The new Seraph's

[Dark Seraph]

Gir has yet to do this mission.... But my brain spat out this fic idea months ago, so here we go.

Praetoria?

Gir had agreed to help with a temporal tear, the invasion of Paragon from Praetoria, but during all the running around and time hopping, Positron had been kidnapped, so Gir and her team dove into the rift to right things.

As they pushed deeper into the cave, she could feel a heat rising as they fought through IDF troops, seerers and Military grade clockwork, the deeper they got, the harder the resistance.... But they could just abandon Positron, who knew what damage that could do to the time line?

Eventually they pushed into a regal chamber, magma pooled in troughs either side of the room, surrounded by troops, while a red carpet lead up to a throne, lounging on it and Olympiad Guard. Cracking her knuckles. "The Olympiad is mine." she said as the team scattered.

You say Run - My Hero Acidemia OST

Slowly he got to his feet and clapped. "The error... You know many thought you died after you turned your back on our Emperor, they shall smile as I bring you back to him in chains." There was a flicker and suddenly he was in front of Gir, his first punch deflected, but the second one cannoned into her gut. "What good do you think you can do here? I was trained by the best, tested against the devouring earth, I am your greater!" His fist whipped out and clipped her helm, armour denting slightly as she staggered back.

Shaking her self, she looked up, green eyes glaring through her eye helms eye slits. "You talk big, but I learned in Primal Earth, I learnt that we are invulnerable, not invincible, there is a limit to what we can take. I just have to push beyond that limit!" She lept back, their blows lashing out like miniature explosions, each blow enough to cripple a mortal man. 

Back and forth they went, the ground crumbling beneath them as the Olympiad spat. "You are a deviant, a failed experiment of Berry's, you are nothing compared to me." He snarled.

Gir dug into her reserves. "I learnt, I grew, I over came my weaknesses to become something better!" She started pushing him back, each blow perfectly timed, perfectly aimed. "I am a protector of the weak and scared, I am a HERO!" She shouted delivering a bone braking blow to his jaw, his helm shattering as he staggered back, blood flowing from his broken mouth, hate in his eyes as he lept at her.

"And this..." She drew back her right fist. "Is over!" Lunging forward, she delivered a blow to his chest, her whole arm going numb from the impact as she felt his ribs break, his body rocketing back across the chamber, smashing the throne to shards as he impacted into the wall behind it, leaving a crater.

Panting, she looked around the room to see her team and the IDF had frozen, watching her fight. Taking a deep breath, she stood tall. "I am Centurion Rex and unless you want a beat down like that, surrender." She shouted.... And much to her shock, the IDF knelt down, hands behind their head.

"Oh I hope I bought enough Zig porters." She muttered as her team cheered her on.