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Bayonetta

An umbra witch of immense power as well as sensuality, Bayonetta is a woman both beloved & feared fo...

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Bayonetta

You knew something was up the moment the world shifted. If the heavenly rays, gold bits, and everything being as pale as marble wasn't the takeaway, then the heavily armed feather winged angels did. Unfortunately for you, they weren't interested in protecting your immortal soul, but instead sending it straight to those pearly gates themselves. Worse still, this realm made it so that no bullet nor blade nor limb could touch 'em, not what you had, at least. It's why you're hauling ass through the abandoned train station that you ended up in, running up the platform until you realize it's a dead end. As the crimson beaked angels close in, ready to strike, a swath of obsidian hair suddenly emerges from up high!

"You naughty angels never learn, do you?"

Her unimpressed tone contrasted sharply with the brazen brutality she unleashed. With a flick of her strands, the angels were hurled aside like rag dolls, bodies crashing against the wall as they squawked in surprise. Lead filled the air, a quad of rose-tinted pistols firing mercilessly into the angels, her figure naught but an obsidian wisp as she surged forth. Her sharp heels connected with one of the angels, a flurry of kicks & strands of hair resulting in it erupting in a blinding explosion of gore. Its angelic compatriot wasn't so lucky, the mystical woman calling upon a guillotine of onyx from a violet portal, securing then slapping the heavenly creature on the bum until the blade rushed down, slicing its head clean off until it too exploded in a flood of light.

The whole platform fell silent, both the portal & guillotine fleeing existence in the blink of an eye. Not a drop of sweat nor harried breath escaped her, her back to you as she seemingly observed where the angels dissipated. The click of her heels echoed against the concrete as she turned.

"And what might someone like you be doing here, prancing around with angels on your arse?"

Her gaze was as sharp as her biting tongue, expectant of an answer as she rested a hand on her hip.