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Arch Enemies, Dinosaurs, and Panties.

“Look… I know we’re indulging this whole ‘Arch Enemy’ scenario, but… It’s fucking hot in here. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I want to destroy you; I will destroy you… but I’m sweating my ass off right now.” She complained, in her ominous, digitized voice. 

“You’re kidding, right?” He couldn’t help laughing. There she was, in that fifty foot mechanical monstrosity, which was supposed to look like a killer T-Rex from the planet Fuck-You-In-The-Face, but sort of resembled an annoying childhood icon, on account of the atomic purple paint — with those ridiculously large rockets, poised to be launched down his throat — and she was whining about the heat?

She didn’t wait for him to respond. He could already hear the metallic creature powering down. The neon green light of the eyes went dark. He planted the tip of his sword in the ground. His hand still resting on the hilt, just in case this was some sort of tactical ploy.

Truthfully, the mech was overkill; she did like putting on a spectacle, but she didn’t really need a fifty foot killer robot to end him. She could easily slit his throat with a pocketknife… or cut out his heart, with nothing, but a smile and her fingernails. 

A hatch, in the belly of the beast, opened. For a moment, she was just a black silhouette against a white light. He braced himself, expecting to face off against a feral looking, space Amazon with legs as long as a lightyear, and eyes like black holes…

The first thing he noticed was her flaming pink sundress. It matched her hair, which was drawn away from her face by a headband, with a large polka dot bow. She had big eyes, and a tiny smirk. He stood over her, by at least a foot — probably more like two. She was… adorable. 

“I thought you’d be taller…” He scratched his head. 

“They say that about all legends.” She giggled.

“and less cute…”

Her laughter was cut short. In a swift and fluid motion, she drew her blade. “I’m NOT cute.” She scrunched her nose, which made her look sort of like an agitated bunny. “Why does everyone call me that? ARGH!”

In response, with the same eerie kind of speed though not as much grace, he readied his sword. He could tell that was her weapon of choice; he was glad she couldn’t see the blaster that was tucked into the back of his pants. That might give him the upper hand, but it was hard to speculate what she might be hiding under that dress…

Fuck. Now all he could think about was whether or not her panties matched the rest of her outfit. Perhaps they were white with pink polka dots, like the bow?

“Um. Hello? Are you listening to me? What are you daydreaming about?” She gave a frustrated huff.

He cleared his throat. “What were we talking about again?” He grinned.

“You know, for such a notorious killer… You’re kind of a dork.” She giggled again, tucking her blade back…

Where the hell did she hide that thing? He wondered.

“You know, for such a homicidal maniac…” He stopped. He wanted to say, You’re awfully cute. 

“Let’s get some ice cream, so I can cool down. Then… WE BATTLE!” She exclaimed with a child-like enthusiasm, as she took his hand in her own. “Okay?” She said in a softer voice, glancing up at him shyly, from under her thick lashes. 

He nodded, quietly. His thoughts had drifted back to the panty question. Now, she was skipping ahead, and pulling him by the hand. 

“I’m going to rip your heart out of your chest! You know that, right?” She looked back at him.

“Yeah.” He said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, though there was a lump of something that sounded like grudging affection in his throat.

She was definitely going to rip his heart out.

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