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another.
The world is burning, and the Bazooka
Boys just want to find someone to bully. They shove Never
Lies and she stumbles. The leader closes in on her, trying to
grab her arm. That’s when she strikes, pulling a knife from her
belt and cutting right through the leader’s shields and into his
power pack, severing the lines that power his suit.
She moves fast, and for a second no-one else
realizes what she had done. She leaps at another Bazooka
Boy , slaps his punch aside and takes him out with her knife
before slamming him into the ground. Every move she makes is smooth
and calculated, and the Boys don’t have a hope of stopping
her with their clumsy punches. She cut their power, leaving them
helpless on the ground, but she doesn’t hurt them.
I would have, if our positions had been
swapped.
The only one spared her wrath is the guy
holding me, and only because he uses me like as a shield. Never
Lies open her visor and glares at him.
“What kind of superhero am I?” she asks, “I’m
the type who fights in the sky instead of hiding on the ground like
you stupid losers. I’m the kind of superhero who took three of you
out with a knife.”
She kicks a downed Bazooka Boy in the
leg and he tries to crawl away from her. Her gun platforms float
into the air and fix themselves to her shoulders where they
belong.
“I’m the kind of superhero you don’t want to
mess with, idiots.”
The guy behind me takes the hint and lets me
go.
“Now,” Never Lies says, “why don’t you
amateurs walk home and leave the saucer to me?”
We take off and I fly next to her in the air,
close enough so we can talk.
“Those guys are a joke,” she says angrily.
“Why do male superheroes think that women can’t fight? They were so
slow and clumsy that I could have taken a dozen of them out if I
wanted. Idiots. And were you planning on helping at any stage?”
“Why? They don’t deserve my help,” I say.
That almost earns me a smile.
“Let’s go kill some aliens,” she says.
“Yes ma’am.”
The saucer explodes in the distance, crashing
down into a forest and starting a raging fire. That’s the kind of
problem that the fire department can deal with, so we ignore
it.
We find Small Talk lying on the ground
within ten meters of the dog whistle. Our fort of ice and dirt lies
in ruins around him, and a metal serpent is wrapped around his
body. He managed to rip the thing’s head off before it reached the
dog whistle. He’s surrounded by piles and piles of every kind of
alien as if he was trying to form a wall of dead metal to protect
the whistle.
“Is he dead?” I ask.
Small Talk groans in pain, and we fly
down to unwrap him from his enemy.
“He’ll survive. Just.” Never Lies says.
We look up to see a flash of light from the
other side of town as the downed saucer explodes. Dark Fire and Blizzard Master did their job well. I relax a
little.
I should have learnt my lesson: a dozen
aliens teleport into existence right above and the fight starts
again. Never Lies gets three of them, but one pins her and
another smacks me right in the helmet.
It’s a five-legged freak made of spinning
blades and wicked spines. It slashes at my head, screaming in a
high pitch squeal. My green shields take most of the damage but I
struggle to fight it off. The pressure releases for a moment as
someone pulls the alien off me and slams it against the ground. My
rescuer is wearing dull blue, and isn’t someone I recognize. The
alien turns on him, sticking a blade right through his leg. He
staggers, yet still manages to punch the creature as it closes in
on him. I blast it apart with my multiblaster, cutting its legs and
arms off with focused blasts until it is no longer a threat. Never Lies has taken the rest of the aliens out in the same
amount of time it has taken me to kill one. Blizzard Master was right; I do need a bigger gun.
My rescuer lies gasping on the ground. He has
a huge ‘TRAINEE’ printed on his chest, and
The world is burning, and the Bazooka
Boys just want to find someone to bully. They shove Never
Lies and she stumbles. The leader closes in on her, trying to
grab her arm. That’s when she strikes, pulling a knife from her
belt and cutting right through the leader’s shields and into his
power pack, severing the lines that power his suit.
She moves fast, and for a second no-one else
realizes what she had done. She leaps at another Bazooka
Boy , slaps his punch aside and takes him out with her knife
before slamming him into the ground. Every move she makes is smooth
and calculated, and the Boys don’t have a hope of stopping
her with their clumsy punches. She cut their power, leaving them
helpless on the ground, but she doesn’t hurt them.
I would have, if our positions had been
swapped.
The only one spared her wrath is the guy
holding me, and only because he uses me like as a shield. Never
Lies open her visor and glares at him.
“What kind of superhero am I?” she asks, “I’m
the type who fights in the sky instead of hiding on the ground like
you stupid losers. I’m the kind of superhero who took three of you
out with a knife.”
She kicks a downed Bazooka Boy in the
leg and he tries to crawl away from her. Her gun platforms float
into the air and fix themselves to her shoulders where they
belong.
“I’m the kind of superhero you don’t want to
mess with, idiots.”
The guy behind me takes the hint and lets me
go.
“Now,” Never Lies says, “why don’t you
amateurs walk home and leave the saucer to me?”
We take off and I fly next to her in the air,
close enough so we can talk.
“Those guys are a joke,” she says angrily.
“Why do male superheroes think that women can’t fight? They were so
slow and clumsy that I could have taken a dozen of them out if I
wanted. Idiots. And were you planning on helping at any stage?”
“Why? They don’t deserve my help,” I say.
That almost earns me a smile.
“Let’s go kill some aliens,” she says.
“Yes ma’am.”
The saucer explodes in the distance, crashing
down into a forest and starting a raging fire. That’s the kind of
problem that the fire department can deal with, so we ignore
it.
We find Small Talk lying on the ground
within ten meters of the dog whistle. Our fort of ice and dirt lies
in ruins around him, and a metal serpent is wrapped around his
body. He managed to rip the thing’s head off before it reached the
dog whistle. He’s surrounded by piles and piles of every kind of
alien as if he was trying to form a wall of dead metal to protect
the whistle.
“Is he dead?” I ask.
Small Talk groans in pain, and we fly
down to unwrap him from his enemy.
“He’ll survive. Just.” Never Lies says.
We look up to see a flash of light from the
other side of town as the downed saucer explodes. Dark Fire and Blizzard Master did their job well. I relax a
little.
I should have learnt my lesson: a dozen
aliens teleport into existence right above and the fight starts
again. Never Lies gets three of them, but one pins her and
another smacks me right in the helmet.
It’s a five-legged freak made of spinning
blades and wicked spines. It slashes at my head, screaming in a
high pitch squeal. My green shields take most of the damage but I
struggle to fight it off. The pressure releases for a moment as
someone pulls the alien off me and slams it against the ground. My
rescuer is wearing dull blue, and isn’t someone I recognize. The
alien turns on him, sticking a blade right through his leg. He
staggers, yet still manages to punch the creature as it closes in
on him. I blast it apart with my multiblaster, cutting its legs and
arms off with focused blasts until it is no longer a threat. Never Lies has taken the rest of the aliens out in the same
amount of time it has taken me to kill one. Blizzard Master was right; I do need a bigger gun.
My rescuer lies gasping on the ground. He has
a huge ‘TRAINEE’ printed on his chest, and
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