The feel of the breeze on Iras' skin did little to cool down that heat growing from her veins. Her eyes were closed, and she appeared soothed, her lips just barely opened in a meditative sigh.
Yet, the pressure emanating from her was oppressive. The air surrounding was thick and damp. Anyone who got close would freeze in horror, the hair at the back of their neck standing on end.
The sensation would be the same as the prey being hunted by a malicious alpha predator.
The hunt would be over before it even began.
Thankfully for Cana, she was not nearby. There was no way she could win taking on Ira in close quarters; no one would ever take on the impossible.
However, the Bitch was out in the open. This time, Cana was beyond the tall trees of the gardens and sitting along the edge of a small but formidably tall fort. The gardens behind the Manor were refitted to be a training ground, complete with a closed-off gym on the right side, with the fort down the center, used not just for surveillance but for training. Numerous watchtowers and guard forts decorated the island, and this one was remodeled with different pillars for any talented sniper to perch open. The high view and cover were not the only advantages Cana had. Still, the cripple even allowed two of her turret drones to support Cana for this skirmish. If the new sniper rifle was not enough to take Ira down, the drones should the trick.
It was Ira who Cana was against after all.
Who was just standing there!
"Fucking bitch..." Cana hissed out. All this came about because she wanted the last cream cheese, strawberry croissant the Bitch was hoarding. It seemed that every day since a week ago, was there another bag of croissants brought home, and on this day, the Bitch came back with strawberry and cream cheese. That was the best delicious combination, and there was only one more left, so WHY COULDN'T SHE HAVE THAT ONE?!
"You know the rules..." Was what the red-haired whore hiss out with a smug smirk on her face.
Cana growled, her green eyes narrowing into a glare.
She recalled how mocking the tone of the Bitch was, those eyes glittering with amusement as she merely stated, "You have to fight me for it."
So they were fighting battle number 250. Ira was 250 wins to Canas' 0. This time she will take her down, and this time she would finally have something she wanted from the whore.
"That fucking croissant is mine."
With that, she looked down the scope, her finger on the trigger. The Bitch's eyes were closed. She was eerily calm, a little confident smirk on her face. Cana took a deep breath, her heart steadily beating, and everything began falling into place.
This was her home, the feel of the gun in her hands, her eyes taking in everything. Each shift of the grass at Ira's feet, each thick strand of fiery hair. Nothing about her target was lost.
The sky was her domain.
She owned everything within her sight.
She pulled the trigger, seeing the bullet soar at impossible speeds. Steady, piercing, straight for the tiny area between the Bitch's eyes.
Only that smug smirk widening into a vicious smile as Ira moved and lifted her club to beat the bullet away like it was nothing.
Only one word could describe Cana's feelings at that moment. "...FUCK!"
Not even the sheer impact of it hitting the club knocked that monster back, that hair dancing wild, like fire. Her teeth were bared like a shark that caught the sweet scent of fresh blood in the water. She launched herself forward, dashing towards the fort.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!!!" Cana grabbed her sniper rifle and moved out of sight, the drones rushing forward, firing their bullets at rapid speed towards the sprinting predator.
Ira laughed savoring the adrenaline rush, her voice almost devolving into a roar as she jerked side to side. She launched her club like a missile into one drone, pinning it against the wall of the fort. Cana shrieked at the impact; the vibrations up the wall caused her body to shiver. The other drone flew back, trying to use its firepower to keep Ira away from that wall and on the ground.
It wasn't enough.
Ira lifted her left arm, the metal gleaming in the sun as it shielded her from the bullets. She jumped again, smashing the drone into the wall with that prosthetic hand before she began her rapid ascent.
Cana tried to control her growing panic, aiming her rifle towards her target. She gritted her teeth, growling, seeing those eyes that glowed with destructive delight and fired again. Ira swung her body back from that shot and jumped to the other side, against using her metal arm to dig holes into the wall. Cana tried firing again and again, and each time Ira dodged and climbed closer and closer. Cana tried once more, aiming her gun no longer between Ira's eyes but this time at that nuisance of an arm.
This time she hit it, the bullet shredding the metal apart.
It was too late.
With that last shot, Ira lunged up and over the wall, aiming her right fist directly over towards the young girls' face.
Cana fell back against the stone floor, abandoning her rifle to hold her arms up over her face, crying out with alarm. "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!" Her voice came out in skill trembling squeaks, her body shaking from the pressure that seemed to push her further into the floor of the fort wall.