Chapter 95 – Escape
"..."
Melissa stared at Arthur for a moment, speechless.
What annoyed her most was the fact that he actually made sense—in his usual roundabout, chaos-inducing way. But that didn't make it okay.
She rolled her eyes under her helmet, and though her face was hidden, Arthur could tell from her posture alone.
He smirked. "Come on, partner. Wanna run with me? You're still the best I know."
Melissa didn't bother replying. Instead, she flicked her wrist, activating her neural accelerators. Her body blurred, then vanished—just like Arthur's.
On the rooftop, darkness rippled as two flickering shadows collided in a flurry of cyber-enhanced strikes. Sparks flew. Blades clashed. The duel looked like a dance choreographed by chaos itself.
"You really went too far this time," Melissa growled mid-strike. "You pissed off half of Night City in a single evening! Trauma Team, Arasaka, NCPD—you basically poked the entire hornet's nest. You want the mayor to personally exile you?"
Arthur's blades whirled as he deflected her blows, barely dodging the mantis claws aimed at some very vital real estate.
"My original parts are still in good shape, thank you," he muttered. "Wouldn't want to replace my cannon with a chrome pipe. No stainless steel upgrades, please."
Melissa's attacks were ruthless. She didn't hold back, and Arthur knew she wasn't playing. This wasn't sparring—it was punishment.