It wasn't until the detective actually rounded the bend in the road that Mocha saw the convoy and the raiding supes trying to get into the armored transport. The vehicles, powerfully armored as they were, were not enough to fend off the bolts of electricity and searing bursts of flame being shot to keep the defense team at bay while they were picked off by stray bullets.
The raiders had managed to corner the convoy at a choke point between the overgrown park and a steep drop off of the hill that could be climbed on foot with ease, but couldn't reliably be traversed by the heavier vehicles. From the cover of both the trees and the hill they took potshots, having blocked off the road from the side Mocha and the PD were approaching from ahead of time.
Mocha couldn't see what they'd done to keep the convoy from backing out, but that didn't matter. Reaching behind her, she unholstered and drew ShuDaige. Pulling the beautiful little pistol up to her lips she gave the side of the barrel a peck before she lowered it and took aim, keeping one arm around the wolf's midsection. As he evened out, she leaned to the side and took three even shots, each roaring as the rounds left the muzzle.
The first round caught one of the pyros in the arm, taking the limb in a burst of heat. The second took that same woman in the ribcage, blowing a hole clear through her and sending her tumbling to the side. The third shot went wide, whizzing past the cowl of the person tossing electricity who ducked out of reflex.
"Up I go!" Mocha declared, placing the flat of her palm on Mulner's back and ignoring him when he looked back at her, incredulous. Mocha pulled both her legs up onto the seat, preparing to dismount as the bike closed in on the scene, crouching behind the wolf as she waited for the moment to arrive. Her eyes twinkled with devious glee as the raiders turned and adjusted their own fire, shooting at the bike. Seeing where they were aiming, Detective Mulner veered to the side, and as he did, Mocha jumped.
"Yeah!" the little redhead shouted as she took to the sky, arms over her head and scarlet locks flying in the wind. The momentum of the bike carried her leap, her own unnaturally enhanced agility kicking in as she tucked herself in at the last moment and landed on the roof of the foremost car in the caravan. Rolling as she impacted the roof of the car, Mocha slid to the rear and tumbled into the space between the vehicles with the readiness of a circus performer. Hitting the ground running, she kicked off the cracked gravel and hopped onto the hood of the much larger armored van in the middle of the escort vehicles, cartwheeling off of the white, plated metal toward the trees to her left as the people trying to shoot her scorched the area mere moments after she had moved.
Mocha darted for the nearest Raider to her as she landed from her wild flip, an almost loony smile on her face as she charged. Pulling the pistol back, she prepped herself mentally for a tight maneuver and giggled as she got just close enough. Closing in on the tall, muscular bear man, she ducked under the first swipe of his claws, then his follow up back hand to swat her away before she leapt up, grabbing his throat. He roared in a panic, staggering back as the insane woman tried to throttle him. With as tight a grip as she could possibly make around his windpipe, she jammed the muzzle of her gun into his left shoulder and pulled the trigger.
Red painted the wood and bushes behind the man, blooming from his body as the muffled bark of the gun let loose. The blast was enough to take his tree trunk of an arm clear off and jerk the man into an agonized spin, his weight pulling her along. Even if the poor guy had survived the first shot he didn't survive the next few seconds as pain bloomed in his back. Mocha almost felt sorry for his friends as she heard them curse and shout to one another from her position behind him, his body now shielding her from fire meant to get her off of him. "Such a gentleman. Too bad about the arm though…"
It took a few seconds for the mooks firing into the bear to stop shooting and look at what they had been shooting at. Taking the lul in fire as a moment of opportunity and slipping from under the heavy corpse, she popped both of their heads in bursts of light and sound from her gun. Stowing the weapon as soon as the immediate enemies were dead, she reached for the larger, white rose, long barrel, reinforced revolver still strapped to the small of her back.
Chullain was a masterpiece of ingenuity, with a long single barrel design the barrel itself was rounded along its upper length under a reinforced discharge chamber of enchanted white steel. The cylinder was built to chamber over packed mana powder rounds, and the barrel had been custom threaded to bear that load. As such, the gun was a heavy beast, almost too much for Mocha to handle. "It's work time, big boy," she purred.
Flicking the weapon to the side, she pulled the cylinder release to expose the 7 round cylinder, checking her loadout with a quick glance before slapping it back into place. 2 concussive, 1 piercing, 1 immolation, 1 force, 2 more piercing. Committing that to memory, she sprung forward and headed for a break in the tree line. She was nearly there when a man with a bat stepped out from behind a tree, swinging for her head.
She was lucky she was so short as the swing sailed wide and hit nothing but air. With a harsh crunch, she cracked the reinforced barrel of Chullain across the man's knee, watching him buckle as he yelped, his leg disabled. "Ooh, sorry!" she winced sympathetic to the pain apparent on his face. Stepping over the downed man she swung the other way, bringing the weighty barrel back across his muzzle and up high for another follow up. The man didn't move so she settled the weight of the gun on her shoulder and continued for the street where she still heard shouting and gunfire.
Breaking free of the foliage, she stepped into the road to see the shoot out slowly turning. With the addition of Detective Mulner, who was firing from the safety provided by the enemy's own roadblock, and her distraction to the bandits she'd found in the greenery, the guards seemed to be managing to drive back the attackers who were still hugging the incline. She was about to proceed with blowing holes in that incline when there was a horrible squeal of metal and then a groan as a vehicle was lifted and thrown.
Mocha watched as Detective Mulner had to dive from his cover as the car that had been at the back of the caravan came crashing into it from above, the vehicle collapsing in the front before bouncing further down the road. Turning to look where the projectile vehicle had come from, Mocha spotted a woman with long dirty blonde hair in full hero attire. She legitimately had a white unitard and a cape on.
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"A cape? Are these people for real…" Mocha mumbled to herself, leveling the muzzle and widening her stance before squeezing the trigger. The kick was hell on her arms as she sent a round careening across the gap between her and the suped up blonde. The round caught the woman square in the chest and detonated, the blowback of the round enough to quake the ground and knock several of the lackeys on the incline down to the forested area below.
When Mocha caught sight of the blonde again, she was disappointed to find that the woman was still in one piece, though the blast had knocked her back shredding her silly hero suit. Rather than bringing attention to what had been exposed, Mocha set to charging before the supe could get her bearings.
By the time the frazzled blond had made it to her knees, Mocha was locked on and firing again as she approached. The second round was a body shot as well, and the dust and wind kicked up by the resultant blast made it hard for Mocha to see even with her shades on.
So it was that she didn't catch the movement until too late when the blond dashed from the cloud and tried to snatch her by her throat. In an instant, she was off her feet, being held aloft by the enemy, choking as her windpipe was being casually crushed.
"You think that was funny, you little bitch?!" The woman said, gloating now that she held her victim. "Not so fucking cheeky now that you see you can't pierce my skin with that bullshit, are you?" She asked shaking Mocha by her neck.
Raising her gun, Mocha tried to take aim, but the woman reached out with her free hand, keeping the barrel low. "You're real fucking stupid aren't you, red? If you have that shitty gun, you're nowhere near durable enough to survive an explosion like that from here. You wanna kill yourself that bad, though, be my guest," she trilled, squeezing tighter.
Mocha grinned, settling for a thigh shot, rather than the headshot she'd been hoping for. Squeezing the trigger she only smiled wider when the piercing round in the chamber tore through the super like she was made of wet paper. The scream she received in reply as the woman threw her into the van was music to her ears.
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Mocha would later credit some higher power that she managed to fly through the damaged glass panel on the back of the van rather than smashing into its door.
The tiny redhead sailed through the glass, her back slapping into a wall of firm, yielding abs before she fell to the hard floor of the van. Groaning and rubbing the back of her neck, Mocha looked up, catching the eyes of the cargo.
The centaur above her was huge, a prime specimen of health if not for the magitech prosthetics she could see had replaced the woman's legs. With fur the color of brown sugar and white fetlocks on her natural legs, her horse half told quite the imposing story. She was lean and muscular, fit in ways that only constant motion and stress could yield. Her coat covered what Mocha could only guess we're countless scars accrued over a life of violence.
Scanning further up the other woman with her baby blues, she noted that the tauress girded her hip-to-shoulder axis with a set of plates, likely to help protect her heart. The distinct v of the pelvis widened into broad, washboard abs that had Mocha's eyes lingering quite a bit longer than they should have. It was only the second roar of the hollering blonde that got the redhead moving again.
Scanning up the powerfully built woman to an angular face with high cheeks and fierce eyes she felt a spark of familiarity for a moment before shaking her head. Slapping on a devious smile to assuage the look of worry she'd found on the woman's face, she playfully slapped those powerful abs. "Chin up, big gal. I've got you," she said, about to push herself to her feet when she heard someone take hold of the door handle.
Taking aim, she smirked as the blonde screamed and ripped the door off of its hinges, throwing it into the distance. Her face was a mural of anger and agony until she noted the barrel pointed her way. Even as her eyes widened a white flash of roaring flames burst from the revolver, bathing her in heat and light and sending her staggering back, shrieking in utter dismay.
By the time she was done staggering away, struggling to put out the flames, the woman, who could have once been called pretty, was a burned, half melted mess. Healing factors and durability still had a hard time with fire. While the woman was still alive, she'd never look the same without the help of some very high end healers. Mocha was about to make sure she never got access to one of those.
Hopping out of the opening in the back of the van, she pursued the super, hoping to put her out of her misery. "You're a tough cookie, aren't ya?" She asked, dancing under a wild haymaker from the blind, desperate woman as she pulled the release on Chullain again, only just adjusting the cylinder one round.
"I'll kill you, you little bitch!" The woman wailed, her eyes trying to track Mocha as she slipped out of the way of yet another empowered punch, smashing the bulk of her weapon into the blonde's recently injured leg and watching her crumple.
"Sorry. You missed your chance on that one," Mocha replied, grabbing hold of the still intact, if a bit banged up cape as she got behind her. With a whipping motion of her arms, she wrapped the length of unnecessary cloth around the blonde supe's head, completely cutting off her vision. Yanking hard on the improvised rope, she pulled the blond to a kneel, putting the barrel to her head as she gripped her still bleeding thigh and screamed into the cloth. Her muffled cry ended with a bang half a second later.
"Oh… and no capes." She said, reprimanding the corpse as it collapsed front first, dropping the remnants of the cape to the ground.
Mocha drew her hair back out of her face, panting as she looked around, her shades providing her with an excellent view of the land. The lackeys who had been on the incline had either fallen, taken a serious injury, or were in the process of retreat.
Seeing no immediate threats, Mocha holstered Chullain, turning back to the van to see the very tall centaur woman stepping out of the vehicle and approaching her. The expression on her beautiful face was inscrutable, so Mocha tried the comforting approach again. "Hey big girl. I'm Mocha. I'll be your bodyguard for the foreseeable futu—" she started only to find herself being wrapped in big strong arms and lifted against breasts that might very well have dwarfed her head in comparison.
With her body dangling several feet off of the ground and her vision obscured by creamy flesh, Mocha found herself in an exceedingly strange position when the woman embracing her kissed the top of her head and said. "I've finally found you! Little sister I've finally found you!"
"... Huh?!"