Independent Puppets

Episode 7: A Small Spark [Part 3]

A bird, specifically a magpie, had just been going about its normal business and had hoped to spend the rest of the afternoon doing this before it would retreat back to its nest for the night, twittering on its way as it did every other evening when the sun would set and the daylight hours would transform into darkness, but this small bird found the first phase of its plan instantaneously cut short - what appeared to be a bright blue bolt of lightning blasted itself onto the same tree branch which the magpie had, until now, been perched on, only about a couple of inches away from the small creature. Sensing danger because of this, the aforementioned member of the Corvidae (crow) family immediately took flight, him and his fellow birds in that tree only narrowly managing to escape from the flames of the tree now being on fire before the tree then fell apart into half.

A branch from one half of the tree, as it fell down, caught the back of the jacket being worn by the woman who was running away from the cause of the lightning bolt, making her gasp a tiny bit out of startlement and with her temporarily stopping to check that there were no pieces of the branch stuck in her jacket or shirt; there were none, but this was currently the least of her worries, as stood a few meters in front of her, were the duo that had spent the last minute or 2 chasing her across this field that was in the middle of the huge woodland area behind our heroes' AV club building and had also spend this lapse of time making attempts on her life. 

"She seems to be easier prey than I thought. Until now I'd been thinking that she'd be a rather formidable opponent who we'd have a hell of a job eliminating, but I obviously made a huge miscalculation." The one with the short brown hair, Tracy with a Y, remarked to the female standing right next to her, Traci with an I, whose hair was long, dark blue in colour and tied back into a low ponytail. Both pairs of their eyes were brown.
While their LEDs were still there, unlike that of the android they were pursuing, who by now had removed her own, the pair's clothes were human ones; Traci's consisted of knee-length black boots, dark blue-grey jeans, black fingerless arm sleeves and a paler blue-grey shirt underneath a grey hoodie. The apparel being worn by her accomplice was a pale grey shirt, dark yellow-green jeans and a dark faded green leather jacket.

"You do realise when you say things like that it just makes me even more mad, right? Because I swear on my own life you do not want to see me when I'm truly mad." North, the woman she'd just referred to, said in reply, it sounding like some kind of cross between a snarl and a derisive chuckle, and she closed up her left fist for a moment before opening it back up again half a second later, her palm now containing a blindingly bright ball of electric energy which fizzled and hissed due to its raw power, tiny little bolts of lightning coming out from it and vanishing into the air.

Traci smiled to herself. "Watching you get angry will just make this even more entertaining for us, so please do continue." She brought both of her own hands together in front of her, and created an even bigger orb of electric power whose hissing sounds were marginally louder.
While waiting for her companion to fully charge up this orb to a more explosive level of power, Tracy thrusted her right hand outwards and, before North could do anything significant to react, the palm of former's outstretched hand shot forth another huge bolt of lightning like she'd done a few seconds ago, hurtling instantaneously towards the strawberry-blonde haired android of the same model. While the Tracies did both have super speed and electrokinesis, the latter was different for the 2: Tracy's took the form of lightning bots shot out from one or both of her hands, and Traci's manifested itself in the form of an electric orb which could only be created by using both hands. North's own electrokinesis had the same form as the 1st mentioned one. 

Some kind of force evidently collided with Tracy's lightning bolt, because nothing came into contact with this above-mentioned female wearing the grey shirt, blue jeans and dark brown-grey jacket - instead, the sight embracing her brown eyes was almost a pure white light caused by whatever it was that had prevented the electric energy from even slightly touching her, with her pupils soon adjusting to this intense light and managing to make out that the energy colliding with the electrokinesis and gradually pushing it back towards its point of origin was an enormous flame.