Gamer Girl Isekai

Emma didn't fuck around this time, she had just long enough for a cavitation gun and she used it instantly. The power ranger seemed almost to instinctively sense the danger, because he moved right as she fired. The slug still hit his arm, still burst apart into near-molten debris with the sheer speed of its impact even as he went spinning and bouncing off. Before the man had even come to a stop, Emma was spinning and readying another shot.

The cowboy was faster, so was the wizard. The first hit, a bullet, smashed into her lower leg, breaking the armour. The next hit was a bolt of lightning that struck the weakened hardlight, smashed through entirely and sent jagged, painful scars running right up her skin.

She hung there in the sky, convulsing, for a few seconds. The bald man with the stupid staff sneered as she did.

"And you have the audacity to call yourself a wizard," he shrieked, "burn, you witch—FUCK!" Kruger interrupted him by shooting the dumbass, but unfortunately did not kill him. He'd swapped his weapon out for what Emma thought was a damned M60, and it was barking out rapid-fire shots to churn up the stone pavement and force both the cowboy and the wizard to scramble for cover.

The power ranger, of course, was unaffected, and literally summersaulted his way over to Krieger, avoiding bullets through sheer speed and unpredictability of motion.

Emma's eyes hurt. Watching this one move was like trying to follow the hands of a magician, except he was moving his whole body like that, and doing it across metres instead of centimetres. The world seemed to go all blurry and unfocused around him, by the time Emma had focused on his impression at one point he was already several paces past it. Kruger was faster than her, he had that innate physicality that the conventional isekai-ees seemed to have as their due, but even he was just a shade too slow to tag the man before melee was upon him.

She didn't get the chance to watch what Kruger's spray of 7.62s did or didn't do, instead forced to stare as the wizard charged up another attack. This one, Emma had to admit, had her a bit worried.

Winds were coiling around him as lightning forked and flickered, static seeming to build in the air around him. Emma didn't need to feel the press of magic emanating off him to know that it was intense and dangerous as shit. That the cowboy was drawing another bead was just a bonus. Emma's wall came up fast, then another, then another. The lightning hit them.

For a few seconds she actually lost the ability to see, despite clamping her eyes shut fast. The brightness was just absurd, like the sun was setting right next to her. Emma swore, then swore more at the sound of something punching through leg armour and the feeling of sharp pain in her calf. She didn't fall, flight was easier to sustain while hurt than leg muscles, but she dipped precipitously while mindlessly throwing up another shield for herself as she studied the problem.

Through blurry vision, Emma looked at her wounded leg and went cold as she took it all in.

It was impossible to know how deep the wound went, her Space instincts apparently weren't as good for estimating depth as they were for distance, but scientifically poking the wound didn't make her pass out and die at least. Emma was almost reluctant to check the back of her leg, the 'part where the bullet will have exploced out if I'm about to bleed to death' of her leg, but when she did she saw no exit wound, nor any bulging in the skin. So maybe it hadn't gone so deep?

Whatever. She wasn't losing consciousness and was keeping most of the feeling in the limb. Maybe it was the adrenaline talking, but Emma could ignore her problem for a while. Good timing, her deciding that, too, because it was at that very instant that the shield exploded around her and the wizard floated high to stare with an imperious sneer.

That sneer irritated Emma a lot, so she made it a swift priority to get rid of it. She'd not dismissed her cavitation gun and now raised it for the man's chest, firing fast and watching as he splayed his arms for a shield of his own.

"PROTEGO!" He roared, making Emma cringe almost more painfully than her gunshot wound right as the projectile impacted.

Though it physically injured Emma to witness this grown man's behaviour, she had to admit he was one hell of a caster. Her cavitation gun was not overpowered as much as it was left wanting a superior class of projectile, as the iron practically vaporized into a cloud of literally glowing metal vapour upon impact.

"How about that, how do you like the powers of a REAL wizard!?" the man laughed back at her. "And you dare to count yourself among us!"

Emma blinked at that, genuinely confused.

"What…the fuck am I if not a wizard?"

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"A witch."

Oh, he was one of them. Emma fired again, this time aiming for the ground around his shield. She missed by more than a few paces, but the sheer violence of each impact was such that bits of shrapnel went out like smaller bullets themselves. Evidently, a few clipped the stupid wizard because she heard him squeal over the din.

More gunshots rang out from the cowboy, long after the bullets had already whizzed past, but Emma knew better than to stay still by now. She was zipping around, turning up and over, flipping, spinning, arcing. She projectile-vomited inside her own hardlight helmet, and was forced to briefly banish a section of the faceplate so that it didn't congeal inside. Her brief lapse seemed long enough for the wizard to recover, waving his weapon again and chanting something stupid as he did.

What was less stupid, though, was the great stretch of stone being torn out of the ground. It was about as big as a house, and coming for Emma faster than she'd have expected. Far slower than she could fly of course.

Normally. But the cowboy chose that exact moment to start improving his accuracy, and Emma was struck by the great block of rock while still spinning from a lucky hit. The ground came up beneath her, boulder atop, and she winced, knew that this was really going to hurt, and got magicking.

***

Aexilica thought her heart had stopped when she saw Emma go down beneath the rock. Then, a moment later, the debris cleared to reveal several of those "hardlight" constructs she used, made into squat pillars which, though strained and cracked, had evidently taken the weight from her. She slipped out beneath it, then Aexilica's attention was taken by her opponent more than her ally.

It took all of her attention just to stay alive. Her enemy was speeding up, or perhaps holding back less. That spear was everywhere at once, except wherever her guard was. Cuts opened along Aexilica's arms, from the wrists to the elbows. Little things, done with just the flicking tip of her enemy's weapon and not boasting the mass needed to cut bone-deep.

But they were adding up. The pain distracted her, every trickle of blood lost was another ounce taken from her strength. And she was already the weaker in this battle. How long, she wondered, could she last?

Not long at all, as it turned out.

His spear came up, left a deeper gash along Aexilica's arm and broke her guard for a moment. She stumbled, waited for the steel to find her and instead saw her enemy frowning, staring at the blood on his weapon, tilting his head, blinking.

"No…No way, you're—"

—something hit him, fast. Hit him fast and hit him with a rare weight, a giant block of stone sheathed in blue hardlight. Aexilica saw the man smashed down into the street and sent grinding back, a trench dug with his body by the sheer force. She turned to her saviour and found Emma floating high.

"Why did you do that!?" Aexilia snapped, glaring at Emma even as she glanced over her shoulder to make sure the man was okay.

"I…Save you?" Emma stared. "What? Why the fuck are you angry?"

Aexilica paused.

"I don't know!" She screamed again, angrier still.

Something came for Emma, a flitting blur of metal in the air. The girl was turning already before it hit, somehow, and Aexilica watched as the air shimmered ahead of her, turning blue, forming a long cylinder from which unearthly power spat. What Emma called her cavitation gun.

Aexilica still didn't know where that name came from, but it hardly mattered. She saw the power, and that was what counted. That was what made Emma the deadliest creature she'd ever met save for that Demigod.

Fifty paces back, the man with the strange weapon—had Kruger called them pistols?—went flying as he was struck in the chest. At the point of impact, an explosion rang out. Aexilica still didn't understand why that happened with the cavitation gun, she suspected it was something similar to Emma's energy lance, but the effects were as devastating as ever. The man slid along the ground and didn't stop until he hit a building, then brought the whole thing down around him on impact.

"Was that the last of them?" Aexilica straightened up, looked around, and realised fast that it was not. There was a single woman still fighting on the enemy's side, the tall, blonde one with the hammer that looked as heavy as Emma. Vari was tangled with her, backing away desperately while Krummer lay nearby, body re-knitting some of the most grievous wounds Aexilica had ever seen.

Emma got onto helping him instantly, and Aexilica sprinted for the fighting pair. Both of them were too late. Vari's parry came a second earlier than it should have and his enemy knocked him off-balance with a punch, then her hammer found his chest. Aexilica felt like she'd be sick.

But that was nothing to Vari's state.

To call the man mutilated would have risked understatement, his chest was caved more than an inch inwards and Aexilica could see blood foaming up from where pieces of bone broke his skin. She hurried to his enemy and reached the woman just as she turned, swung hard for her neck and connected. Emma's cavitation gun hit an instant later, blasting them apart. The impact, felt from a full yard away, stung Aexilica's skin. It did far more to the one it hit directly, taking her out of the fight then and there.

But doing nothing for Vari.

Aexilica was down beside him a moment later as Emma hovered above the air, cavitation gun raised, face tight behind her translucent armour. She was staring at something off to the side, though Aexilica didn't follow her gaze. She was too concerned with their wounded friend.

***

The bitch was back, Suzanne. The one with the huge tits—what was up with that, anyway? She probably did that on purpose, Emma thought. Cognitive spirits always talked about being beyond physical flesh and shit, so Emma's distracted staring was really that bitch's fault, not her own.

But there were more concerning things than that, anyway.

"Have I made my point?" the woman asked, smirking even as Emma glared at her.

"I'm going to fucking kill you," she spat, trembling with fury. It wasn't like Emma to feel so uncontrollable about it, what was she a male? But there it was, something about this…It demanded action.

"You might try," Suzanne grinned, then disappeared all over again. Emma was left alone with her dying friend and the damage around them.