The Lightning-coated fist coming towards her pushed her adrenaline into overdrive. There was no fucking way she'd let herself get offed like this. Fire coursed through her body like a circuit, a slight yellow glow coming from the Flames' pathways. The feeling of a hot iron rod being stabbed into her back was absolutely excruciating, given that several of her capillaries had burst, bones had fractured, tendons had strained, and blood vessels had ruptured already. Overclocking her body after severely overclocking her body to such lengths before.... Definitely not a good idea, but you did what you did to survive.
"ARGH!" she cried out, as she slammed her feet on the pavement to push herself backwards, away from the Lightning combatant... Who seemed to have been held up by something. With her blurred vision, there wasn't much he could see, but it seemed he had been restrained by... Rope? Cloth? Something like that Then there was... a fight? She could hear the sound of something swinging, and some angry words being spoken by a voice that sounded like someone from class. The yellow glow disappeared, as the overclocking stopped. Of course, she still hurt like hell and hacked out a cough of blood into her hand.
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Testing Week today. Reading Week break next week. Yay.
Testing Week today. Reading Week break next week. Yay.
"Heh..." Nagato muttered, a rather wolfish grin gracing his face, "today just took an interesting turn, huh?"
Unfazed by the display of Masako's firepower, Nagato looked behind himself at the brunette and turned around to face her, Mist Bow replaced by 2 Calico M950s hidden in his cloak. Not Flame-enhanced or anything, just two regular guns. Simple, yet efficient. Boring, but practical.
And he was ready to unleash a hail of bullets at a moment's notice, but first, a nice little chat. "Miss Vongola XV, I presume?"
"Like you didn't know that," the brunette with the tube of baseballs and the cap growled, gripping the baseball she had harder, "this is Vongola turf, if you haven't noticed, and I'm not letting some scumbag go and wreck havoc on my watch."
The field became silent, the Mist and the Sky watching each other from separate rooftops. A baseball was thrown into the air, and a pair of guns were cocked.
Tension rose as the ball ascended higher...
The ball fell.
An orange laser suddenly shot past Nagato as a rain of bullets covered his movement out of the way. He looked back at his rather irritated looking enemy and made a rather obvious realization: those 'lasers' were actually baseballs being propelled at speeds roughly equal to that of 75-80% of the speed of sound, merely by using the thrust produced by her Flames.
"Impressive," Nagato praised, pausing to toss aside the empty Calico and lifting the other up, "but to reveal your trump card so soon... You must be new to this, am I right?"
There was no answer from Masako's end, since she was no longer in her previous position. Rather, she was charging towards her assailant at a speed that seemed to be far out of her body's natural potential, though nothing inhuman. It was almost as if...
"Oh you have to be shitting me," Nagato groaned, quickly emptying his other gun whilst falling back before tossing it and replacing it with a pair of Chinese short falchions, kan-dao, fashioned from his Mist Flames. He didn't need anything fancy or powerful-but-cumbersome, so shortswords would be a decent pick.
A punch to the head was blocked by one of the blades, leaving a fist-shaped dent in it. A strike to the ribs was redirected by a blade which was easily broken and as easily replaced. The battle went on similarly to that for the first few turns, before Nagato noticed how sluggish and how in-pain his opponent looked every time she moved her body with that unnatural force, and used those weaknesses against her. The roles quickly reversed, Nagato on offense, Masako on defense. Though the Mist assassin thought the scenario was odd. The two had scored hits on each other, but even though he had dealt more damage, she shouldn't have been that out of it this early. Landing a solid kick to her stomach, the cloaked assassin made distance between them, causing a momentary pause.
Normally, Masako would be saying something cocky and taunt her enemy. However, she was wounded, both externally and internally, and her breathing was obviously taxed. Overclocking her body with Sun Flames... Not a good idea for a prolonged battle, especially with her known lack of sufficient control. The extra wounds from the lucky bullets and strikes were no help at all. She collapsed.
Nagato looked at the pitiful thing on the roof, having come to a similar conclusion, and turned around. No glory in killing a dead horse... Or his employer's future-student. He shrugged his shoulders, dispelled his blades, and began to head out.
And that's when Masako fired off a rather weak Flame-baseball at him. It was barely her usual speed, but experiencing getting hit by a rather slow-medium speed car would at least do some damage. And it did, catching him good on the left shoulder. Though he ended up grunting out in pain, he had managed to get out of dodge despite her best efforts.
The Vongola XV hacked out some blood as she pulled herself up off the ground, slight pains adding up and showing on her face as she moved. "Dammit... bastard got... away..." she mumbled, inspecting her wounds and pocketing the two rings that were on her hands.
Unfazed by the display of Masako's firepower, Nagato looked behind himself at the brunette and turned around to face her, Mist Bow replaced by 2 Calico M950s hidden in his cloak. Not Flame-enhanced or anything, just two regular guns. Simple, yet efficient. Boring, but practical.
And he was ready to unleash a hail of bullets at a moment's notice, but first, a nice little chat. "Miss Vongola XV, I presume?"
"Like you didn't know that," the brunette with the tube of baseballs and the cap growled, gripping the baseball she had harder, "this is Vongola turf, if you haven't noticed, and I'm not letting some scumbag go and wreck havoc on my watch."
The field became silent, the Mist and the Sky watching each other from separate rooftops. A baseball was thrown into the air, and a pair of guns were cocked.
Tension rose as the ball ascended higher...
The ball fell.
An orange laser suddenly shot past Nagato as a rain of bullets covered his movement out of the way. He looked back at his rather irritated looking enemy and made a rather obvious realization: those 'lasers' were actually baseballs being propelled at speeds roughly equal to that of 75-80% of the speed of sound, merely by using the thrust produced by her Flames.
"Impressive," Nagato praised, pausing to toss aside the empty Calico and lifting the other up, "but to reveal your trump card so soon... You must be new to this, am I right?"
There was no answer from Masako's end, since she was no longer in her previous position. Rather, she was charging towards her assailant at a speed that seemed to be far out of her body's natural potential, though nothing inhuman. It was almost as if...
"Oh you have to be shitting me," Nagato groaned, quickly emptying his other gun whilst falling back before tossing it and replacing it with a pair of Chinese short falchions, kan-dao, fashioned from his Mist Flames. He didn't need anything fancy or powerful-but-cumbersome, so shortswords would be a decent pick.
A punch to the head was blocked by one of the blades, leaving a fist-shaped dent in it. A strike to the ribs was redirected by a blade which was easily broken and as easily replaced. The battle went on similarly to that for the first few turns, before Nagato noticed how sluggish and how in-pain his opponent looked every time she moved her body with that unnatural force, and used those weaknesses against her. The roles quickly reversed, Nagato on offense, Masako on defense. Though the Mist assassin thought the scenario was odd. The two had scored hits on each other, but even though he had dealt more damage, she shouldn't have been that out of it this early. Landing a solid kick to her stomach, the cloaked assassin made distance between them, causing a momentary pause.
Normally, Masako would be saying something cocky and taunt her enemy. However, she was wounded, both externally and internally, and her breathing was obviously taxed. Overclocking her body with Sun Flames... Not a good idea for a prolonged battle, especially with her known lack of sufficient control. The extra wounds from the lucky bullets and strikes were no help at all. She collapsed.
Nagato looked at the pitiful thing on the roof, having come to a similar conclusion, and turned around. No glory in killing a dead horse... Or his employer's future-student. He shrugged his shoulders, dispelled his blades, and began to head out.
And that's when Masako fired off a rather weak Flame-baseball at him. It was barely her usual speed, but experiencing getting hit by a rather slow-medium speed car would at least do some damage. And it did, catching him good on the left shoulder. Though he ended up grunting out in pain, he had managed to get out of dodge despite her best efforts.
The Vongola XV hacked out some blood as she pulled herself up off the ground, slight pains adding up and showing on her face as she moved. "Dammit... bastard got... away..." she mumbled, inspecting her wounds and pocketing the two rings that were on her hands.
Introducing...
"So, you got your decisive information already?" Nagato asked sarcastically, sitting on a different rooftop than he was on earlier, Mist Bow leaning against his shoulder.
"Hrm? Oh, yes. Of course. Got a few Flame signatures, Lightning, Cloud, Rain, Storm primaries... Though I traced some secondaries in there... Good job."
"All in a days work, ne?" Nagato said wistfully, with a nice little grin on his face, "this is pretty nice, actually."
"Now you can go back to flirting with middle shoolers."
"...Well it WAS a nice day," Nagato grumbled before hanging up the phone. "Now to get the heck o-"
BLAAASH!
A very visible bolt of flame passed dangerously close to Nagato's hood, leaving the smell of burning air in its wake and continuing until the projectile it carried burnt out high above Namimori.
"Finally found you, bastard," Masako Sawada growled as she casually tossed a baseball up and down with one hand.
"Hrm? Oh, yes. Of course. Got a few Flame signatures, Lightning, Cloud, Rain, Storm primaries... Though I traced some secondaries in there... Good job."
"All in a days work, ne?" Nagato said wistfully, with a nice little grin on his face, "this is pretty nice, actually."
"Now you can go back to flirting with middle shoolers."
"...Well it WAS a nice day," Nagato grumbled before hanging up the phone. "Now to get the heck o-"
BLAAASH!
A very visible bolt of flame passed dangerously close to Nagato's hood, leaving the smell of burning air in its wake and continuing until the projectile it carried burnt out high above Namimori.
"Finally found you, bastard," Masako Sawada growled as she casually tossed a baseball up and down with one hand.
Probably.
Maybe later. I'm still in class.
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