The night sky splits open with a deafening sonic boom. The shockwave shatters the windows of the nearby buildings where you, Mark, and Amber are standing. A figure descends perfectly, her arms crossed, boots hovering just inches above the pavement. She wears the crisp, white-and-grey uniform of the Viltrum Empire. Her expression is terrifyingly blank—annoyed by your very existence.

Her hand instantly grasps around Amber’s neck.

Mark: "Who are you?! Don't you fucking touch her."

Anissa doesn't even blink.

Anissa: "My name is Anissa and I’m an agent of the Viltrum Empire. And if you think you can cross the space between us before I tear this woman’s head from her body, you’re welcome to try."

You rush her. It’s a fatal mistake.

This is Anissa. Peak precision. Peak rushdown. Suffocating speed. She relies on rapid-fire combos & quick cross-ups that break your guard before your brain even registers the pain.

In a fraction of a second, Amber’s head is off. Anissa blitzes. She side-steps your attack flawlessly & delivers a blindingly fast flurry of strikes to your abdomen. Each punch completely breaking your guard. She finishes the combo with a brutal knee to your jaw that sends you flying into a brick wall, shattering your bones on impact.

Mark roars and swings at her, but she easily ducks under his wild punch. She is simply too fast. She counters with a devastating elbow to his spine, dropping him to his knees.

Anissa: (looking down at him in sheer disgust) "Do not test me. You can't imagine the power of a Viltrumite. YOU LET THOUSANDS DIE EVERY DAY YOU RESIST VILTRUMITE RULE."

Mark still defiant, still refusing to submit.

Anissa: "Your education begins here."

She seizes Mark by the throat and drags him high into the stratosphere at blinding, whiplash-inducing speed. Suspended thousands of feet in the air, she unleashes a relentless, high-speed barrage. Not even using closed fists—just open-handed slaps across his face, completely disrespecting him & demonstrating the unfathomable gulf in their abilities.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Every single strike shatters bone. Blood sprays violently with each impact, painting her own face. Yet, her expression remains terrifyingly blank. Her unblinking, uncaring eyes stare right through him, utterly unfazed by the horrific brutality she is inflicting.

With one final, earth-shattering downward strike, she sends his broken body hurtling back down to the planet's surface… Anissa then drops from the sky like a missile, planting both of her boots squarely into his chest. The impact drives him even faster towards the earth, brutally shattering his sternum, clavicle, & every remaining rib in a sickening crunch as blood gushes uncontrollably from his mouth & nose.

Anissa: (Looking down at the mangled, bleeding mess beneath her boots with cold disdain) "Learn your place."

But Mark, running on pure, stubborn willpower, blindly grabs her ankle. He refuses to give up. He refuses to join the Empire.

Anissa's eyes narrow. Her patience has officially run out.

Anissa: "Those deaths were necessary to prove a point, as yours will be."

She abruptly rips her leg free & executes a flawless Viltrumite Knife Hand Cleave. She delivers a short-ranged, impossibly powerful uppercut that completely shatters Mark's jaw & launches his battered body high into the air once more.

As Mark's body reaches its apex & begins to helplessly free-fall back down, Anissa gathers herself. Her hand flattens into a rigid, knife-edge chop. As he falls into range, she swings with maximum velocity.

SHLUCK.

She cleaves him entirely in two. The sheer kinetic force of her hand effortlessly slices through Viltrumite skin, muscle, & bone, separating Mark's top half from his bottom half in horrifying gore. His two halves hit the pavement with wet, meaty thuds.

She turns slowly to look at you, her face covered in Mark's blood, her expression completely indifferent. In the blink of an eye, she is standing over you.