Needles of bone jut from your wrist, replacements ready beneath your skin as you lunge forward, ready to bring this saboteur down, then Mary explodes into motion and the sight of her boot fills your vision.
Pain explodes through your skull as her foot slams into your head and sends you flying into the wall behind you, bending the dome itself with the force of your impact, even as her boot explodes, showering you with leather before she leaps away, kicking the other shoe off as she lands.
"Look, I'm sorry about this random hero lady but we need you both out of the-" she begins, only to be interrupted as you lunge towards her again and send a jab right for her stomach which misses by a hair's breath and cuts a thin line across the suit.
"Yikes! As I said, very, very sorry about this." She repeats before launching into a hailstorm of blows, her apologetic words ruined by the casual tone.
But your flesh has been hardened and your rage gives you clarity, you've weathered blows like this before and without the power of the flying kick which opened this fight, this barrage is little different from all the rest, just another obstacle for you to beat your way through.
All you can think about right now is squeezing out every single drop of knowledge out of this woman as you can, she knows something about Adamant's killers, you just know she does, she must, why else would she be here with a briefcase of bombs?
Another punch slams into your healing head and you barely notice it as you shove a needle thin wrist blade through that suit of hers into a nerve cluster in her chest, twisting your wrist to snap it off and leaving it stuck in her chest as she gasps in pain and leaps backwards, trying to pull it out and failing each time as the pain grows too intense.
"Holy- that," she wheezes, "That really hurt." She says reproachfully, even as she begins to circle you, "What did I-" she asks before recognition dawns in her eyes "Oh, oh right, sorry I forgot about that." She must be the world's best actress, because in that moment she looks exactly like you do when you forget something important, that mix of shame, embarrassment, and anger at yourself is intensely familiar.
Your only response is a snarl as you dash forward with inhuman speed, and like that the battle resumes, another powerful kick sends you into a table despite your raised arm but in an instant you're back on your feet and back on the attack as she rips another table from the floor and hurls it at you with a roar of effort.
"Tank this you crazy shapeshifter lady." She screams right before you chop it in half with a snarl and slam through the severed pieces before colliding with her mid-air and ramming another needle thin wrist blade into her leg as she raises to block your stab.
The two of you slam into another table as you land, spilling parts and boxes of fast food everywhere around you as it tilts with the impact, Mary righting herself a second before you and sending you flying with a running kick as you try to rise.
This time you rise almost instantly, the newborn shards of pain spread through your mending ribcage fighting you every step of the way as you force yourself to stand, facing your opponent with both arms raised defensively as once more as your foe races to met you.
But while you feel like you've been stepped on by a Kaiju, the beautiful truth is that you're healing and Mary isn't, while your skull and ribcage has pushed itself back together, the needles have taken their toll in the form of shallow breath, limping footsteps, and pools of blood sinking into her suit.
And as Mary charges towards you those injuries finally extract your price, a stumble halfway through a running leap letting you dive down as she slams into the wall where you stood a moment ago, the dome buckles with the sheer force of the impact, metal screeching as the wall gives way and she crashes into the room behind it, smashing through the delicate processors on the other side.
It's only a second later you realize what those processors were linked up to as the computer you'd been reading from begins to sputter before overloading in a flash of sparks and going dark an instant later.
Groaning in pain, Mary stands, "Right, glad I remembered where that was, I was like, almost certain I'd forgotten where it actually was once I mid air." Then she turns to you and extends her hands, smiling with satisfaction, like she's just beaten you utterly. "Anyway, you win, I surrender."
O-O-O-O-O
Pick 5 questions to ask Mary.
[ ] Plan Name
-[ ] Question 1
-[ ] Question 2
-[ ] Question 3
-[ ] Question 4
-[ ] Question 5
Sorry for the late update and it's brevity but I had some things distracting me this week and quite frankly this fight just didn't last too long before some important choices needed to be made.
