From BROKEN PRINCESS: VOLUME ONE
THE GIRL WHO HATED THE WORLD
The first enemy that attacked her that night was a clunking behemoth of metal, possessing a thunderous roar that rivaled the fiercest of Oni. Twin ovals of light on opposite sides of its head, apparently its eyes, blinded her as it barreled towards her. Its shiny maw twisted in a menacing smirk, as if welcoming the human obstruction in its path. Yet she would not be moved; she could not be deterred from the grave mission that was now her life’s work.
She set her legs slightly apart and rooted herself firmly to the spot, vehemently quelling her fear. If she retreated now, more than the battle would be lost. The one million souls she now embodied would lose their chance at retribution. Retribution was more than a simple tenet of the Nemesis Code, her personal system of ethnics. The dying faces of her charges, forever seared in her mind’s eye, had changed that.
The monster drew