- It had been a hot minute since Mjolnir last ran into her old foe.
The Floki to her Thor. The Skeletor to her He-Man. The Slytherin to her Gryffindor. The last time she saw Malay was when she was terrorizing Disneya and being a general nuisance. Though the Berserkir Senshi could not say she missed her, she was quite annoyed that their battle score was tied. Malay fought hard and pushed her limits with every confrontation; though she would hate to say anything nice about her, the bluenette had inspired her to become stronger. She would not be the Senshi she was today if it was not for her: -
Even if the b***h did rely too much on that witchcraft of hers. Even though she fought dirty.
Mjolnir had not thought about her in some time, assuming she had long passed, ended up another faceless casualty of the war. However, she had been wrong, and tonight was the fateful night that she picked up on the all too familiar aura of her nemesis. She did not realise she was smiling, her fingers twitching with excitement and anticipation; she was due a good workout.
She set off towards the corrupt without hesitation, and when she located the street she was on, walk towards her with a quiet calmness to her posture. Golden eyes scanned her from head to toe; it seemed that she was lagging behind, Malay was not a super yet? How cute.
”I am impressed; you are still alive.”
