Like a beehive agitated, Bianca unleashed a hailstorm of projectiles. Bullets, icicles, and plasma bursts from her sniper rifle all flew toward Origin.
Yet, even as the detonations and Living Metal shrapnel destroyed the surroundings, when the smoke cleared, her target was—unharmed. Origin was surrounded by some kind of glowing barrier; he had his right hand outstretched with his palm shining blue.
"Tsk. Spineless cockroach!"she snapped.
Despite Bianca's fierce attacks, none of them hit after the first one. Origin, although he didn't have a face, had the surface of his head warp as he spoke.
"Bianca Valestra, the Whore of Steel and the Villainess of Death. Do you have any idea of the fate that awaits you should Elian Reed begin his conquest of the Crucible?"
"I do! After we win, we are going to get married, retire, and make a dozen babies! I WILL FINALLY BE HAPPY IN THE ARMS OF THE ONE I LOVE! TO HELL WITH YOU!"
