Liuxing hated tricks. Skill? No. Just a trap or some illusion, in which the person who set it up thinks it's actually smart. Brute force is the best way to fight someone for honor, which is the main reason Hun disliked that humans invented the ranged weapon. So disgustingly cowardly, to engage your enemy from afar. Stare them in the eyes, for Lolita's sake. Draw your zweihander with dignity, not a longbow, scared and hiding from the threat. The people who forced ranged weapons upon the world are a disgrace. It even pushes me to use them, as I wouldn't even be close to alive today if it wasn't for them. And that's exactly what she hated too. Her eyes closed, legs and arms propped, Hun relaxed on that bus. Then it stopped, and forced upon Hun the reminder that only one good thing actually lasts. Lolita of course. Everything else fades away. Erodes, like a mountain and steady rain. Or a pebble and a nuke. But that pebble is gonna fade a lot faster than the mountain. Some good things just break, instantly, just gone. She opened one eye slightly, and saw everyone walking by to exit the bus. One looked at her, made very temporary eye contact, then immediately flicked his eyes away. Waiting for the enormous crowd to clear, she closes her eye again and sang an old song made two eras of Mamasha ago in the Soviet Union. She sung some more Red Army songs, like the classic song of a woman walking along a riverbank. Mamasha once named a mobile missile launcher after it too. Romania had a wonderful march with an equally delicious title. Drum bun, drum bun, toba bate drum bun, bravi romani, ura! Who knew I had the capacity for puns! The bus had just about cleared, so she got up. It was unusually empty, which allowed for a buttery smooth time off. It was always the best to wait until no one was left, so that she could simply walk off. Considering her brash and reckless nature, it was unusual. She finally got off after all the thinking she had been doing. She was a bit bored, and felt pretty restless. Well, time for another long ride. Plus, the boat doesn’t even leave for another two hours. She took another leisurely walk up the dock. The boat was a bit rusty, and looked pretty old. All she knew is that it was gigantic. Why do they need this for transporting people, for Lolita’s sake. She saw a young person in an Engle sailors uniform nearby. She asked him about the ship. He smiled. “Oh, we get that a lot. It’s a replica of a really old warship that we had. We wanted a ship and a dock around here, and a rich bloke paid for the ship and the dock because he was a fan of the boat itself. So of course we would use it. We use it as a luxury cruise ship all around Europe, and the top where warplanes would normally lay, people do instead. You can walk up there and around, so it’s not cramped whatsoever. If you’ve got kids that want to run about they won’t drive you mad because they have plenty of space on the plane deck. If you do let your kids up on the deck, just keep an eye on them. We don’t want anyone falling, even though we have already installed a fence. There was many differences between this ship and the original, but only on the inside. Like the engine and propellers were changed for efficiency, meaning there were some exposed gears as they had to cram a UCLA fission engine in there. The engine was modified to work off of much smaller amounts of fuel, so the ship didn't overwork itself or go too fast. Enjoy the ride!” Well, at least it sounded fun. She showed the same person her ticket, and she boarded. Hun was now 100% sure they had made modifications to the ship so it would be a nice cruise ship for the public, because it was incredibly nice. The crew appeared friendly, and the people looked like they were having a wonderful time. She didn’t know why she had this curiousity, but Hun really wanted to see the engine room. Something must be incredibly powerful to propel such a thing. Walking along the pleasant carpet floors, she approached the nice room she had asked for. It was 10 star hotel quality, perfect! Everything was just wonderful. She opened the door to room 829 and walked in. The bed was perfect, and she wished she had someone to share it with. Don’t worry, she did not mean Seal Man. He was a child, and she was 29! She wished she had someone just like her. She was almost thirty and still alone for goodness sake! She plopped on the bed and felt the fluffy blanket and not too soft not too firm mattress. Before she knew it, she was asleep. Awaking with a start, everything was silent. How did I jump if nothing happened? Maybe just a dream. In the exact position that she laid in the bed with, she looked at the nearby clock. The boat still gently rocked above the sea, and Hun had been asleep for twelve entire hours. The distance from here to the next coast is still a little while. She got up and put some new clothes on, a lot more casual than yesterday's wear. She was going to sneak to the engine room and take a little peek. She looked around, and nobody seemed to be awake yet. Sleeping in past 8, huh? Good for you. She made her way around the ship, just walking until she saw a door labeled something special. After a full 20 minutes, aha! She had found it. Propeller and Engine Maintenance, Authorized Personnel only. Meh. She looked around, only to see that one guy who had looked at her strange in a sailor's outfit. He was walking in the opposite direction, so Hun risked it and edged the door open. She slipped in, and walked down the dark metal stairs. Seems they didn’t make these parts nearly as nice as the rest of the ship. She approached the end, and it felt just slightly warmer than the rest of the ship. Probably because of how cramped it was. She reached her head around the corner, arms perched on the stairs rails. There wasn’t anybody there, which was weird. Then she heard the door open above the steep stairs above her, so she leaped forward and around the corner. She took this as her chance to look at the machinery before she got escorted out and made the excuse she got lost. Those were some large gears. For Lolita's sake of course they had to be that big to propel an aircraft carrier. More footsteps. "Hey, you, why are you down here! Please leave now! Hun turned around to see that guy again. He looked just as shocked to see her. Faster than a 8.29 Ming cartridge, his face turned from shock to anger. "I know you! You were that lady at the bank! I was just leaving when you strolled in! I got out without your notice, but that doesn't mean I'll give you a break!" He ran at her as fast as he could, right fist reared behind him. Hun knew that she couldn't deny being herself. So she fought. She gave him a swift kick in the gut with her nice shoes, and whaled a punch on his lowered head. Stumbling back a few steps, he looked up and shoved a punch at Hun. She took it in the face, her head slightly jerked back by the weight of his fist. Then he went for a very interesting choice. He literally shoved her this time, right towards the gears. She tried to catch herself, but her hands landed right on the open gears, for some reason exposed. Pop, pop pop pop, pop. All 10 fingers being totally mangled by the gears turning with unstoppable force. Hun screamed the most agonizing scream she could. She pulled, but the gears kept turning. It reached her palm. She ran out of breath to scream with, and inhaled, quieting the pure terror and pain she could feel for the moment. Her wrists crunched with the pressure from the massive objects. Then the beginning of her forearm. Now her scream was honestly disgusting, and was the most horrible thing that anyone in the world could experience with their ears. She pulled with all the strength of her well trained, muscular legs as her upper forearm splintered like a popsicle stick. She pulled even harder. Then, her flesh completely ripped and she came off. She even stopped screaming. "I'm alive!" She looked at her fingers. "What the fu.. WHAT THE FUCK!?" There were no fingers for her to look at. Just most of the flesh on her forearms with the later parts gone. The bone was the only thing left for four inches after the flesh ended. It was obviously splintered and bloodied. Hun just stared and sat down. Why is there only sharp bone where my lower wrists should be? She looked up at the man. "You have won. I accept my fate, leave me." He picked up an enormous metal tool of some sort. "Don't worry. I can give you a merciful death." Liuxing for the first time in her life, felt true rage. "You LITTLE BITCH! Even if your enemy is dying, you let them die on their own ACCORD!!" She stood up and reared her elbow and whatever was after that. The poor guy looked startled. "What are you doing???" She brought it forward with the weight of a road roller. Right into his poor unprotected throat. The sharp bone went through like a prison shank, as deep as it could go. He sat on the ground, an empty and worthless look in his eyes. Then Hun walked up the stairs, blood and even a bit of marrow dripping from her arms. She couldn’t open the door whatsoever. She turned and rammed her shoulder into to door. Time passed. After a solid two minutes of beating her shoulder mercilessly, the knob started to turn. The door cracked, and someone said, “Inside of the door not working again?” then the door opened to full, Hun looking at the person and the person looking right back. Hun gave a pained smile. Very, quite literally, pained. “I'm going to kill you.” Then she proceeded to rear her other arm, but before she could have made another victim, she passed out.