Faora and Anissa

[Anissa lands, scanning the ruins] Anissa: (stretching) Huh. Not Viltrum, but not the worst place I’ve landed in either. Atmosphere’s breathable... and tense. A sonic boom echoes. Faora lands before her, dust whipping around them.]

Faora: (coldly) You are not of this world. Explain your presence.

Anissa: (smirks) Ooh, direct. I like that. But I don’t answer to moody space cops with capes. Who are you—Kryptonian fashion police?

Faora: I am Faora-Ul, lieutenant of General Zod. You are a threat. Stand down.

Anissa: (cracks knuckles) You see, I was gonna be nice. But now you’re talking like I owe you rent. [FIGHT SEQUENCE BEGINS] Faora dashes forward with Kryptonian speed, throwing a punch that Anissa just barely blocks. Anissa retaliates with a thunderous uppercut, launching Faora into a crumbling skyscraper. Faora emerges, heat vision slicing the air, but Anissa phases through rubble and grabs Faora mid-flight, spinning her into the pavement. They’re locked in brutal hand-to-hand, destroying everything in a several-block radius. As the dust settles, both are bruised but standing.]

Faora: (panting slightly) You're strong. Not human.

Anissa: (wiping blood from her lip) You're not bad yourself, queen of grumpy. Got a little Viltrumite in you?

Faora: I do not know what that means. Nor do I care.

Anissa: (steps closer) Oh, come on. Don’t tell me all that intense eye contact and tossing me through six buildings wasn’t a little flirty.

Faora: (glares) This is war. Not courtship.

Anissa: (grinning now) Then I’m about to redefine your idea of diplomacy.

[Anissa suddenly grabs Faora by the collar and kisses her. Hard.]

Faora: (stiffens, then violently shoves her back) What in Rao’s name was THAT?

Anissa: (winks) Interdimensional first contact. Standard protocol. You should see how I greeted your cousin if he exists.