“Mystic Lune,” the system voice said in her ear, “standard engagement parameters are insufficient. Authorize ?”
She had no idea what that meant. But her sister’s last log entry echoed in her head: “Don’t fight like a magical girl. Fight like a bug in the system.”
Twenty-three seconds. That’s all it took.
“No,” she said, wiping blood on her sleeve. “I’m keeping the feelings. They’re my only original part left.”
The monster—a tumorous mass of flesh and error messages—slammed into the intersection. Civilians ran. Jun did not.
“Mystic Lune,” the system voice said in her ear, “standard engagement parameters are insufficient. Authorize ?”
She had no idea what that meant. But her sister’s last log entry echoed in her head: “Don’t fight like a magical girl. Fight like a bug in the system.”
Twenty-three seconds. That’s all it took.
“No,” she said, wiping blood on her sleeve. “I’m keeping the feelings. They’re my only original part left.”
The monster—a tumorous mass of flesh and error messages—slammed into the intersection. Civilians ran. Jun did not.