“Alright… here we go…”
Airi warned.
“Be careful!
Twelve o’clock. They’ll be there in two seconds.
PREPARE FOR COMBAT! [ง ͠° / ^ \ °]-/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿”
And then—
they were there.
The swarm fell like a collapsing sky.
Flashes froze above their heads,
plasma blades cutting downward,
bodies bending at impossible angles,
every movement a perfect dance of precision.
It wasn’t real—
an anime ballet of plasma blades made flesh.
Zeros stood there,
like he was part of the station itself…
[Dick let out another sigh. Loud. Like a man with half a day left to live]“What the hell is this?
There’s… a note here from the author.
sweetie… read what this idiot wrote?”
[Jackie picked up the page. Her voice instantly boosted the broadcast rating by +20%]“The author writes:
‘Dick and Jackie, thank you for reading my story.
Please play the specially composed track Umbra Invicta
so the listeners can feel the full epic scale of this moment.
By all laws of canon, the song must be cinematic, symphonic…
and in Latin.Much appreciated.
You’re both fire.
— Sage.'”
[Jackie raised an eyebrow]“So… we playing it?”
[Dick waved a hand, surrendering to the chaos of existence itself]“Just play it. MAY THE HELL-BROADCAST SAVE US…”
[The broadcast was flooded with symphony—dark opera, choir, and metal so intense that listeners across the galaxy felt both chills and structural instability in their chairs. Under that music, Dick continued]Anyway…
Rain slammed against the platform
like the station itself was trying to wash away the violence about to happen.
SHIRŌ-KAGE™ descended—
white shadows armed with strips of pure plasma light.
Their eyes flickered in perfect sync,
like predatory stars.
Zeros stood among them—
a black figure,
a fixed point in a storm of white metal.
“Alright, listen up…”
[Dick said in a tired voice over the broadcast]“We’re about to get a brawl, gremlins.
Hold onto your balls—however many you got…”
…And the world exploded into motion.
The ninja-droids leapt from container rooftops,
slid across wet metal,
fell from above like stones thrown by space itself.
The attack didn’t move toward Zeros—
it collapsed into him,
like everything falling into the eye of a storm.
Zeros did not move like the SHIRŌ-KAGE™ units.
He didn’t dance.
Didn’t pose.
Didn’t spin in perfect arcs.
He simply struck.
No elegance.
No form.
No school.
No discipline.
Just raw, brutal physics—
what the streets of Mold’pony call:
BEAT THE HELL OUT OF IT LIKE A SAVAGE.
Step. Strike.
Second step. Another strike.
Step to the side. A hit so heavy
the space around it trembled
like a hologram glitching from signal loss.
BAM—the first SHIRŌ-KAGE was launched
like it had been hit by a brake-less Mold’pony Express locomotive.
A flash of plasma lit its scattering parts
like a single frame from a death reel.
CRACK—the second folded around Zeros’s fist,
its chest plate bursting like thin ice at dawn.
THUMP—the third tried to come in from behind,
but met a lazy sideways elbow.
Its head flew off,
leaving a clean arc of blue light in the air.
SHRAAAK—the fourth was caught by the wrist,
twisted in three places,
and thrown into its own ranks,
wiping them out like a bowling ball
through porcelain pins.
The perfect choreography of assassin-killers
collapsed under the weight of his primitive physics.
The psycho-droid moved forward
like a tank breaking through a swarm of butterflies—
unstoppable, emotionless,
and very noticeably
EXTREMELY ANNOYED.
A plasma blade sliced past his face
within an inch.
Zeros didn’t even blink.
The artificial rain froze for a moment—
each drop reflecting the impacts,
as if life itself had switched into slow motion.
The hum of plasma merged
with the tearing crack of composite
and the dull, digital choking of droids
whose voice modules failed to process
their own destruction.
Nine white silhouettes leapt at once—
perfect formation,
blades crossed,
stances aligned like lines of a combat mantra.
Zeros looked at them
like they were nine annoying pigeons
that had just landed to shit on his yard.
He inhaled.
And disappeared.
VJOOM
Not teleportation.
He moved so fast
reality simply failed to render the frames.
Raindrops hung in the air,
confused,
as if deciding:
"Do we fall? Stay? Or also go VJOOM?"For a fraction of a second, the world flared—
then collapsed into darkness,
scattering the SHIRŌ-KAGE in every direction.
The air around Zeros exploded—
as if the atmosphere itself
got offended by his aggressive violation of physics—
and then rushed back in with a thunderous roar,
filling the void.