Saturday has made a minor tactical error, to wit, she'd fucking fucked up the fucking turnings and gotten herself cornered in a stairwell. A mob of aggro'd drones is pouring through the emergency door, she's half a flight up instead of down, and behind her is one of the electrically locked doors. And she can't hulk-smash through those bulkheads; it was one of the first things she'd tried.
The inevitable happens and one of the drones clips her as she dodges another; it off-balances her and a third manages to grab her shoulder with fingers full of thumbtacks. She skewers it, but a fourth has gotten behind her, and she can feel the tide of the battle turning -
Which is when she hears an almighty roar. Machine at first, then human - a deep bass boom that she feels right in her bones. The drones shift their attention as one, and Saturday wastes no time vaulting over the rail to the landing below.
And that's where she sees it. There is a dude in a biggest, badassest, most fucking incredibly tricked-out battlesuit she's ever seen. And they are laying into a mob of drones, left and right, gun in one hand and in the other he has...
She squints.
A chainsaw sword?
It's a chainsaw and it's a sword. It's a chainsaw sword. And it's the most amazing thing Saturday's ever seen. The battlesuited warrior is wielding it like it weighs no more than a dagger, cutting through drone after drone as they throw themselves against the armor and slide off like bugs on a windshield. It's magnificent, and Saturday is a little bit in love.
If Loken happens to look over, he sees Saturday crouched on the stair railing, arrested mid-parkour with her mouth slightly open, staring like she just saw the God-Emperor take the field.
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The inevitable happens and one of the drones clips her as she dodges another; it off-balances her and a third manages to grab her shoulder with fingers full of thumbtacks. She skewers it, but a fourth has gotten behind her, and she can feel the tide of the battle turning -
Which is when she hears an almighty roar. Machine at first, then human - a deep bass boom that she feels right in her bones. The drones shift their attention as one, and Saturday wastes no time vaulting over the rail to the landing below.
And that's where she sees it. There is a dude in a biggest, badassest, most fucking incredibly tricked-out battlesuit she's ever seen. And they are laying into a mob of drones, left and right, gun in one hand and in the other he has...
She squints.
A chainsaw sword?
It's a chainsaw and it's a sword. It's a chainsaw sword. And it's the most amazing thing Saturday's ever seen. The battlesuited warrior is wielding it like it weighs no more than a dagger, cutting through drone after drone as they throw themselves against the armor and slide off like bugs on a windshield. It's magnificent, and Saturday is a little bit in love.
If Loken happens to look over, he sees Saturday crouched on the stair railing, arrested mid-parkour with her mouth slightly open, staring like she just saw the God-Emperor take the field.