Her hand sparkles with emerald pixels, the silver blade winking in and out of digital existence. Her smile is vicious, flecks of zeros and ones flashing behind lips of neon purple.
His face is sharp, angles of radiation and phosphorescence, his grimace a slash of fury. He raises a severed hand in defense, bleeding golden binary, jade fractals, pink tessellations. Her blade descends, trailing twin tails of orange and crimson particles that pop and flare.
His grimace becomes a smirk. From his chest, a holographic cannon etches itself into reality. Its boom echoes across a cerulean landscape of infinite lines.