Consequences

[Android 17]

The cyborg dashed forward, his eyes glued to the woman before him as she took a small step back. He found himself just outside the length of his arm when a burst of highly pressurized water struck him in the side of the skull. The impact shattered his momentum, and he staggered to the left just long enough to allow El Lago to drive a short knife through his abdomen.

“I got you,” she whispered before the cyborg jammed a bony elbow into her perfect little mouth. The gangster let out a muffled yelp and lost her grip on the blade. Before she could regain her bearings, Seventeen stomped down onto her right foot with enough force to crush the toes concealed in the thin boots she wore.

“Got you,” the machine-hybrid rasped as he swung forward with both his hands and bashed his adversary right below the throat. The initial impact stunned her, but the sudden discharge of ki was what sent her hurtling backwards like an errant tumbleweed. With El Lago seemingly stunned, Seventeen reached down and yanked out the knife.

He didn’t bother to look at the blood-soaked blade or take not of how shaky his hand had been before dumping the weapon on the ground. He remained focused on the woman rising to her feet inside the bombed-out store. Reaching behind his back, Seventeen drew the Power Sword and threw it like a javelin at El Lago.

Silent, the female gangster rolled to the left as the blade crashed into the ground next to her. With a subtle hand gesture, she sent a wave of water toward her cybernetic adversary.

He could have fallen back, but the cyborg opted to simply throw up his hands and summon another energy field to block him from the aquatic assault. When the water passed over his emerald bulwark, Seventeen dropped it down and looked for El Lago. Unfortunately, the woman was gone, and perhaps more infuriating was…

She took my sword?

With a scowl, Seventeen lifted his hands and started to edge his way toward the ‘entrance’ to the ruined structure. The gangster was going to come for him, and when she did, he wanted to be able to know her approach.

Fortunately for the raven-haired fighter, he didn’t have to wait long before his ki senses detected the subtle movements in his periphery. As he turned in the direction of the surges, Seventeen saw the glimmer of the sword as it came swinging toward the side of his skull.