Ch 01

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An island…
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    Plasma bullets, modified to give off cold energy rather than heat, tear into my chest, rending my flesh, as water and ice blasts slam into me, weakening me severely.  I lash out with my swords, fighting for my life with every breath I take.  But they come at me relentlessly.  I send spirals of flame in all directions, incinerating soldiers, planes, and traitors by the horde, but still they come.

    Why?  Why are they so damn stubborn?  Why do they resist the inevitable?

    Why the hell can’t they let a girl have her fun in peace?

    Bah.  No matter.  It’s almost over anyway.  One way or another I’ll destroy them all.

    A water-type Pokégirl summons an attack that drops a waterspout on me.  The healing flames that I surrounded myself with disperse, forcing me to shrink down from my giant size to make a speedier retreat. 

    It had been so glorious.  The destruction, the flames, ah, what bliss.  I had thought it would last forever.

    Foolish me.  It seems that the little runt Sexebi was right.  My arrogance did finally catch up with me. 

    I let out a massive wave of flame that knocked several water-dropping helicopters out of the sky, but the distraction cost me, and several martial artists that had been participating in this battle took this brief instant to strike me with their weapons.  Blunt instruments and blades strike me, tearing at my scales.  In a rage, I grow to my largest size and scoop up a handful of them, cramming them into my mouth and chewing them up roughly.  Blood gushes down my face as I devour them, and I savor the fearful screams of the soldiers around.

    Then one of the accursed ice-wielding traitors threw a massive blade of ice that cut off one of my hands. 

    The pain is more from the shock that it actually happened than the actual wound.  But pain it is, a searing, icy cold pain that shoots all the way up my arm as my hand and scimitar fall to the ground.  I clutch the bleeding stump where my hand used to be with my lower arms and turn to run, to try and plan a new scheme of attack, but the attacks from the traitors who allowed themselves to be tamed, as well as the constant barrage from soldiers and vehicles is starting to take it’s toll.

    Then the airship attacked.

    I lost all sense of gravity as the massive beam struck me, sending me flying through the air.  Vertigo overtook me as I spiraled ungracefully over the battlefield, my limbs and tail flailing in all directions.  I landed roughly against a mountainside, and I felt something in by head and back crack as I landed, creating a cloud of rubble from the impact of my giant body.

    Seemingly the central hub for my attackers, it simply loomed above the battlefield, just out of range of my flames.  But as I watched, a massive cannon was retracted into its hull, perhaps to recharge and prepare for another shot, the ship moving towards my new location.

    As I lay there, still in my giant form, I stare at the creatures approaching me, apprehension in their eyes.  Green-uniformed soldiers and blue-uniformed terrorists, rivals who put aside their differences just to take care of me, along with various traitors, including a few that I recognized as my lieutenants, approach me cautiously, perhaps seeing if I had any more fight left in me.

    I closed my eyes and took stock of my injuries.  I tried moving, but I could no longer feel my tail, and my arms felt numb.  From the pain in my chest, I was probably bleeding internally.  I was helpless.

    But still, I could feel the power inside me.

    I could still incinerate them.  But I couldn’t get all of them.  And I couldn’t get away in time to avoid that damn airship.

    I began to laugh.  It took the bastards seven hours, but it looked like they were going to defeat me.

    The little bitty humans and a bunch of traitors do what even the lunatic Generals could not.

    Fuck that.

    I may go out, but I’m going out MY WAY. 

    I smile at them, defiant to the last, and summon all my power to bear, building the heat up inside me.  Wincing in agony, but not making a sound other than my laughter, I applaud slowly with my middle arms. 

    “Bravo children,” I said to them, “You have done well.  But if I must die this day, then so will all of you.”

    The power inside me had come to a head.  I laughed at them all…

    …And released every last bit of my power at them.

    The last thing I saw before I was burned away by the flames of my explosion was the horror on their faces…