Man On The Moon

XVII

Acheron, her ear close to the door, hears a faint sound, then nods to Kafka. Her voice low and tense, whispers.

Acheron: "There's a struggle in there. We won't get a better cue than this. Let's go in."

Kafka, her eyes narrowing at the sight before her, assesses the situation quickly. Firefly is being held down by a guard from Death of Corporation while Luxia, a mysterious figure named Elio's right hand, stands close by. The tension in the room is palpable. Acheron, stepping forward with a dangerous grace, her eyes fixed on the Death of Corporation guard, speaks up. Her voice low and cold, says.

Acheron: "Let her go. Now."

The guard turns to look at them, seeming almost bored by their arrival. He sneers.

Guard: "Or what? You'll make puppy eyes at me until I do what you say?"

Luxia, seemingly unperturbed by the situation, steps forward, her eyes sharp and calculating as she looks between Kafka and Acheron. Luxia, her tone calm and controlled, says.

Luxia: "Now now, let's not be hasty. There's no need for any trouble. We're just having a little chat with our... friend here."

Firefly, still struggling beneath the guard's iron grip, finally manages to speak. Firefly, her voice filled with anger and fear, snaps.

Firefly: "Let me go! What do you want from me?"

The guard laughs, tightening his grip on her.

Guard: "Now now, no need to get all worked up. We just need to talk, that's all."

Acheron and Kafka exchange a glance, their eyes locking for a moment. They're not buying the guard's words.

Kafka, her voice a dangerous purr, steps closer.

Kafka: "And if she doesn't want to talk?"

The guard, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Kafka, shifts his stance slightly, readying himself for a fight. Luxia, her smile twisting into something almost sinister, steps in front of the guard, her body seeming to block access to Firefly. Luxia, speaking as if they were discussing the weather, says.

Luxia: "Ah, the famous Stellaron Hunters. I've heard so much about you two. You're every bit as beautiful... and as lethal as the rumours suggest."

The guard, obeying Luxia's command, releases Firefly and quickly moves towards Kafka and Acheron with a furious speed. His movements are swift and calculated, clearly trained for combat. Luxia, her eyes never leaving Kafka and Acheron, simply stands back and watches, her smile still playing on her lips. Kafka dodges the first few attacks with fluidity and grace, her body weaving out of the guard's range just in time. As the guard continues his assault, she retaliates with a strike of her own, catching him off-guard with her speed and power. Acheron, meanwhile, has taken a different approach. Instead of dodging, she meets the guard's attacks head-on, parrying each blow with a series of lightning-fast movements. Her counterattacks are precise and brutal, her hands and feet moving like a blur of motion. Kafka and Acheron, working in perfect coordination, use their combined power and unleash their ultimate skills simultaneously. A blast of Electro and Quantum energy erupts from Acheron, crackling with power. At the same time, Kafka moves with a speed that's almost a blur, her hands and feet connecting with the guard's body in a series of devastating strikes.

Luxia, taken by surprise by the sudden onslaught, is left momentarily stunned, unable to counter the attack. The guard, caught in the full force of the ultimate skills, is sent flying across the room, crashing into the wall with a loud thud. He slumps to the floor, unconscious. Seeing the guard's state, Luxia's smile fades slightly, and she steps back, assessing the situation. The attack from Luxia comes quickly and forcefully, catching both Kafka and Acheron off-guard. They tumble to the floor, their bodies sore from the sudden impact. As they struggle to get back on their feet, both Kafka and Acheron look up at Luxia, their eyes still narrowed in anger despite their current predicament. Kafka, her voice a low growl, speaks up.