An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Her name is Alpha-4

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = [... ...]

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''Sloppy..''

''Slow...''

''Laughable...''

Where some of the words that could be heard between each cold, sharp filtered breath and the thunderous echoes of steel colliding rapidly with one another in a violent dance that two individuals shared under the light of the nascent sun, filling out and disturbing the solemn emptiness that was so proper of the ruined village they were standing on.

One large and bulky in midnight clad, its form almost draining the air and clarity around him like a void in reality. The other small and slim, golden hair glowing with an ethereal hue under the daylight.

The girl moved to the right, then sidestepped to the opposite side almost by reflex, face creasing with sweat as she avoided the potent gust of air coming out from a shock wave from the air in-front of her was literally punch into her direction.

But that was not what worried her in the slightest as she rose her blade, her fingers masterfully changing their grip of her sword into a reverse grip before they swung sideways, clashing loudly and violently against her opponents weapon. Sparks spilling out from their metallic forms as if they were trying to emulate a starry night in broad daylight when the two collided.

Muscles tensing and aching in silent protest as the motion of the blow and the kinetic force they dragged where dumped into those small arms, but it was not them who failed the girl...as the ground her feet had sunk in gave in, making her loose her footing and before another blink could be taken, she was already sent flying...

But if one thought she would land on the roughly on the ground, or be swatted on the side of a wall like a mosquito they would be for a rude surprise as she landed over the surface of a house, twisting her body in mid fly and using the brief change in gravity and the small form of her body to throw herself back into the fray like a bullet, destroying the building in the process as if it was made of wet paper.

Her body wrapped around in both crimson and violet streams of power, both reflecting her past and her future like a beautiful maelstrom of destruction. Turning her frail body into a miniature star that the world had given birth in the most humbles of places.

A deed that spoke of masterfully repetition and constant practice...as-well as the enough mental fortitude to pull through in such short spam of time. One born through the acrid and bitter taste of pain and failure in her own flesh.

He could see her eyes, he could sense the way her blade started to cut through the air before it even started to do so, searing and cutting through particles like a hot knife through butter. The image of her smile already in his mind before she even reached him while her mind remained steady and tranquil like a pool of water, not allowing any kind of emotions, gleeful or not to disturb the balance she had built...

And all of it, all of that effort for a mere deception. To hide away the other five following strikes that were about to STRUCK him from every direction.

Using her own power-boost as she plunged towards him, soaring through the air like a comet to draw his attention away, hiding the threads of energy she had redirected to the sides in an attempt to hammer down everything she got.

The air shuddered in anticipation of what would happen next.

She had become a sword that could not break. A blade that could not miss.