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You’d have to deal with that later, though. You were far more concerned with whatever could’ve caused this much damage. There were more square holes in the walls, floor and ceiling, some of them at an odd angle, but all of them carved into nearly perfect shapes. There were similar gashes carved into the walls and floor. They weren’t nearly as deep, but the fragmented stone from the affected areas looked so sharp that it could probably slice through your finger without much trouble. It looked like a dangerously precise, powerful weapon had been used here.
The squirrel on your shoulder whistled when she saw a desk cleaved in two, the remaining wood through where the attack had passed having been carved into perfectly shaped cubes. You agreed with the sentiment.
<span class="mu-r">“You can say that again.”</span>
The building rumbled slightly, and your passenger tugged at your mask and pointed down the hall where it had come from. You turned and ran in the designated direction, all the while keeping an eye out for threats, civilians or anything that even looked remotely unusual.
<span class="mu-r">“I really wish you could tell me what it was that I was running towards. Are you a big fan of charades, by any chance?”</span>
The squirrel didn’t even dignify that with a response. You supposed that was fair.
The further you went into the building, the more extensive the damage to its structure became. A few times, you ran into a survivor or two, telling them to stay put until you could get a better idea of what was going on.
Several minutes later, you finally reached a spacious room that looked like it had taken the brunt of this mysterious weapon’s wrath. Various cube-shaped grooves were carved into the walls, floor and ceiling, and deep gashes radiated heat, looking to have been freshly formed. And that’s when you saw the being responsible for that damage.
Her hairstyle was vaguely similar to Anastasia's. It was blonde, shaved at the sides, and it ended in a slightly wide ponytail that didn't even come close to matching your girlfriend's in length. More notably, she sported a collection of piercings on her face and ears that made you wonder whether they weighed her head down at all. She wore bulky armor that was far too bulky for her, and it radiated light that was several shades too bright. That’s when you noticed the sharp, angular nature of her armor and weapons. They seemed to be made of the pixels that made up the Pixel Punks that were wreaking havoc all over the city. Unlike her armor, which was rapidly transitioning between shades of gold, bronze and teal, the long, dangerous looking sword that she held in her hands seemed to be pulsating with violet and white light.
Her eyes shone golden, and she was admittedly attractive in a punk, alt-girl sort of way. But any fair features she might’ve had before were definitely ruined by the murderous glare that she was currently directing at the other woman in the room.
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