03-04-2018, 11:33 AM
"No," she refuted. Cold, plain, simple.
Shark teeth grated over the sharp blade, tearing its point further away from the clown's churning flesh as It held the weapon like a pirate. Flopping like fish mouths, the lips of Its purulent wounds puckered, asymmetrically flapping back and forth, never quite closing shut.
Her trapped weapon rattled, clattering against the clown's skull as she tried to dislodge it. It prowled forward, unstoppable. "SoooOOo ffff-feisty." Pennywise giggled, voice erratically rising and falling in pitch. Many black wisps floated from Its lips as her sword scratched the edges of Its mouth.
Freezing time to a standstill, Viola hesitated, although no one but her would ever know. Had she been able to move, violent shivers would have harassed her spine. She'd fought the clown back, she'd hurt it, yet it kept pushing forward as if nothing had happened. Its torturously menacing grin aimed at her even now. Unmoving, the empty world looked anything but calm. The corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of the mangled soldier's corpse. Her resolve hardened. Panic would get her nowhere, but that didn't stop the emotion simmering deep within. Maintaining her mental fortitude was like trying to stop water boiling by popping the bubbles.
Time resumed, slow and gloopy - like putty.
Breathe.
Breathing was good. Breathing let her know she was alive. Perception skewed, it was her best real measure of time in her distorted reality. It was such a simple forgettable thing, something one did without thinking. Yet, the sheer normality of the action was soothing, even when chased by the clutches of death. A constant reminder that she had a chance against the unknown. If she could survive for one breath, why not two? Or three or four or five? With grim determination, Viola fought for each and every gasp of air. The beast would steal none of them away from her.
The cogs in her mind turned, manufacturing ideas, tactics, strategies. Like clockwork, her defence was precise. Mechanical. Multiple disjointed actions culminating into a masterpiece. Her immortal game.
With a subtle jerk of her head, Viola’s trapped sword wedged deeper into Pennywise's maw, leaving torn flaps of skin either side of Its jaw. It gritted Its teeth, sprouting claws. A harsh cacophony of time-diluted scrapes crashing throughout Viola's skull as the talons etched into the azure handle, shattering the solidified mana into a bright burst of blue polygons.
Viola took a small step to the side. The fountain was no longer at her back.
Its back cracked, hips twisting impossibly to the side as It to cartwheeled to Its feet, pirouetting gracefully on Its good leg to avoid a telegraphed thrust from her remaining blade.
Running some calculations in her mind, Viola kept the sword close to her foe, sidestepping again.
Dealing with the immediate threat, Pennywise hissed, gurgling out of Its broken mouth. Predictably, it lunged for the handle, aiming to procure her last notable defence. It wasn't close enough to reach her before the blade, had It chosen a more direct path of aggression.
The sword swivelled, pulling away at the last moment and thrusting back, penetrating Its damaged shoulder with a burst of force.
Instantly, Viola began channelling her magic, still moving sideways.
One.
Pennywise staggered, the blade jerked with a grotesque pop.
Two.
It roared, dilute red-orange fluid spraying from Its mouth. Frantically, claws sliced through the air, wrapping around the hit and jerking it free. The sword flicked up sharply, snapping tendons and rancid flesh. Pennywise's hand closed tightly, crushing it, shattering the weapon into fleeting shards.
Three.
A long gangly arm fell to the ground with a dull thud, trailing dead black smog. A monstrous head snapped towards Viola, neck cracking, body twisting to follow. It stalked forward. "Playtime is-"
Four.
"-over, kiddo," It growled, voice rumbling, towering over her. Her heart thudded hard enough that she felt like it was bouncing up her throat. She pacified the fear as best as she could, breathing. It was not going to get what It wanted.
Claws, left shoulder.
With a flash, Viola stepped backwards. Two new swords taking her place, parrying Pennywise's strike, counter-attacking by rotating out of their protective X.
Hissing, It recoiled, barely avoiding the lacerations.
Still clutching her stump, gritting her teeth against the pain, Viola bravely strode forward, blades spinning ahead of her like angled sawmills in a shallow V; Pennywise was next on the chopping block.
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The swords whirred, rhythmic ripples oscillated through the air, converging into a reverberating dissonance. The clown reeled, forced back.
Had It been paying attention to her manoeuvres, It would realise it was trapped. Sandwiched between the deadly azure assault and the fountain.
Faint breaths escaped Viola's lips. Her head bobbled. Dizzy. Short on blood, she pressed her attack.
Shark teeth grated over the sharp blade, tearing its point further away from the clown's churning flesh as It held the weapon like a pirate. Flopping like fish mouths, the lips of Its purulent wounds puckered, asymmetrically flapping back and forth, never quite closing shut.
Her trapped weapon rattled, clattering against the clown's skull as she tried to dislodge it. It prowled forward, unstoppable. "SoooOOo ffff-feisty." Pennywise giggled, voice erratically rising and falling in pitch. Many black wisps floated from Its lips as her sword scratched the edges of Its mouth.
Freezing time to a standstill, Viola hesitated, although no one but her would ever know. Had she been able to move, violent shivers would have harassed her spine. She'd fought the clown back, she'd hurt it, yet it kept pushing forward as if nothing had happened. Its torturously menacing grin aimed at her even now. Unmoving, the empty world looked anything but calm. The corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of the mangled soldier's corpse. Her resolve hardened. Panic would get her nowhere, but that didn't stop the emotion simmering deep within. Maintaining her mental fortitude was like trying to stop water boiling by popping the bubbles.
Time resumed, slow and gloopy - like putty.
Breathe.
Breathing was good. Breathing let her know she was alive. Perception skewed, it was her best real measure of time in her distorted reality. It was such a simple forgettable thing, something one did without thinking. Yet, the sheer normality of the action was soothing, even when chased by the clutches of death. A constant reminder that she had a chance against the unknown. If she could survive for one breath, why not two? Or three or four or five? With grim determination, Viola fought for each and every gasp of air. The beast would steal none of them away from her.
The cogs in her mind turned, manufacturing ideas, tactics, strategies. Like clockwork, her defence was precise. Mechanical. Multiple disjointed actions culminating into a masterpiece. Her immortal game.
With a subtle jerk of her head, Viola’s trapped sword wedged deeper into Pennywise's maw, leaving torn flaps of skin either side of Its jaw. It gritted Its teeth, sprouting claws. A harsh cacophony of time-diluted scrapes crashing throughout Viola's skull as the talons etched into the azure handle, shattering the solidified mana into a bright burst of blue polygons.
Viola took a small step to the side. The fountain was no longer at her back.
Its back cracked, hips twisting impossibly to the side as It to cartwheeled to Its feet, pirouetting gracefully on Its good leg to avoid a telegraphed thrust from her remaining blade.
Running some calculations in her mind, Viola kept the sword close to her foe, sidestepping again.
Dealing with the immediate threat, Pennywise hissed, gurgling out of Its broken mouth. Predictably, it lunged for the handle, aiming to procure her last notable defence. It wasn't close enough to reach her before the blade, had It chosen a more direct path of aggression.
The sword swivelled, pulling away at the last moment and thrusting back, penetrating Its damaged shoulder with a burst of force.
Instantly, Viola began channelling her magic, still moving sideways.
One.
Pennywise staggered, the blade jerked with a grotesque pop.
Two.
It roared, dilute red-orange fluid spraying from Its mouth. Frantically, claws sliced through the air, wrapping around the hit and jerking it free. The sword flicked up sharply, snapping tendons and rancid flesh. Pennywise's hand closed tightly, crushing it, shattering the weapon into fleeting shards.
Three.
A long gangly arm fell to the ground with a dull thud, trailing dead black smog. A monstrous head snapped towards Viola, neck cracking, body twisting to follow. It stalked forward. "Playtime is-"
Four.
"-over, kiddo," It growled, voice rumbling, towering over her. Her heart thudded hard enough that she felt like it was bouncing up her throat. She pacified the fear as best as she could, breathing. It was not going to get what It wanted.
Claws, left shoulder.
With a flash, Viola stepped backwards. Two new swords taking her place, parrying Pennywise's strike, counter-attacking by rotating out of their protective X.
Hissing, It recoiled, barely avoiding the lacerations.
Still clutching her stump, gritting her teeth against the pain, Viola bravely strode forward, blades spinning ahead of her like angled sawmills in a shallow V; Pennywise was next on the chopping block.
Bvtvtvtvtvt...
The swords whirred, rhythmic ripples oscillated through the air, converging into a reverberating dissonance. The clown reeled, forced back.
Had It been paying attention to her manoeuvres, It would realise it was trapped. Sandwiched between the deadly azure assault and the fountain.
Faint breaths escaped Viola's lips. Her head bobbled. Dizzy. Short on blood, she pressed her attack.
Quote:800 words. Viola hacks off Pennywise's weakened arm, loses her swords, then gets new swords and goes all General Grevious on It (because spinny swords).