Infuriatingly, before Maverick could land a solid hit, she froze. Her every muscle strained against the green field, and it cracked and arced violently, but held steady.
"Not lasers, particle beams. Completely different process. Not that I really need it, as you can see. Intimidation, mostly." Oh, fuck you."So. Perhaps you'd like to rethink your strategy?"Maverick worked her jaw muscles, feeling the field crack and pop. Her gleaming skin shot away into shimmering crystal, refracting light even more strongly than the metal and letting her drop down into a crouch. She sharply heard the sound of car tires shrieking away, and her heart dropped. For a moment, her opponent seemed to go silent and still, before two new suits appeared out of thin air--teleportation, maybe--and locked onto her position. Her main adversary lifted up higher, preparing to zip off.
”Oh, like hell am I getting left behind!” Maverick yelled and lunged forward, embedding diamond-tipped fingers into the ankles of his boots and somehow finding a good enough hold. She’d never in her life gone so fast down city streets, and screamed the whole ride, finally stopping and losing her grip. She switched over to rubber before the landing, and flopped down hard against the asphalt.
”Ughhhh…fuck man, I’m gonna be sick…” She found her feet again and stumbled toward the car, but before she could interfere two impossible forces cracked into her side and sent her through what had to be an entire building. She found herself embedded in a concrete wall facing a massive hole, two of those robots looming overhead, combat-ready.
She couldn’t see that tin asshole anywhere, which meant the metal was back on.
”You stupid toy fuckers. That the best you got?”
Spider Pickle
