hard, heavy-sounding German operatic music like Richard Wagner's Flight of the Valkyries or something different, contradictory, and 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 long 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 once hid that she enjoyed childish things. 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 inferiority complex about her chest size -she peeked down at her generous breasts- often comparing herself to bigger girls. The curves of a woman had seized 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 caressed in the shock waves 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 tightly in a 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 and 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 actual dragon scales gathered when dragons shed 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 rail guns, 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. Enough to take on a country and win.

Mikoto turned her shoulders, looking over at 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. its 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 was painted with blood, covering her chest and dripping from her fingers. Her face contorted in anguish, yelling, but her voice was 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. Happy Accident! She'd yelled, wringing her hands together like a bad villain.

She could hardly feel her now. A deep emptiness filled her belly. Where the warmth of the bond nested. She smiled at her beloved Anastasia, who saw the look in her eyes. The worry on 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 screamed in a rage.

She drew a deep breath and casually turned around, selecting her targets. The first was Bahamut. The one who had sent a representative to set the meeting. He was a large, imposing man, wearing animal skins and carrying large axes. A single black eye peeked out as long black, unkempt hair concealed his face. 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 in the sky.

He is engaging with Katrina. She was in her dragon, locked in a bear hug. His massive arms pressed into 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 many to count, sent white-hot blasts exploding, burning through his scales. But despite that, Katrina was struggling.

Ruiko Saten kneeled in a large magical array rotating underneath, her fingers spread wide on the hot black rock surface. Another spinning in front of her, firing lightning bolts like a machine gun. Earth spears shot up from the ground, piercing his body. She cried out out Katrina's name. A transparent aura swirled around her, her eyes shifting like a bird of prey 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 exposed 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 were so vast that they 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 bull horns curved up to the sky, a bluish ball of fire between them. It had a face of a bull with colossal 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 smaller enemies, and erupted, firing shock waves, debris, and fragments of bodies out into space. The larger beasts injured but survived continued to surge forward.

Mikoto could hear the rapid pops as the gauss rounds whistled over the distance, tearing through flesh. The echoes of 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.