(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Illocutionary

Isolated fight
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Blasts of gunfire and yells of pain rocked out through the Arctic sea, where the tall fortress of the Siren Omitter loomed on the icy shelves over this sudden battle. Dozens of Kansen surrounded a single figure, who was currently holding tightly onto Murmansk, said Kansen screaming in terror as she was torn from the water's surface like a loose stone.

Adapter's glowing red eyes beheld all the strength behind her prior words, and with little sound or exertion, she hurled Murmansk towards several other Kansen, bulldozing them and sending many flat on their backs or rigging from the flying Kansen.

"Get the hell out of my way!" Adapter sprang off the ocean, steam left in her wake from how heated she quite literally was.

With several standing in her way, she huffed and, instead of coming to a stop, she continued on towards the now worried Kansen. They believed she would stop before coming into contact, as a collision for her would be ill advised with her low weight, like with any other Kansen.

They didn't plan for how much she needed to get to Z73.

She slammed right into poor Quincy, who felt the wind get knocked out of her lungs before Adapter's hands wrapped around her. Like with Murmansk, she was lifted with little effort and thrown into the air, left out of Adapter's way and a screaming woman as she fell back to the surface and out of further harm.

Even as she did the very same to more Kansen, it was obvious she wasn't too keen on delivering too much harm to those in her way, much to their relief with her new found strength. The way she quite literally plowed through everyone she came across was a terrifying thought to have as your actual opponent for a battle.

Though, not all fall so easily...

In her way now stood one of the Azur lane volunteers, Washington, and she knew she wasn't going to be moved as easily as the others. Adapter slid to a stop some meters away from her, Washington unflinchingly staring at her before a smile came to her face.

"Finally decided to stop huh? You done running?"

Adapter didn't respond back, only taking a deep breath before slightly lowering her stance, poised for a genuine fight between them. Washington scoffed as she cannons loaded, each one swiveling to aim at Adapter.

"Well at least you know how to make me excited."

Washington's cannons roared as the shells left the barrel, aimed center mass as to fall into the water just behind Adapter and avoid friendly fire. The distance between the two would leave almost no time to react to the shots, let alone make a proper reactionary response.

Even with that, Adapter almost seemed to know it was coming her way, as she stepped forward just as the shells left the barrel. In a move as fast as the eye could see, Adapter had curled her hand into a fist and shot forward, her hand meeting the shell and crushing it into a steel pancake on impact.

The force cancelled out, and soon, she applied more and sent the flat shell hurtling back towards Washington, slamming into her face and knocking her off her feet from the force of the impact. She wasn't even given the time to fall down before Adapter grabbed her leg and yanked hard, sending the Battleship airborne.

Everyone watched as Adapter leapt up to her mid flight, lined up perfectly to have her knee land right on her jaw, a sickening snap heard from the breaking of it. Before Washington could scream, the same leg extended and wrapped around her head, as Adapter fell with her back to the ground.

As they grew close, she spun and hurled Washington like everyone else, clearing her like it was nothing before moving on to continue making her way through the masses. With the ease and finesse she used to handle Washington, it was to no surprise that many of the Kansen were now fearful of receiving a similar treatment, and many more were simply clearing out of the way.