Niki flew until she was way away from the flame spewing hoses, and then she dropped, flailing, for the ground.
Those below her got their clubs all ready.
Niki dropped to just above their heads, then reactivated her anti-gravs to make a bee line for the tanks.
A clot of villagers got in her way. She slashed and hacked away at them without killing her momentum. One more forward spin, two more assailants out of the way, and then she was on a guy who held one of the fire spewing hoses.
He swung on her with a huge, fat fist.
Yeah, right.
She avoided the swing, then hit him with a half dozen smacks of her own in places she knew would drop him.
And now she had a flame thrower.
Niki rose on her anti-gravs, the hose already spitting out flames in force. She aimed her flame thrower at anything and everything she saw, given the fact that she had to expend most of her energy and training to avoid the flame throwers aimed at her. For several moments, her universe, her reality, became about nothing but white, hot flame, and whether she, herself, got burned, Niki didn't really care. They'd been dropped into this universe of malicious chaos, and no one had done anything but attack them from the moment they arrived, so fuck it.
They insisted on a vicious, attacking animal?
Now they had one.
The air above that very little village or whatever became flame...
and then the village itself inflamed.
Niki managed to stay just above it all and still keep a grip on her hose.
Then, just like that.
People no longer attacked Niki from either the air or the ground.
Those with flame throwers dropped them...
and everyone ran.
So what in the fuck are they running from? Niki thought. Me? Flattering, but that didn't feel right.
Niki looked up.
A warship hovered directly overhead.
A warship that looked like it'd seen better days.
No, it looked like a warship made from pieces of other warships.
Niki dropped her flame hose.
"Fuck," she muttered.