Chapter 112 - TSUN DERE Overdrive
Overdrive Mode—an experintal system engineered exclusively for KAWAII WAIFUs—was never ant for prolonged use. It pushes the Fra Unit far beyond its safe operational limits, overclocking every chanical fiber and driving nerve-link feedback to punishing extres. Once activated, it can amplify the Fra Unit’s output up to a staggering 500%, transforming it into a speed demon of raw force and fury. Most WAIFUs wouldn’t dare attempt it.
And yet, Myrrh Alicent had done the unthinkable.
“I’ll tear you apart from your core outwards, you bastard! Get ready, Ismail Arondight!” Myrrh’s voice blazed with a fury that matched the radiant thrusters of her now-scorching Fra Unit, which surged forward like a cot screaming across the battlefield. “Haaaaah!”
“Co get , Myrrh Alicent!” Ismail bellowed back from within his towering skeletal war machine—a monstrous ch with four hulking chanical arms. The limbs snapped to life, each one glowing with concentrated energy as the Defense Operator fed power into the gauntlets, priming them for devastation.
With a thunderous crack, Myrrh rocketed into lee range, her armored fist thrust forward with lethal intent. In response, Ismail’s four rocket-propelled arms launched a flurry of counterstrikes—each one a rocket-powered hamr designed to crush steel.
Fist t fist in a brutal ballet of force. Every collision detonated a miniature shockwave, rupturing windows in the surrounding skyscrapers and sending shards raining like glimring death. The battlefield echoed with the deep booms of their clashes, like gods exchanging blows in an urban coliseum.
Their movents blurred with speed—ten punches per second, each one shaking the ground, a dazzling storm of kinetic energy. It was like watching two heavy-weight boxers go all-out, except these fighters were clad in towering chs, their fists wreathed in plasma and fire.
“Impossible! How are you tanking my punches with such a small Fra Unit?!” Ismail howled in disbelief.
“Never underestimate —or my TSUN Armor! You’ll never break through it!” Myrrh bellowed back, her voice fierce as her fists kept hamring in a furious rhythm. She attacked with machine-gun speed, her movents sharp and fluid, each blow pushing her enemy further toward collapse.
Bit by bit, the skeletal titan that Ismail piloted began to falter. Its four chanical arms hissed and sparked as the relentless assault took its toll—tal plating lting, wiring exposed, parts flying off with every direct hit. Myrrh was gaining montum, and it showed in the way Ismail’s ch reeled back, the joints grinding under the pressure.
But just as the tide began to turn, everything went sideways.
“Don’t get cocky, kid!” Ismail’s roar echoed like thunder.
With a deafening hiss of steam and a burst of energy, two more colossal arms erupted from the skeletal ch’s shoulders—gnarled and tallic, each as massive as a freight train.
“What the hell—?!” Myrrh gasped, her eyes widening behind her interface.
The battlefield changed in an instant. Now ard with six chanical limbs, Ismail’s war machine unleashed a torrent of rocket-fueled punches, turning the tide with sheer overwhelming force.
Myrrh struggled to keep up. Her greenish-blonde hair swayed inside the cockpit core as the TSUN Armor endured the brutal counter. A devastating strike slamd into her head, another to her left shoulder, and then—a punishing blow straight to her stomach.
The final punch—a core-cracker powered by all six arms—hit dead center, right into her reactor. The armored chestplate fractured with a deafening crack, the glowing core flickering.
Then she was airborne.
Myrrh’s Fra Unit was sent flying, tearing through one building… and then another, the shockwave turning concrete to dust.
“MYRRH!” I scread, my heart in freefall. Without thinking, I sprinted through the smoke and debris, desperate to reach her crumpled Fra Unit before the worst could happen.
I spotted her—battered and barely holding together. The once-sturdy TSUN blue-colored armor of Myrrh’s Fra Unit was now blinking in erratic pulses, warning lights flashing across her system. Each flicker scread what I feared most: her defenses were monts from total collapse. One more blow, and she wouldn’t just take damage—she’d be in real danger.
Even worse, the brilliant glow of her Overdrive Mode had faded. Her white-and-gold Fra Unit, which once burned like a divine cot, now stood vulnerable, its strength dimd. The aura of invincibility was gone.
“Myrrh, are you okay?” I called out, my voice thick with worry.
“I-I’m fine,” she muttered, though her voice trembled over the comms. “I can… probably trigger Overdrive one more ti,” she added, pushing herself up on trembling knees as her Fra Unit struggled to stand.
“Aren’t you overworking yourself?!” I said, almost pleading now. The strain in her tone, the way her unit sparked—it was obvious she was forcing herself past the limits.
But before she could answer, I saw it—a flash of crimson light, like a signal from death itself.
I turned.
Too late.
From the gaping maw of Ismail’s colossal skeletal ch, a hidden mouth-cannon had opened, pulsing with unholy red energy. The laser beam launched with terrifying speed—faster than thought, faster than I could even blink.
I froze.
“WATCH OUT!” Myrrh’s scream cut through the mont.
Before I could even register it, her Fra Unit hurled itself in front of —a shield of tal and will. Her armored arms crossed into an X, forming a desperate guard.
The crimson laser struck, and the world exploded in light and fire.
The shockwave blasted outwards, and through the smoke, I saw it—her left chanical arm, torn from its socket, spinning through the air before crashing down behind with a deafening clang.
“You sneaky bastard…” Myrrh growled, a defiant grin spreading across her bruised face. Sparks danced across her battered Fra Unit. “Trying to snipe Zaft, huh?”
Her TSUN Armor, once the last line of defense, gave one final flicker—and then went dark. Blue plating peeled away in small, charred fragnts. She was now utterly exposed, both defenseless and nearly offenseless. But she didn’t flinch.
“You’ll have to go through before you can even scratch him!” she shouted, planting her feet into the debris-littered ground, chest out like a shield.
“Then you two can die together!” Ismail’s cybernetic snarl thundered from his skeletal war machine. The jaws of the towering ch groaned open again, charging another crimson beam of death deep within its throat.
Just as the energy reached critical mass, a new voice tore through the chaos.
“I won’t let you!” Fei cried.
Her orange and white Fra Unit, scorched and barely holding together, stord back into the fray. With a rattling scream, the twin Gatling guns on her arms opened fire, spewing a torrent of bullets toward the ch’s tallic skull.
“YAAAAH!”
The rounds didn’t pierce the armor, but they served their purpose—disrupting Ismail’s targeting systems, halting the laser’s charge just long enough.
Myrrh saw the opening.
Flas erupted once more from the cracks in her armor—Overdrive Mode: reactivated, even if it ant burning out her Fra Unit for good.
With a deafening boom, she kicked off the ground, the terrain beneath her feet shattering from the force. Her unit beca a white-gold blur streaking toward Ismail’s head.
“Myrrh! This is the final weapon from the DERE Armor System!” Fei shouted, wrenching off a compartnt from her leg and hurling a glowing switchblade skyward. “Make it count—wah!”
But before she could finish, one of Ismail’s rocket fists blindsided her.
BOOM.
Fei’s Fra Unit crumpled like a tin can, crashing to the ground with smoke curling from its joints. She was out. And now, everything depended on Myrrh.
Mid-flight, Myrrh caught the airborne blade with her one remaining arm, gripping it tight.
A flicker of determination crossed her face. Her lips moved—a silent vow to protect her friends, to protect everyone.
And then, she beca a streak of gold and white lightning.
With one final warcry, Myrrh closed in—switchblade drawn, her body burning from the strain—and struck the enemy with blinding speed.
“Let show you what true resolve looks like.” Myrrh’s voice was low, steady—burning with purpose.
Her switchblade ignited, but these were no ordinary flas. The fire began as a deep red… then shifted—glowing bright yellow-green, a surreal radiance that shimred like a living aurora. The flas weren’t just hot—they were alive, warm, brilliant, and seething with purpose. The blade beca an extension of her soul.
With a piercing cry, Myrrh surged forward. The fla-coated weapon beca a blazing arc as she slashed through Ismail’s two upper arms, severing them cleanly. Sparks and molten tal exploded from the joints.
And then—she struck the eyes of the skull.
“What the hell—?!” Ismail shouted, panic lacing his synthetic voice. “I—I can’t see! Did she take out my head!? That was too fast!”
“YAAAAAAH!” Myrrh roared, flipping through the air in a fiery sorsault. Her Fra Unit twisted with weightless grace—then ca the slash.
BOOM!
A fiery downward strike landed right at the nape of the decapitated ch, cleaving through its spine. Flas detonated outward, liquefying armor, wires, and reinforced alloy with blinding green fire.
But she wasn’t done.
With a single, graceful spin, Myrrh’s Fra Unit rotated like a whirlwind of vengeance—slashing both legs of the towering skeleton ch. The ground shook.
“GAAAH! MY LEGS!!” Ismail shrieked as his chanical colossus crashed down, the once-feared Defense Operator now a heap of broken tal and smoke.
But Myrrh did not stop.
Her Fra Unit rose atop the fallen husk, triumphant and furious. She tossed aside the burning switchblade, the weapon clattering off the wreckage, and deactivated her Overdrive Mode. Steam hissed from her vents.
Her voice was sharp with venom.
“This is for ruining my friends’ lives, you terrorist fuck.”
She grabbed at the chest of the ch—and plunged her massive tal fingers into the core.
“GRRRRAAAHHH!”
With a roar, she ripped the glowing reactor free, cables snapping and sparks flying like fireworks.
From inside the ruined core cockpit, Ismail howled—his real body violently ejected from the machine’s remains as the core was torn from its housing.
“UWAAAAAAAH!”
He tumbled out, screaming, broken and exposed.
I stood frozen—awestruck.
That wasn’t just victory.
That was tal as fuck.
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