Heh. Prepare for the rushed, horribly written battle scene that probably has tons of plot holes, as usual. Whatevs it was fun! I'll try to do these a little faster, which should be easier now that I don't have that battle scene hanging over me...:P BTWs if te need a refresher, all parts are in my favorites!
A loud thunk came from the back of the bioship, and three small shapes tumbled to the floor. Brushing themselves off, the kids got up, and walked to the front, legs wobbly from having been cramped in the same position for hours straight. Luckily, the Leaguers had left the cameras on, and they crowded around the screens, which projected the battlefield from different angles. Flames licked at the ground, smoke hung in the air, and a blonde woman with a variety of pistole on her persona stood across from the League, Nix at the front. It took considerable zooming in before they saw her gun fire, the bullet stream through the air in the direction of Nix’s chest.
A scream escaped Lily’s lips, and she burst through the glass front window, hurling towards the scene at lightning speed. Time seemed to stand still; Lily blurred across the ground, the bullet sailed towards the firecaster, and she knew it was too late. She began to skid to a stop, a hundred o so feet away from the cluster of people as the projectile hit Nix square in the chest, toppling to the ground the only person the kids had left.
Lily couldn’t sposta at first; she stood, paralyzed. Chandler and Annabelle had come out of the bioship and were sprinting towards her. The League hadn’t seen them yet. They were focused on the fallen hero. The enemy stood, triumphant, a good distance back. Lily’s siblings came up to her, and Lily was broken from her trance.
“Is she...dead?” Annabelle asked.
Lily shrugged, blinking back tears. She was the oldest, she had to stay strong. But with the thought, which was all too soon becoming a reality, that the successivo closest thing to a mother that she had was laying on the ground, in an ever-increasing puddle of blood, was making her break down.
    Chandler was the only one out of the three who wasn’t on the verge of tears. No, he was far from sadness. The anger bubbled and broiled inside of him, and he narrowed his eyes, glaring at Nix’s killer. Finally, the rage boiled over. With a growl that would’ve made even Superboy proud, he lunged forward, whipping out his sword and hitting the woman in a flying tackle. A normal person would’ve ended up flat on the ground, if from nothing but sheer surprise, but she was no normal person. In the instant that he made contact, one swipe of her arm was all it took to land him sprawling on the ground.
    “Cute,” she chuckled, looking at the boys reddening face. “You have your mother’s looks, but your father’s anger.”    
    “How do te know my father?” Chandler accused, propping himself up.
    The woman smirked. “I have my ways.” She eyed Chandler’s sword, which he had raised and was manipulating to extend further and further forward.
    “You also have his little tricks, I see.” The metal had stretched close to her now, and she took the blade between her thumb and forefinger and snapped it in half. The outrage glinted in the boy’s blue eyes, and he sprung to his feet, pulling the sword into his hands using his magnetism. He clenched his fists, and the metal melted back together.
    “You’ll pay for what te did to my parents!” He growled, and sprung inoltrare, avanti again. Lily and Annabelle followed suit, Lily taking to the sky and Annabelle drawing her coltello as she ran. They hit her at the same time, Lily from above, Annabelle from behind, and Chandler straight on, and their adversary deflected them all.
    “Oh, it’s on now!” Annabelle grunted, plunging her coltello into the woman’s chest; she momentarily doubled over in pain. Chandler saw this opportunity to slice at her with his sword, but she straightened and knocked him aside before he had the chance to do any damage.
    “Three against one!” Chandler said, getting into ready position. “So basically, you’re dead!”
She chuckled, and teleported successivo to him, pulling his chin up with one hand so that they were eye to eye. “You might want to reconsider,” she purred, and fired her gun.
    Lily screamed, and accelerated, trying to knock the bullet aside, but Chandler had already melted the metal and watched triumphantly as the chrome colored liquid dripped to the ground. Lily quickly changed course, barreling into the woman at lightning speed and making her fall backward. Annabelle pounced on her, holding the coltello at her throat.
    “Now who needs to reconsider?”
The woman laughed, and disappeared; the kids looked up, shocked, to find her standing triumphantly a few feet away. “Dammit,” Chandler muttered, and Annabelle flung her coltello in the woman’s direction. Their opponent quickly dodged, and countered with a stream of bullets. The kids quickly jumped out of the way, and advanced on her.
    The battle continued in a similar fashion as it moved across the field and into the streets. As they fought, terrified pedestrians screamed and jumped out of the way. One of the woman’s bullets hit the tavolo where an elderly couple were sitting and having a late-night coffee; they climbed to their feet and the woman angrily waved her cane at the fighters, as the bullet whizzed through the cafe window. Gradually they moved into a silent section of town, completely empty except for a few buildings, one of which was reduced to rubble. As they fought, Annabelle made a quick note of her surroundings, the forest to one side, the ruined building, the bloodstains on the ground. She shuddered at those, but she didn’t have a moment to lose, their opponent had teleported to the superiore, in alto of one of the buildings. Annabelle rushed inoltrare, avanti and began scaling it; Lily and Chandler took off into the air, grabbing Annabelle’s hand and flying her to the top.
    They landed on the roof and faced their adversary, sizing her up. Her red eyes glinted dangerously in the night, her hair was singed and blood-streaked, her face smeared with dirt and hardened with revenge. The woman reached into her cintura and pulled out a bomb and a remote--probably the detonator--and tossed the bomb on the ground between them. Chandler narrowed his eyes, and the blonde woman smirked, punching the detonator. As the building shook, Lily and Chandler leapt into the air, grabbing onto Annabelle’s hand as the woman teleported onto the successivo building. Lily shot forward, and Chandler pushed to catch up, not noticing Annabelle’s loosening grip on his arm.
“Chandler!” the nine-year-old screamed, digging her nails into the boy’s skin in an effort to hold on, but Chandler didn’t notice. “Slow down!” she shrieked, but it was too late. Annabelle let out a piercing scream as her hand slipped off of his. Her eyes widened as the ground came closer and closer; she wasn’t going to make it, she knew; she tried to scream, but her voice was ripped away from her da the wind, as the ground got still closer, she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to twist so her back was to the ground, even though she knew it wouldn’t work. She braced herself for the impact.
But it never came. She landed on something soft, cushioned; and she was flooded with relief. Well, until she opened her eyes, and realized that she had, literally, fallen right into a trap. The woman’s gun was drawn in an instant as she flipped over, slamming Annabelle to the ground. She grinned over the nine-year-old, who gritted her teeth, and smashed her legs upward, knocking the woman to the ground and springing to her feet in a double flip. She dusted herself off.
“Nice move, sis.”
Annabelle was beaming, but it wasn’t over yet. The woman pushed herself to her feet, and, with a round of bullets, teleported to the superiore, in alto of the successivo building. Lily grabbed onto Annabelle, and the kids shot up to the top. The rooftop battle continued, the children pursuing their adversary from building to building, trying to make contact while the woman teleported away each time. Finally, they reached the last, tallest building, towering high above the ground. They slowed to a stop; the woman advanced on them before they could do anything, and they were upon her, grappling and stabbing while she flung and knocked them around. “We gotta do something!” Chandler yelled, and the three locked eyes, and knew exactly what to do. In a diviso, spalato second, Chandler had turned the strip of metal running across the superiore, in alto into a sort of conveyor belt, whirring at superiore, in alto speed. He and Annabelle jumped on it, sprinting towards the edge of the building while Lily ran successivo to them and their adversary behind them. All too soon, they came to the edge, but in the same instant, Lily grabbed onto Annabelle’s arm and the three lifted into the air. The woman, who was only moments behind them, couldn’t slow herself in time, and with a bloodcurdling scream, careened over the edge.
    Seconds later, they heard a sickening crunch, and, breathless, landed successivo to her. She lay in a pool of blood, and was somehow still alive, although the life was fading from her fast. The kids stood triumphantly over her, as her red eyes began to glass over.
    “Did we...?” Lily asked. Annabelle shrugged, but Chandler bent over the woman, the anger painted on his face.
    “You! You’re a horrible, horrible villain who deserves to die!” he growled.
The woman smirked, even as her breathing slowed. She spoke, her voice faint and raspy.
    “Horrible villain, eh?” Her eyes began to close, and as the last of her life was sucked out of her, she delivered her final punch. “Why don’t te ask my friends--your friends--about that?”
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