"Archie? Who is...aaaaah!"
Voyager squeaked in delight when she saw the sugar glider poke his nose out. "He is so cute! I am glad he is so helpful too!"
Hovering over to the ledge to survey the battlefield, the alien girl was about to ask what kind of creature Archie was before she got a face-full of rainwater from the sudden shift in the weather. Hoping that her outfit was weatherproofed, Voyager was brought back to the seriousness of the fight and scoured the ground for targets.
It didn't take long to find either as a convoy rolled around the corner, evidently drawn by the sight of their helicopters getting blown out of the sky. As Voyager charged up some PsiBlasts, noting with slight interest the steam rising from her Psionicly charged hands, she saw the stubby looking truck escorted by regular and chrome-plated soldiers come to a halt in view of her and Hound Dog. Squinting through the now pouring rain, she spotted the box on the back of the truck lift up to reveal a missile launcher, turned to aim right at the rooftop they were occupying.
"Oh no you do not!" Voyager called out, springing into action and flying right at the launcher, taking out a pair of soldiers with a concussive blast each and staggering most of the others. The soldiers flew into a panic at the sight of her approaching form as one of the chrome-plated soldiers swung around a machine gun to rake the air with automatic fire."Aaagh!"
Voyager cried out as something painfully hot sliced across her outstretched arm, grazing her before she could throw up her PsiBarriers. Adopting the same strategy she did with the helicopter, albeit with less punching through, she kept going at full speed and careened right into the chrome soldier, sending him careening through a glass bus stop. Voyager winced as her arm twinged in pain, gripping it tightly where the bullet grazed her. She was having no trouble with her Psionics so she was pretty sure she wasn't seriously injured, but boy did that hurt. Voyager didn't have too long to think about that though as the other chrome-plated soldier had clambered up the side to duel with her.
"Well well, the alien that took out the Gargoyle," the soldier taunted, rolling his shoulders menacingly. "I heard you were a special breed of mutie, but I didn't think you'd be this ugly
." There was a click as the latch on his helmet disengaged and he removed it, revealing his long blonde hair and dark colored eyes filled with murderous intent as he mockingly held out his helmet. "Here, you sure you don't want to be the one wearing this, mutie?""That is just rude,"
Voyager said indignantly, raising her fists in preparation for a fight. "And my name is Voyager, thank you very much."
"Is that what they call you? Not bad, I'll admit," the soldier mused, pitching the helmet over his shoulder as an indicator on his wrist went off. Lowering into a battle stance, he swung his fists up as, in a blaze of heat and light, the devices on his wrists ejected three-bladed claws, burning red-hot despite the driving rain. "My friends call me Razorburn.""Oh boy..."
"Nice, isn't it? Well, enough with the pleasantries then," Razorburn declared before lunging at the alien super-heroine. "We're having calamari for dinner!"
Voyager threw up her Psibarriers with a yelp as the claws collided against it in a blinding shower of sparks and heated metal. Feeling the attack subside, Voyager brought her arms down and prepared to weather another attack, but it never came. She opened her eyes and saw, with some amusement, Razorburn staring forlornly at his now deformed and useless claws that had shredded themselves trying to pierce her Psibarriers.
"I uh...may not have thought this through..." he mumbled dejectedly, looking up just in time for a two-handed Psiblast to hit him right in the chest. The blast knocked the remains of the claws off his arms and sent him sailing down a subway entrance, trailing smoke behind him."If it means anything, I like the name!"
Voyager shouted after her enemy, lifting off into the air to deal with the missile launcher. The rest of the soldiers scattered as a precise PsiBeam cut through the launcher, cooking off the missiles and exploding in a brief but bright fireball as Voyager lifted back towards the rooftop with the archer.”Tend to your friend,”
the archer suddenly said, tossing Voyager a small package from her pocket. ”He’s been hit in the shoulder. Use that to treat the wound.""You got it arrow lady!"
Voyager declared, catching the pack easily before looking to see where Hound Dog went off to."We’ll need to start taking out more of these mechs that are attacking the city,”
the archer went on, finally turning to look at her ”Can you and your friend do that once he’s patched up?”"Nothing we cannot handle. It is not the first time we have dealt with big robots from these guys,"
she said with a knowing grin.”The name’s Fletch, by the way. Nice meeting you. Oh… and thank you.”"Always happy to help,"
the alien said proudly. "And I am Voyager, nice to meet you too!"
Waving happily as Fletch descended from the building, Voyager turned in midair and made her way to the fight with Hound Dog.@Mercinus3