Shes Already Managed To Run As Far As Got From The Incident, Booking It Behind The Nearest Building Before

She’s already managed to run as far as got from the incident, booking it behind the nearest building before removing her mask, not just throwing it into the nearest bin, but setting the inside of it on fire. Leaving no traces, still breathing heavily before sinking down to the ground.

Next step? Lay low for awhile.

Horsemen 𝖂𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓 of the Apolocalypse

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Ruining every barrier until she gets to Wrath was both tiring and boring at the same time. What she haven't tried yet was the elevator, a bit too public for her liking along with her power being contained in a relatively small space. Still, Karma wanted to see her horse Villám as soon as possible, the shortcut should be worth it.

Death lurked here. The ghastly feeling breezed through her senses, her hands automatically flying to her revolvers. Someone exited close to her, and the doors closed the dimly lit crosshair scar following it visible in the tiny crack before it sealed. The volume and amount of light was searing in such small place, then the screaming. The coughing and suffocating. Like her parents' final moments. Trapped between dying demons, one of them was large enough to unintentionally almost fully shield her from the explosion of holy water.

The same holy water bombs she so far managed to avoid, but these came with a dreadful upgrade. Pain of the burn of her left leg barely registered when she had heard the dreadful creaking of metal signaling that toxins and holy water weren't the 'only' threat.

The gunslinger morphed into a swirling mass of shadows, using others' to travel with extreme speed and slither out of the damaged entrance. Karma materialized outside the ruins, a towering shadowy creature well over ten feet with viciously glowing crosshair and soulless silver eyes.

“ I̵̛̼ ̶̨͂̆A̵̧̳̫̔̍M̷̠̹̋̌̚ ̵̬͓͓̈́̅S̵͔͍̞͌̋̒T̸̙̹̈́́̚ͅI̸̬̮̙̽͛͂L̴̢̢̉͂̈L̷̨͙̘̒ ̶̜̆͋̓Ḁ̸̳̔̏͝Ḷ̷̊I̴͉̹͆̓͜V̵̳͆͗̒E̸̺̅͊ͅ ” the survivor howled into the echo of the destruction as a challenge to the coward who played with lives, families as they pleased

💀 Long before the whistling death became canon, I already wrote Karma whistling this , more upbeat yet not less sinister when she purposely draws out a kill by avoiding vital organs and slowly stalking after the terrified criminal. Proof:

💀 Karma is actually very talented in drawing, it's a small hobby, ranging from extreme precise sketches of revolver parts and anatomy to actual portraits. It calms her and allows her to get lost in a non dangerous activity.

💀 Her revolvers are called Salvation and Damnation because she's dramatic.

💀 Her special move is called Dance of Death. This is used as last resort when she's facing more opponents up to 12, as with her dual revolvers she has 12 bullets without reloading. She mentally marks the stances of all opponents, predicts their movement, firing order and possible way of their bullets before whirling out of her hiding place. Each pose minimizes the chance of getting shot, and with each change of movement two bullets are fired, two men drop dead. This is where her saying that she has 13 lives originates, 12 bullets to protect the final one residing in her.

💀 Karma is afraid, no terrified of fire. She is more tied to lightning, the scent of smoke is enough to send her into a silent panic attack and despite loathing the cold she will never sit too close to a fireplace. Her other deep fears include injuring her hands & sight and losing Vihar. Her horse is the only remaining family member of hers, she can't fail her as well.

💀 Most of Karma's scars, injuries are a result of her standing between Vihar and a knife/bullet/ even a bullwhip when a criminal was smart enough to catch on their deep emotional bond. The freshest one is a snakelike scar from a bullwhip.

💀 Due to her dad, Karma is actually half aristocrat. Not like she cares about it the slightest; the only indication of noble blood is her idle stance. It is an unconscious mirror of how her father used to hold himself: back straightened to almost impossible point, left arm behind it, right hand resting on the grip of in her case, revolver instead of hilt of a sword. Because of this, she also received quality education from him and later her uncle.

💀 Her curse/gift to escape death at the age of 6 left her hollow, aching inside as if she indeed had died. She tries to do everything possible to chase that feeling away and she's hopelessly addicted to adrenaline, the tightrope between life and death just to feel she's still alive.

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