the Winter God Slayer intoned, expressing mild irritation. "I barely touched her."
That was actually untrue; the Utgardian had smacked the girl called Orcana with as much force as her left hand could muster. And that, given Beira's physical strength, was no paltry thing. Thanks to her Cosmic Resonance, Beira could see another armored hoodlum, trying to keep out of sight, circling her from behind. No wonder the first one was stalling momentarily, most likely waiting for his partner to be in position before executing his attack. So, Beira played along, pretending to focus all her attention on the strangely clad goon before her. The two bulky goons were now in position, and Beira sensed them both manipulate their armors, whose chest pieces curiously resembled those sound-blaring devices people called loudspeakers. Teleporting to the back of the goon who had formerly been behind her and shoving him forward, Beira noted that the goons’ chest devices had released waves that rippled the air. Their intention was surely to catch the God Slayer between the blasts, but as she had avoided them, the magically charged sound waves smashed into each other and burst, creating a surprisingly powerful explosion that flung the two goons away like ragdolls. The God Slayer surmised that the goons had positioned themselves just outside the radius of their blasts’ effects, but having pushed one of them and shortened the distance between them, Beira had ensured that they were within the blast radius, while she wasn’t.
The blast seemed to have disoriented the goons, and a few well-placed punches and kicks laid them out cold before they could regain enough composure to resume fighting. That hadn’t been so difficult…”I hadn’t thought it would be a pretty lady that would give me the most trouble tonight,”
came a calm voice off to the side, as a man in a weird-looking armor stepped into view. He wielded a graceful curved sword which burnt a bright pink flame. ”How about you buy me a drink, and you and your punks clean up the mess you’ve made, and I’ll stop giving you trouble,”
Beira replied. The samurai shook his head. ”No can do, fair lady. Tonight is the night of PL4GUE,”
he pronounced it as ‘PLAGUE’, ”and it is we, not these unfortunate revellers, who should be running the night.””How do you get to pronounce ‘four’ as ‘A’?”
Beira asked, obviously confused. ”Well, no matter. Your goons interrupted my drink, and they paid for it. So while you…”
her words were cut short, as the samurai appeared behind her, swinging downwards at her with his bright sword, which he gripped in both hands. A polearm of nether rime appeared in her hands, and Beira used its shaft to counter the blow, though she immediately sensed that her ice would not survive prolonged exposure to the samurai’s blade. So, instead of pulling away, she stepped backwards, so that she was pressing against him, as the polearm vanished and was replaced with a short sword, with which she stabbed under her left arm, scoring a hit in her opponent’s abdomen. As he reflexively pulled away, Beira kicked backwards, almost performing a full split, as her heel connected with his jaw, sending him flying, although to his credit, he righted himself and landed gracefully like a cat.
Beira was already upon him, slashing downwards with her short sword, but he didn’t even attempt to dodge her attack, taking the blow on his shoulder as he countered with his blade. Too late Beira saw his purpose, and though she managed to shift at the last second, his blade slashed deep into her side, cauterizing the wound as it passed. Although Beira was confident of her regeneration capabilities, fighting through the pain put her at a mild disadvantage. But he was also injured, so they were equal. Before the PL4GUE boss could perform another attack, Beira utilized her Datum: Prismatic Spray, firing the colourful cone of light directly into his face. Then she jumped, smashing both knees upwards into his jaw. ”Stay down,”
the God Slayer warned. ”It’s less painful, and safer for you.”
But the samurai wasn’t done. Leaning on his sword, he snapped his fingers, and five scintillating masses of shiny colors appeared around him. With a flick of his wrist, they were attacking the God Slayer relentlessly. And they were fast.
Beira made it a priority to evade them, especially as one had grazed her leg, and it felt like liquid fire. But so eager was she to dodge that she too late detected the samurai very close… too close. His gauntleted hand was round her neck as he held her in place, while his other hand drew back, to run her through with his burning sword. ”Dictum: I impose!”
Beira cried, and a strange wave seemed to ripple out from the God Slayer. In an instant, the summoned plasma elementi rushed in a single mass and smashed into the samurai, forcing him to release his grip on Beira, and devastating his armor. He responded with a single slash, which released a massive wave of pink fire. The wave smashed into the elementi and destroyed them at once, though Beira managed to narrowly evade it. And she was glad she did. The fire from the wave seemed relentless, burning everything whether cloth, wood, glass or stone. ”Prima Data: Damnation!”
Beira thought, as she channelled her dark magic. As the rippling air created by the spell flowed past him, he froze in mid-stride, petrified by fear and pain, even as his pause opened him up to receive a roundhouse kick from the God Slayer that sent him flying. While her opponent was still airborne, Beira took in a deep breath, and expelled it in a torrent of frigid devastation, courtesy of her Winter God Bellow. The spiralling blast sent the samurai boss flying like a ragdoll, and slammed him through a wall.
Beira looked around. The place was a mess, and the pink fire was still burning. Returning to the bar, she took her half-finished drink, and walked off into the night. Law enforcement would come, and though she had done no evil tonight, she was never alright being around law enforcement agents. She would finish her drink, take a bath, and go to bed. The best way to end an urban night.
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