Mika was an eighteen-year-old orphan who yearned for parental love. Brandon was a legendary undead fighter who served as Mika’s adoptive father and taught her how to fight. Billy was a ghost-in-a-guitar.
Orgmen (singular: orgman) were some bulky ogres in suits and shades; upon death, they’d disintegrate into silver dust. The dragon was a humanoid blue alien-zombie-dragon that stood 7-8ft tall. The alien within the dragon wanted Brandon dead due to their personal vendetta: Brandon once stopped the aliens’ invasion.
When this encounter happened, Brandon had been severely injured and unconscious since the previous fights. Accompanied by Billy, Mika was trying to find help with her motorbike.
Mika glanced over her shoulder and gasped. A fiery drill head rocketed through the large swarm of orgmen and towards her, sending silver dust and burned fabric everywhere.
Without a second thought, Mika returned her focus to the road ahead and sped up. Her heart hammered against her chest so hard and wildly that she almost couldn’t breathe.
A deafening boom echoed, and a shock wave sent the motorbike flying. Mika slammed into a street sign headfirst and smashed into the ground along with it. Nothing hurt, but Mika could feel something trickling down her temple. It reeked of rusty iron.
Mika got up and scanned the surroundings for Brandon. Upon spotting his sprawled figure on the pavement, she drew her gun and aimed at the incoming dragon. Her hands quivered, but her father would die if she didn’t do anything.
“Stop!” Guitar in hand, Billy bolted towards Brandon and the dragon. He hovered between them and spread his arms. “Jyuji, you said-”
The dragon swatted the guitar away. The instrument pulled the ghost along as it whooshed over Mika’s head and crashed into a building behind her.
Mika’s pistol glowed, and with a loud cry, she pulled the trigger. A flurry of radiant needles tore through the air and entered the dragon’s body without leaving a single trace.
The dragon kept going as though nothing had happened.
Mika trembled. The urge to take a leak was strong, but she kept firing until her gun stopped glowing. The dragon didn’t even bother to dodge the needles; after taking them all in, he gave Mika a mischievous grin. It pushed her a few steps back and made the gun slip out of her shaky, sweaty hands.
Laughing, the dragon shot up into the sky. Then he dropped down and landed a scaly foot on Brandon’s face. Blood burst out of the undead man’s ears. Cracks spread across the pavement.
Mika’s eyes widened at the sight. Father… My dear father…
Something erupted within her. Roaring with her fists clenched, she lunged at the dragon. Both of them crashed to the ground.
“You bastard!” She grabbed one of the dragon’s tusks and snapped it off. As she brought it down as an oversized knife, the dragon thrust his claws into Mika’s stomach and drew blood.
Mika pressed on anyway, pushing the makeshift dagger into the dragon’s eye and through his skull. The beast shrieked and thrashed, and when Mika ripped the tusk out, a scaly palm struck her side. The blow sent Mika rolling across the road, but her grip on the bloodstained tusk remained firm.
The dragon rose to his feet, his eye and tusk regenerating. Mika got up and charged again, only to plant the makeshift knife into the wall.
Something whirred above her. When Mika looked up, her grip on the tusk loosened. The dragon dived in and spun, his body burning with blue flame.
The very thing that sent her motorbike flying was coming at her and Brandon.
Tears rolled down Mika’s face. She should’ve known it; no matter how hard she tried, she would never beat the dragon without Orion’s power. The absence of Brandon and Billy only worsened everything.
With the last bit of strength in her, she ran towards Brandon and grabbed both of his charred legs. “I’m sorry, Brandon.” She sobbed, dragging him away from the incoming drill head. “I’ve done my best, but-”