fargo30 sloan vs kyoko

She hopped back and transformed into her Magical Girl garb with a flash. Her boots skidded against the ground as her spear appeared in her hand behind her back. With her legs braced against the ground, she could immediately charge coat chick the moment the transformation finished. Coat chick looked kinda sluggish. One good strike and—and nope, coat chick already had some kind of machine gun in her hands. No outfit change, same filthy brown jacket. Like the coat was her outfit.

Kyoko jumped, slammed her foot down on the barrel of the gun, and forced it into the ground before coat chick could fire. She whirled her spear around and conked coat chick in the side of the skull with the blunt shaft. The tall girl grunted and slammed into the wall, dropping her gun. Kyoko smacked the girl in the knee with the shaft and brought her to the ground. She dropped like a sack of potatoes.

The spear separated into segments linked by chains. As coat chick propped herself on her arms and tried to rise, Kyoko wrapped the chains around her and bound her tight, making sure to get both arms. Coat chick thrashed against the bonds, but Kyoko forced her back to the ground, pressing her knee against the small of coat chick's back to keep her in check. Coat chick shouted more of her indeterminate language.

"Should be pretty clear by now I can't understand a word you're—"

Kyoko rolled to the side as the discarded machine gun fired a vicious torrent of light. So the bitch could maneuver it via telepathy? That put a new spin on things. The narrow corridor filled with the blaze as it ricocheted along the walls and rattled the dumpsters. Kyoko slid under the spray and impaled the gun on her spear. The point plunged through the gears and pulleys and jammed it immediately. The light cut out and the barrel spasmed harmlessly.

By then coat chick had already started to run. Kyoko yanked her spear from the ruined gun and thrust it at her, extending its size to trip up her boots before she made it far. The girl toppled again and skidded across the ground.

Kyoko leapt after her, span the spear over her head, and brought down the blunt shaft on the girl's exposed neck, where the densest cluster of nerves and pressure points agglomerated. Boom, lights out. The girl sagged and did not attempt to rise.

Was this your dangerous invisible chick, Homura? Because she sure didn't look invisible, and she sure ain't too dangerous neither. Kyoko prodded the limp body. More coat than body, really. She knelt beside the girl's face and turned it over to inspect it. Sunken cheeks, raccoon eyes. Girl had been through the thresher. Her eyelid twitched in forced naptime.

Well. Kyoko checked back and forth down the alley. No soul in sight. So what was she supposed to do with this bitch now?

(Fargo, Chapter 30)