Her Masterpiece (Ruan Mei X F.OC)

Trampler

(I know this is a fact of being a voice actor, being able to switch your voice so much and such... aka Caelus and his Voice actor Caleb always whiplash me... but getting Ruan Mei's VA doing this even if the video is 3 month old now... Just killed me. Welp this is playing on loop now)

(On another point, I told you Nihl will be part of storylines but a bit differently as well 2.2 has finished, no 2.3 yet and in this story Belobog is still being mentioned when Stelle comes up. I'll remind you that I will be inventing events to fill the gaps for those not half-canon parts so don't really be mad I keep battering there space station XD... But for Luofu I have a nice story line planned~)

(In the mean time I wrote a oneshot book for the HSR ladies you can request things on and in which I accidentally made a lovely new oc.)

(Just sharing)

The space station really could use like... Some aeons blessing or something... Because this is getting laughable even for Nihl herself, Miss. No-emotions here.

Her weird meeting with her creator was interrupted by a less then polite Trampler blasting its way through the walls like an old kids cartoon character called cool aids man or something? She doesn't remember.

Not only that, the blast force had sent a shock wave through the lunchroom, throwing the table in between them across the room along with chairs, food and the people, Nihl landing on her back but up in a crouch with a hand on the ground the next.

"Must you always interrupt?" Her empty eyes gazed at the legion's goons that the fragmentum once again spat out.

Many other, Baryons and Reavers emerging too, the evacuation alarm sounding off soon enough, the light flickering a panicked red in the room.

(I might retcon her having swords and only have a staff as she rarely uses them) Nihl grabbed the staff, letting it deploy as she snapped it ahead.

"I told Herta to buy a new station." She said with the dull annoyance she could feel, Pulling her hand back, electricity crackling into the staff, creating a spear head before she javelin-ed it through the air, catching two Baryons on it before it impacted the wall hard. 

(Oh... p.s. I can't find the chapter where because Wattpad's being a bitch and won't load but a reader told me Ruan Mei's instrument is a ruan and it is overly hilarious to me.)

Launching into a sprint between the legion's members, lightning sparking off her skin as she did to pull out the spear and whip it around, sending the bodies of the Baryon's clattering on the ground only to clash it with the blade of a Reaver to block its swipe from above.

With a kick to its side, putting distance between them with a jump backwards.

Unless through walls, there is only one exit out of this room for anyone.

And where people are going... So will they.

With a circular swipe from the ground to the ceiling, sending a blast of purply-pink careening through the air, slicing the rushing Reaver before it got to the scientists amassing at the door that a security guard was prying open... Stupid lock down protocols.

"You!" Calling out to the other few guards that have been taking their breaks too. "Deal with the Baryons and Reavers, I'll go for the Trampler."

Not waiting for a yes or a no response from the frazzled people, this is where the lack of feelings came in handy, in moments they'd be a weakness, in moments where logic triumphs.

Rushing forth, but the Reaver that swung a bladed uppercut at her only got their arm swiped off to the side in a twirl as they were no longer her goal.

Lifting her arms to the left, over her shoulder, tightly holding the staff before whipping it out, cracking the protection around the core of the Baryon that got in her way, batting it's disintegrating body shattering against a wall, leaving an indent.

Screeching to a halt as her boots left black rubber marks on the ground, the almost spectral looking arrows of the trampler hitting the ground in front of her, just hairs from where she stopped.

Hmm... Having a baseball bat is not that bad of a weapon it seems, whipping her staff in a home-run worthy swing/smack again, hitting the last of the volley of arrows, sending it back at the Trampler, the arrow cracking the armor-like body they had, staggering it.

In a few large steps, closing the distance enough to switch to a halberd head on the staff to strike down with and shatter one of its front horse-like legs but she knew it would still be as deadly as before just maybe slower.

And she was correct, seeing it swivel its body, and despite having only one front leg, kicking both of its hind ones up in a powerful kick sending her against the counter across the room, marble caving in and crumbling under her body.

grabbing the counter with one hand before her knees could hit the ground, stabbing the spear in the ground and using both arms to push herself up standing while having a well earned coughing fit.

"You were always my least favorite creatures in the galaxy." Making the staff a spear again and pulling it out of the ground. "Even the swarm was born out of an aeon's loneliness, you serve no purpose." Pink crackling through her glowing eyes. 

Once again javelin-ing it through the room but the lighting crackled from in, popping, feeling like static making the hair stand out.

It reared up on its hind legs in pain, pink energy seeping through its body, pink cracks forming and spreading as jolts and arcs sparks between parts of its jittering body as it tried to pull at its bow again, its own type of energy attack sparking alive.

Not enough to fully take it out since the charge would wear off and since it is not currently dead, it won't be by the time that happens.

Leaving only sparks, running to cross the room as the volley came down, side stepping most of the arrow and choosing to let one slice through her side as it wouldn't be deep and dodging it would me getting herself in a worse position.

Ducking the attempted smack with the bow before screeching to a halt enough to not run into the wall and also put a leg up on it before pushing up off it.

With a spin, kicking her heels into the back of the Trampler's head, not only jerking it forwards but sending a discharge of energy through it, probably frying the central nervous system as she is not holding back on it.

It did get a grab in on her leg and throw her away, hitting the body of someone standing just at the wrong place with hers. Tho as she pushed up in a one kneed kneel, Nihl stayed like that, the Trampler's arms reaching jerkily in the sky moments before it fell apart in little pieces and disintegrated like antimatter legion soldiers tended to do.

A deep breath of a well earned sigh as she stood up, not really able to care enough to help the guy that was knocked over by her flung body to stand up as she watched the guards take down the last of the Reavers.

Walking over to the staff and picking it up, folding it up and putting it away on her person.

Looking around the room, much would need replacing.

Looking down at the shattered bowl of ice cream she barely got the start... 

Truly... 

This would be the biggest waste out of everything here.