Sky Striker Ace, but Symphogear

"...Threat level rising. Analyzing the battle situation. [Black Widow]."

But Chris's movements seemed to make Raye feel an even greater threat.

Still exerting force from her pinned position, Raye tried to resist Chris's attempt to draw her sword and restrain her. A faint black spider phantom flickered into view, and Chris felt her control over the missile beneath them being stolen away.

"Ha, so you have a move like that too? You can create this kind of armament even in this state?"

Chris realized what Raye was planning.

Yet she had no strength left to stop her. Both hands held the other girl in place, both legs secured her body, and with the Sky Striker piercing through her abdomen, she had no spare energy to interfere.

But there was no longer any need to stop her. A distance of one kilometer was nothing to a missile; even inertia alone could carry it to its destination.

"If I can't stop you, then we'll fight here. But... sorry. I don't know whether I'll survive this battle, so..."

With that thought, Chris looked at Raye, whose posture was gradually becoming more dangerous, and pressed herself down so she would have no regrets.

A moment later, gentle lips touched violent ones. The soft sensation, mixed with that fierce aggression, brought an indescribable feeling. One side secretly blushed, unable to understand her own thoughts, while the other froze all over in confusion at the sudden situation.

Chris did not know whether she would survive after this battle. So, in this moment of danger, she chose to indulge herself one last time.

Though that final indulgence ended with her lips bitten open and a sting of blood, Chris was still happy.

Time passed. No matter what the two kissing atop the missile were thinking, the missile