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Becoming the Strongest as a Game Dev Ch 81
🕑 Added 2025-01-28 14:47:32 +0000 UTCI find myself in Bayonetta's body, her power and grace flowing through me. I ready myself, eager to put her formidable skills to the test. Gripping the guns in my hands and feet, I unleash a barrage of bullets at the approaching angels. Their gilded armor shatters under the relentless onslaught, and I move with a fluidity I've never experienced before.
"Come on, angels! Let's see what you've got!" I taunt, my voice laced with Bayonetta's signature confidence. The Affinities attack in coordinated formations, but I weave through their strikes with ease, summoning demonic limbs to crush them.
This fighting style is a revelation to me. I never imagined using guns on my legs, but the combination of ranged and melee attacks is devastatingly effective. Bayonetta's techniques complement my own precision, and I feel a kinship with this powerful witch.
I leap and twirl, Bayonetta's lithe form moving with a dancer's grace. The angels' attacks are no match for my fluid motions as I dodge and weave, my guns blazing. Each shot lands with precision, shattering their gilded armor.
"Come now, is that all you've got?" I taunt, my voice dripping with Bayonetta's sultry confidence. I kick and spin, my high heels becoming deadly extensions of my limbs. The angels struggle to keep up with my unpredictable movements, their faces etched with confusion.
This power, this freedom of movement, it's exhilarating. I've never felt so alive.
"Hey! I'm not dead yet! You can't take me like this! It's against regulations, I tell ya!"
I see Enzo being grabbed by an angel and fleeing towards a cliff. Without hesitation, I chase after him. Leaping off the cliff, I land with a heavy thud on the roof of a red car below. The impact crunches the metal, and Enzo turns to me, his face twisted in dismay.
"Ahhhh!! Damn it! Who did that!? I just bought the damn thing!" Enzo cries out, surveying the wreckage of his prized possession.
I felt a bit sorry for Enzo, but his constant complaining and self-preservation quickly erased any sympathy I had. With the remaining angels in my sights, it was time for me to take action and eliminate them.
I leap into the air, Bayonetta's agile body moving with effortless grace. The angels' attacks rain down upon me, but I evade them with precision, my twin pistols firing rapid shots that shatter their gilded armor. With a series of well-placed kicks and spin-attacks, I dispatch the remaining foes.
"Rodin should be paying me for even touching these toys," Bayonetta says with a hint of playful arrogance.
Enzo's face twists in dismay as he surveys the wreckage of his car. "You have any idea how much this is going to cost to fix!? How the fuck do I always get wrapped up in this shit!?"
Bayonetta starts the car. "Engine still purrs nicely. Now, about this little thing you've been looking into for me, Enzo. Let's have a quick chat..."
Enzo's face twists in exasperation. "See!? This is why I told you I was going home! I just got held up in the air by some invisible... things... and you want an intelligence briefing!? It never stops with you."
Rodin appears suddenly and catches Enzo by surprise. "You keep bellyachin' like that, and you're liable to wake Eggman from the dead. And I don't think either of you would like that."
Rodin's expression remains impassive as he turns to Bayonetta. "Catch you later, Bayonetta. Something tells me you're going to need a rush on our special project. Before the shit hits the fan."
Enzo's eyes widen in alarm. "Wait! Rodin! What about Eggman!?"
Bayonetta's lips curl into a smirk. "Such a popular chap. I bet they hate him down there as much as you did when he was up here. We just need to make sure he won't come crawling back when they kick him out."
Rodin nods. "Nothing a flower bed can't fix. Fill 'er up."
I watch, amused, as Rodin throws a shovel at Enzo's feet. Bayonetta sits in the car, an expectant look on her face.
"You heard the man. Finish up in 5 minutes or you're walking home to your cake and candles," Bayonetta says, her tone dripping with playful authority.
Enzo's eyes widen in alarm. "What!? Don't you leave me here!" he cries, quickly snatching up the shovel and scurrying off.
I can't help but feel a twinge of amusement at Enzo's frantic reaction. I wonder how this story will unfold.
…
The scene changes as Bayonetta and Enzo are driving down the highway in Enzo's car, which is barely keeping itself together.
"What a day! I'm screwed! It's gonna take every cent I earned on this charade to pay for the damage... I tell you what, if I could see them bastards that did this to my car, fuggetaboutit!" Enzo laments, his voice rising in pitch.
Bayonetta turns to him, her gaze unwavering. "Enzo. The road? Pay attention, dear." Her tone is firm, a subtle reminder that his focus should be on the task at hand.
"How can you be so calm!? You're still getting screwed in all this, too! Of all the lowlife scum in too deep in this town, I've never seen one get wrapped up in a fight with God's messengers. Dressed like a nun, too. When you end up in the afterlife, that's not going to be pretty!"
Bayonetta's response is nonchalant. "I can't help it if I like the little outfits. The toys are nice, too."
"20 years ago, you woke up stuck in a casket at the bottom of a lake. All you can remember is that you're a witch. But now you're stuck, because you've gotta sacrifice out halo-wearing friends everyday or they'll drag your ass back down to hell. I know I thought I got screwed, but bein' forced to slap around the divine for a livin'? That's really getting screwed!"
"If I needed a biographer, you wouldn't be my first choice," Bayonetta states bluntly. "I see to the funeral, you get me the information I asked for. That was our deal."
"Come on now! Look at my poor car! I'm working for free after this. At least let me get a drink at Rodin's before you start drilling me. The info I got is good. It's gonna get you close to finding the other stone in the pair, and figuring out some of that lost past of yours. I swear. After jewels instead of cash! Just like a girl!"
He is suddenly grabbed by Bayonetta. "Jesus! Can't you take a joke!?"
Bayonetta reaches into Enzo's coat and grabs the listening device. "Enzo, it seems someone has given you a little gift. How thoughtful, but I'm afraid I can't stand bugs."
Bayonetta tosses the bug out onto the highway. As we continue driving, I spot something in the rearview mirror. A plane is headed straight for the highway.
"What the fuck!" Enzo exclaims.
I watch as the car swerves off the highway, and time seems to slow to a crawl around me. Bayonetta's power takes over, and she enters the other realm. Without hesitation, she leaps onto the plane, her eyes scanning the angelic figures within. Just as she's about to engage them, a commotion erupts from inside the aircraft. Gunshots ring out, and a woman in a crimson-red bodysuit emerges, her long, silvery-white hair flowing behind her. She dispatches the angels with a fighting style akin to Bayonetta's own. I can't help but be intrigued by this new player in the game.
Bayonetta's voice rings out, a hint of surprise lacing her words.
"You!?"
"What's the matter, Bayonetta? All that sleeping made you soft?"
I watch in awe as the woman in crimson unleashes a flurry of attacks, her movements fluid and precise. She dances through the air, her twin pistols blazing, felling the angelic foes with ruthless efficiency.
Bayonetta joins the fray, her body mirroring the crimson-clad woman's every action. They fight in perfect synchronization, their kicks and strikes complementing each other seamlessly. It's as if they've honed their deadly dance through countless battles side by side.
I'm impressed by their raw power and coordination. Looks like these two have some history.
As they defeat the last of the angels, Bayonetta and the crimson-clad woman aim their guns at each other in silence. Neither makes a move, unwilling to break the tense standoff.
Suddenly, a truck rumbles between them, obscuring Bayonetta's view for a moment. When it passes, the woman in red has vanished without a word, leaving Bayonetta alone on the plane.
Bayonetta returns to Enzo's car, grabbing both him and the vehicle and effortlessly tossing them back to the ground. I watch her gaze linger on the crashed plane, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"That girl..." Bayonetta murmurs, her voice trailing off.
I can't help but be intrigued by the encounter. The way the crimson-clad woman moved, her fighting style so similar to Bayonetta's own - there's clearly a connection there. I find myself eager to learn more about this mysterious figure and her relationship with the Umbra Witch.
