blizzard of hell

“My older sister never did anything like that with me,” she said with a smile, only slightly annoyed that he had let her get a goal. “She would always boss me around and made me feel like she was the only one who would want to play with me...”  Fubuki didn’t really like that about her sister... But that was when they were children. Things were... different now.  “Come on, serve it!”

“Your brother...? He would do that to you?” Fubuki had been out on the job, and when the cyborg had intervened, she couldn’t help but be impressed. She had a handle on the monster, but the help at the time (her colleagues were elsewhere) didn’t go unappreciated. But after all was said and done, she took notice that he was yet another cyborg covered head to toe in cybernetics. Drive Knight and the Demon Cyborg were much of the same, but Fubuki hadn’t seen this one before.

“I can tell,” she said as the puck made it through the goal again. “Damn it.”  She served it again.  “Play a lot of arcade games?” 

Damn it! He made the goal.  “You had better not be hustling me,” Fubuki said chewing her bottom lip and sending the puck back to his side.

In the time it had taken Fubuki to ready her attack, the monster was already in pieces in front of them-- its viscera coating the walls of nearby buildings.  King was strong, but--damn-- he was messy. And Fubuki needed to work on her reaction time and reflexes. She had never felt so slow in her life. Apparently it was details like that which separated the classes. Even if it seemed King didn’t quite understand the nature of his strength. Either that, or it was a secret to everyone but himself... “... Yeah. Sure. Hey, maybe you could teach me a thing or two...” She kept walking forward, taking care to not step in any of the blood. If it wasn’t her fight, then she didn’t need to get dirty. 

The puck was on Fubuki’s side, and she slapped in the middle of the table and shot it over to Saitama’s side, attempting to make a goal.  It clacked against the right side on the way.