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>80
This was exactly the opening that you were waiting for. While squirrel lady keeps her busy, you can prepare to give this Pixel Punk the beating of a lifetime!
<span class="mu-r">“Always wanted to try this…”</span>
You muttered, firing a pair of weblines at her chest and pulling yourself towards her. As soon as you were within range, you delivered a right cross and a sweeping kick to her chin. She attempted to retaliate, but you were already pushing off of her to create distance between the two of you.
A split second later, you were reeling yourself back in to unleash a devastating combination. Her counter-attacks were far too slow and sloppy to ever hit you when you were giving her your full attention, and you doubted that she had the time or focus to pull out any of the tricks she had up her sleeve. You never gave her the opportunity.
Another swipe from her massive arm, another miss, and another fresh round of fire-fueled punches. She conjured a short sword in an attempt to skewer you, but you slid down her body to avoid the sharp weapon, grabbed hold of her arm and wrenched it down. There, you webbed her hand and her weapon to her hip, before climbing back up and continuing to pummel her.
You heard a grunt of exertion from the squirrel lady, and after one final sharp tug, the pixelated wings on your enemy’s back were ripped clean off. All three of you started falling after that, but you refused to let it end there.
Using your newfound flight power and a fresh pair of weblines, you yanked her back into the air. The other vigilante had already willingly released her grip and fallen to the ground, so you weren’t worried about her.
But as soon as the Pixel Punk was in front of you again, you flashed her a malicious grin, and your arms <span class="mu-i">blurred</span>.
Over and over again, your punches pounded her hard-light armor, creating cracks and chipping off tiny pixels that fell to the ground below you. Whenever either of you dipped too low to the ground, you repeated the same process of flying back up and reeling her back in, before continuing your onslaught of blazing blows.
Your opponent was being knocked around every which way. So much so that you thought she might’ve been developing motion sickness, as well as a concussion.
Eventually, once you figured that she’d had enough, you reeled her in for one last punch. It was strong enough that it cracked a part of her faceplate, revealing her face beneath all that armor. And before either of you hit the ground, you placed two weblines on either side of her and catapulted yourself down towards her to deliver a power stomp of catastrophic proportions. A wave of debris and pixels shot up as both of you landed, and you waited a minute for the dust to settle before doing anything else.
(Cont.)
