Bomber Kishima vs Migiri Oozora

Kishima slammed her eyelids shut as the bell rang, and a wave of disappointment washed over her, mixing right in with the intense pain surging throughout her battered body. She’d taken on and beaten all the best the Angels had to offer once upon a time, or so she’d thought. But tonight her best effort hadn’t even come close to putting down this giant. Was it just a problem in her gameplan? Had she lost a step since her initial retirement? Or was Migiri just unstoppable? Regardless, none of these thoughts did anything to ease the defeated bomber’s mind.

She groaned she was scooped up, nuzzled and showered with kisses from her foe. It was humiliating, but that was only just getting started. And a chill ran down Kishima’s spine at Migiri’s statement that there was more for them to do. “W-wha..?” she started to question, though she couldn’t coherently form the words at the moment.

“Fortunately,” her unspoken question was soon to be answered anyway, as she was hoisted up and carried off. “No...s-stop...” she weakly protested, though she was in no position to fight out of this. She could hardly even move. Whatever Migiri had in store for her, Kishima had little choice but to try to endure it as much as possible.