02-28-2018, 08:56 AM
Viola's eyes scrunched shut, fear driving her innately flourishing magic.
"... HUNGRY!"
Ethereal blades swirled protectively at her command, opened eyes shining like lighthouses - warning stray beasts to stay away. Mana seethed through her brain and bones. Fueled by hidden rage, she moulded the smouldering power to her will, driving the swords into her attacker. The first connected with the clown's gurgling gut, piercing out Its back. The second wedged through Its shoulder.
Malleable flesh and bone churned, flowing around wounds and lessening the blows. Onwards It flowed, gnashing grinding teeth spread wide, infiltrating her squandered defences and snapping down. Slurping, sucking, crunching, It latched onto her shoulder like an oversized leech, bathing in her blood. She spasmed in Its clutches, silently crying out before slumping. Still.
"... HUNGRY!"
Dull, unresponsive, she drooped. Her limbs twitched, endless whites filled the gaze of her lifeless eyes. Was she... dead?
A snap of hundreds of teeth crunching on her good hand informed her otherwise.
It was like being woken up with a bucket of icy water, but infinitely worse.
Spluttering, thrashing, Viola felt claws wrench into her gut, tearing out her insides with a sickly squelch. Blood trickled from her jaws.
"... HUNGRY!"
Viola jolted up with a start, resolve visibly broken. She kicked out, scrambling away as best as she could, pressing herself firmly against the dead fountain. Her crimson life still splurged from her wound, gluing to her silky sleeves. Crying, screaming, she held her blades in a solid X. Her mind was muddled, the feeling of death ran fresh through her veins. Why was she still alive?
... was this all a dream?
A painful, lucid, evil dream.
Why couldn't her torment just end?
Pennywise flowed around her static shield, hissing as she twisted her weapons - cutting into It from odd dangerous angles. Crawling, It persisted, gobbling up her petite shoeless leg, gnawing all the way up to her thigh.
Fading.
Another chance wasted.
Black.
With a final screech of agony, her blades twisted and cleaved, sculpting the thing's meat to her own bidding, hacking through Its spine.
Nothing.
"... HUNGRY!"
Frantically, fueled by pure instinct, Viola lashed out the moment she regained consciousness. Her swords flurried aggressively, slashing over Its skin and ripping into Its clothes, blocking the assault and forcing It back. Actions came first; questions came later.
"No," she muttered under her breath, denying It a meal. Invisible mana spiralled outwards and manipulated time to her will.
It tried to engage, reforging Its face and brandishing deadly claws. It hacked and slashed, deflecting the false-steel with predictable strikes. A fire burned through Viola's veins, sending powerful ripples through her core, yet she held on - observing. Her cold, calculating glare overshadowed her prior inaccuracies. She took her time, slowing the world to a near-standstill and directing every swing perfectly. Again and again and again.
Cocky.
It scuttled back, howling. Every inch it gave was filled with her blades - yet even those looked slow to her eyes. At the low speed, she could barely feel more than a tingling in her arm. A soothing assurance that everything was going to be okay.
Her magic faltered. Over the minutes she'd felt, barely half of one had passed. A jarring rush of sensations hit her like one long sweeping wave. Her head bobbled, panting, while she tightly hugged her throbbing stump. In her moment of weakness, It lashed out, meeting both blades with violent slashes to the hilts, dispersing them into specs of light.
Quivering, Viola looked up, heart sinking to the depths of her stomach while It sprauchled forth, sickly blood bubbling from Its wounds.
And then, It pounced.
"... HUNGRY!"
Viola grit her teeth, unphased, bending time to her will. Slowing it. Distorting it just right. The calm before the impending storm - and she sat right in the eye of the beast. Another opportunity. Another life. One she could take, grasp, own. Fate belonged to her. Her last chance.
Predictably, Pennywise struck out just as she relaxed her hold.
Prepared, Viola swirled her blades, feinting both towards Its chest before flicking one at Its neck. Its back cracked, limboing to avoid the blow while Viola's other strike slashed deep into its right calf, pivoting around to hack at It from behind.
Calm.
Hissing, It twisted, flesh sifting and flowing as it rolled back, reforging its skull and trying to break past her relentless blades with powerful claws.
Emotionless.
Viola rose to her feet, watching calmly with lifeless eyes. Compensating for her lessened reactions, she'd returned with her own harsh strikes, forcing the clown to dodge away from her. She remained shrewd, conservative, always keeping at least one blade between her and It.
Serene.
She controlled herself, focusing intently, never exerting too much. Blades ever poised, she kept the wounded beast on Its toes.
Deadly.
"... HUNGRY!"
Ethereal blades swirled protectively at her command, opened eyes shining like lighthouses - warning stray beasts to stay away. Mana seethed through her brain and bones. Fueled by hidden rage, she moulded the smouldering power to her will, driving the swords into her attacker. The first connected with the clown's gurgling gut, piercing out Its back. The second wedged through Its shoulder.
Malleable flesh and bone churned, flowing around wounds and lessening the blows. Onwards It flowed, gnashing grinding teeth spread wide, infiltrating her squandered defences and snapping down. Slurping, sucking, crunching, It latched onto her shoulder like an oversized leech, bathing in her blood. She spasmed in Its clutches, silently crying out before slumping. Still.
"... HUNGRY!"
Dull, unresponsive, she drooped. Her limbs twitched, endless whites filled the gaze of her lifeless eyes. Was she... dead?
A snap of hundreds of teeth crunching on her good hand informed her otherwise.
It was like being woken up with a bucket of icy water, but infinitely worse.
Spluttering, thrashing, Viola felt claws wrench into her gut, tearing out her insides with a sickly squelch. Blood trickled from her jaws.
"... HUNGRY!"
Viola jolted up with a start, resolve visibly broken. She kicked out, scrambling away as best as she could, pressing herself firmly against the dead fountain. Her crimson life still splurged from her wound, gluing to her silky sleeves. Crying, screaming, she held her blades in a solid X. Her mind was muddled, the feeling of death ran fresh through her veins. Why was she still alive?
... was this all a dream?
A painful, lucid, evil dream.
Why couldn't her torment just end?
Pennywise flowed around her static shield, hissing as she twisted her weapons - cutting into It from odd dangerous angles. Crawling, It persisted, gobbling up her petite shoeless leg, gnawing all the way up to her thigh.
Fading.
Another chance wasted.
Black.
With a final screech of agony, her blades twisted and cleaved, sculpting the thing's meat to her own bidding, hacking through Its spine.
Nothing.
"... HUNGRY!"
Frantically, fueled by pure instinct, Viola lashed out the moment she regained consciousness. Her swords flurried aggressively, slashing over Its skin and ripping into Its clothes, blocking the assault and forcing It back. Actions came first; questions came later.
"No," she muttered under her breath, denying It a meal. Invisible mana spiralled outwards and manipulated time to her will.
It tried to engage, reforging Its face and brandishing deadly claws. It hacked and slashed, deflecting the false-steel with predictable strikes. A fire burned through Viola's veins, sending powerful ripples through her core, yet she held on - observing. Her cold, calculating glare overshadowed her prior inaccuracies. She took her time, slowing the world to a near-standstill and directing every swing perfectly. Again and again and again.
Cocky.
It scuttled back, howling. Every inch it gave was filled with her blades - yet even those looked slow to her eyes. At the low speed, she could barely feel more than a tingling in her arm. A soothing assurance that everything was going to be okay.
Her magic faltered. Over the minutes she'd felt, barely half of one had passed. A jarring rush of sensations hit her like one long sweeping wave. Her head bobbled, panting, while she tightly hugged her throbbing stump. In her moment of weakness, It lashed out, meeting both blades with violent slashes to the hilts, dispersing them into specs of light.
Quivering, Viola looked up, heart sinking to the depths of her stomach while It sprauchled forth, sickly blood bubbling from Its wounds.
And then, It pounced.
"... HUNGRY!"
Viola grit her teeth, unphased, bending time to her will. Slowing it. Distorting it just right. The calm before the impending storm - and she sat right in the eye of the beast. Another opportunity. Another life. One she could take, grasp, own. Fate belonged to her. Her last chance.
Predictably, Pennywise struck out just as she relaxed her hold.
Prepared, Viola swirled her blades, feinting both towards Its chest before flicking one at Its neck. Its back cracked, limboing to avoid the blow while Viola's other strike slashed deep into its right calf, pivoting around to hack at It from behind.
Calm.
Hissing, It twisted, flesh sifting and flowing as it rolled back, reforging its skull and trying to break past her relentless blades with powerful claws.
Emotionless.
Viola rose to her feet, watching calmly with lifeless eyes. Compensating for her lessened reactions, she'd returned with her own harsh strikes, forcing the clown to dodge away from her. She remained shrewd, conservative, always keeping at least one blade between her and It.
Serene.
She controlled herself, focusing intently, never exerting too much. Blades ever poised, she kept the wounded beast on Its toes.
Deadly.
Quote:800 words. Viola spent 1sp to use T1SU - Time Loop (600). 0/1 sp remaining.
Pennywise took a harsh hit to Its right calf, and probably some more general odd cuts.