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The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn't be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it's incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it's just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there's something undeniably magical about it.
It was the Annual Star Festivaland Flint almost didn’t notice.
His hgraphic designer was asking input for the signage for Pop! And Flint was scrambling to provide. It wasn’t like he didn’t see the Meteor shower before, no. The meteor shower happened every year on the nose and Flint had seen it enough to feel apathetic. Tonight, he was walking along the city street lazily, thinking as he walked his way towards the meeting site, acoffee shop she’d proposed. Flint was breathing slowly, mind distracdted as he walked. It was quiet, it was calmm, and it was… Well… It was rtelaxing. With the rain lately, Flint didn’yt get to walk as Flint. Gagarin, sure. Not Flint. He was humming lazily as he walked towards his meeting when he was shoved into a wall from behind.
And Flint never took attacks from bewhind well, spinning against a strong gripwith a yell and a fist -- watcxhing it cxonnect with the chin of a Negaverse agenmt. Oh hell. He was in a fight not to be drained unpowered. Well. Flint snarled as the captain snarled.
Ichnusaite just wanted an easy target. Some bougie lookingf putz seemed to work, but Flint followed his upper cut with a sweeping kick. Shed was not expecting ANOTHER ciuvilian with a fiughty mentalitry. And Flint wasn’t going down. As the captain tried tograb for her weapon, Flint lunged, kicking it as far as possible before he stepped on her hand coldly. He remembered this one. He dsid not likew her. She’d huirt Oumuamua., Flint liked Siv. Slowly, his demeanor shifted. As the meteors above flew threw the sky they illuminated the scene below in abeautiful display ofd colors,and Flint leaned into the dramatic, looking down at the enraged captain cwith a slow, malicious smile that spread ear to ear, eyes wide as he grinned with too many teeth.,
“I think, sweetie, you ******** up.” He hissed. Flint grinnewd a coild, ruthless smile. Sharo, with too manty teetg as he dug his heel in. She shrieked, but Flint simpluy put all of hius weight on that foot, and kicked her with the kind of cold, casual brutality born of a man accustomed to casualcruelty – in his case, Ichnusaite had noideaFlint had been the victim of it once, as he grew up, for being a man born in a woman’s body. No, Flint was weaponizing his pain for self defense as he kicked her a few times, harshj ande mechanical.
And he was grinning. That was the unsettling part as he finished, staring down at the fraNKly, reasonably unsettled captain and stepped back, brushing off his shirt. He knew the only advantage he had right now was the element of surprise. This? Thismeant he had to be ruithless. Attrition over force. He couldn’t henshin. He couldn’t usehis magic. So Flint did the thing he could do and grinned l,ike a feral monster, eyes twinkling.
“Do mind not to soil my clothes. I have ameeting you uncxukltured biutch.” Flint hummed. Ichnusaite swnapped,
But Flint wasn’t reasonable or rational either. He ducked, and bodyslammed her with violewnt force,m laughing like he was just hande3d the kays to victory, but ina way he did. Once under her, he straightened instantly, knocking the other off her feet befoire Flint spun on her with effortless grace born of a man who was exactly a pain and vengeance he imagined for too long. Perhaps not on his own tormentors but they were gone. She hurt his friend. And with a movement, his foot planted in her stomach, staring down coldly.
“Kneel before your king you—” Ewll what he called her wasn’t important. But flint kicked her again, hard, before turning, smoothing his clothing as Ichnusaite groaned on the ground, and he fixed his clothing, looking up once more at the meteor shower before walking for his meeting like nothing happened. Maybe he should appreciate the meteor shower after his meeting. It really was a nice night, and he resumed walking, as if he hadn’t beaten a captain at all.
