03-13-2018, 04:16 AM
Weiss and Okor stood on either side of a steaming battlefield, the fire and ice mixing together. A moment that lasted both a heartbeat and an eternity.
The burning-man, a twisted mass of bones and fire and an all-encompassing appetite for destruction.A force of nature Weiss had never faced the like of before.
She had no time to plan, not against as cautious an adversary as Okor Paleblood. The mask upon her face cracked, and the right half of her face was revealed to the world as the mask’s power started to reach its limits.Weiss’s revealed face showed no wince, no pangs of anxiety, no attempt to avert her eyes.
This would end in the next moment, and Weiss refused to lose. She needed to win this battle, and not for survival’s sake.
She needed to show him.
Weiss pointed her blade forward, towards the corrupt wildfire. Her movement was slow, pronounced, as she inched forward, blade drawn, waiting to see any errant twitch from her opponent. The ice around the dreamworld followed, steam rising as the flame fought the chill, and soon the color and brightness of the two warriors faded to black silhouettes within a thick veil of dense mist.
The huntress charged for the bright, black wildfire in the mist, the burning man, and charged, twisting her body for the expected bullet.
To her surprise, it didn’t come. She found herself stabbing into, not Okor, but simply a blazing fire, and the surprise nearly caused her to trip into a fiery bonfire - The Death Guard was evidently no stranger to traps. A large, armored shape beside her blazed with flame, and Weiss brought Myrtenaster up blind to block a strike she could barely see.
The mist was briefly parted, as a bright conflagration blew the fog away from the scene. Weiss struggled with both hands to hold back Okor’s blade, the Sword glowing bright orange with the blaze of it’s master.
“This world cannot be saved. Not for the few who are worthy of living within it. Surely, after fighting these… irritants, you see the truth of my words, Weiss-”
Okor’s words were cut off by a harsh shove from Weiss’s own corner, not enough to knock the Plague marine over, but enough to send him backwards and break the deadlock.
“I don’t believe that for a minute.” Weiss snapped, before rolling back into the mist, Cloaking herself. Relaxing, she relied, not on her eyes, but on her more recent, and ethereal senses, before grinning.
Her thoughts went back to her team, before she’d become part of the omniverse, and all this madness had started. Their absence had stabbed deeply into her psyche, leaving her feeling depressed and alone in this twisted world.
But as the mist concealed her movements once more, and she struck for Okor’s back, she could feel them with her. Blake, her elusive friend, an ex-terrorist who had forged herself into a force for justice.
She was the one who had taught Weiss how to utilize obscurity. To strike from the shadows, and to target vital points. It was this that let her strike Okor from every angle, without revealing herself for more than a heartbeat, a black blur Attacking from every angle.
The Schnee Heiress could only manage to get away with that for so long before an armoured fist connected squarely with her jaw, and her world went spinning for a second. It wasn’t her first time feeling this either, though - Yang had taught Weiss how to take a punch - even one from an iron, flaming gauntlet - and get back up. Ruby’s sister had taught Weiss almost everything she knew about hand-to-hand combat, a fighting style Atlesian Aristocracy had taught her was crude and unnecessary. She’d never been so glad the blonde brawler had set her straight.
Weiss managed to pull herself up to her feet just in time to see Okor’s flames sputter and die, as his form’s strength started to die off. Weiss’s enhanced power didn’t last much longer, the mask finally breaking and exposing a face wincing in pain. It was difficult to look at Okor, as the world kept spinning, and her arm was going numb from the shock of Okor’s last attack.
To Weiss’s disbelieving eyes, though, even Okor seemed slower than usual. He brought up his pistol slowly, as his hand started to shiver. Even the Plague Marine had a breaking point, and the battle had taxed him. The last time Weiss had seen the Space marine move so slowly was…
Weiss’s eyes widened. Back in the olosseum… that was it! The injured Huntress had been incapable of taking advantage of the opening then, but now…
Weiss rushed forward, putting every bit of speed she could into her next strikes.
Ruby had taught her how to overwhelm a target with sheet speed, and while Weiss could never match the destructive capacity her scythe had given, the pinpoint accuracy she could manage with a rapier would serve just as well here. Okor went for a rough slash with his plague-borne blade, but it left only a shallow cut on the Huntress’s skin, not enough to stop Weiss as she rushed past in one swift motion.
And behind her opponent, she could see clearly now, where she had pierced the warrior’s armor earlier. She didn’t know if it was a cable connection, or simply an important part of the power armour’s construction, but as Myrtenaster struck with all the speed and mirth she could muster, the result was immediate. Okor’s knees bent, as though he was suddenly struggling under an unexpected weight.
“Again with this…”
“Yes.” Was Weiss’s curt response, before going for another attack. Myrtenaster burned red as she knocked Okor’s blade arm harshly, hearing bone splinter as the limb fell limply at the man’s side.
She knew she was burning through her aura, but as Victory was finally in sight, Weiss pressed the attack, sriking hard enough to dent and break the armor, rendering joints useless and bending it into Okor’s cursed body. In moments, the Schnee had used repeated strikes to completely transform the Armor from a protective suit of plating to a sealed coffin.
An exhausted, sweating huntress stood in front of her handi-work, waiting for Okor to try to move, or use some unseen ability she hadn’t accounted for…
Instead, the Plague marine finally, fell to his knees.
“You have… grown since our last… confrontation, Weiss.” The marine sullenly stated.
Weiss held her rapier at Okor’s throat. “Yield.”. She stated simply.
To her surprise, the response was immediate. “You wish to end this… without killing me?”
Weiss nodded slowly, in response. “It wouldn’t matter if I did kill you. We all come back. I fought for something more important.”
“Then what was… worth dying for in this… Conflict, Weiss.?”
“Because the omniverse is a terrible place. It’s filled with terrible people. But that doesn’t mean there’s nothing worth protecting here. Burning this place to the ground wouldn’t make any of this better.” Weiss’s stare was unrelenting. “All you’ll end up doing is adding to the misery that everyone ends up going through on a daily basis here. You’re not saving these people by killing them - you’re giving up on taking the hard road.”
Weiss sighed and took a deep breath, her face softening. “And honestly? You aren’t the monster everyone takes you for. There’s something human, there… even if it’s been warped. You could be part of the solution. And if I have to stop you from hurting someone in the future, and it comes to the point I kill you, I can at least say I tried to reach out.”
Weiss was about to add more, but a soft whistling through the air warned her too late of gripping chains. Steel clasped around the limbs of the Schnee heiress, and Myrtenaster fell from her grip. Stupid… she forgot about Kuzuru and Anderson entirely!
She heard Kuzuru’s chuckling from behind as she felt herself yanked back. “Awww, what a cute speech! Completely forgot about me, though, didn’t ya?” The Demon stated with a cheshire grin. “You ended up being more of a blast than I expected of some no-name, but boy are you good at letting your guard down for the sake of a heroic speech! Let me poke a few holes in that theory, though…” Kuzuru added, an organic blade sprouting from his arm as the chains slowly reeled Weiss in.
Weiss didn’t bother responding, opting to try and pull herself out of the chains, but the bindings were firm, and Weiss had lost too much strength. She was about to resign to the fate her own foolishness had brought on herself, but she was interrupted by the sound of a sudden weight lifting and the pained screaming of a demon assaulting her ears.
Wresting herself free of her chains, she turned to see a blood-soaked Anderson, having crept up behind Kuzuru. A silver bayonet was sticking through Kuzuru’s stomach, and Weiss had to guess he was responsible for saving her this time..
“Ye did nae’... think I was.. Done with ye… Devil!” Anderson’s voice rang across the battlefield.
Then, the old preacher fell forward, collapsing on the battlefield.
Weiss didn’t waste time taking advantage of the situation, and charged the Demon with a fist drawn. She was almost completely out of energy. She had no strength for blasts of energy, and Myrtenaster had fallen to the ground in some unknown location when Kuzuru’s chains had latched on, but she still had enough strength left to sucker punch Kuzuru hard enough to audibly crack his jaw. Weiss put every bit of energy she had left into a volley of hooks, and the Incarnation of Violence’s face puffed with blood and bruises before the shocked demon fell on his back.
“One… hell of a right you got.” The demon mumbled through broken teeth. “So, you gonna finish me off? Or do you see something human in me.”
Weiss crossed her arms, before walking away. “I’m not going to give you the satisfaction. Go fuck yourself.” Weiss added, noticing her own limp. Breathing was hard. Her entire body felt on fire. And yet…
A tired hand found Myrtenaster’s hilt, and sheathed the silver blade.
She was alive. She had finally found her purpose in the Omniverse. And she was ready to face the waking world again. She had found victory, and a purpose moving forward.
A small smile graced her features. It was time to stop crying, and start rebuilding.
Grass, trees, and flowers sprouted around Weiss, as the dreamscape returned to its original state of a tranquil forest, regaining its former warmth. Just as Kuzuru had first found it, but for the minor addition of snowflakes that began to fall from the sky.
The burning-man, a twisted mass of bones and fire and an all-encompassing appetite for destruction.A force of nature Weiss had never faced the like of before.
She had no time to plan, not against as cautious an adversary as Okor Paleblood. The mask upon her face cracked, and the right half of her face was revealed to the world as the mask’s power started to reach its limits.Weiss’s revealed face showed no wince, no pangs of anxiety, no attempt to avert her eyes.
This would end in the next moment, and Weiss refused to lose. She needed to win this battle, and not for survival’s sake.
She needed to show him.
Weiss pointed her blade forward, towards the corrupt wildfire. Her movement was slow, pronounced, as she inched forward, blade drawn, waiting to see any errant twitch from her opponent. The ice around the dreamworld followed, steam rising as the flame fought the chill, and soon the color and brightness of the two warriors faded to black silhouettes within a thick veil of dense mist.
The huntress charged for the bright, black wildfire in the mist, the burning man, and charged, twisting her body for the expected bullet.
To her surprise, it didn’t come. She found herself stabbing into, not Okor, but simply a blazing fire, and the surprise nearly caused her to trip into a fiery bonfire - The Death Guard was evidently no stranger to traps. A large, armored shape beside her blazed with flame, and Weiss brought Myrtenaster up blind to block a strike she could barely see.
The mist was briefly parted, as a bright conflagration blew the fog away from the scene. Weiss struggled with both hands to hold back Okor’s blade, the Sword glowing bright orange with the blaze of it’s master.
“This world cannot be saved. Not for the few who are worthy of living within it. Surely, after fighting these… irritants, you see the truth of my words, Weiss-”
Okor’s words were cut off by a harsh shove from Weiss’s own corner, not enough to knock the Plague marine over, but enough to send him backwards and break the deadlock.
“I don’t believe that for a minute.” Weiss snapped, before rolling back into the mist, Cloaking herself. Relaxing, she relied, not on her eyes, but on her more recent, and ethereal senses, before grinning.
Her thoughts went back to her team, before she’d become part of the omniverse, and all this madness had started. Their absence had stabbed deeply into her psyche, leaving her feeling depressed and alone in this twisted world.
But as the mist concealed her movements once more, and she struck for Okor’s back, she could feel them with her. Blake, her elusive friend, an ex-terrorist who had forged herself into a force for justice.
She was the one who had taught Weiss how to utilize obscurity. To strike from the shadows, and to target vital points. It was this that let her strike Okor from every angle, without revealing herself for more than a heartbeat, a black blur Attacking from every angle.
The Schnee Heiress could only manage to get away with that for so long before an armoured fist connected squarely with her jaw, and her world went spinning for a second. It wasn’t her first time feeling this either, though - Yang had taught Weiss how to take a punch - even one from an iron, flaming gauntlet - and get back up. Ruby’s sister had taught Weiss almost everything she knew about hand-to-hand combat, a fighting style Atlesian Aristocracy had taught her was crude and unnecessary. She’d never been so glad the blonde brawler had set her straight.
Weiss managed to pull herself up to her feet just in time to see Okor’s flames sputter and die, as his form’s strength started to die off. Weiss’s enhanced power didn’t last much longer, the mask finally breaking and exposing a face wincing in pain. It was difficult to look at Okor, as the world kept spinning, and her arm was going numb from the shock of Okor’s last attack.
To Weiss’s disbelieving eyes, though, even Okor seemed slower than usual. He brought up his pistol slowly, as his hand started to shiver. Even the Plague Marine had a breaking point, and the battle had taxed him. The last time Weiss had seen the Space marine move so slowly was…
Weiss’s eyes widened. Back in the olosseum… that was it! The injured Huntress had been incapable of taking advantage of the opening then, but now…
Weiss rushed forward, putting every bit of speed she could into her next strikes.
Ruby had taught her how to overwhelm a target with sheet speed, and while Weiss could never match the destructive capacity her scythe had given, the pinpoint accuracy she could manage with a rapier would serve just as well here. Okor went for a rough slash with his plague-borne blade, but it left only a shallow cut on the Huntress’s skin, not enough to stop Weiss as she rushed past in one swift motion.
And behind her opponent, she could see clearly now, where she had pierced the warrior’s armor earlier. She didn’t know if it was a cable connection, or simply an important part of the power armour’s construction, but as Myrtenaster struck with all the speed and mirth she could muster, the result was immediate. Okor’s knees bent, as though he was suddenly struggling under an unexpected weight.
“Again with this…”
“Yes.” Was Weiss’s curt response, before going for another attack. Myrtenaster burned red as she knocked Okor’s blade arm harshly, hearing bone splinter as the limb fell limply at the man’s side.
She knew she was burning through her aura, but as Victory was finally in sight, Weiss pressed the attack, sriking hard enough to dent and break the armor, rendering joints useless and bending it into Okor’s cursed body. In moments, the Schnee had used repeated strikes to completely transform the Armor from a protective suit of plating to a sealed coffin.
An exhausted, sweating huntress stood in front of her handi-work, waiting for Okor to try to move, or use some unseen ability she hadn’t accounted for…
Instead, the Plague marine finally, fell to his knees.
“You have… grown since our last… confrontation, Weiss.” The marine sullenly stated.
Weiss held her rapier at Okor’s throat. “Yield.”. She stated simply.
To her surprise, the response was immediate. “You wish to end this… without killing me?”
Weiss nodded slowly, in response. “It wouldn’t matter if I did kill you. We all come back. I fought for something more important.”
“Then what was… worth dying for in this… Conflict, Weiss.?”
“Because the omniverse is a terrible place. It’s filled with terrible people. But that doesn’t mean there’s nothing worth protecting here. Burning this place to the ground wouldn’t make any of this better.” Weiss’s stare was unrelenting. “All you’ll end up doing is adding to the misery that everyone ends up going through on a daily basis here. You’re not saving these people by killing them - you’re giving up on taking the hard road.”
Weiss sighed and took a deep breath, her face softening. “And honestly? You aren’t the monster everyone takes you for. There’s something human, there… even if it’s been warped. You could be part of the solution. And if I have to stop you from hurting someone in the future, and it comes to the point I kill you, I can at least say I tried to reach out.”
Weiss was about to add more, but a soft whistling through the air warned her too late of gripping chains. Steel clasped around the limbs of the Schnee heiress, and Myrtenaster fell from her grip. Stupid… she forgot about Kuzuru and Anderson entirely!
She heard Kuzuru’s chuckling from behind as she felt herself yanked back. “Awww, what a cute speech! Completely forgot about me, though, didn’t ya?” The Demon stated with a cheshire grin. “You ended up being more of a blast than I expected of some no-name, but boy are you good at letting your guard down for the sake of a heroic speech! Let me poke a few holes in that theory, though…” Kuzuru added, an organic blade sprouting from his arm as the chains slowly reeled Weiss in.
Weiss didn’t bother responding, opting to try and pull herself out of the chains, but the bindings were firm, and Weiss had lost too much strength. She was about to resign to the fate her own foolishness had brought on herself, but she was interrupted by the sound of a sudden weight lifting and the pained screaming of a demon assaulting her ears.
Wresting herself free of her chains, she turned to see a blood-soaked Anderson, having crept up behind Kuzuru. A silver bayonet was sticking through Kuzuru’s stomach, and Weiss had to guess he was responsible for saving her this time..
“Ye did nae’... think I was.. Done with ye… Devil!” Anderson’s voice rang across the battlefield.
Then, the old preacher fell forward, collapsing on the battlefield.
Weiss didn’t waste time taking advantage of the situation, and charged the Demon with a fist drawn. She was almost completely out of energy. She had no strength for blasts of energy, and Myrtenaster had fallen to the ground in some unknown location when Kuzuru’s chains had latched on, but she still had enough strength left to sucker punch Kuzuru hard enough to audibly crack his jaw. Weiss put every bit of energy she had left into a volley of hooks, and the Incarnation of Violence’s face puffed with blood and bruises before the shocked demon fell on his back.
“One… hell of a right you got.” The demon mumbled through broken teeth. “So, you gonna finish me off? Or do you see something human in me.”
Weiss crossed her arms, before walking away. “I’m not going to give you the satisfaction. Go fuck yourself.” Weiss added, noticing her own limp. Breathing was hard. Her entire body felt on fire. And yet…
A tired hand found Myrtenaster’s hilt, and sheathed the silver blade.
She was alive. She had finally found her purpose in the Omniverse. And she was ready to face the waking world again. She had found victory, and a purpose moving forward.
A small smile graced her features. It was time to stop crying, and start rebuilding.
Grass, trees, and flowers sprouted around Weiss, as the dreamscape returned to its original state of a tranquil forest, regaining its former warmth. Just as Kuzuru had first found it, but for the minor addition of snowflakes that began to fall from the sky.
Quote:And that's the outro post! sorry for taking so long to do this up.
For the mechnically relevant information... Okor and Kuzuru were both left alive, but neither are walking under their own power for a while. Anderson is passed out from blood loss, but he's fine too. Weiss killed no one.
Apologies for the rushed-looking post, Writing has been made very difficult for me lately as I dodge that good ol' poverty line. If an edit's asked for I will have no problem making some... Good fight, guys!
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