Planned Attack! Doubt That You're Ready! Visell V. Delphine Pt.4

Visell sets out for her vengeance.
Meanwhile, back in Sector 12, Delphine paces back and forward, pondering every angle, every vantage point trying to get as many people as possible that can to face Visell. Setting traps, blockades, lookouts, packing the hideout with every gangster and pawn she can manage. And then as sundown comes she sits there confidently waiting for Visell. One hour goes by then two. Three-four patiently waiting. It's now evening time and people are waiting and stumbling around. Delphine looks up bored at the broken skyline falling asleep. She doses of and drifts into the early morning. He guards and mercenaries packing up and leaving. Delphine puzzled and pondering. [No one at her house, no one coming from any direction. No challenge. She became too uneasy by the prospect of Visell being all bark and no blade. She had goons sweep the perimeter and the premises all day. They eventually gave up - checking every nook, cranny in and around the building, Delphine is perplexed. She feels like she's overthinking something but is distracted by the bright sunny day and all the beautiful mercenary ladies strolling past.
As the day rolls to a close. She relaxes, drinks, taps some ass, plans some heist in coordination with other groups. After a long day of work, looking out at the rustling wind and tasks a quick nap when she awakens she adjourns to the 3rd floor for a game of cards. Delphine "What's good people, whos winning and losing?" The group banters together 5 players in total 3 others watching and drinking and Delphine at the far end of the table. Goon#1 says "Damn crazy about that, crazy devil bear bitch thing!" Goon#2 replies "Honestly, I'm glad she didn't show probably just moved away or something, Thank Christ! Did you see, what she did to Gio and Naku? She used that niggasu as a shield and threw a niggasu out of a building!! Pfft, fuck that! Goon#3 replies "Shit, cuz I have a phobia of lightning and honestly, the weather isn't helping. Delphine retorts "Hey, I'm not liking all this cowardice I hear, gentlemen." "I mean ill be honest I was scared as shit, I mean we had nigga out the ass, but you know all bark no bite, whatever whatever." Goon #2 asserts I'm sure you were scared to Dell. They all go silent Goon#4 lets out an elongated "awwww, shiiit!"
Delphine smirks "Oh, me, scared, Oh no, no, no. I'm not afraid of fear any man or woman, and certainly, no girl in a frumpy flannel ugly ass sneakers looking like someone's swoll' ass lesbian daughter!" She springs up and moves around the table. "Where are your balls, my man?" She takes out a revolver from her behind her back, the air grows thick as the other members flinch and wince back at the sight. "You ever heard of Russian Roul'?" A chorus of stifled concern and de-escalation from the surrounding peanut gallery goes unheeded. Goon#2 sits up, Delphine pushes him back down in his chair. "Shhhh, it's okay." She dumps out the bullets and closes the cylinder. You obviously know the rules so I'll start . . . on you. She aims the gun at Goon#2's head. Goon #1 interjects "Hey hey No! CLICK. Goon#2 stares at his hand shaking on the table, panting. The tension slackens and tightens like a rubber band as Delphine aims it at her own head. CLICK! She laughs maniacally at their washed-out expressions. She aims it back at Goon#2 as he whimpers "Please don't . . . I'm sorry . . . Look I got a family and . . ." CLICK! The color leaves his face. Delphine laughs "You sound like that bitch boy, damn, what was his name? Damien Dedelsta?" She jest scratching her chin, with the gun barrel. "Guess this jog my memory. BANG!"/CLICK! Everyone jumps out of their skin. She aim's at #4. CLICK! Then to #1 CLICK! "Come on ya'll just have a little fun. Feeling pretty blue balled is all!"
Goon#4 "Shit! No action, you playing around with guns and It's about to between this storm! Shit, my whole night fucked up! Got my anxiety all . . ." Goon#3 "Damn, son. It ain't that late." Delphine's heart jumps a little. "Wait, Wait, Wait! Say that again!" She points the gun at #4, he raises his hands "Look! Whatever I said I'm sorry . . ." Delphine No! No! What did you just say!? "The storm outside, the gun, My anxiety!?" "Storm outside . . ." She points it at #3 "What time is it (!)" He looks at his phone, "Just past 7!!!" Delphine looks up at the tinted skylight right above them as a big, bright blue blur, stretches across the sky.
CRASH!
In the blink of an eye, a Bolt of lightning violently crashes through the ceiling splitting the table in half sending splinters and debris everywhere! The shrill boom of shattering of glass blisters their ears! Goons and Bystanders fall back and stumble from the blinding grandeur! BLINK! A hooded figure appears out of the flare of light, strands of static from their fingertips, striking at all the metal around.
The hood flips back and a rush of hair falls outward and thickens. As the bright light scorns their eyes by lightning and they tumble over out of their chairs; SHORT-CIRCUIT! The figure throws their hands down, and Talons of electricity, rip and tear through flesh and fabric, disintegrating furniture, clothes, body parts, hair, and cards alike, catching the room on fire. Delphine flies out of the room and slamming against the wall denting the wood, still clutching her pistol. She gets up and stumbles down the hallway. Visell leaps over the fire in the doorway. She slowly stands up straight recovering her stance. With an elegant flip of her hair, she eye glance over to meet her prey, she smoothly pivots and starts trudging down the hall with a mission! A disseminative pep in her step. Delphine leans against the wall and looks back to see Visell, the red of the little devil's eyes fixed squarely on her as she reaches for her sword, slowly speeding up her walk. Delphine sneers, aims back, and fires! BANG!
Visell cuts the bullet clean in half, just how her uncle taught her, with one smooth motion. The 2 halves beautifully part and strike 2 goons behind her that turned the corner at just the wrong time. Five Goons come down Delphine way to cover her. PULSE. One of the five goons wields an automatic weapon. He fires, Visell dodges the spread and magnetizes the gun up towards the ceiling still firing, the force breaks his balance! BRRAT! The two thugs closest to him are shot by stray fire. They topple over filed with holes. The other two, charge at her. She blocks the first strike with her scabbard. Then jabs him in the throat with her sword, blood jets out his neck. he falls over. The second goes for a stab, she swats the blade into the wall with her sword and cuts off his arms. He screams in pain! WACK! She jabs him in the face with her scabbard before she stabs him in the gut and ducks behind him, a maelstrom of bullet batter her, protected by her meat shield. The gunner starts to frantically reload. Visells yanks the blade out of the body, and with one smooth quick, electricity shoots out of her blade, a strong sideway slash.
PYLON BLADE! A sustained bolt of lightning follows from her sword to the wall as she swings, blackening the old wallpaper. The gunner yells before it strikes him, the whip of electricity burns a long red scar across his body as he flies back limply. As he rolls to a stop he twitches in pain. Visell retracts her stance and wrangles a lock of hair out of her eyes. With a bloodlust gnashing in the teeth, the need to rip and tear grips her as she sprints down the hall after Delphine. A gust of wind propels her forward. While dashing through the tight, winding corners more damned hallucinations start to flash past her eyes, cutting in and out of reality, distracted. As she spots Delphine stumbling down a hallway a band of three Goons ambushes her from around the corner. She blocks two blows with the scabbard.
One blade slashes her abdomen. Her leg shoots up and storms downward, stomping in on Goon's knee shatters one goon's knee shattering it! She cranes her sword around and stabs the other in the gut they both topple over as blood pools across the floor. Visell twists sharply to shoot a chick to the hand of the goon behind him knocking the sword out of his hand. Her foot thunders down as she curls in a stabbing stance. Before she can thrust, two more Goons charge at Visell going for downward slashes. She magnetizes the blades together and downward onto the floor in an X shape, the Goons stumble from the force still holding there. Her sneakers slam on the intersection of the two blades. SLASH at both their necks and then dashes between them knocking them over, a fountain of crimson paints the walls. The fire is starting to spread faster and faster. A group of Goons pops up ahead of her down the hall. . The one at the front wields a big navy blue weapon with Gizo Accelerators, Visell feels the soft, fuzzy hum of Microwaves. Kravarian weaponry! She grits her teeth in rage. As the weapon begins charging her arm coils back. As she gets closer she spots the shit-eating grin on the goon's face. And with a wide anchoring step! NOREASTER PUNCH! A barrel of twisting wind crashes against them! BOOSH! The gun firs as they are out the window at the end of the hall, Visell narrowly side steps the blinding white bolt off charging energy, scorching the tail of her flannel. Visell props her upper body in exhaustion as she stumbles to the end of the hall, looking out at the big hole in the wall she made. SENSE!
Her eyes dart down the other hall. A Goon walks toward her, his eyes glowing. Readying herself she feels a crushing feeling around her body, her arms squash to her body as it intensifies. Visell strains in pain as she's lifts her in the air. "AHH! Fucking PsychoPHAGE!" EMP! A sustained electromagnetic field forms around her to resist the barrier, allowing her to spread her arms out. She inhales deeply and holds her breath, increasing the pressure more and more. Her barrier starts to wain and her arms retract more and more from the pressure. Her eyes spring open. NOREASTER BLAST! With a sharp exhale a blast of wind knocks the PsychoPhage, flying across the hall smashing the wall. Visell drops to her knees as she hits the ground. The PsychoPhages, grunting in pain, stuck in the wall reaches up to . . . ZZAP! His fingers explode off his hand from a bolt of lightning. Visell knees, two fingers extend from her blade, "No you fucking don't!" She doubles over panting and gasping. Her head pulsing from the visions. [Repress! Repress! Focus on getting these assholes out of the way and finding that bitch!!!] " Clear mind, one goal, as Papa said, she said in a hushed whisper.
Behind her, she sees more goons on her tail. PULSE! Her hands shoot up! She cleaves the metal piping from the ceiling, crashing it down on them, and the upstairs floor with them. She jumps through the hole she made in the s She pants and wipes her senses metal, two gunners behind her. They fire! Her sword deflects 2 shots! 2 bullets hit her as she ducks behind the adjacent wall, One in the leg and shoulder. She hovers her hands over the bullet wounds blood streams out the holes as the bullets are drawn out of her flesh. They flimsily drop out of her flesh with a spatter of blood as she uses GIZO-HEAL to close up the wounds. The gunner close in with suppressing fire, closer. closer. The bullets shred the wall. They creep closer. She stands up, putting pressure on her shoulder wound with her knuckles as steam seeps out of her binding flesh. Visell curls the fingers of her opposing hand. Her hair stands up as streams of static burrow through, her scowl deepens in anticipation as the gunfire gets louder and louder. Throws her scabbard across the doorway. They fire surprised and distracted! She shifts into the open and snaps her finger together creating a blinding, blistering light and thunderous claps. FLASHBANG!
She jumps out, magnetizes her sheathe towards her hand, and runs towards them. Blocking stray shot, she slides on her knees, jettisoning herself with a windblast. Electricity curls around her blade. PYLON BLADE! SWIZZSH! Severing off the gunners' legs, with a clean-burning cur as she slides pasts them then continues running. Turns the corner and bashes a goon in the eye with the edge of the square guard of her sword. Turns and slices him up the back - hip to shoulder and keeps running.
Two more round the corner. She drops her blade; TASER! BOOSH! She punches the closest one, a burst of electricity blast a hole in his face! "Eat it!" She a strike with her scabbard. She twists and opens her sword hand! CURRENT! A blast of lightning, shoots through the goon, knocking him back into the window! She relaxes her stance, her blade, elevates up to her hand and she charges down the hall.
Three more goons burst out of a doorway from the side of the hall right in front of her and rush her. She evades the valley of slashes, her arms limp at the side, strategic footwork as she's backed down the hall. Smalls cuts and scratches start to grow on her body as the goons slash at her clothes- merely nicks."Come on, Faster! Missed, Missed again!" Two more appear. One of them rips their shirt off! Veins of lava course around him and his rock lick hands, his eyes glow a dim orange. Boushie Tha Melta. the other brandishes a big cleaver! Clevvs McLane. Boushie raises his hand for a lava volley! "Can't get a clear shot! Clevvs looms over and says in a thin Russian accent. "Just melt the poor mother fuckers, sacrifices you know?" Boushie grins "Yeah, yeah. In to the oven little turkeys." He licks his lips. Visell guard springs up swatting one sword away, blocks the other with her scabbard, quickly retaliating she raises her forward leg. NOREASTER BLAST! BOOM! The Three spring up into the air. Visell quickly takes a running stance! Electricity curls around her foot! PYLON SCRABBLE! BLAST She darts forward as strings of lightning blast through the three goons! She darts towards Boushie, his grin sinks! DING! Her sword barrels through the thin rocky exterior of his chest! As a blast of lava shoots down the hall "Bluhh!" Lava leaks out his mouth onto her. "Ow! You lava skeeting mother-" Visell starts furiously punching Boushie in the face in her boxing stance! Bam Bam Bam! A large shadow looms over her SWISH! She dodges out the way as a large clever dashes Boushie apart from shoulder to abs! Clevvs snickers. Apologies my friend. Let me just . . ." He pushes the blade all the way through, cleaving Boushie in twain! He heaves the blade over his shoulder and picks his nose. Visell kneeling on the ground raises her hand. PULSE He sword begins to wiggle! Clevvs hammers into the ground. "Niet, Little girl! No time for play! Time for trophies! He begins a volley of slow but power full swings!" Visell dodges with ease! Return Storke! The Electricity burns the tall pale man, but doesn't slow him down! SWISH! The blade slices her hair barely missing her head! She narrowly dodges swing after swing trailing closer to the pool of lava behind her! [Shit! I used up all my Noreaster shots! Can't use electricity! It's gonna be close but!] Her eyes glow purple as she falls on her butt. With the downward slash speeding towards her, she rolls and dodges. The Cleaver splits the floorboards, She swings around and breaks his wrist with her scabbard! He grabs his hand in pain before Visell jabs his heys wing her claws. "AHH! YOU FUCKING KEFFER BITCH! SHIT!" Visell grabs his chin and throws him into the thin pool of lava burrowing through the floor! His screams pepper the halls. Visell lefts herself up. "Come on, Young Samura. You got this!" She goes over to the sword and pulls it out of Boushie. She sheathes it before darting down the hall. Running down the hall, Delphine's sent gets harder to track! "Where the fuck did that bitch go?" Visell stops at intersections trying to catch a sent. The smell of, gunpowder, and blood, mixed with smoke and rawr of the spreading fire below her! As she runs down the hall she sees a figure at the end, arms crossed. "Big Banko, baby!" A burly figure stands with two large Kravarian guns by his side. The 4 stock goons behind him chant "Ban-Ko Boom By Ye!" Big Banko BonBucks and his praised twin Kravaian ScatterBreezes painted with his initials and human skulls tied at the barrels. Banko Raises his hand to stop the chanting! He lifts his guns and readies them with a big grin as ash falls from his Cubano cigar. Visell continues charging forward, the hum of microwaves in her ears. PEW! PEW! A volley of blasts shot down the hallway. Visell turns sharply and jumps out the window! Banko keeps firing for a second and stops. an odd silence fills the air. The goons mutter to themselves then they slowly start to chant! "Ban-Ko Boom By Ye! Ban-Ko Boom By Ye! Ban-Ko Boom By" CRASH! The window crashes inward, "Assalamualaikum Motherfucker!" Banko's head is smashed by two size 10" 1/2 steel tows sneakers! BOOSH!. The goons stand studded and slack-jawed. Visell jumps back off the wall and land on her feet. "Shit! That was mega coconuts!" She springs up, and mutters to herself gritting her teeth; "Keep moving forward!"
Signs, stair hallways, hallways, fire, and more fire. Stopped at a makeshift sign with direct. Fidgeting and scanning the wording. "Storage, storage, storage, North Stairs!" SENSE! Her sword arm rises and sprouts up stiffly. Her blade splits a bullet in half. EVADE! A circular saw blade fly by her head, she dashes behind the wall. Panting, "Ah!" The sting from two other bullets that grazed her side and leg hit her. "Fuck . . ." A big goon twice her size yells "Come out here, Fed-ling slut, and get what you deserve! Fucking up our whole operation! Maybe I should give you a little bit of what Dell gave you ? Make you behave? What do you think boys? Ghozo The Grip. Visell's scowl deepens, she growls and slams her fist on a wall breaking the fine-craved wood. PULSE! She takes a deep breath and holds it. Her fingers curl and her fist clutch, jetting the saw blade from the wall and flinging it down the hall, beheading one of the 2 of 4 other goons creeping down the hall. She jumps out in the confusion. "Oh, Shit! What the fuck!?"
NOREASTER BUST! A burst of wind crashes against the wall sweeping the other two goons down the hall as the big goon stays put with his guard raised. Visell sprints to the side, she kicks a table in the air and jumps up to roundhouse kicks it down the hall. Ghozo drops his guard and catches the table, the force pushes him back. "Ha-Ha!" He says right as he catches it! You gonna have to try harder, hoe!" Visell slides under him, flips her sword around, and repeatedly stabs him in the gut; blood gushing onto her hand with every thrust. Ghozo mouth hangs open in pain, blood fountain falls out his gaping mouth. He drops the table to grab Visell. "You slippery little government cu- SWISH! She shoves her blade up through his skull, smoke starts to brim from his skull. His eyes roll into his head, he grunts and stutters as more blood leaks out of his mouth; His arms go limp."Watch . . . you damn mouth(!)" Visell pulls out her blade from his head, she leaps and somersaults over him. Letting him limply fall on the floor, continuing to sprint down the hall. Flames start to climb and swelter around the building. Visell darts to the staircase at the end of the hall, suddenly fire explodes up from the floor knocking her off balance, flinging her across the hall into a wall! CRACK the boards of the wall split on impact! Burns fester on her leg. Visell sneers, breathing in agony through her "Ignore the pain! Ignore the pain! Just like Momma said Just breathe. Keep moving forward!" She leans against the wall and gritting her teeth as she limps up the stairs. Smoke starts to seep of her legs as her body starts to use Junko Heal. "Where is this bitch!? She must be looking for higher ground." She hobbles up the steps.
An itchy feeling creeps around her neck, now pressure, A lot of pressure! She feels her throat get squeezed, she chokes and gasps as she's dashed from her feet and is hosted up. Visell kicks her feet staring as her throat feels crushed in, dragged upward through the open corridor of the staircase by thin strands of metal. The pull stops and she hangs by a metal pipe on the other end, gasping for air, coughing and hacking, scratching at her neck, her spine strained, taking all her weight. Her squinted eyes zero in on a familiar face on the top floor.