Updated with gunfire

Harley giggled as she ran from the cop. She was proud of herself for getting into Bianca’s head. Psychological warfare is just as important as any other tool in a competitive psychiatrist’s arsenal. She thought to herself, and nodded at her own words of wisdom.

“Now on to hunt any other girl. Oh boy, I’m fired up!”

Harley heard someone yell a few feet away. As she got closer to the source of the voice, she saw, after the end of the tree line, Sunny facing away from her, the young girl looking towards a river, with her hands on her hips.

“Seems pleased with herself,” Harley guessed, “probably for eliminating one of the others.” A mischievous smile ran across the clown’s lips as Sunny turned around and the blonde could see the girl was red in the face and panting. “Oh boy, I’ve always wanted to try this!” She whispered excitedly.

The anti-heroine bent down and picked up one of Bianca’s bullets that had landed so far away from its target. Since she was wearing gloves, the effect of the pink foam didn’t hit her at all. She threw the bullet upwards, held her morningstar in the same position as a baseball batter might hold their bat and, when the bullet came down to right on her eye level, she hit it, screaming:

“Fire in the hole!”

A startled Sunny barely had any time to turn towards the sound’s source before being hit by the flying projectile right between the eyes, cumming on the spot with a surprised “Yeeep!”, which was, subsequently, broadcast for the entire arena to hear.

“I knew this would work! Knocking someone down with a bullet and a baseball bat… gotta try this at home when I get back.”

“Harley!” Bianca came running out of the woods, brandishing her weapon.

“Oh, sorry Bibi,” Harley mocked, “your baby girl just said bye bye. Or, more accurately, ‘Yeeep!’” The clown did a pretty faithful imitation of the young brunette, then laughed so hard she had to support herself on her morningstar.

Bianca didn’t respond right away. She had to think her way out of this. With only Harley and Hyppolita left, it was looking more and more likely she would be the next one to go.

“But let’s cut the crap, shall we?” The clown continued. “There’s only us and a literal angel from heaven left. I have the impression this whole thing will end a few seconds after she shows up, so let’s finish our little rivalry before she does, so we can do it right, shall we?”

Bianca was at a loss for what to do, looking around for a way out. Then the wind hit, shaking the tree branches and the tall grass between the trees and the river shore, revealing to Bianca little pink marbles spread around on the ground. The marbles seemed to congregate on a specific spot, but it was hard for the police woman to see it with all the grass moving. Acting fast, Bianca began moving in a circular motion around Harley and, just as she hoped, the clown jokingly did the same.

“Alright, let’s play cat and mouse. Circling our food before one of us becomes cat enough to pounce! Miau.” Harley did some cat mannerisms as she and Bianca circled around in the tall grass, the circle slowly diminishing as the anti-heroine inched closer and closer to the cop like a, well… like a predator nearing her prey.

When they were in the right positions, Bianca suddenly pulled out her gun, fired the last couple shots on the magazine at Harley. She effortlessly dodged it.

“More bullets? Really? You musta been as tired of this as me, Coppers!”

Bianca set off into a dead sprint towards the clown. Harley was caught by surprise at the tactic, still preoccupied in dodging bullets, and was hit by the cop. The black woman shoulder tackled the anti-heroine to the ground, making her land right on top of the pink marbles Sunny had thrown.

Harley screamed in surprise and in pleasure as a bunch of little balls hit her in the back of the head.

“Y-You tricked me,” she said, almost overwhelmed by pleasure “like a villain would.” One last jab.

“No, I just outsmarted you.” Bianca reloaded her gun as fast as she possibly could.

“Hehe. He woulda liked ya.”

Then the cop unloaded her clip on the clown until she disappeared with a burst of light and a moan.

Bianca silently stood there, next to a smushed patch of grass. She took a deep breath of the forest’s cold air. She lowered her gun and allowed herself a small moment of excitement and a smile over her victory, before she remembered the last opponent remaining, then dread set in.

A golden shine in the gray sky caught the corner of her eye. She imagined the clouds were parting, but it turned out to be a light holier than that of the sun. Hyppolita flew over the treetop, golden aura surrounding her, scarlet hair flowing in the wind, golden spectral wings, pink sword in hand, and, last but not least, a few pieces of armor missing. She, then, acknowledged her opponent.

“Bianca.”

“Hyppolita.”

The completely non-magical and ordinary police officer was, once again, at a loss for what to do. She was facing a literal embodiment of holy power with nothing but a Nerf gun. At least the good news was the redhead wasn’t out to kill her. With no better ideas coming to her, Bianca just sprinted off back into the woods, hoping she wouldn’t get hit. No such luck though, Hyppolita threw her sword and hit the cop spot on the back of her head.

“Stop! Damn it, she’s still too far away.” The half-angel cursed at her power’s limitations.

Bianca didn’t slow down for a second, running and running, until she suddenly stopped and hid behind a particularly thick tree. With a completely loaded Nerf gun on the palms of her sweaty hands and an avenging angel on her trail, Bianca stood and waited. It was the element of surprise or nothing now.

Bright light began covering the ground around her, she knew Hyppolita was close. Bianca used the direction of the shadows as a guide, to make sure she always had the trunk between the two of them as the angel approached.

“You can run, but you can’t hide for long Bianca. Soon, I’ll lay my eyes on you, and it will all be over.” The light was very close, it was near the ground. The cop heard the sound of metal and dirt meshing. “I can see your footsteps, I know you’re close.”

Shit! Bianca thought to herself. She’s tracking me. And she’s close. There’s no time left. The cop saw as the light created shadows in the branches of the trees once more. She’s taken flight. It was coming closer, she would have only a single shot at this.The black woman stood perfectly still as the light approached. Sweat covering her brow, slippery palms threatening her grip, a hornyness at the back of her head aching for release.

Hyppolita flew right by her and didn’t look in her direction right away. This was her chance. Bianca launched herself on the ground, facing the half-angel, gun pointed up. She fired away, aiming for the broken up spots of her armor. Hyppolita was caught by surprise by the daring maneuver. She threw her sword haphazardly in Bianca’s direction. It hit the cop right in the chest. The blonde inhaled deeply, in pleasure, but tried to keep her aim steady.

“Sto– Awnn.” Hyppolita tried to issue a command, but a bullet hit a breach on her leg’s armor right then, so a moan escaped instead. The cleric doubled over in pleasure, leaving her head exposed. Bianca took that opportunity, hit her once more. The half-angel disappeared with a strong burst of light and a surprisingly soft moan.