This choice: Conquer the city for ACROSS! • Go Back...Chapter #5The part we've all been waiting for: Violence! by: TFWNoGiantGF   Excel basked in self-awe from her last declaration. She stood like an unmoving statue, the very image of a revolutionary heroine. Well, except for the fact that she moved. A lot. Even in this sudden moment of stillness, her long-stretching hair caught the wind, her stomach moved in and out with each giant breath, and her green eyes scanned everything around. This was it. No more limitations of strength, money, or network censors. The towering ACROSS agent was free from the fetters of rationality and good taste.
She got to work right away. Her eyes narrowed as she trotted confidently towards a large building, pantomiming a grabbing movement, filled with the glee and energy of a child choosing a new toy. Suddenly, she punched a hole in it, the materials cleanly crumbling around her fist, falling to the streets below. The woman smiled, admiring her handiwork on this corrupt infrastructure.
Just a test, a sample of the changes she'd make in the name of Il Palazzo's will.
Most of the nondescript masses below gazed up in horror and awe. At first glance, the entire population seemed captivated with Excel's beauty. But upon further inspection, there were numerous straight women in the crowd, some gay men, and an odd few asexuals. And at another glance, most other people were too horrified to be aroused, and wouldn't even consider a giantess to be remotely attractive in the first place.
Weirdos.
In any case, an atmosphere of panic filled the air. Excel had already started fishing her hands through the buildings, humming to herself as the fingers tore windows apart.
"All the best rampages have the pretty lady grabbing some random nobody off the streets... Carrying him in inappro-pro places while he sits around oogling her and-slash-or quivering in fear..."
Putting a rubble-covered finger to her lips, she leaned over, tearing another chunk of building out and shaking its contents into her palm. To her dismay, nobody seemed to be offering themselves to her conquest.
"C'mon, I'm completely un-relatable! We need someone to get the reader involved! My unmentionables are absolutely secure! Crash-tested, I promise! I can even get seat belts or stuff if you don't believe me!"
Few had seen this girl before, or what she had in mind. Those who HAD seen Excel before had even more difficulty guessing what the giant woman was about to do next. Even at normal height, she was destructive and unpredictable. They shuddered thinking how that would manifest here.
Watanabe navigated through disturbingly aimless crowds, huffing. Every so often, he tilted his head back to the woman - but couldn't bear to look at her for long. It made his mind wander to painful places. Instead, he focused on running. If he reached City Hall in time, the Municipal Force could launch a counter-attack!... As long as Iwata didn't start drooling over the giantess. With silent prayers, he kept dashing.
"Miss Ayasugi... Please be alright." He turned his head up to her one last time, grunting. "Oh, you maniac..."
Hyatt coughed up a bit of blood, peacefully resting under the sole of her senior's boot. She was slammed on it again and again as Excel continued her hunt for a companion/victim. As the rampaging woman's patience fell, she kicked her way through a massive building, all of its contents spilling on the streets below. The long, peach leg flew into the air, dislodging Hyatt; the woman was airborne for a second. Leaning in, Excel let Hyatt fall onto her nose, between globe-like eyes, cheeks spread out on either side in a deranged smile.
"Oh, Hyatt! You may know me, sure, but you're good as any stranger! Wanna be a hostage?"
Hyatt shook for just a bit, maintaining her peaceful, detached gaze. "Thank you, senpai. I accept."
"Yesss! Excel will no longer be forced to speak to herself!"
With a quick fist-pump, the massive woman leaped into the air, casually crushing a few buildings under the weight of her body. Hyatt was jolted from her position, before landing safely onto Excel's orange hair. She peered down at the city below, enjoying the rapid movement and smoking wrecks of social infrastructure, along with the reduced oxygen from her height.
"My, this feels nice. How high are we?"
"It depends!" The massive woman grabbed a car in her hand, watching it fill her palm, flipping it around as she continued marching through buildings. Her voice quieted to a still-booming whisper: "I mean - 'tween you and me, some size authors have NO sense of scale. The 50 foot woman? She was probably closer to a one-fifty." She squeezed the car between her fingers, grinding it into dust.
"Ah, so you're as tall as the story needs you to be."
Excel nodded, nearly sending Hyatt flying off again. "On that note, let's just return to our feature presentation: city domination! Tiny person obliteration! Fuel for masturbation! Hyatt, in this situation, how would you go about conquering the population?"
She rested her head on her chin for a few moments. "I never was good at political sciences, but we usually use senseless terrorism, correct?"
Clapping her hands together, Excel made another leap, kicking a building down. "Bingo! And we shall take terror to new heights and new lows! We march over to any nearby authorities, demand they give us the city, and tame the masses once and for all! And the nearest authority looks like..." Her eyes focused on a building in the distance. "That place! City hall!"
Smiling wistfully, the passenger followed her line of sight. "A good plan, senior... But how do we run a city when we get it? I'm sure if we didn't repair buildings you compromised, work around the economic crisis, and balance the industrial, commercial and residential sectors, there'd be wide-scale revolts..."
The destructive footsteps paused for just one moment, as Excel scratched her head, fighting instincts to toss a dirty look at her hostage. "T-that's Lord Il Palazzo's job, not mine!"
Nodding, she continued her march, skipping playfully and watching people and cars fly into the air.
"Besides, who cares if they revolt? Let them eat cake! It'll fatten them up! They'll taste better! We're in a giantess story, and here, might makes right!"
She took one great leap with her right leg.
"Three lefts make a right!"
Excel stomped three times with her left foot, grinding it into the pavement.
"And there will be no one left but the righteous!"
A left step, then a right.
"That's natural selection! Social Darwinism! God is Dead in his Heaven, all's right with the world! So you mustn't run away, Shinji- we should seize that Carpe Diem by the tail, and he shall evolve into a Gyarados Diem! Righting lefts and triumphing over evil, and that means we aren't looking left or right, just dashing forward aimlessly!"
Shaken with each little movement, Hyatt clutched onto a strand of orange hair, gripping tightly as she smiled. "Left! ...Pardon. Right! Ah, correct."
As the two women carried on their conversation, absolute anarchy reigned below. People scurried out of the way, only to be met with a titanic turquoise boot, or pillar-like fingers coming from a glove. Those who stayed indoors weren't safe, either - Excel's lumbering often knocked small chunks out of houses, when her curiosity didn't lead to her outright smashing portions of the city she deemed offensive to Il Palazzo's righteous rule.
"Run! Haha! In our presence, you are but ANTS!"
She took another massive step, wiping some cars off the heel of her sole.
"Crawling into my picnic basket and stealing my well-earned food!"
Seeing a building in her way, Excel simply started dashing, letting her body tear through the structure. Bits of debris and office rooms slid down her chest and legs - the whole structure bore her shapely silhouette for just a moment before it crumbled under its own weight.
"Then just giving it all to a queen like the brainless workers you are!"
Hyatt kept struggling to stay alive, bits of blood leaking from her lips. The world below felt distant, her senior's wild screams the only reality.
"Ants can carry many times their relative weight and have really tough exoskeletons- which is more than can be said about you!"
Putting a finger to her mouth, Excel's heels swept the streets as she thought.
"Maybe it'd be more accurate to compare you to termites, gnawing at the foundations of our glorious society. Well, anyways, I'm depriving you of your humanity! Psychological warfare, yay!"
At this, she brought her hands down, grabbing as many bits of F City as she could - people, cars, Puchuus - and tossing them into the air like confetti.
"What kind of weirdo talks to ants or termites, anyways?"
They rained down over her body, some getting stuck on her uniform, or against the expanse of her skin.
"I mean, the whole point of calling smaller people 'insects' is to imply they're of little importance to me. If a chick found an insect nest in the park and spent an hour killing them all, they would mean SOMETHING to her - she couldn't just use that 'they were in my way' excuse. If I keep on using a sufficient amount of my energy on you and holding a conversation with you people, that means I probably do care about you, at least a smidgen-or-so. And considering the whole point of this one-sided discussion was to express how insignificant and unnoticeable you are compared to me, Excel can't help but get this strange feeling that she's stomped into a circle-type-shape and self-defeated herself."
Looking a bit dejected at her inability to psychologically dominate the city, she contented herself with physically dominating it, headed for City Hall to enforce her lord's will.
"Hyatt, please let this be a lesson if you ever get huge: deeds, not words!"
"Understood, senior."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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