Jet
Uncultured
Annie Toussaint / John Octane
Raging about the sound of battle hid John Octane's grim laugh, one accompanied by a sick visage of victory that bloomed with the attack's apparent success. "A perfect strikeout" he exhales with a jutting arm, index and middle extending from his fist. "Game set, and game match" adds John, raising hand to sky and then down like an axe, punctuating the "fight", as if it'd been one to begin with. It'd taken under ten seconds for the girl to lose the battle. To call it a fight would be disrespectful. It'd been a slaughter, but it had been a fast one at least. "Should've chose a different path girl" spits the man, conceited.
"The life of a hero is not meant for one so weak" he continues, turning from Annie, ready to move on to the next victim, but something stops him halfway. "What?" he asks incredulous, for through the rising smoke and falling haze the vague glow of Annie's blue shield edges through. What this meant for octane.... He didn't understand.... It was impossible for a student to withstand his attack... How could it be?
"Game set, and game match" echoes the girl as the dust falls away, revealing her tattered form hunkered behind a remnant of the shield. A section from the original covering her immediate front while the rest of the dome had faltered. The difference being reinforcement, for through the small section ran lines of red L4 meshed like steel through concrete, the origin point the palm of her left hand. Meanwhile, her two feet and right hand remained planted on the ground, and they hadn't been idle.
"You impudent little bitch!"
"You impudent big dumb bitch"
"That was just the first inning! You've seen nothing yet" rages the man, reaching into his vest for more ammunition.
"Ive seen enough you explosive moron" replies Annie, confidence rising with the coalescing of her constructs under the ground. She could do this, her fear was there but it was mixed with instinct and resolve. If she was going to die... No, when she did die, she would go out with a bang. She'd take the fight to this bastard even if it meant flaming out and perishing. Toussaint knew she wasn't much of a fighter but that didn't mean she couldn't go out like one.
"Can't stand? The fear crushing you, girl?"
"Not fear" comes the coy reply as a gigantic construct rises from the ground, one of great detail and size, a green level two neon dragon head emerging from the earth, snout to the sky, it's Jaws collapsing around Octane, trapping him inside like a fly in a venus trap.
"Pointless" he yells, flinging fresh explosives at the bottom jaw, trying to bust through only to impact a secondary layer of white level one, freshly sprung just in time to intercept the blasts, protecting the neon beast and filling the inside of the construct with choking smoke in an ironic twist.
A gutteral yell on her lips the girl stands from the ground exerting maximum effort through her left leg and it's attached corde, finishing the sphere of blue level three that would surround the dragon head, further trapping Octane, only thing needed was a little more time and the fight would be hers to lose.
"Well played girl but this is far from over" chokes the villain from within, flinging more explosives at the dragon only to be blocked by more quick build level one walls, filling the interior of the dragon's head with more smoke and debris, and the exchange didn't end there. With every few seconds Octane threw more explosives and with each one Annie spawned interceptors, saving her dragon trap, and for the first time the girl felt assurance that winning was possible.
"Of all the enemies I chose... I had to pick the most annoying among you, just my luck" chokes the villain through the smoke as he lowers his arms to his hips, bending over and caughing towards the ground.
"Tired already? I thought that was just the first inning?" taunts the girl with a smirk, voice shaking with adrenaline as her final build came together with the rise of two blue sphere halves meeting above the dragon's snout, trapping the contained villain within not only one, but two constructs.
Taxed, Annie bends over, and then falls to a knee from exertion. She'd done more in a few moments then ever before and was fried. Despite her abilities not being physical they still took a toll, and beyond that the original explosion had rattled her already. To make matters worse her adrenaline hurt as much as it helped, Annie didn't know how to channel such a thing. In such a state any continuation would be a serious problem but with two layers of strong constructs it would be enough to win, it had to be.
"Tired after the first you said... Funny because I'm still in my warm ups" spits Octane from within his prison, popping the metal rings from his wrists, holding them out on display for the girl to see.
"The denser the material, the greater the explosion. My quirk turns static inorganic molecules into radically charged particals. The more molecules, the more is converted, and that means - -
"More power" finishes Annie, sinking.
"Astute of you, and yes, more power. So far I've been using rocks. Dense yes, but nothing close to these" he continues, tossing then catching the weighty metal object before finishing his monologue.
"Lead is one of the most compact metals on earth girl, doubling the mass of the rocks I've been using. When I said your display was pointless I meant it literally. You should've listened and played dead.... THREE TWO CLOSER, PERFECT PITCH, GAME WINNER" yells the villain, winding up and unleashing the lead ring. In response, Annie brings up a level one wall on the interior of her builds as she'd done before to protect the dragon's maw, and the wall does indeed intercept the attack, but what it cannot stop is the explosion that follows, one that punches a hole straight through the level one wall, the level two dragon and the level three orb. Not satisfied the shockwave continues towards Annie who can do little but raise another level one wall to defend herself.
As expected the counter fails, the wall shatters like a toothpick and Annie is hit by the wave of charged air, flying back through the collapsed tunnel and into a wall. Rigid at first she stands with her back against the tunnel, but such a stance is just show and within a few seconds she slides down to her knees, falling forward into the dirt.
Alive but in a Haze Toussaint puts hands to the ground, struggling against gravity with what little strength remains, trying to stand and face her opponent, but what troubles the girl most, more than the pain of potential fractures and cuts, more than the ringing of her ears, more than the panic in her heart, is the echoing laughter of a closing Octane.
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