Judy watched as two Balon armored clones vaporized people who were running for their lives. Judy didn’t know them and couldn’t feel too sorry for what happened. People died. It was a thing. Wrong place, wrong time. It was something she’d gotten used to.
“Hey, bitches,” Judy said and the two clones turned at the sound. She had no idea why she felt the need to call them out. The two of them fired with their beams. Judy, given permission to kill again felt reckless. Twisting to the side, she flew between them.
“Where the hell did you learn to shoot?” she asked while attempting to put her right fist into the helmet of the one she was closest to.
“The same place we learned how to fight,” it replied, grabbed her fist and threw her into a car. The metal frame shredded on impact, ripped in half
