“Finally.” A toothy grin spread over Ranma’s face. Climbing to her feet, she patted off some of the grass that had stuck to her back, and trotted off across the field to stop them next to second base. “I take it you’re the ones who have been hunting the humans?” Ranma asked rhetorically, her eyes scanning the trio. Details like clothing were discarded, she was judging them based off non-physical features, the man on the left with blond hair in a ponytail had something about him, as well as the woman with bright red hair nearly a match for Ranma’s own.
“If we’ve been causing problems, we’re just passing through.” The middle man, who had a darker but still very pale complexion replied with a slight French accent to his English.
“Heh, you did enough that I had to come here.” Ranma had decided that it would be the woman first. No reason really but Ranma felt that she would be the most trouble if she had escaped.
“I see no pendant; you are not with the Volturi.” The middle one looked at her with unease.
“I’m with someone worse.” Pulling out a pistol with her right hand from underneath her jacket, the trio tensed, and then scattered when she fired off three shots at the female.
Only one bullet grazed her arm but it was enough to ignite her entire left arm down from the shoulder. As the woman screamed in pain, she had to stop moving to put out the flames, and this allowed Ranma to close the four meter distance in a single jump. Drawing her left hand across her body, there was a brief moment of eye contact with the vampire that was suddenly ended when she decapitated her with a knife hand through the middle of her skull.
Before the broken skull could hit the ground, Ranma had to crouch under an attack from behind by the male vampire with the ponytail. Planting her hands on the ground, she rotated up into a handstand to kick him underneath his chin. Still turning she pushed off with her hands to flip up to her feet. Looking over her shoulder with a cocky grin, Ranma found that she had nearly shattered the vampires jaw, the skin appearing to be cracked stone and not flesh.
He ignored the injury to swipe at her with his fingers curled like claws. Ranma was overconfident and was clipped several times while weaving around his attacks, tearing through her clothes and partially into her flesh. Ignoring her own damage, she didn’t return any attacks, choosing to fire several bullets into the female’s body lighting it on fire as if coated by gasoline. He screamed in rage and overextended his right arm. Catching his wrist, she twisted till the back was facing her, then struck with her free hand with the intent to break it at the elbow, but in the end snapped it off completely.
“Oopsies.” Ranma exclaimed in a cutesy voice as the vampire backed away several steps while staring incredulously at his severed limb. “Here you go.” Shooting forward, Ranma gripped the arm firmly, and hit him in side of the head. “Why are you hitting yourself?” She remarked snidely, striking him directly in the nose.
Dropping the arm that had broken in several places from the force, she plunged her hand through his chest and spine. “I know this won’t kill you.” She commented, holding his body up. “But it’ll stop you from jumping around won’t it?” With a quick jerk, she pulled her arm free, and he dropped to the ground in a heap. The wound was already healing, so she quickly put several bullets into him to finish off her magazine, and make him explode into flames like the woman had.
Hitting the magazine release, she slapped another one in, and chambered the round. “Not going to help your friends?” She asked, her red eyes shifting to the darker skinned one who had remained off to the side, he hadn’t even ran to safety.
“They were not my friends.” He answered. “And I have no desire to fight-- whatever you are. I just want to leave without being hunted.”
“You’re pretty smart.” Ranma ignored him to pick up the severed head that glared angrily at her. “In ya go.” She joked to herself and tossed the woman’s head into the fire with the rest of her body.





