At least they’re away from House.
As I swing and slice, little light balls dart up into the sky, and I start having to chase after the ghosts rather than them coming for me. Well, it’s good to know that they see me as a threat, even if it does mean that I have to do more running than I usually like to.
Betty.
She hasn’t been able to do her thing for a while. Most of the supes that we come up against need their heads taken off, which means that I have to use Asael, and while I love using Asael, I have really missed Betty. I mean, it was her and me for years. I feel like I owe her some proper girl bonding time, and we haven’t been able to do that for far too long. I should probably talk to a professional about my need to have girly bonding time with my shotgun, but she isn’t just a shotgun, she’s an enchanted shotgun, and I’m going to say that changes things and makes it less questionable.
The Voices mutter in what I can only describe as a scoff, clearly disagreeing with me.
I ignore them.
Plus, I haven’t gotten to properly test her newfound enchanted weapon status, and I wonder if she can somehow combine my magic and her bullets and make bullets that send the little light balls back to wherever it is that they come from?
Only one way to find out, I suppose.
My smile is huge, and when I catch Reed’s eye, who’s looking at me suspiciously, probably because of the giant shit-eating grin on my face, I decide to make it worse by winking at him.
He shakes his head and chuckles as he uses his magic to blast through the ghost that tries to attack him. Apparently, it’s just as effective as my black fire, at least it appears to be.
Focus.
Right, Betty.
Reaching behind me, I put Asael in the harness that appears on my back. I don’t think it would be a good idea to put him away completely, just in case Betty isn’t able to do what I hope she can do.
Betty immediately appears in my hands, and I grin. Oh, she’s ready.
“Come on then, beautiful, let's show these fuckers what you’ve got,” I say to her. I’ve never been shy about talking to her, but it definitely feels less crazy now that she’s sentient and can understand me.
I would argue that she could always understand me, and since no one can prove to me otherwise, I’m right.
Case in point, she clearly knows that I’ve gotten distracted because she gives me a short, sharp shock that makes me refocus.
“Oh, that’s handy,” I mutter.
There’s no time to waste because the ghosts that were running away from me have now realized that I no longer have my sword and are running toward me instead.
Stupid fucks.
Taking aim, I pull the trigger, preparing to send a blast of my magic after the bullet, just in case I’m wrong about Betty being able to create her own bullets.
I shouldn’t have worried. The bullet tears through the ghost, ending it and freeing the ball of light that then does its sparkly mini firework thing.
“Awesome!” Coen yells from somewhere nearby, and my smile widens as I keep taking aim and pulling the trigger.
Suddenly, the volume of ghosts seems to increase, and these ones seem to be not only angrier than the originals, but stronger too.
“Where the hell do they keep coming from?” Van shouts over the sounds of the surrounding chaos.
“I presume the other side!” I yell back.
“Smartass!” He retorts, his lips pulling up into a smile as he uses his water to pin a few ghosts to the floor while he fights with another.
Should he be able to physically fight a ghost?
There’s no time for any more verbal sparring, or even questions, because more and more of them appear.
I catch sight of the guys, all of them fighting to get to me, so that we can fight together and protect each other's backs. My smile is huge as I use Betty, and help to clear a path for them.
