Fallen Justice

A cut scene or perhaps music video. More for describing an active scene than fleshing a narrative:

They sit in a dark warehouse. They sit over a vat of some kind of bubbling goo. One of them cackles silently and claps another one on the back. Undertones of the slow build of the song begin. A brief camera shot shows someone tiny and vulnerable in a cage under a table.

Suddenly there is a bass drop and crash and a hole opens in the ceiling. 

The goons look over, confused, weapons begin to come out.

A woman floats gently down- 

She is 7 feet tall, built like a 24 year old supermodel. She has gynoid lines on her face and along her upper arms. She is a blonde with slightly longer than shoulder length hair, her hair is tied back in knotted braids. The ends of her hair are a light blue, not quite glowing. Her eyes are a matching blue, distinctly glowing. The woman descends on large angelic wings, pure white.  She stares around the room as though looking across a valley of the dead. She is wearing a straight dress that does not reveal her chest, though her arms are bare. She has a half breastplate covering one breast and her heart, and chains wind from the breastplate, integrating with her dress down to heavy plate boots. On her arms are oversized metallic gauntlets, slightly cybernetic in origin. Her arms are slightly spread as she comes down, as if to say “Behold, I am come among you now”

She lands and two goons separate from the pack, they approach as the music begins to creep toward a crescendo. One brandishes a knife, the other cracks knuckles menacingly. The leader in the back leers. The bass hits and her form blurs. Suddenly she is holding the knife goon by the neck. Another bump and blur and she has the other. Her attention is no longer on the goons, but on the leader. With emotionless contempt, we see her shoulders flex in time with the beat and the see the heads of the goons suddenly hanging at crooked angles.

The music hits a slow-mo as the woman heaves the two dead goons at the leader. At the exact moment her arms cross from the throwing motion, giant katar style blades eject from her gauntlets. As the music kicks back into high speed, a literal wave of goons erupts from behind the leader who swats aside the bodies, a tiny splatter of blood maring his cheek.

The woman flexes her wings and leaps into the fray, punching and slashing. She ducks swings and dodges bullets.  Where her blades swing people are viscerally chopped in half. At times she is surrounded by an electrical charge and even discharges yellow lightning at a few goons, cauterizing holes in them. The music rages as she bursts between groups of goons. Her expression remains determined, but the edges of her lips play up in a small smile. 

As the music hits its crescendo and drops out, we swing from a zoom on the leader’s face to the blade at his throat, around to the woman. She is artfully covered in blood. Her white feathers splashed with her conquest. She draws a hand to her face, scraping a hand shaped runnel in the blood splashing her face. Her eyes are glowing bright blue with yellow lightning streaking across them.

The woman mouths one word “Sinner”. The leader Tries to leap back while throwing a knife at the woman. As the final beat drops, she blurs for a moment and appears behind the leaping leader. The knife flowing harmlessly through the air as the leader finds himself impaled on the blade, a burst of blood marking his passing.

The song comes to an end as the woman withdraws her blade, shaking the blood free before retracting her weapons. She kicks over the bubbling vat, her expression once more emotionless. She looks up at the ceiling where the hole she made is before suddenly looking over to the small vulnerable person from the beginning. The person is making some kind of clatter. The woman regards them as though trying to determine where she had seen a creature such as this before. As though she does not recognize a creature being in distress.

With a casual afterthought of a slash, she breaks off the lock on the cage. The person looks up as she unfurls her wings and takes off through the hole in the ceiling. The person is left agape in a sea of blood. They were not her goal. Her only goal was punishment. A goal she has accomplished with aplomb.