Authors note: Hey, long time no see reader :'] well, i couldn't put the story down, so you get two chapters back to back, so enjoy :p
Chapter 2: The beginning of a red clad devil huntress
Vale, while a moderately safe city, was known to have its issues. It was home to a few organized crime families, some gangs, and it occasionally had grimm attacks, but mostly the crime family and gangs left most average citizens alone for fear of the hunters retaliation. So it was certainly a shock when a bunch of gangsters walked into the shop I just so happened to be in.
"Now, now, i dont want your life or your money, just the dust." I heard the orange haired guy said. When he said that, his goons started to spread out and take as much dust as they could get their hands on. I continued to pretend to ignore them till one of them got a brilliant idea to come over to me and bother me.
"Hey! Kid, hands outta your pockets and where I can see them!" The taller gang member said. Though when he saw i hadn't even acknowledged he'd spoken, he got mad and made a grab for my arm. Though he stumbled forward when I disappeared from right in front of him. looking around wildly trying to spot me until I spoke from behind him, "yknow its not really nice to be pushy with a lady, they tend not to enjoy that." He, having obviously not learned his lesson, reached for me again, though this time i grabbed both of his hands and said, "Its also really dumb to ignore good advice when its given to you."
Now, with a shocked look on his face, i tossed him through the window and down the street. The other gang members surprised their buddy had been tossed out of the store like a sack of potatoes, started to run twords his last location at the behest of the orange haired guy, meaning twords myself.
"Cmon guys, if you all come at once, it's not a fair fight," I said, trying to be funny. They, not biting for my joke, just drew their weapons, a bunch of machetes and a few pistols. "Man, this is a tough crowd. Would it kill you guys to play along? " i asked with a certain amount of boredom in my voice. one of them started to walk twords me with his sword drawn, obviously having not learned that was a bad idea from his buddy who was still picking himself off the ground outside. When he got close enough, he swung twords me with his sword, with myself catching it with my bare hand. "C'mon, you can do better than that." I complained while he struggled to get his sword free. While not letting go of his sword, I turned and kicked him through the same window, hitting the one from earlier.
"Hey, you think i could get a hat trick?" i said, looking lazily at my would-be attackers. One of them getting frustrated with their lack of subduing me rocketed twords me saying "get her!" With that, they all sped twords me.
For a moment, let's pan outside to our first two attackers. "Would you get off me asshole!" yelled the first guy thrown. "I'm trying, but your legs are cought with mine," said the second guy. "This is the last time i let the boss loan us out to Torchwi-!" Unfortunately for our henchmen, they were hit by what appeared to be our heroine in red riding another of his buddy's chest like a skateboard. Standing in the empty street, i watched as the goons piled out of the dust shop with angry and shocked looks on their faces. "Well, looks like this party's getting crazy!" I shouted, stricking a pose and drawing my two pistols, ebony and ivory. "Let's rock!" i exclaimed as i ran at one of the goons at breakneck speeds grappling his arm and spinning him while I shoot with my other hand at the other goons. He dropped to the floor with a broken arm and depleted Aura. I turned and parried a machete with ivory while spinning it, kicking him down and shooting him multiple times. Moving and then launchpading myself off of one of the charging goons I spin into a bullet storm hitting everyone bellow me and taking them out of the fight with only one left standing.
"Wait, c-c-cant we talk about this? he stuttered with his hands in front of him. I made a thinking gesture by scratching ebony against the top of my head. "Hmmm, let me think about it... nah." I said as i put my guns over each other and let rip a couple hundred rounds into him. As the last goon fell over out cold but like the rest still alive i heard a voice say, "well, well, well, cant say that wasnt entertaining but i really must be on my way." I looked at him funny and replied, "And you think im just gonna let you walk away from here?" Moving his cane up, he took aim and said, "I know you are." and he fired a flare like projectile that i shot out of the air, creating a massive smoke cloud.
Using an incredible, yet unexplainable, amount of agility, the orange haired man was already almost up the ladder across the street by the time the smoke cleared. Using a trick teleport, I moved at the speed of light to be at the top of the ladder before he got all the way up. "I'm sorry, what was it you said about me letting you get away?" I said playfully whilst sitting atop the concrete wall. "H-how did you get up here that fast?" I then let loose a crazed smile and said, "fuck you, thats how." I suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt and tossed him up on the building.
As I slowly walked towards the slightly exasperated man. "So easy way or the hard way, Mr... what do they call it if you have orange hair?" i asked jokingly. Suddenly, a bull-head appeared next to the buliding I was on. "Sorry, little red, it's been... well, it's not fun, but you get what i mean, This is my stop, and the end for you." he said as he jumped up on the bull head and grabbed a large chunk of red dust and tossed it at me. Which might have been a good idea if i hadn't kicked it back up at him. Drawing my pistols in a spin, i took aim and said, "Heh, Jackpot!" letting loose a torend of bullets blowing up the dust and sending the bull-head crashing into the street.
Walking up twords the wreck with my guns drawn, I looked as a woman in a charred red dress crawled out of the wreckage looking pissed. "You, You! You little ingrate I'll rip you limb from limb!" she yelled as one of her eyes started to glow in an orange fire. "Wow, I've never heard that one before. C'mon, at least come up with something original." i retorted while drawing my sword. I'd come to name it rebellion but couldn't really piece together why I thought of that name. Fire and wind started to dance around the lady as she yelled, getting even more pissed, "You think you're cute!" I smiled smugly, "bitch im adorable."
She charged at me letting loose an exasperated scream with flaming swords made of glass in each hand. I met her sword strike with my own. A loud clang shook the ground as our blades met. "Wow, you hit weaker than those goons did," I poked at her already fragile ego. It seemingly worked as she somehow got even more angry and kicked me back from our little clash and sent four glass arrows twords me. I back flipped away and brought my sword down horizontally, slicing through the arrows. However, i didn't get much time to gloat as she rushed twords me and stabbed both of her swords through my chest with a manic grin and laugh. What she didn't expect was me using the handle of my blade to bash her face in knocking her to the ground. The last thing she saw was my standing over her with her swords still in my chest, "Sweet dreams," I said as i curb stomped her face with my boot.
With both her, the henchmen, and the not-ginger knocked out, i turned twords the silent observer on the roof across, judging my fight from the beginning. I then, while not leaving eye contact, removed the swords from my chest and asked, "So you gonna come down here, or am i supposed to drag them to you?"