03-12-2018, 10:20 AM
Agony! The blade punching through the top of Its mouth was pure agony, wedged somewhere between the soft cartilage of Its nose and the bony ridge beneath Its left eye socket. Yet, the creature knew that It could not deliberate on such a vile, disgusting, hated sensation for too long.
Black blood darker than even a puddle under moonlight drifted up from the wound in a fibrous, veiny cloud, partially obscuring Its vision, but It was still spatially aware. Its back was turned towards the fountain, the trickling streams cycling in flashes of silver and sewage green against a plane of burning white. The girl stood across from It, her missing arm dripping blood and her dress shredded. Despite her ragged appearance, she had It trapped. Cornered!
It was at a disadvantage. It had not counted on the girl being so... Was 'strong' the right word? Perhaps. She was certainly strong in some ways— Its body had the painful marks to prove it— and yet so very weak in others. This knowledge was what made Its clawed fingers curl and beckon, Its grin widen, false skin writhing as It tried, tried to—
Deep within Its deadlights, a tiny, fiery hiccup sent ripples of life energy outward, prompting Its body to quake with an unearthly shiver. The creature clutched at Its skull with Its one remaining hand, claws scrabbling and wrapping around the embedded blade, but the thrice-damned thing refused to be dislodged. It was a truly frightful sight to behold, too, for while the blade was surely painful to Pennywise as the creature tugged at it, it also happened to be stuck in a very precise and surprisingly nonlethal area. Finally, It slumped a bit, apparently having given up on this course of action.
Viola waited. Her heart was pounding faster than hooves over a racetrack on derby day. She watched as It slouched forward, her hand upraised, tiny fingers trembling with slight exertion. She glared, too, just for good measure; her cold expression would've been enough to put a sweeter, more human soul six feet under. One ruby red eye, one a cool turquoise, and both filled with equal hate. She was prepared to sever this creature's connection to life and would have no reason to regret doing such a thing.
Her other blades had fallen by the wayside, floating absently in the air at her sides like a fleet of long, glistening blue starships, only the one lodged in the beast's skull holding her complete attention for the sake of efficiency. She had to conserve her energy, after all, and just the one would surely do.
Suddenly, disaster! The girl wavered on her feet. Only slightly, but enough for It to immediately take notice, a streak of lightning strike knowledge flashing inside Its insidious brain.
Weak. Every one of Its instincts sang a merry ditty, the gentle sway of Viola's weight and the sheet-white pallor of her cheeks outlined in red, underlined, and lit up like a neon sign with a dozen exclamation points: Weak! Weak! She's weak!
Blood loss really was a terrible thing.
The creature lunged, one clawed hand managing to clip the girl's forehead and leave a deep, dark, and awfully bloody gash. Viola stumbled backward, stricken, mouth gaping open in shock, and promptly crumpled to the ground, her aether-blades erupting into a shower of blue-violet sparks around her fallen form. She barely had the time to cry out in pain before the clown-shaped terror was upon her, Its face a curious and disturbing mixture of red, white, and fragmented purple as the blade lodged inside Its head burst into fractals of crystalline light.
"S-stay b-b-back," she ground out, then fell mostly quiet as the creature's gloved palm settled over her throat, wickedly curved claws gouging lines of red into her neck. Cold and silky skin pressed down on her windpipe, feeling almost scaly— no, reptilian to her addled brain. Viola's remaining hand batted weakly at the arm, tugging on the ruffles of Its sleeve, her eyes and nose streaming, throat clicking uselessly as she tried to speak around the crushing pressure.
It bent forward, rows and rows of glinting, silvery teeth revealing themselves with achingly slow progress, prepared to seal around the entirety of her skull and sever her head from her shoulders. Viola turned her face away as best as she could, shuddering as one of Its long talons tickled over her carotid artery—
A static crackle like the crunch of an aluminum soda can pierced the silence. "Reinforcements imminent."
Pennywise paused. Its jaws diminished in the horribleness of their stretched proportions, closing until Its red-painted mouth was only slightly distended by the bulging shape of Its teeth. Turning Its head, the creature regarded the body of the dead Stormtrooper. Then, with an instinctive snarl curling Its mouth, It looked at what lay beyond all that.
Viola sucked in a greedy breath as the pressure on her throat lessened, coughing around the marrow-deep bruises she surely had. She squinted up at the narrow sliver of the clown's expression that she could see, noting with a purely scientific interest that Its pupils had flattened and stretched into a bar-like shape, like a goat or some other hoofed prey animal. Confusion and near-asphyxiation clouding her brain, Viola looked to the blindingly bright horizon as well.
Several shapes (or perhaps only one?) were able to be distinguished from the white of the Nexus, their forms shifting against the landscape.
Moving closer.
Black blood darker than even a puddle under moonlight drifted up from the wound in a fibrous, veiny cloud, partially obscuring Its vision, but It was still spatially aware. Its back was turned towards the fountain, the trickling streams cycling in flashes of silver and sewage green against a plane of burning white. The girl stood across from It, her missing arm dripping blood and her dress shredded. Despite her ragged appearance, she had It trapped. Cornered!
It was at a disadvantage. It had not counted on the girl being so... Was 'strong' the right word? Perhaps. She was certainly strong in some ways— Its body had the painful marks to prove it— and yet so very weak in others. This knowledge was what made Its clawed fingers curl and beckon, Its grin widen, false skin writhing as It tried, tried to—
Deep within Its deadlights, a tiny, fiery hiccup sent ripples of life energy outward, prompting Its body to quake with an unearthly shiver. The creature clutched at Its skull with Its one remaining hand, claws scrabbling and wrapping around the embedded blade, but the thrice-damned thing refused to be dislodged. It was a truly frightful sight to behold, too, for while the blade was surely painful to Pennywise as the creature tugged at it, it also happened to be stuck in a very precise and surprisingly nonlethal area. Finally, It slumped a bit, apparently having given up on this course of action.
Viola waited. Her heart was pounding faster than hooves over a racetrack on derby day. She watched as It slouched forward, her hand upraised, tiny fingers trembling with slight exertion. She glared, too, just for good measure; her cold expression would've been enough to put a sweeter, more human soul six feet under. One ruby red eye, one a cool turquoise, and both filled with equal hate. She was prepared to sever this creature's connection to life and would have no reason to regret doing such a thing.
Her other blades had fallen by the wayside, floating absently in the air at her sides like a fleet of long, glistening blue starships, only the one lodged in the beast's skull holding her complete attention for the sake of efficiency. She had to conserve her energy, after all, and just the one would surely do.
Suddenly, disaster! The girl wavered on her feet. Only slightly, but enough for It to immediately take notice, a streak of lightning strike knowledge flashing inside Its insidious brain.
Weak. Every one of Its instincts sang a merry ditty, the gentle sway of Viola's weight and the sheet-white pallor of her cheeks outlined in red, underlined, and lit up like a neon sign with a dozen exclamation points: Weak! Weak! She's weak!
Blood loss really was a terrible thing.
The creature lunged, one clawed hand managing to clip the girl's forehead and leave a deep, dark, and awfully bloody gash. Viola stumbled backward, stricken, mouth gaping open in shock, and promptly crumpled to the ground, her aether-blades erupting into a shower of blue-violet sparks around her fallen form. She barely had the time to cry out in pain before the clown-shaped terror was upon her, Its face a curious and disturbing mixture of red, white, and fragmented purple as the blade lodged inside Its head burst into fractals of crystalline light.
"S-stay b-b-back," she ground out, then fell mostly quiet as the creature's gloved palm settled over her throat, wickedly curved claws gouging lines of red into her neck. Cold and silky skin pressed down on her windpipe, feeling almost scaly— no, reptilian to her addled brain. Viola's remaining hand batted weakly at the arm, tugging on the ruffles of Its sleeve, her eyes and nose streaming, throat clicking uselessly as she tried to speak around the crushing pressure.
It bent forward, rows and rows of glinting, silvery teeth revealing themselves with achingly slow progress, prepared to seal around the entirety of her skull and sever her head from her shoulders. Viola turned her face away as best as she could, shuddering as one of Its long talons tickled over her carotid artery—
A static crackle like the crunch of an aluminum soda can pierced the silence. "Reinforcements imminent."
Pennywise paused. Its jaws diminished in the horribleness of their stretched proportions, closing until Its red-painted mouth was only slightly distended by the bulging shape of Its teeth. Turning Its head, the creature regarded the body of the dead Stormtrooper. Then, with an instinctive snarl curling Its mouth, It looked at what lay beyond all that.
Viola sucked in a greedy breath as the pressure on her throat lessened, coughing around the marrow-deep bruises she surely had. She squinted up at the narrow sliver of the clown's expression that she could see, noting with a purely scientific interest that Its pupils had flattened and stretched into a bar-like shape, like a goat or some other hoofed prey animal. Confusion and near-asphyxiation clouding her brain, Viola looked to the blindingly bright horizon as well.
Several shapes (or perhaps only one?) were able to be distinguished from the white of the Nexus, their forms shifting against the landscape.
Moving closer.
Quote:Viola is still alive. I was given notice that Kopaka is intent on pursuing Pennywise's bounty, so here we are. Great fight, Viola!
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