GaGi's Bizarre Adventure

Gilda looked at the newly materialized stand floating behind Anon’s with interest, her eyes darting from time to time towards the ball that he was squeezing and back at the cloaked figure.
“Well. I told you my name, now it’s your turn. Or should I just keep calling you a Dweeb?” her face stuck in a perpetual grin.
“Gall Anonim. Just Anon or just Gall is fine though.” said Gall, shifting his weight slightly and again begun tracing a semicircle with his steps, around Gilda. His eyes glowed slightly, alongside the stand behind him and the small cross shapes became visible, though barely. This light quickly disappeared and his eyes started darting around looking for possible targets, when Gilda’s stand just kept pointing at him.
“Don’t expect me to let you do your tricks Gall. I saw what you did with that ball and I’m going to get rid of it!” she threatened, the wings of her stand turned out to be made out of exhaust pipes that shoot out a flame, sparks and smoke.
Anon on the other hand, coiled one of the sparkly strings around his finger.

As soon as that happened, with a great thud, she launched herself forward by having her stand kick the ground behind her with enough force to send her towards Anon with great speed.
Having little time to react, Anon raised his guard blocking one of the punches thrown by her but getting hit in the face by the second one. Her punch was strong enough to knock him backwards a bit, combining that with the fact that she didn’t even use her stand and had metal studs on her gloves, Gall started feeling he lost a tooth.
He didn’t have enough time to check though because just as quickly as she punched him, her stand grabbed him by the left wrist and with a downwards motion struck the arm with enough force to force the elbow out of its socket and cleave the skin off, leaving him armless.
A horrific howl left his lungs, both from shock at the sheer brutality and power of her stand.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out the string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
She didn’t seem to be too worried about that and she again launched herself towards Gall with a powerful kick, though now prepared, he knew where would it aim and quickly rolled to the side, following it by a quick throw of his baseball at Gilda, which much to his dismay, grabbed it with her stand and dashed again, this time Anon tried to use his stand to block the advance but soon enough his stomach was pierced by a powerful fist. The last thing he did was spitting at her face with blood.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
She pondered for a moment watching him try and circle around her but quickly launched herself again towards Gall with a powerful kick.
Same as the previous time, Anon dodged it by rolling to the side and threw the ball yet again, this time not aiming at Gilda, but rather the ground next to her.
The vibrations caused by the spinning throw loosen her footing a bit and her next jump was easily avoidable, as it didn’t go in the direction she planned. Her face shifted towards anger as she missed her mark, as Gall grabbed his ball Again, but soon enough the metallic wings opened and flames and hot air shot out from the exhausts caused her to mitigate this and land perfectly behind Anon.
He wasn’t ready for another charge though, this one boosted by the wings caused him to get hit in the face hard enough to break his nose.
Not good, because she soon raised her fist to strike again.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
Her eyes focused on the strings for a moment, but soon again, the same dance repeated: launch, dodge, throw, miss. This time however before she could charge again, Anon threw his tennis ball at the ground, which started spinning quickly raising up the thick clouds of dust and ash. She didn’t dash this time, so Gall decided to go on the offensive, throwing the tennis ball out of the smoke, which Gilda deflected with her stand. Her eyes were still filled with dust however and she still got punched in the face by Anon. She blocked the second one, next strike was aimed at her stomach which also hit, but before he could swing again, her stand swung its arm wildly, scratching the Galls face, which she quickly used to grab him by the neck and throw him towards the nearest wall.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
Her eyes focused on the strings again and she seemed to count them, before shaking her head, the actions repeated.
Launch
Dodge
Throw
Miss
Smokescreen
Punching.
This time he knew from where the wild swings would come so he used this to move to the side and grab his ball again. The next throw was aimed at the wall, where he landed previously. The ball bounced and struck her in the back, causing her body to whirl for a quick moment, before she struck it with her stand and it became normal again.
“Slippery fucker!” she yelled as her stand grabbed a piece of steel reinforcement and threw it at Anon.
“Oh shi…” he couldn’t finish as metal pierced his neck.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
Gilda focused on the strings but didn’t say anything, instead she opted to do the same actions as before.
This time, Gall knew from where the makeshift spear would come and he ducked out of the way. She didn’t charge again, this time opting to make use of more of the reinforcements, but Anon seemingly managed to dodge all of them. It seemed like he knew exactly what she would do.
Without ammo left, she gritted her teeth angrily, producing some sparks and she charged at full power.. She managed to reach him and grab him with her stand, dragging him through the ground, only to throw him at the wall and start beating his face into a pulp.

Anon opened his eyes slowly and ripped out the second to last string coiled around his finger.
Gilda knew something was up, just as she blinked, a multitude of strings became but one, Anon seemed to grin stupidly while wrapping it around his finger. But this didn’t stop Gilda, she charged. But each time Anon dodge, she notices small pieces of string lying in places he left. Some of them were even wrapped around the metal she threw at him. She was pissed. He was toying with her, and she was angry. She could feel her anger boil in her, which caused her to be able to release the full force of her stand in this last attack.
She not only missed, but the tennis ball she lost the sight of jumped up just as she was flying and struck her in the stomach. Causing her body to twist and hit the ground, even with using her stand to minimize the impact, she still felt it as her body flew through the ground, hitting her back against the wall.
Her eyes started closing on themself, but the last thing she saw was Gall sighing a sigh of relief and sitting on the ground.
“Fucking finally. Jesus… that was painful…”
He? FELT PAIN?!
And with that thought, Gilda lost her consciousness

Gilda had a weird dream, she killed Anon, multiple times, each of the was followed by her getting back to the place she was before and him plucking a new string. Then it happened again, but each time she reached further and further. Did she really want to kill him? Or hurt him so badly?
She didn’t have time to think about it as her dream abruptly ended. Her head was resting on a rolled up leather jacket and she was lying on her side, on a… bed made out of shirts of the rest of the guys she was hanging up with.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she noticed she was lying on the ground, still on the abandoned buildsite.
Anon was sitting on the same stone fence she was on before, drinking one of the beers and shaking his head after each sip.
As soon as he noticed Gilda was awake, he smiled brightly.
“I had a feeling you’re tough as nails!” he said happily. “But your beer taste is fucking horrible. Or maybe it’s just american beers in general. Well anyway, how you feelin’? Head’s all right?” a weird question for someone you just beaten up in a fight, so Gilda decided to not answer for now, just slowly reached into her pocket and grabbed another cigarette. “You should be all right, though I am not fully sure if you didn’t suffer a concussion. I know the human body very well but… you know, some stuff just needs a doctor's attention.”

“Also, you fucked me up good ya know. Good job girl.” Anon smiled towards her again,
She gritted her teeth again.
“Fuck you. How the fuck I fucked you up good? Huh?!” Gilda barked angrily towards him, trying to slowly get up, despite the pain in her chest. Gall just laughed at her question.
“You killed, maimed or beaten me bloody at least twenty times during this fight. Well… Not me, but I had to really try and find the correct path to beat you up. Some of them I don’t even remember. I’m going to be so hungover tomorrow, for now though… if you can be so angry, you’re probably fine.”
Gilda pondered his words. So… her dreams weren’t just dreams and those strings… they were all the lives he had? Or something like that? So she almost killed him back there? For real?
“I saw you wasting all those strings before, what makes you think I won’t just kill you now?” she threatened and got up. To which, Anon also got up and started walking towards her.
“You can’t really waste them, I just found the correct one. I’m not always this unlucky that I need so many attempts at a fight.”
He picked up his jacket from the ground and put it on.
“Where are the guys?” Gilda asked looking at the shirts lying on the ground.
“Ran away as soon as they woke up, some time after our fight.” he answered, untying his hair and shaking them a bit, to get rid of the dust.
“Pssh. Figures, fuckers ran away and left me alone. Some friends they were. Fucking bastards.” she said walking towards the stone fence and sitting on it. Anon sat next to her and opened a beer for her, with what looked to be a ring-bottle opener.
“Eh, look at the bright side, you have me now!” he said as the two clanked their bottles together and both took a swing.
“That’s a bright side? I’m afraid of what’s the dark side then.”
Both of them shared a chuckle.

||/=To be Continued=>