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Mitru
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 Super San - THE SLEEPY ADVENTURES - 07 The waterfront bled fire into the night sky, a wound of orange and black against Tokyo's steel horizon. Bureau agents huddled behind rusted shipping containers, their return fire swallowed by the Mori Syndicate's energy cannon, an experimental horror of coiled copper and violet plasma that screamed each time it discharged. The air tasted of ozone and burning rubber. Men screamed. Concrete shattered into shrapnel.
She descended like a comet wrapped in white, her bodysuit catching the inferno's light and throwing it back tenfold. The red circle on her chest pulsed with each breath, a heartbeat of crimson against the chaos. Her landing cratered the dock's surface, those long white boots,knee-high, heel clicking against warped steel, finding purchase where nothing should have remained solid. Her toes curled inside them, nails pressing against the reinforced material, sensing the instability beneath.
"Mori Syndicate! Your reign of terror ends now!"
Her voice carried. Not shouted, projected, resonant, the kind of authority that made trained killers hesitate. The cannon's crew swung their weapon toward her, gears grinding, capacitors whining to full charge.
The cannon fired... She didn't dodge. She simply wasn't there anymore, not at that scale. Her eyes closed. Her body became luminous, cells multiplying, expanding, reconfiguring according to will and ancient Bureau science. The beam passed through empty air where her head had been, dissolving a crane behind her into molten slag.
The transformation completed in less than a heartbeat, yet time seemed to stretch around her, consciousness expanding to match her frame, proprioception recalibrating to account for mass that could crush city blocks. The docks screamed. Wooden pilings splintered. Water displaced in tsunamis that rocked moored freighters against their moorings.
She looked down. From this vantage, the Syndicate's cannon resembled a toy, a child's crude drawing of destruction. Her right foot,bare now, the boot's molecular structure absorbed into her transformation, hovered above it. She could see individual gangsters scattering like insects, their mouths open in screams she felt more than heard.
The ball of her foot, wide and powerful, descended. The impact registered as earthquake on seismographs across the prefecture. Shockwaves rippled through concrete, through flesh, through the very structure of the waterfront. Gangsters flew, literally flew, colliding with shipping containers, with cranes, with the unforgiving bay. Crates disintegrated into kindling. The flames that had consumed three warehouses simply... ceased, starved of oxygen by the pressure blast.Super San - THE SLEEPY ADVENTURES - 07: http://memberslogin.hipcomix.com/gallery3/index.php/Mitru/Super-San/THE-SLEEPY-ADVENTURES-OF-SUPER-SAN?page=2 Read on... ONLY in HIPcomix.com
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