10-08-2017, 02:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-08-2017, 03:43 AM by Morene Fellon.)
The huntress rolled her eyes at Kuzuru's quite frankly hurtful attempt to get under her comrade's skin. A slight sigh came out of Morene's mouth, seeing as she was unfortunately unable to slap the demon boy in the head once more like she did last time. As the demon launched himself upwards towards the Darkloid, the woman raised an eyebrow at his strange decision to turn his only allies against him. Of course, the strategy seemed too easy to counter, Morene almost perfectly content with sitting back for a moment and letting him do all the work.
On the other hand, Morene knew it was never a matter of simplicity when it came to Kuzuru, not even from the few moments she's seen him in action. Turns out, she was right.
Morene's heart sank once more as she watched the demon's hand shoot another beam of steel aimed directly at Ebonywood Hellscythe.
The woman did not have time to think. She did not do any such thing, for her arm already shot outwards to grapple forwards, her thruster already activated. It took no more than a mere second for Morene to have grasped onto the scythe-wielding girl in immediate danger, and she was the woman's only focus at the moment. Experiencing a rather severe case of tunnel vision, Morene dived forward to swoop the girl from her feet, her armor skidding across the floor as she did so. A slight sense of relief washed over the woman's conscious like a drug, but that could only briefly distract from the now searing pain in her side.
Blood spat onto Morene's visor and it's user interface. A wince contorts her expression into one of livid pain being held back by nothing more than concern. Opening her helmet, Morene soon realized she had a lot to be concerned about.
Looking down at Ebony below her, Morene watched as she held the same emotion of discomfort. It didn't take long for Morene realize how bad her own wounds are, seeing as indeed, she had an entire spike rammed through her stomach. The huntress was surprised however, seeing as Ebony only wound up with a stab wound only roughly four to six inches deep. More importantly however, was the fact that the scythe-wielder's entire body was encased in what seemed to be some sort of... bubble?
Still, she was in pain.
Seeing her friend's blood trickle was enough to anger Morene into grasping at the shaft of the spear, slowly pushing herself up.
Morene's sight blurred as she heard Ebony whimper over the wound. The woman wished so badly to ease the object out instead of doing this, but Morene had to uphold her promise. She had to.
"My dear," Morene struggled, "please hold still."
Looking up, the huntress made sure she was in the clear to rip the spear from Ebony's side.
Morene couldn't handle the sounds of pain that followed.
"A-..." Ebony squeaked out, squirming violently.
Too distracted, Morene forgot how physically awful the wound felt on her end, seeing as it must have penetrated some sort of vital organ or two. She couldn't tell. Nor could she have cared. Before Morene had the chance to tend to her ally's bleeding injury, she realized why either of the Liberators weren't dead at the moment. Not too far off, Sonny had had his arm outstretched towards their general direction, breathing as heavy as a man his size could.
Before she could mentally express her gratitude for defending them, Morene was promptly interrupted by said sharp object.
As in, it was ripped out of her body in a manner of half a second. A sharp gasp escaped the woman's lips, and Morene fell to her knee grasping at the hole in her stomach.
Her entire body shivered. The shaking stopped soon however, looking at Ebony barely attempting to rise to her feet. Morene didn't hesitate a moment after, for she realized her purpose was to protect.
She would satisfy that purpose.
She had to.
Wrapping her armored gauntlet around the girl's shoulder, Morene lifted Ebony to her feet. The huntress knew Sonny would come to their side, but Morene did not want to count on it in account of Ebony's life. With that, Morene reached to her back, struggling as she did, to once more pull out her rifle.
It took Morene no time at all to start aiming, and even less to start walking Ebony and herself to safety. The problem lied in the former action, however.
Finally looking at the demon responsible for this with a full intent on shooting, the huntress saw as his previous comrade, Miranda Frost herself, assisted him in bashing into the Darkloid's physical form.
Gritting her teeth, Morene barely managed to click at the button to lock her helmet into place. The woman wanted so badly to pull the trigger as she aimed at Kuzuru, but Ebony was still in pain. Lowering her weapon, Morene turned to the blonde haired man, still catching his breath from that trick he pulled only moments ago.
"SONNY! Assist me with these wounds, I beg!" Morene called out, sounding a bit more assertive than she intended. Shaking her head slightly, Morene limped over to the man as she realized this was the perfect time to be assertive.
Barely being able to walk over to the boy, Sonny need not move. The huntress remembered why she was here well enough, now shooting at the Darkloid above with a single free hand, nevermind Ebony in the other.
Only halfway there, Morene thought, sucking air through her teeth as her vision began to blur.
The woman's ears began to ring, but she hoped Ebony could hear her next words very well.
"I am a woman of my word," the huntress murmured, "I swear upon it."
On the other hand, Morene knew it was never a matter of simplicity when it came to Kuzuru, not even from the few moments she's seen him in action. Turns out, she was right.
Morene's heart sank once more as she watched the demon's hand shoot another beam of steel aimed directly at Ebonywood Hellscythe.
The woman did not have time to think. She did not do any such thing, for her arm already shot outwards to grapple forwards, her thruster already activated. It took no more than a mere second for Morene to have grasped onto the scythe-wielding girl in immediate danger, and she was the woman's only focus at the moment. Experiencing a rather severe case of tunnel vision, Morene dived forward to swoop the girl from her feet, her armor skidding across the floor as she did so. A slight sense of relief washed over the woman's conscious like a drug, but that could only briefly distract from the now searing pain in her side.
Blood spat onto Morene's visor and it's user interface. A wince contorts her expression into one of livid pain being held back by nothing more than concern. Opening her helmet, Morene soon realized she had a lot to be concerned about.
Looking down at Ebony below her, Morene watched as she held the same emotion of discomfort. It didn't take long for Morene realize how bad her own wounds are, seeing as indeed, she had an entire spike rammed through her stomach. The huntress was surprised however, seeing as Ebony only wound up with a stab wound only roughly four to six inches deep. More importantly however, was the fact that the scythe-wielder's entire body was encased in what seemed to be some sort of... bubble?
Still, she was in pain.
Seeing her friend's blood trickle was enough to anger Morene into grasping at the shaft of the spear, slowly pushing herself up.
Morene's sight blurred as she heard Ebony whimper over the wound. The woman wished so badly to ease the object out instead of doing this, but Morene had to uphold her promise. She had to.
"My dear," Morene struggled, "please hold still."
Looking up, the huntress made sure she was in the clear to rip the spear from Ebony's side.
Morene couldn't handle the sounds of pain that followed.
"A-..." Ebony squeaked out, squirming violently.
Too distracted, Morene forgot how physically awful the wound felt on her end, seeing as it must have penetrated some sort of vital organ or two. She couldn't tell. Nor could she have cared. Before Morene had the chance to tend to her ally's bleeding injury, she realized why either of the Liberators weren't dead at the moment. Not too far off, Sonny had had his arm outstretched towards their general direction, breathing as heavy as a man his size could.
Before she could mentally express her gratitude for defending them, Morene was promptly interrupted by said sharp object.
As in, it was ripped out of her body in a manner of half a second. A sharp gasp escaped the woman's lips, and Morene fell to her knee grasping at the hole in her stomach.
Her entire body shivered. The shaking stopped soon however, looking at Ebony barely attempting to rise to her feet. Morene didn't hesitate a moment after, for she realized her purpose was to protect.
She would satisfy that purpose.
She had to.
Wrapping her armored gauntlet around the girl's shoulder, Morene lifted Ebony to her feet. The huntress knew Sonny would come to their side, but Morene did not want to count on it in account of Ebony's life. With that, Morene reached to her back, struggling as she did, to once more pull out her rifle.
It took Morene no time at all to start aiming, and even less to start walking Ebony and herself to safety. The problem lied in the former action, however.
Finally looking at the demon responsible for this with a full intent on shooting, the huntress saw as his previous comrade, Miranda Frost herself, assisted him in bashing into the Darkloid's physical form.
Gritting her teeth, Morene barely managed to click at the button to lock her helmet into place. The woman wanted so badly to pull the trigger as she aimed at Kuzuru, but Ebony was still in pain. Lowering her weapon, Morene turned to the blonde haired man, still catching his breath from that trick he pulled only moments ago.
"SONNY! Assist me with these wounds, I beg!" Morene called out, sounding a bit more assertive than she intended. Shaking her head slightly, Morene limped over to the man as she realized this was the perfect time to be assertive.
Barely being able to walk over to the boy, Sonny need not move. The huntress remembered why she was here well enough, now shooting at the Darkloid above with a single free hand, nevermind Ebony in the other.
Only halfway there, Morene thought, sucking air through her teeth as her vision began to blur.
The woman's ears began to ring, but she hoped Ebony could hear her next words very well.
"I am a woman of my word," the huntress murmured, "I swear upon it."
Quote:970 words.
Morene attempts to tank Kuzuru's super move for Ebony, but ultimately only slightly dampens the effect in comparison to Sonny's tier 1 defensive, and in turn gores Morene straight through her stomach.
Ebony now has a similar wound in her gut, but not nearly as bad or as deep as Morene's.
Putting her murderous intent for Kuzuru aside, Morene then assists him and Miranda in pummeling the Darkloid by taking potshots at it from afar.
Morene, with Ebony in her arm, escorts her to Sonny for possible treatment and to get her out of harm's way for now.