S13 - Pythie Gun

There stood Pythie. It was strange seeing her unnaturally flawless skin covered in burn marks. Her exotic robe was scorched as well.

Wesker lunged for her.

They fell into a rolling tumble tearing at each other with bare hands. There was no grace to this, no discipline, just raw killing intent.

He pinned her smaller form to the ground and pressed his pistol against her head. “So it’s true then,” he spat.

“Yes, I have a patron.” She said blandly.

He pulled the trigger fifteen times in the span of half a second. Pythie plunged her hand into the crystal ball at her belt and made it reappear between the gun’s barrel and her head.

As a magical girl, she was bulletproof, but against an anti-B.O.W. pistol designed to gun down equally durable monsters, even she had her limits. Her hand blocked 12 bullets before the 13th broke the skin.

When Pythie reversed the hold, she was bleeding from a hole in her palm and a welt on her forehead.

- Season 13, Round 2, /u/Proletlariet