⌛ ❝ battle royale. ❞
@ccxarin
The Inventor had no hard feelings against the magical mongrel. If her identity was compromised, she had to eliminate the source at all cost. It was not in her nature to attack anyone as she was more the kind of entity that preferred to stay locked up in her workshop or some laboratory – she used to trick others by feeding them with lies and making them look like fools. Now, it was not the case. On the contrary, the magical girl that ‘she’ had tailed had knowledge that could destroy her new life. There was nothing more precious to the card than her freedom.
Transformed, on top of the roof of a building around three blocks away from her target, the white-haired card was observing the latter’s every move. Her goggle was not for show as one of its purposes is to be a scope. “Target at 2 o’clock…” She lifted a heavy object similar to a rocket launcher and an early modern grenade rifle and carried out her mission. She sighed as she shot a little orb at the magical girl’s – more like civilian her – direction. It was in no hard feelings, but, to survive, one must forget anything that could get in the way even honor. If the Inventor had to survive, she would gladly sucker punch anyone.
It seemed that the orb landed right where it was supposed to. The substance that it held began to leak and thick fog clouded the area (a radius of twenty kilometers, which is about the same distance her powers can cover). The card had learned that from a previous encounter with another card who hindered the sight of its foe in order to take the upper hand in battle. It was clever and she remembered it. Thus, it was why she elaborated a formula to create fog using the natural humidity in the area. She sighed before she let the comfort of the roof to attack her opponent, a formidable foe at that who survived when others perished.
She landed quietly in the fog. Her goggle adjusted itself to the new surroundings for her to see. If she was anything near her former self, she would have made her presence known by asking her enemy if she knew the difference between fog and mist, but she was no longer the trickster the world used to know. Instead, she restrained herself and remained quiet. She swiftly moved behind her opponent while taking what seemed like a pistol that came out from her leg.
“We meet again,” she whispered before shooting – rather or not she touched her target needed to be confirmed. It was with no hard feelings that she was going to end her foe in the brick of night.
