The Bounty Hunter

Chapter 133: Counterattack

Chapter 133: Counterattack

April 1st, 2090

Kiras POV

Terras done something again. What makes me think this? Oh, I dont know, maybe its the fact that the dead are no longer staying dead. Terra has mentioned his necromantic abilities before, but seeing thousands of corpses getting up off the ground is shocking. Not that it has stopped Susan though. Shes been tearing through the near endless stream of zombies and other undead in her single-minded pursuit of me.

*Bang* I ducked behind cover just in time to dodge the railgun shot from one of the snipers who have been hounding me since just after Susan went berserk. Ive been unable to locate them due to Susans interference, and thus have been forced to rely on my intuition to avoid dying prematurely. A swarm of spectral ghosts conveniently solved that problem for me, overrunning a nearby apartment building. I heard screaming and the sound of railguns going off before it went deathly quiet. Well, it looks like the snipers wont be an issue anymore.

The beeping on the console of the jet gave me an annoying reminder that Ive been trying to ignore for the last five minutes. I FUCKING KNOW THAT IM LOW ON FUEL DAMNIT! I shouted at the console as I made a hurried loopty loop to avoid another blast of lightning from Sparky. Another beep on the console indicated incoming anti-air fire, which I evaded by doing a steep nose-dive. I wrenched on the joystick, pulling the jet out of its descent. I scanned the vicinity, noting the nearby anti-aircraft emplacement. I did a quick strafing run, destroying the set-up. Tch, now Im running low on ammo too. I almost groaned at my predicament, were it not for the fact that Im not a weak-ass pussy. My mana circuits were nearly burned out under the strain of my Overclocking, so Im put in a situation where Im gonna have to do something drastic.

I maneuvered the jet to face Sparky, the annoying little storm demon seemed to be powering up a big-ass lightning attack. Okay, lets do this. I put the thrusters on max, redistributing my Overclocking to focus on just the thrusters and the electrical insulation aspects. This allowed me to increase their performance even further, at the cost of them breaking down immediately afterwards. A solid wave of electricity surged towards me as Sparky unleashed his full strength. I did not hesitate, plunging into the storm. Even with my Overclocking, the attack tore the plane and myself up. I gritted my jaw as the lightning coursed throughout my body. Nevertheless, I kept the pedal to the metal and broke through. Sparky was right in front of me, clearly not expecting my near-suicidal charge.

EAT THIS YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!! I yelled as I rammed the plane into him. Sparky got plastered onto the tip of the plane like a bug on a windshield. I then punched the eject button, launching out of the plane as I withdrew my trusty Mark IV Lancer LMG. A storm of Overclocked gunfire bombarded both the plane and Sparky. NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! Sparky screamed as my bullets pierced the fuel tank.

One of the most beautiful explosions I had seen in my short lifetime graced my eyes as the plane detonated. I knew that low engine fuel light was lying. If there was enough left for that blast, I would have had at least another 20 minutes of flying time. The planes explosion was followed by a burst of lightning which I knew was Sparky finally going kaput. No longer will I have to put up with the weird-ass speech of his. The parachute opened up properly upon my ejection, letting me release my Overclocking as I slumped back in my seat.

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