>>5378846Surging forwards with the intent to break bone, the woman doesn’t seem to realize the danger she’s in. If she wants to be stupid, that’s on her when you break that arm all over again.
As you’re rushing towards her, the woman presses a button on the handle of that odd box of hers, and, on instant, something rushes out of it, latching itself onto her wrists as she lets the box drop to the ground.
Spreading across her body is a bright blue crystal that looks exactly like Julia’s. The crystal on one of her arms shifts and thickens, gathering into a sharp point that resembles a rapier, but the rest of it continues to move down and across her limbs like wildfire until it encases everything but her face.
You’re close enough that she can’t take a proper stab at you. However, you can hardly stop yourself as you’re barreling towards her with all the momentum of a freight train, and your punch– a punch that had only carried enough strength to hurt a normal human at best– is stopped dead in its tracks, only for the woman to shove you off of her with a strength you’ve only seen in mutants.
Your body’s thrown backwards, skidding across the ground until you finally manage to roll into a crouch.
Getting back onto your feet, your mind is left reeling, because just when and how did FutureLabs come up with this kind of technology? The sheer similarity to Julia’s own crystals is enough of an answer for you, and you realize that you really don’t want to know.
“Like what you see?” Harpy grins, clearly relishing in your confusion– a confusion that’s quickly becoming overshadowed by a cold, cold rage. “It’s merely a prototype, but we’d have many, many more of them if not for you guys taking Number One away from us.”
At the mention of Julia’s laboratory codename, a volley of spikes are sent her way. With a speed and agility that would put quite a few mutants to shame, the harpy woman dodges the attack, the majority of the spikes ‘clnk-clnking’ against her suit.
You’d think one of them would take out her eye with the way Julia’s aiming so brutally at the woman, but it doesn’t. Instead, one spike ends up slashing harpy-woman’s cheek enough to have rivulets of blood running down her face– blood that matches the bright-painted color of her lips.
>(1/3) 