Shoot that slagging cracking munching bitch!" A foul mouth man yelled from the first merchant monster truck.
With a wide and mean grin, Mirko spun mid-air as if she was a tornado, the wind kicking up in a flurry as it gathered all the bullets fired at her. They all gathered into a soccer ball rotating chaotically as she gave it a few light taps of her feet.
"EAT THIS SHITSTAIN!" Mirko yelled as she kicked the soccer ball of air up, flipped over, and delivered an overhead bicycle kick so powerful it sent out shockwaves.
The roiling mass of air, bullets, and extreme forces slammed right into the lead monster truck. This time instead of it being saved by the hydraulics this time. The tires popped as the monster machine bottomed out and slammed into the asphalt.
"SHIT! SQUEALER GET US THE FUCK OUTTA HEERRREEEEE!" Skiddy screamed nice and loud. His voice was like a nail on the chalkboard.
Three more steps had her bounce from the ground off the side of an apartment building, then back into the air as she spun one way and twisted the other kicking and deflecting weapons fire aimed at her. She was a blur of speed, and they never saw her coming. Their heads rattled like ping pong balls as she sped from one to the next. Their heads rattled like bobblehead dolls as she smacked each one against the back of the head so hard it rattled their brains.
A few went down, others went upchuck with whatever contents they called food. Some never made it a few feet as they were kicked into parked cars and other such things. The ground beneath her cracked as Mirko went high, the rocket launched at her destroying the asphalt down below. As all of this was happening, there was a flash of yellow, and then Mirko turned to look.
She watched as that dickless scrub named Dauntless decided he wanted to snatch her prey away. With narrowed eyes, Mirko watched as he helped more than hundered the Merchants. Landing lightly on one of the rooftops, Mirko watched as the PRT fucked it all up with a growl barely suppressed.
With her frustration building, Mirko only came down from the rooftops when the police showed up. Her omni-tool printed out a basic SD card for them to receive along with a copy of an After Action Report. That fool in the hero get-up tried to smile at her, as he walked forward, the javelin being shifted to underneath one arm even as he extended the other.
"Hi, I'm Dauntless, we don't get many fresh faces around here." The fool spoke even as he offered his off-hand for a shake, his smile was genuine and full of charm. There was even that little twinkle in his eyes as he waited for her to shake.
The look she gave his hands was of pure disdain, "You let them get away." Was all she said before jumping up and kicking off the air.
Anthony Grey
Storm King
Music played in the background as I sat at my workstation, a mortar and pestle in hand. The Roobrush was grounded into a fine powder before me even as the ambrosia and bittergreen petals floated around as the mortar. A quarter of the bitter green petals was added to the mix next, and everything was given another once over before the ambrosia was added.
Everything was then turned into a nice red paste, even from where I was sitting I could smell the transitional scent of it turn towards something a little bitter. Well, I guess the ambrosia didn't keep transferring it to that sweet smell. That was fine because the next step was to add water and watch as the sticky syrup turned into a drinkable fluid.
Now it was my turn to frown as I unfolded my arms and summoned over a blade as I stared down at the red potion concoction. With a thought, I brought up a multitude of scanners, then the blade came to a hover next to my hand, and I ran it down my palm with a little application of telekinesis. My regeneration rapidly kicked in, but I forced it to stop and allowed my hand to bleed for a bit. Once I was certain of everything, I decided to take a drink of the potion.