Yes, you do think...

Well, it's been a while since you've been able to cut loose. Butchery isn't your ideal form of stress relief. You'd prefer to lie in bed, curled up with a pretty girl, teasing every inch of her nubile body...

But this is fine too. Besides, if you think about it, a full-on assault's probably the most expedient method of acquiring all this loot laid out underneath you.

You descend, your wings billowing out behind you, taking one last glance at the skyline of Terminus City as you descend.

It is, admittedly, a gorgeous sight. Terminus City is that place wanderers go to where they're lost. A melting pot of the world's refugees, outcasts, and rejects where corporations wielding the highest technological achievements of man are juxtaposed against the low-life decay of the gang-ridden slums. Both groups still run roughshod over the city's population. The city's chaotic. Energetic. Its skyline reflects all of these traits, bedecked in glass, corporate advertisements, and neon lights.

Of course, even that sight pales in comparison to your loves. The city itself, and all the people within? Just pretty baubles that might be nice to offer up to your loves, once you've gotten them to the point where they'll accept that sort of offering.

... Although, conquest might be a nice way to pass the time. You have the propensity to grow ever so bored.

It's just as well that you're working on alleviating your boredom right now.

The gangsters don't actually register your presence once you've finished landing, on account of the glamour you've woven around yourself. It's just as well that your skillset trends towards trickery and manipulation. All the better to let you trick these silly humans. You watch them continue working, shovelling pallets and crates full of guns, contraband, and other nefarious goods off the cargo ship and onto trucks and vans, taking a bit to compose yourself.

You're the type of girl who prefers to look her best, after all. You have to look good to feel good. And if you feel good, you play good.

Time to play~

You pop your glamour with a quick snap of your fingers, and it dispels in a burst of pink perfumed smoke. Hilariously, the gangsters don't even notice you after you've done that. They're too engrossed in their duties. Well, the guards are basically asleep on their feet, and everybody's just looking bored as hell.

Well, that's to be expected. This is obviously a ruthless gang with a lot of armed thugs, and they couldn't possibly imagine some corrupted sexy succubus of a magical girl would walk up to them in her skimpy outfit and go 'hello, drug dealers.'

Of course, that's exactly what you're doing right now.

"Hello, drug dealers!" You cheer, announcing your presence. Ooh, surprise, surprise, two of the thugs have jerked to attention, toting their silly human handguns. Great reaction time, too bad it amounts to nothing.

They're the first ones you relieve of their heads. Pink magic flares up around your fingertips, forming long talons of coruscating energy. Snicker-snack, your fingers go. Flop, plop, their heads roll.

You step fully into the light, eyes alit with eagerness. Silence falls across the harbour as the arrayed gangster take in the sight of you, corrupted and sexy as you are. Oh, those are wonderful emotions playing out on their faces. Surprise, shock, confusion...

Confusion turns to horror and panic the instant you rush in and disembowel five more gangsters in the span of three seconds. That's when the shooting starts, as well as the screaming.

"Kill the bitch - gurk!"

My, how rude. Terrible manners. Mmph.

"Who the fuck is th- gah!"

Well, they're not entitled to know who you really are. It's not like you go around telling your piggybank what your name is, and that's what these 'people' are. They're piggybanks, protecting resources infinitely more valuable than they are. You're just here to smash them open and steal their goods.

"Keep shooting! Keep shooting!"

You titter as bullets patter off of your barrier, which fluoresces pink underneath the dim harbor lights. Silly humans and their silly guns~

Maybe in a thousand years, they'd make a dent in your barrier with these pathetic weapons. Alas, these fools won't have the time. You lash out, a whirling dervish, wielding your talons with considerable skill. Every one of your strikes kills, maims, or otherwise horrifically injures one of these hapless thugs. You decapitate heads, split torsos in twain, cut through limbs like twigs...

Ooh, they're running now. You can see off in the distance some of the thugs trying to make a break for it.

Too bad, you've got ranged options too. And your aim is as impeccable as the rest of you is~

You raise your palm, and an array of magic circles form in the air around you. A quick application of essence, and devastating pink magical lasers lance out, vaporizing gangsters entirely.

It'd be a bit troublesome if any of them got away to report back to their bosses. Well, they can't get away if they're all expanding clouds of ash~

... Although disintegrations might actually make collecting all of that biomass a bit troublesome. Eh. Acceptable losses.

"You... You're a damn monster!"

Well, you'll be damned, you missed one. You turn slowly to regard him, then your eyes narrow.

He's decided to take a hostage, it seems. That same human-trafficking victim you'd laid eyes on earlier. The silly fool's got a gun to her cute head, he's using her as an improvised human shield. Huh, it's the same thug you saw hitting the poor dear in his arms earlier as well.

"My, my, what do we have here," you tut, putting a finger to your lips. Your hips sway as you stride just a bit closer, relishing in the thug's increasing panic and fear. You take a moment to preen when you notice yourself reflected in his eyes. Not a drop of blood on your sexy body~

"If - If you step any closer I'll blow the bitch's head off! You're here for th- The goods, right? Well I'll make sure you don't get any, you hear me you fucking monster? Y - You fucked with the wrong gang! The Jade Tigers'll be all up your ass!"

Oh dear, he thinks you actually care about his hostage. How amusing. How pathetically stupid.

Well, you're content to humor this nameless idiot for now. Who knows, this might prove to be entertaining~

"The Jade Tigers, hmm?" You eye the man and his bound and gagged hostage thoughtfully. Hm. You can't get a clean shot from this angle, not with one of your beams at least. You'd really prefer not to damage any more of the potential pets and toys you're planning on adding to your collection any more than you have to.

Necromancy's never been your strong suit, you'd really prefer not to have to raise the dead. Corpses make terrible playthings. Too much maintenance, too much hassle, having to deal with all that rot and decay. Ick. Not your thing. Living girls are so much more fun to play with. They blush prettily, they're nice and warm, their skin's so soft and smooth, they make the most adorable lewd faces when you tease them just right...

... Better not drool, you've still got appearances to keep up, and this guy's still bloviating on.

"Yeah, we're - We run the fucking docks lady! We're gonna - We're gonna own this city! So - So back the hell off, do you hear?" The gangster shouts, puffing himself up with a bit of unearned bravado, and in that moment he makes a terminally stupid mistake.

He takes his gun away from his hostage's head and points it towards you, and his hostage takes that moment to try and struggle out from his grip.

By stamping on his foot and ramming him with her shoulder, bound though she might be.

How... Interesting.

"Agh, son of a bi-"

You extend your devilish talons to their fullest. A blade of pink energy flares out from your fingertips, spearing right into the thug's neck. He gargles and gurgles, steaming blood gushing out from where you'd torn into his throat, then flops to the ground.

Well, that's the trash out of the way.

Time to deal with the potential treasure from this sorry lot.

You walk up to the adorable bound and gagged human trafficking victim who was just struggling for her own life. She stares up at you, prone and helpless though she might be, and you can see a spark of... Defiance in her big, blue eyes. Teary though they might be, they're clear. Unfogged by drugs, fear, undue mental contamination...

She's exhausted, and she's certainly seen better days. This girl's bruised, obviously underfed. Her brown hair's all lank and matted, and she smells pretty terrible. It's enough to get your nose to wrinkle, just a bit.

But those eyes.

Eyes have ever been the window to the soul, especially where magic's concerned, and this girl's eyes are still defiant even after the horrors that've obviously been visited upon her. The clarity in her defiant icy-blue glare is actually a bit astounding. It speaks volumes for how pure her soul must still be. Why, if there were a Contractor nearby, you'd give even odds that she'd have been offered a Pact right on the spot.

Fascinating.

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Essence: 90/100