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The moment that Max started to move, the assassin took notice of it.
She pointed her hand at the heiress and cocked her thumb.
Unlike the ones that had been fired earlier, this one was much less powerful. The ground beneath Max exploded a split second before Max was hit in the jaw with enough force to break her bones through her armour.
Lindstrom never saw it coming.
To the much slower assassin and Casimir, it would appear that Ramilia standing stock still in shock. In reality, she has long since burst into action.
She's on top of the assassin before she knows what hit her. A single, near invisible fist slices through the air with surgical precision en route to her prone head, while dozens of Leyline bolts streak in from all directions.
Ramilia could see the expression on her face clearly. There was no mistaking it.
The killer's look was one of absolute confidence, as if to say that it didn't matter if the attack hit her.
Blood, bone, and brain splattered all over. The fist had demolished the vigilante's head with ease. And then one last bomb fell. The only two who could have seen it were the assassin and Mack.
Strangely enough, it didn't hurt Ramilia at all. No, all it did was blast the assassin's headless body into the air.
Was it some kind of failed gambit? It surely must have been. It was a directed explosion. If her intent was to catch the Skybreaker in the attack, she had missed terribly.
In any case, it packed enough force to send its former master flying, blood streaking through the air like some horrid rain. Undoubtedly, there had been tremendous amounts of power behind the attack. After all, it was enough to send her body more than several city blocks away. The assassin glanced off the side of a high-rise, leaving behind a grotesque blood splatter on the building before dropping out of sight.
Ramilia had won with that single punch.
She just killed someone.
To protect Max, yes. It was, is her job to make sure she remains safe.
But she's never had to kill someone to do so.
Her eyes cast upward and she watches the blood trickle to the ground like a rainstorm. Her shaking hand rises into her eyeline, but quickly drops when she sees the blood dripping off it as well.
She looks over at Casimir, her eyes shaking with the realization that she just took someone's life to protect another's. "G-go check...," she says after a moment's struggle to force the words out, but that's all she can say.
His comm goes off, with Xaric at the other end.
'Good job. The broadcast is going out strong.'
The masked guards get back up and open fire with all four elemental powers.
So when he finally saw Ramilla's form disappear and reappear, now with her fist through the bitch's head, he smirked underneath the helmet.
But as he watched the body explode upwards and arc away, the smirk fell away. Where the fuck did the body go?
That was the only thing that bothered Casimir about this, there was a reason for the gore-rainbow that just happened. Had to be.
But that really wasn't important now, was it?
He reappeared inside the dome she'd erected and moved over to her body,nas as he watched he saw her chest rise and fall. She's still breathing, thank god... And her armor's in tact, but she's unconscious so... He kneeled down and worked the helmet off quickly, but what he saw caused him to wince.
The skin on the lower part of her face was bruised, her nose was also and it was bleeding. But most concerning was the fact that her chin didn't look right..
It looked broken. Goddammotherfuckingsonofabitch.
Unable to do anything about it, he just took her in his arms and held her. He was going to kill something before the day was over with.
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