And now, DA and Snafu are nice and even again!
Buttercup shrieked, instinctively drawing her leg up toward her torso as she yanked the invading metal from her calf muscle. The gash was deep and her leg gushed fresh red. Her incisors bit into her lip as she sucked in a courageous breath, ignoring the searing pain now shooting up her side. Whirling around, she saw what awaited her and the psychotic esper standing beneath it. She counted seven storeys, perhaps eight. That much steel at that speed would shred her, she knew. She bit harder, unaware that she was about to draw blood from her lip as well. Fury overwhelmed her. That girl would not quit. Buttercup's hand lit up, clutching the bloodstained shard of steel within it. With an enraged shout, she flung it right back.
Blood smirked and without a second thought, she commanded her invisible force and swatted the wayward metal - it was coming in too low anyway - and watched it tumble out of sight. Preparing to fling the whole towertop in reply, she looked back up at her distant nemesis. A flash of green made her smirk disappear and her flushed cheeks fade. Deflecting and commanding solid steel wasn't too tough. Blocking a supersonic streak of green Powerpuff energy?
She was still working on that.
The air fled her lungs as Buttercup's thin shot of light tore right through Blood's stomach and tore out her back from just beneath the left side of her ribcage. Her legs, already wobbly, gave out completely. She soundlessly flopped and crumpled, her head striking the cold floor and leaving her fading vision staring up at the floating towertop. Her fingers twitched, the numbness in her midsection spreading. She didn't realise right away that her power had faded. Then the towertop dropped. It smashed into the remnant of the tower upon which Blood lay, the gutted and weakened structure no match for the sudden impact. Steel crumpled like crepe paper and as it fell, a plume of debris erupted as the last innards of the skyscraper came bursting out from within itself. The chaotic, indescribable sound of demolition thundered as the plumes of grey, both pale and dark, billowed into the sky. Then the storm of noise subsided, the tower no longer standing. The clouds of dirt and debris chose to stay a while longer.
Buttercup's shoes touched asphalt with a faint 'clopclop', shielding her eyes from the choking fog of what may or may not have been powdered metal. She winced and shifted weight off her left leg. She could feel the blood beginning to crust up on her skin. She would not enjoy washing that later. The street was strewn with wreckage and through the haze she could see the twisted hulk of the tower. Nothing stood of her previous battlefield. She'd done the city a favour - that tower wouldn't have been salvageable anyway. How many of Townsville's buildings had she brought down now? She'd lost count. At least she didn't send them tumbling while people were inside them. Well... tried not to, anyway. She was convinced it was over. There was no sign of Blood. She'd walked away from her nonsense and answered Blood's immature persistence one last time. She breathed a sigh of relief, promptly coughing from the crap she'd inhaled. Bad lungs, bad leg, oh joy. Something lingered in the back of her head about that strange and obsessed girl who was buried somewhere under that rubble, but she thought little of it. Right now, she had to find where her sisters were and make sure they were safe too. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar clicking sound, followed by the characteristic pitch-up of a weapon's whine. She glanced over her shoulder as Sorceress again appeared, trundling along the smoky street with its multi-barreled guns aimed squarely at her face. They spun up and began to arm, its target in plain sight. Buttercup rolled her eyes.
Then with a flick of her wrist a green flash engulfed Sorceress and the vehicle exploded in a mighty fireball, leaving it smouldering in a twisted wreck. Shaking her head and with a pestered yet satisfied sneer on her face, Buttercup took flight with parting words.
"You really weren't helping."
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