[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2WuC7Eu.png[/img][/center][hr]A hand running across his thick moustache, the bounty hunter pressed a hefty thumb from his other hand into the socket of his skull shaped belt buckle, a light flashing. [color=d3d2cd]“Alright, girlie, we gonna do this the easy way or the fun way? I don’t got all day.”[/color] Koriand’r didn’t recognize him, but his size and skin tone were well beyond the vast diversity she’d seen in this corner of the planet. She could tell that he was just as much as an alien to this place as her at a glance.

“Hey buddy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” the uniformed local backed off half a step from the bounty hunter and the fallen food stand, clearly rattled, before drawing a handheld piece of iron and aiming it at the interloper. “Spread ‘em, fuckface!”

Koriand’r broke out in a sweat, baffled that he would choose violence so quickly. [color=faee04]“Por favor, lower your weapon!”[/color] Despite her words of caution, she herself stepped back, not wanting to be in the path of danger.

[color=d3d2cd]“Power trippin’ putzes on all worlds huh?”[/color] He rolled his red eyes before grabbing at a short staff tipped with a hook. He tapped a finger to his cheek. [color=d3d2cd]“You got something on your face. Hold on: let me get that for you.”[/color] His words turned sinister as she grinned, pointing the hook towards the man’s face. With the flick of his thumb, the hook shot off. There was a spurt of red blood, the man’s head scattered about, the hook continuing on before landing on the hood of a vehicle, digging into the metal. [color=d3d2cd]“The name’s Lobo! Get it through your fraggin’ skulls!”[/color] The onlookers had taken steady caution when weapons were drawn, but now there was a full on panic. Screams rang out as those nearby scattered in search of safety.

As Lobo pulled his hook back, dragging the car with it a short ways before it dislodged, Koriand’r’s eyes were stuck on the fresh corpse. Just moments ago she feared him, and now he was gone. Koriand’r wasn’t estranged from violence. She’d had fellows in war take the hit for her and meet their end. They were mourned, but they had died for a fight that was still not over. Koriand’r couldn’t linger on them forever, even as the scenes chased through her mind in the night before she found rest. But this man wasn’t a soldier. He shouldn’t have been embroiled in this intergalactic conflict at all. He was a civilian, endangered because of her. Though they were not in her royal domain, the responsibility of a would be ruler still weighed heavy on Koriand’r’s shoulders, its burden overpowered by the righteous fury burning in her heart and in her hands.

[color=d3d2cd]“Alright, where were we? Uh-”[/color] Lobo’s word was cut in two as Koriand’r fist, blazing with green flame, knocked right into his jaw. Lifting up from the ground, he flew back, crashing into a small errant piece of painted metal, the yellow bending and breaking under his bulk, water raging out in a torrent. Wiping at his mouth, he snarled, [color=d3d2cd]“Raggin’ fraggin’- that hurt! You made me bite my tongue! [i]Keezy fem[/i]!”[/color] Koriand’r raised her foot, slamming the heel on the dull metal handheld device he’d held earlier to track her movements. It shattered. She took a fighting stance, eyes and hands ablaze. Lobo’s eyes flashed, his teeth bared like a beast. [color=d3d2cd]“I had to put down a deposit for that!”[/color]

Boots pushing against the ground, he charged like a Gordanian tank. Koriand’r stuck true, floating just off the ground and planting both her heels into his face, energy blasting off her hands to push her off the air in lieu of the ground. Koriand’r might have felt the impact in her knees (much like she had struck a tank), but Lobo buckled, falling to a kneeling position, stars floating about his eyes. Koriand’r shot her fists out, unleashing a rapid flurry. He shook his head and stood like nothing was happening, the fists merely lapping against him like waves to a shore. He swiped an arm out, but she had flown overhead, the strike going wide. Completing her leap, she landed behind him hands first, buckling down before launching herself back up, one leg going straight into his back. Lobo took one step forward, then pushed both of his shoulder blades back. Bending her knees, she struck one more time. There was a sickening ‘crack’. Lobo righted himself, rolling his shoulders as Korinad’r hopped back to her feet. [color=d3d2cd]“Aw yeah, that’s the stuff.”[/color] Koriand’r froze as Lobo raised his arm and swung it down. Normally, the strike possessing no martial training whatsoever would have been trivial to dodge, but Koriand’r had been stunned at the realization that her strongest blows accomplished nothing more than chiropractic therapy. She crumpled to the ground in a heap, limbs bent in odd directions. Lobo raised his foot, but Koriand’r slipped away in a moment of hesitation, rolling to her feet and flying out of arm’s reach.

Hiding his grimace (poorly), Lobo reasoned, [color=d3d2cd]“Hey, I’m supposed to take you alive. I’m not gonna break you! Much.”[/color] Thoughts racing, she weighed her options. The tracking device was shattered, Lobo landlocked and nearly invulnerable, the immediate area evacuated. She had no plan, but she knew there had to be opportunity, if she could find it. Green tracing behind her, she flew off. [color=d3d2cd]“Oh come [b]on[/b]!”[/color]

Streaking across the cityscape, a mass of blurred colors flying by, she slowed her pace, trying to focus as she scanned for anything she could use for an advantage. She knew that at some point in her path she might come across the ocean. Tamaranians needed much less oxygen than some other races, and could even traverse the vacuum of space for a period of time. A protracted underwater fight might render him unconscious.

The hopeful thought was dashed when she heard the revving of a chronium engine. Korinad’r looked over her shoulder to see a red eyed skull encroaching on her, the headpiece to an open spacecraft, Lobo mounted in its seat, holding onto the handles with a vile smirk on his face. The primary purpose of chromium in powering vehicles was interplanetary transport, the minimal size of the craft making traversal even easier. If Lobo could fly through the vacuum of space on that craft, then Koriand’r’s plan was shot before it had even started. [color=d3d2cd]“You could at least banter more! That’s half the fun!”[/color] Kori made him eat a starbolt for his trouble.

Continuing her volley, the spacecraft continued to get closer and closer, Lobo meeting every bolt on the chin. Aiming to disable the engine, she was shocked to see Lobo lower his elevation, taking the starbolt in the forearm instead. She shot a few more, watching as he either dodged or blocked them himself. He realized her target, his face going darker than she’d seen it yet. [color=d3d2cd]“If you touch the bike, we’re gonna have [b]problems[/b]. You don’t want [b]problems[/b], do ya?”[/color]

[color=faee04]“You are already quite enough of a problema as it is!”[/color]

[color=d3d2cd]“...Aw, you can do better than that.”[/color] Aiming his hook her way, she kept to an erratic flight path. The hook came, Koriand’r dodging it handily and grabbing the chain once it reached the apex of its flight. Lobo tried to reel it in while Koriand’r banked suddenly, looping around a rooftop construct: a cylinder on stilts with a cone shaped cap. Lobo’s bike jerked, the torque of the chain being pulled nearly sending him off. He and Koriand’r kept a grip on the weapon, but rather than disarm or dismount him, it was neither of the two of them that broke first. The metal construct began to cave in, before cracking and bursting, water spilling out of the tower. The chain going free as it sliced through, Korinad’r sped along only to lose grip, hurtling end over end before slamming into the concrete wall of a building, plummeting to the ground where she met the surface. She started to get to her feet as Lobo’s craft hovered down, the massive man stepping off to loom over her.

Kori muttered in her frustration, [color=faee04]“Why do the people of this planet build to contain their water when there is an entire ocean so close by?”[/color] Lobo paused, thinking on it for half a moment before giving a lazy shrug. Aiming his hook at her, her eyes scanned the area, desperately seeking a way out even as her heart collapsed in surrender at this seemingly indomitable foe.

[color=d3d2cd]“You broke my tracker so this is gonna be a pain in the zazz.[/color] [sub][b]*badup badup*[/b][/sub] [color=d3d2cd]And I still got 6 more Tamaranians, 3 Glxians,[/color] [sub][b]*badup badup*[/b][/sub] [color=d3d2cd]and one pissed off Jovian to take care of. So,[/color] [b]*badup badup*[/b] [color=d3d2cd]are you gonna be good, or-”[/color] Lobo was launched sideways, a mass of bone, muscle, and fur slamming into him. Koriand’r blinked at the out of place beast and his dark green fur and horns propped up on thin legs with cloven hooves, only for her eyes to widen further as it shrunk down, taking Tamarinoid form of one on this planet, excluding the continued green pigmentation. The boy shook his head, regaining himself while Lobo stood, snarling. He looked to Koriand’r. [color=abd876]“You’re not secretly evil and planning to take over Earth or anything, right?”[/color]

[color=faee04]“Ummmm, noooo?[/color]

[color=abd876]“Infested with a disease? Being followed by a planet eater? Hosting magic parasites?”[/color]

[color=faee04]“I most certainly hope not!”[/color]

[color=abd876]“Okay, good.”[/color]