A chance to test your capabilities

"It's the Babochka!" a gruff voice called out, followed by the sounds of boots moving towards you. You quickly pocketed your phone, and you noted that somehow you knew where the pockets were, but now was not the time to ponder that.

A gang of vagrants approached you, and while they were not armed to their teeth, they sported polearms and a couple of firearms, surrounding you and blocking off any potential exits, circling you ever so slowly. "No allies to call upon now, eh? Helpless butterfly." An extremely arrogant one yelled out. Your host seemed to be well-known here, and it also seems that he thinks that the advantage is theirs. A flick in your wrist to manifest the scythe, the mere action had already sent some of the vagrants backing off, obviously wary of stepping close to the behemoth of a weapon.

"So you are afraid of me." You can't help to make fun of their cowardice, a slight smirk forming on your lips, no doubt the host's influence. You moved into a lower position, doing some calculation to find the most opportune moment to strike.

"N-N-Nonsense! Men!" Not finishing the sentence as the head honcho charged in, swinging the polearm down. You took a split second to calculate the trajectory, before swinging the scythe at the right time to successfully absorb the strike ****, before doing a parry, flinging the weapon away from his guard, before moving in for a critical hit.

Another metallic clang came out as two of the men moved in to guard their boss, their combined effort able to stop you, especially since you're not used to your host yet. Using that momentum, the gang pressed onto you, unleashing a flurry of attacks, forcing you into the defensive. Block, parry, block, dodge, counter, parry. Your hyper-intelligence helped you in choosing the right action to conduct, and your body certainly has a lot of reflexes to react to the strikes fast enough, but you weren't able to properly predict all the moves, nor react in it timely manner. A gash formed on your left leg, a scrape by your elbow. You were losing this fight, and they knew it, continuing to push on towards you. Just as you moved high to block another attack, a sudden sensation filled you, an urge to just drop down. You had nothing to lose at this point, following that instinct, forming a split.

As you moved low, you barely caught a glimpse of another polearm swinging above, almost hitting you before you just dodged. You didn't sense it, nor predict it, so how did you...manage to dodge it? That surprise action has accidentally stopped the momentum of the enemy, so you took the chance then to leap back, creating distance using a backflip and a handstand. All these moves, they were not yours at all, rather it's...is this what they call instinct? Ah....You understand now, a grin forming on your face. That sudden rush of adrenaline from that fight has managed to trigger your host brain, and while you didn't notice earlier due to the immense concentration, you have fully integrated with her, and were using her skills and....Ah...This will come in handy.

"Come now, let's finish this!" The boss lifted his polearm, approaching with his group, invigorated as ever to defeat you. You readied your scythe once again in a more unconventional stance, but something that you now feel comfortable in doing. Before lunging forward, moving so fast that an afterimage has formed behind you, a trail of holographic butterflies fluttering behind. Before you have the chance to react, you have already used the gunbarrel of your scythe to whack his head, sending him flying back. The others surrounding you were stunned, and more importantly, scared, scattering back and forming a familiar circle around you.

You cracked your neck, barely able to contain your laughter. "Who's next?" With such an invitation, the rest moved in, trying their best to take you down. You moved in an unpredictable yet controlled pattern, your new instincts working in tandem with your analytical mindset, weaving in and out of the group and striking at good positions, taking down the group non-lethally. Otherwise, you will need to answer to Natasha later. Who's Natasha again? Oh, your secret leader of the organization you're part of. Pausing your train of thought as you planted your fist into one of their noses, knocking him out. You seemed to be forgetting something important.

Ah, right, you have forgotten to check your host name.

Seele. Simple name. One of the vigilantes down in the underworld. "A pleasure to meet you, thank you for being my host." Whispering to yourself as you finished off the last guy, standing triumphantly while surrounded by the **** victims.