"Little one! Where are you?" Bayonetta frantically cried out. Time is running out. She had been searching for the boy, tearing at the plane's hulls as its structure crashed around her ears. She coughed as the smoke from hazardous flames nearly suffocated her. It'll blow up at any minute. Not a single second must be wasted.
"Damnit," she cursed, hissing through her teeth. She barely recovered from that fall and have yet to escape with her life from her attacker. She has to find the boy and get the hell out of here. Leaving the boy isn't even an option. She'll protect him even if it costed her life, he was supposed to be her responsibility. Electrical currents coursed through her body, she yelped. The pain is there but it doesn't compare to the pain she'll inflict on whoever caused this damage.
Dante would never let Bayonetta hear the end of this. It wasn't her fault that something wanted her dead and separation of the confusion tore the two apart as she fought them off. If something hap