This wasn't a conflict; this was a one-sided massacre. Miya took pleasure in crushing each and every war vehicle into modern art. Soldiers on foot were beheaded with a flick of her wrist or sent flying into walls at multiple times the speed of sound.

  I saw her straighten her hand before swiftly puncturing the two-foot-thick steel armor like a hot knife slicing through butter. I wonder what the men inside that tank must have felt at the sight of her immacute hand forcing its way into the cabin. She pried the metal apart and entered the tank, exiting mere seconds ter, covered in blood.

  Then Miya made her way toward another sixty-ton MBT. Her hands wrapped around the metal behemoth with unimaginable force, her fingers sinking into the armor like it was putty. The whole frame buckled and warped as the steel shrieked in protest. She raised the tank in a single motion, the vast machine bancing vertically above her lithe frame, six feet above the ground.

  Another helicopter appeared far above. She turned her gaze to it and, with a chilling smile, hurled the tank into the air with astonishing force. A fraction of a second ter, the helicopter met its fate as the sixty-ton payload plowed into it.

  Later on, she let several tank rounds and air-to-surface missiles strike her body, all to send a message. The impossibility of neutralizing her became clear to the assailing army, and soldiers withdrew from the area. The army was probably pnning to set up ways of communication with the girl, and I expected government agents to show up for negotiations soon. Of course, nuclear intervention was out of the question in a city of this size.

  Miya turned her attention back to my enamored self, her lips curling into a seductive smile. Her eyes, filled with mischief, invited me to come closer. She looked sublime. Her cuteness contrasted with her might, reflected in the devastated ndscape all around her. Her fit body glistened with sweat on her silky-smooth skin. Watching in utter amazement, I felt my heart take flight. I was hopelessly in love.

  Looking around, most of the buildings were badly damaged or no longer standing, but mine was an exception. Miya handled it with ease, kicking back tank shells and rockets like they were soccer balls, detonating them as she did. The killings didn't affect me as much this time. Was it the distance? Or her doing?

  Every able man and machine was now rushing to leave, but Miya knew very well that I craved to see more. She dashed to a deserted tank still in one piece and delivered a lightning-fast punch, shattering it in a single blow. Another sonic boom resounded all over the city. The front and back portions of the tank were still intact, but everything in between was now airborne, shattered metal breaking down as it flew. She turned back to sight the area; the street had been crushed all around, her naked feet now pressed against raw, battered soil and crushed concrete. Sinewy ripples stretched across the nd. She had pulverized a heavy war machine, its outer edges the only proof there once was a tank in this exact position. Shrapnel rained down in the distance.

  A goddess among mortals, an unstoppable force of nature, she turned to me, her eyes shimmering with triumph. Miya reached down and lifted an empty SUV overhead. As she held it aloft in her right hand, she turned her gaze toward me.

  "I'm coming for you, baby~" she called in a sugary voice strikingly mismatched to the gruesome scene surrounding her. I somehow heard her, despite my ear protection and distance between us.

  She drew me in like a moth to the fme. I couldn't hide my adoration as she joined me on the roof in a split-second. Moments ter, I was on the street again, kissing Miya beneath a car she held aloft one-handed. Standing beneath a three-ton vehicle did make me uneasy, but that all changed when she brought her hand to my cheek and closed-in on my lips.

  "Don't be scared. My strength is yours to cherish, darling."

  Wearing a tender smile, she picked her target, a towering hotel half a mile behind me. Still with one arm, she propelled the vehicle toward it. The impact turned it into shrapnel and tore through the opposite wall of the hotel, letting moonlight seep through.

  I poured out my heart, confessing my ardent love for her, keeping my voice as steady as I could.

  "Miya, I don't know why your power fascinates me so much. But what I know is that I will always love you. Despite the allure of your strength, I will adore you forever, even if you were to lose it all. I've never been more certain of something in my life; that your loving heart has me wrapped around your little finger."

  To be appreciated and loved for all that she was filled Miya with ecstasy. Her heart was pounding, her smile brighter than the sun.

  Her touch was gentle as she cradled me.

  "Oh, my darling..." she replied, her sobbing voice a soft caress against my ear. "To know that you love all of me is everything I could ever hope for..."

  She pnted her lips on mine in a fervent, passionate kiss. I felt like I was being cimed as her tongue quickly wrestled mine into submission. After exploring every part of my mouth with her tongue, she released me, panting from desire. She took a few breaths before she spoke.

  "I made sure to divert all strikes from your ft, baby... Haaaa... Th-That said, I think it'd be nice to move somewhere else now that the area is..." She looked around and cleared her throat.

  "...compromised. Let's grab your belongings and pick a new home, darling! Whether it's vacant or not doesn't matter~"