Creamy smooth, light-brown skin lay exposed, all the way from her slender shoulders down to halfway past her thighs. Unbelievably perky C-cups topped with stiff milk chocolate nipples swayed gently in the cool bay air with each breath she took, lightly defined abs under smooth skin forming a visual line for eyes to follow down to the ruined scraps of her panties. The delicate pink slit of her femininity on display between plump fleshy lips framed on either side by muscular thighs.
I had a 256 gigapixel live image of full frontal nudity of the world's most iconic heroine.
Her power had paused her aging, that much was apparent. A young woman at the cusp of true womanhood. A flower frozen at the moment of blossoming. An ethereal image of beauty that would remain untouched by the ravages of time. So, in the position that I was in- being able to behold her in all her glory- I did the only thing I could have possibly done in that position…
I called her fat.
"Lose some weight, Alexandria. Also, be grateful that I'm censoring this in real time so no one can see how much fat tissue you have accumulated."
And Alexandria visibly recoiled as if I had struck her. Looking like I had just hurt her more than any matter-antimatter reaction ever could.
Rage boils over /Self-doubt creeps up at the accusation of excessive weight. ~M~
She's NOT fat! / She can't be fat! can she?
RAGE / Self-Doubt.
Perfection.
She covered herself up with her hands. Her lips twisting into an angry snarl.
"MAGOS, YOU ARROGANT LITTE FUC-!"
KRAKATHOOM!*
A supercharged bolt of green lightning from the {Particle Beamers}- containing a few more nanograms of antimatter than the last- struck her. 150 kilograms of TNT exploded less than 100 metres away- the blast from the explosion almost blew me off my feet if it wasn't for my mechadendrite digging into the floor and my hand promptly grabbing onto Dragon's fantastic tits for stability. (The latter may have been unnecessary.)
The {Particle Beamers} will need to 'cool down' after a shot like that, but Alexandria's superheated form was leaving a smoking trail through the sky that looked like she was headed. I wasn't worried for her: This was the woman whose body had tanked multiple shots of Scion's primary form of attack in canon. Also, I had reviewed what little combat footage of her was available on the Noosphere, and confirmed the amount of antimatter would only hurt but not maim.
More importantly though…
Eidolon was also caught off-balance by the blast for a crucial few seconds. And unfortunately for him, seconds may have been minutes for me. He may have three powers at a time, but that just meant that I only need four different ways of keeping him down.
For the first one… my {Sicarian Infiltrator Proselytizer Mk. II} was still in effect. Forcing a brute power out of him.
For the second… Pointing my index finger at him, the digi-weapon hidden in the finger {Arc Rifle} fired a non-lethal bolt of lightning at him and hit him right on his right arm- enough to give him a nasty burn. Forcing a healing power out of him.
"Aaarggh!" He grunted out in pain.
For the third… A robust mechadendrite tipped with a {Graviton Gun} extended up from my back and sprayed down the green-cloaked hero with dark matter- pinning him to the ground as gravity suddenly became six times as strong for him. Another brute power out of him.
"Magos, CEASE! You have no idea what's at stake!"
And finally, for the fourth… but I was interrupted for a moment as Legend finally reacted- his higher brain functions and reaction times dulled significantly while in breaker form. His ball form colliding against my {Conversion Field} forcefield. But unfortunately for him, that didn't stop me.
Casting Hex on Machine-Spirit desig. 'Boardroom #4, Containment Foam Turret'...
A stubby round turret popped out of the ceiling's corner before it began emptying its entire reserve on Eidolon. The yellow-white liquid poured out of the turret nozzle like a broken high-pressure pipe and onto the side of the room where it began to expand as foam. Piggot must be jumping mad right now watching from her office- red in the face at how I'm making a fool of both the Protectorate AND the Triumvirate. And also using up all the Containment foam they had in stock. And Eidolon himself wasn't all too pleased as his green cloaked form was buried under the stuff.
Legend, the last of the Triumvirate left standing, once again collided against my forcefield. Shooting him with energy weapons will only make him stronger as he absorbs most forms of energy while in that breaker form.
Fortunately for me, I had prepared a countermeasure for him too. Hidden in my forearm, the {Torsion Cannon} minuitarised by [A Matter of Scale] perk immediately grasped him with its telekinetic gaol fields… right before twisting and shearing the ball of light like it was a Rubik's cube and tossing him into the distance. Out of the three of them, he may be the one who will be out of commission for the longest time.
And just like that, the Triumvirate were defeated and humiliated. It was contemptibly easy how they were, however I can only catch them by surprise once. I have bought a few precious seconds at most, but a few seconds was all I needed.
"Alright, it's time to go, sexy." I turned to face Dragon as I linked to her with a couple more mechadendrites- jacking into some hidden maintenance ports and interfaces all across her torso.
Discoursing with battle-automata desig. 'Dragon'.
Performing Rite of Awakening on machine spirit desig. 'Locomotion Coordinator Subroutine'.
But imagine my surprise when one of the fallen heroes suddenly stood up.
"MAGOS!" Armsmaster bellowed in ragged fury as he clambered onto his feet- his power armour splattered with vomit that I thankfully can't smell.
He likely managed to activate some earmuffs in his helmet, but from the way he swayed on his feet told me that the neurostatic from the {Sicarian Infiltrator Proselytizer Mk. II} was still affecting him to some level. It just goes to show that even though you can close off your ears to Justin Bieber, you can never completely close off your heart to him.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE REAL DRAGON?!" He snarled- still under the impression that I had replaced Dragon with an AI of my own.
"Something that was beyond you: I satisfied her, sexually." I answered honestly. "And I'll do it again."