That Night...?

[Yukika Inoue]

Saliva welled against the huntress’ tongue as she choked from the Nurglite’s brawny hand. She did her best to respond.

“Once…” she coughed up. “I thought I was chosen. To-To be someone special and impo- portant, but life is full of…” She let out another heavy cough. “D-Disappointment!”

It was only then, her memory creeped back slightly. A few words that scared her crawled into her subconscious ’Do you believe in Destiny?’ With a cry, her foot dove into his face. While his grip held true, he stumbled back just enough for Pyrrha to kick off his grip. The other horrid men jumped on her with their axes and clubs ready to bludgeon her to a still-living pulp. Her sword laid on the ground. Their leader was smart enough to pick it up, leaving her offense-less - or so he hoped. The redhead proved as valiant fighting with just her shield as much as her xiphos.

Her shield buried into one of their chests with a force to send him flying back. A loud metal crash reverberated as an axe collided with the golden aegis. She pulled back, came forward at a wide swing bashing the shield against the man’s head, disorienting him completely. The heel of Pyrrha’s boot dug into his chest, knocking him on his back. She turned just in time to see a hemp net flying towards her, luckily giving her just enough time to dive to the ground and out of the way. Unfortunately, not enough time to recover to her feet before two twisted weapons came for her chest. That kept her pinned long enough for someone to get ahold of her ankles. Her heart pumped with ferocity as the thought of being dragged away by such demented people to whatever fate that had stored for her. As courage turned to anxious fear, adrenaline kicked in.

She forced the clubs from gleaming hoplon, took hold of the ground and pushed off onto his torso; his grip was as deadly as his intentions. She reached down and drove the golden-yellow shield into his face several times. The two others attempted to knock her out cold, even with their ally’s grip on her legs. She raised her aegis to block both strikes, then as they came back for a second hit she frisbee-threw her shield into one’s face. It ricocheted off him and onto the other with guidance from Pyrrha’s Polarity then back to her hand. The restraint of the nurglite’s grip had gotten on Pyrrha’s nerves now. She gripped the edge of her shield and drove it upon his neck.

It wasn't so terrifying that Pyrrha had just attempted to murder a humanoid person like herself as much it was seeing him bleed from the neck and still try to claw at her legs through aura and armor.

“Hyah!” She cried before diving the shield further into his spinal column. His head hung off his torso by a thread, finally loosening the death grip on her ankles. As soon as her foot was free, she drove it onto the edge of the blood covered aegis, severing the man's head from the rest of his body. Blood dripped from the hoplon as she rose it from his beastial body. She was close to losing her lunch from the scene of brutality she had inflicted.

The chieftain of the nurglites grew a heavy face. Her snarled a wolfish growl as he pulled his axe from his side again.

“Enough playing around!” His hideous voice bit at Pyrrha’s skin. She prepared to defend herself, still horrified by her brutish fatality.

“P-Please don't make me do that again!” She pleaded, hopefully not needing to chop of the head of another human. Her enemies had no intention on letting her get away with murdering one of their brothers, though. As the leader charged her, she noticed the sun gleam off Miló’s red-painted steel. With fear still fresh in her eyes, she pulled on her xiphos with her polarity, tugging him forward and making his swing go wide to her side. His grip was lost in the blade; it hovered with a black aura back to its owner.

“I-I won't hold back i-if that is your wish, then! I-I’ll...I’ll kill you, too!” Her empty threats didn't even phase her enemies, no matter how hard she’d attempted to be intimidating.