The sun was at its zenith, cars drove on the road, and people were going about their days, except one... A tall woman with a light tanned skin covered in scars and burn marks on her face and arms leaned against the whitish yellow wall of a university, fidgeting with her phone. Her black obsidian hair, arranged in a mullet wolf cut, fluttered in the gentle breeze. Her outfit constituted of an all black sleeveless shirt with a vest on her shoulder, pants and boots.
She slid her phone into her pocket while yawning. In the same motion, she pulled out an handkerchief and wiped clean the pair of round glasses sitting on her nose.
"12:34... I don't remember classes taking such a long time to finish." She said, checking the time on her phone as she put her glasses back on. "Eh, I'll give it five more minutes..."
RIIING
"Oh, nevermind."
The doors of the skyscraper finally opened, students poured out in droves accompanied by a orange-haired woman dressed in a revealing buttoned white shirt and a short black skirt. The black-haired woman approached, holding a paper,
"Let's see... Which one of you is NOIR Rosella Thorneus the 4th?"
"And who is asking?" A voice came from among the students.
"Her newly appointed bodyguard, I've been sent to pick you up."
"Wait, are you Anyma?" The orange-haired woman stepped in.
"... You know, I'd appreciate if you could keep your mouth shut, Nora." Anyma replied with a very annoyed sigh.
"Well, well. You've grown guts since the last time I saw you, defect." Nora, ignoring Anyma's remark, commented as if trying to get under her skin.
"Hey miss, is that the girl you used as example during the lectures? The one who couldn't even run ten meters without crumbling?"
"Yes, that's her." Nora nodded with a grin, "She was so weak she couldn't even pick up the training gear. I'm shocked to see that she can stand, period."
The students didn't hold their laughter one bit, it echoed throughout the court.
"Ah, yes. Sweet memories." Anyma said, completely unfazed by Nora's attempt to rule her up. "Did you also tell them how much dick you suck during our time? Or when your oh-so-dear girlfriend discarded you like an old sock the moment you graduated for someone more good looking? Or when—"
Before Anyma could complete get sentence, a pen charged with pink electricity flew right at her eyes, the attacker was none other than Nora, veins bulging on her forehead as the laughter died down.
Anyma stood still, the pen fazing through her. "...You're still so easy to infuriate, that's one thing that didn't change."
"How!?" One of the students questioned. All of the present had seen their professor turn building into mush with this exact attack, yet now it failed to do the tiniest scratch.
"What are you surprised for? You didn't expect this sluggish attack to actually hit, did you?" Anyma shook her head, "By the way, how did you even end up as a professor at a university?"
"... None of your business." Nora replied through gritted teeth, pink sparks flew around her while her hair stood up.
"Aw, miss I-suck-a-dick-for-a-living is angwy? Awwww what you gonna do?" This was the trigger Nora awaited. The ground around her shattered as she launched herself at Anyma, her legs overflowing with her signature pink electricity.
BOOM!
"Well, miss is mad! It shouldn't take long." One student commented. The other seemed to agree, as they pulled their phones and started recording the fight.
"Agh!" A cry emerged from the cloud as a figure flew out, clutching her stomach. The cloud slowly dispersed, and the one standing was Anyma, her legs stretched. The figure that flew out was Nora. "You've got a little bit stronger, don't think that it'll be enough to take me out!"
"Stronger? Nah nah. You've grown weaker, Pinky Pie. All it took was a little kick to the guts to send you reeling? That's a shame, really." Anyma said, lowering her leg and tucking her hands into her pockets, "A part of me do want to be beat into next week, but I have other things to do."
The black-haired woman turned to the students, "It's time to go, Rosie."
The crowd turned toward a particular student. A short woman with very long onyx black hair stepped out, she had a butterfly pin over her left ear. She started at Anyma condescendingly with her arms crossed,
"No." She said flatly, "You will settle this feud here, and then we will go."
"Oh by Morgana, she is one of those...
You could just say you don't want to go, you know. Or are you just bored?"
"It is none of your concern, bodyguard. Get to it already!" Rosella then turned on her heels, back into the crowd.
"... I hate this job already." Anyma sighed, taking her hands off her pockets. "Alright, let's be—" A rock charged with pink electricity sliced the air, striking Anyma's forehead, flinging her glasses off.
Nora didn't just sit still during the conversation between Anyma and Rosella. She had a rock in her palm that she charged with her electricity, and when the moment was appropriate, she threw it with a great deal of strength. She couldn't help but grin at the result, but she didn't stop there.
Anyma didn't know what hit her, she was turning toward Nora, and before she could process what happened, she was looking at the sky with something dripping down her forehead. The sharp pain at her forehead was followed by another one, this time in her chest. She flew several meters, crashing into a wall.
"I may have given you too much credit. I turned up the heat and you already can't keep up. Born a defect, grown up a defect. Remember your pla—"
Anyma shut Nora up with a punch to the jaw, then with a twist of her wrist and her upper body, she sent the orange-haired woman's head bounce against the pavement before grabbing her leg and flinging into the university building.
"Becoming a professor made your mouth even looser than before. How about you just shut up, and fight already? I'm not in the mood to play around anymore." A magenta aura burst around Anyma's figure, her left hand's nails growing into claws as the entirety of her arm turned magenta.
Before things could escalate however, Rosella stepped forward. She shoved her phone into Anyma's face, more specifically on the time. The bodygaurd's face went pale as her claws retracted, "Fuck!" She exclaimed loudly, pushing the device off her face.
"Can you not cuss in my face at the very least?" Rosella sighed, "Besides, what are you worried about?" She added, noting the panicked expression of the black-haired woman.
"I can't tell you that!" Anyma replied, grabbing the smaller girl by the waist, laying on her shoulder like a potato bag and then jumped away, leaving a crater behind.
"... That was an interesting meeting." A girl with a head of sky blue hair said.
"Yeah, she's... Quite carefree." Another with bright red hair added.