Sector D [Operation Moon Massacre]

As she mentioned the prospect of a magnificent battle only a few sectors away from this one, it would seem as though her mind had already left the building to look forward to the high-octane combat that could be found there. She turned, and began walking toward the nearest door that seemed to head that way, relying on her sheer sense of battle to guide her for she had no idea about the layout of this facility. As such, the other Vanguard member's gracelessness went by in disregard. To be honest, Kimiyo didn't know his name, despite the fact that she probably should have. If it weren't for the promise of challenge, perhaps she would commit herself to a proper introduction and acquaintanceship, but alas...

Her fingernails dug into the fleshy palms of her hands, pinching her skin, but not quite piercing it. Adrenaline pumped through the veins throughout her whole body, and Kimiyo had just barely enough self-control in order to contain the shaking caused by it. That same aura from before... even though she looked merely human, merely a young unarmed woman... there was a power that rose from her core, causing that reality to be subverted by the essence of her battle spirit. Her skin turned black like shadows, her hair whipping up into an unholy fire, and crimson light streaming from her eyes. This illusion was an image that was no longer even close to what Kimiyo was before, but that was the truth of the rancor residing deep within the woman.

Then, like a bad joke, an animated skeleton done up in weekend casuals would emerge from the shadows off the door Kimiyo was approaching, hands stuffed in the pockets of his clothes. Kimiyo stopped slowly, her crimson hues training on the vacuous holes that were supposed to be his eye sockets. A tired old voice came from the person, quickly identifying himself as an invader. It was surprising to Kimiyo to hear those words when she couldn't detect any bit of hostility from the thing, whether it be a lack of aggression or simply his 'unique' make-up. But it was precisely that reason that she frowned...

The black-haired beauty would bring her hands up to her neck, pitching her head roughly to the side to crack her bones, while pale white ivory emerged from all surfaces around them all. This skeleton, which had seemed to appear hear to stop them from continuing on towards the main threat against the Vanguard in Sector A, despite his disinterest in the matter. Ah, that explains it, Kimiyo thought to herself. If he was only here on a job and not any desire to fight, then that would mean he had not spirit of battle to sense. This man... lacked passion at all!

Unflinching as the colossal bone fragments encircled them and trapped them in the now unrecognizable Sector D, Kimiyo would snake her fingers underneath the strings that held her Vanguard coat to her body, undoing them with a single tug. In one fluid motion she swung the article of clothing around in front of her and tossed it away to the side, before punching her fist against her own palm strongly enough to produce a shockwave of kinetic force. The invisible blast truly... rattled his bones. Though, Kimiyo had the human dignity to not utter such a thing aloud.

''The way I see it, this matter will be resolved simply. If you think you can hold back a femme fatale such as myself, then you will give me the challenge I desire... But if you are weak, then I will merely step over your body and find a true opponent.'' There was no subtlety, no complexity, no dishonesty to Kimiyo's intent. She strode forth confidently, scarlet wisps of energy escaping from between the fingers of her clenched fists. Every step she took seemed to create cracks and deformations in the metal below her boots; audible snaps could be heard, and steam would rise from the print afterwards. Her right arm would rise up to the level of her neck, telegraphing the attack she was about to make, while her face darkened to something... sinister.

''Show me a good time, ya creep~'' she cooed, before punching out in the empty air several meters away from the skeleton man. Physical contact was unnecessary: Kimiyo released the Chi she had compressed into the empty space within her fist, and it would explode outward in the form of an overpowered beam. Her energies carved out a valley in the ground before her, racing towards him at the speed of a lightning bolt. It would swath him and the bony wall behind him in destructive light, with enough power to disintegrate them on the spot. The beam's width was easily larger than the man, and the hole created in the wall could fit a truck through if anyone wanted to. And assuredly, this pure destructive power was much simpler and easier to achieve than his ability to create such stupid fortifications.

As she smiled wide and beared her sharp teeth, one had to wonder who the real monster here was.