02-16-2018, 06:56 AM
A demon, an old… enemy? Friend? Rival?... and a man of the church with a wild grin that somehow scared her more than either of them, as she looked back. The man raved of demons, mutants and heretics…
Weiss looked down at her own hand with a chilling realization, as she noticed the white, boney coating adorning her hands like some sick imitation of opera gloves. “I-I’m not a…” Weiss tried to defend herself, panic seeping into her brain as she realized just who he meant by “Demon.”.
No matter how she stuttered, though, she couldn’t find a retort to leave her lips. Hadn’t she just nearly vaporized Keldor out of convenience? And with the steadily racing, bone-white growth on her body…
The apostle’s stare felt hot, burning hot to Weiss as his eyes bored into her, as though daring her to make that false claim, and her throat felt dry and parched as she looked back. The man took another step forward, and the experienced huntress’s hand immediately drew her rapier, even as the Church-goer reached into his coat.
“Don’t come any closer.” Weiss growled in a reverberating, inhuman voice, her widened eyes changing into a sharp glare in an instant.
She’d been beaten, stabbed, abused,imprisoned, twisted into a monster against her own will, and forced to live apart from the girl she loved, and after all of this, all of this, she’d still worked her hardest to fight for the happiness and safety of the people of the Omniverse. Even when she’d been forced to work with types like Skeletor and Kopaka, she’d kept true to her own morals, and saved an entire area of the world from Nebula’s corruption.
But because she was a ‘demon’, a damnation given unwillingly that was entirely unappreciated, this… bastard wanted to judge her?
The huntress’s vision turned red as she looked the man up and down, her rage increasing as the unfairness of the situation crushed into her. This one, and every single one before it. And for that matter, she was standing back to back with the man that had violently beaten her, left her broken and bloodied and lost, not so long ago. A being that needed no reason for meaningless violence.
No. She wasn’t in the wrong, here. It was clear as soon as someone took a step back. The tall, scarred man had just immediately judged her for what she was, and had already made up his mind about what to do. This Kuzuru was a freak only interested in slaughter, and Okor was just happy to see a chance to do battle again. All of them dangerous maniacs. All of them threats to the fragile society she’d just put her heart and soul into protecting.
Weiss was still a huntress… and it was still her job to eliminate these sorts of threats, with violent force, if necessary.
And right now? It felt pretty damn necessary.
A flash of silver shined to her right, and Weiss’s hand shot out, a small shard of red energy intercepting the bayonet in a brilliant explosion, as Weiss charged the older fighter, rapier in hand.
“Try it, then!”
Weiss looked down at her own hand with a chilling realization, as she noticed the white, boney coating adorning her hands like some sick imitation of opera gloves. “I-I’m not a…” Weiss tried to defend herself, panic seeping into her brain as she realized just who he meant by “Demon.”.
No matter how she stuttered, though, she couldn’t find a retort to leave her lips. Hadn’t she just nearly vaporized Keldor out of convenience? And with the steadily racing, bone-white growth on her body…
The apostle’s stare felt hot, burning hot to Weiss as his eyes bored into her, as though daring her to make that false claim, and her throat felt dry and parched as she looked back. The man took another step forward, and the experienced huntress’s hand immediately drew her rapier, even as the Church-goer reached into his coat.
“Don’t come any closer.” Weiss growled in a reverberating, inhuman voice, her widened eyes changing into a sharp glare in an instant.
She’d been beaten, stabbed, abused,imprisoned, twisted into a monster against her own will, and forced to live apart from the girl she loved, and after all of this, all of this, she’d still worked her hardest to fight for the happiness and safety of the people of the Omniverse. Even when she’d been forced to work with types like Skeletor and Kopaka, she’d kept true to her own morals, and saved an entire area of the world from Nebula’s corruption.
But because she was a ‘demon’, a damnation given unwillingly that was entirely unappreciated, this… bastard wanted to judge her?
The huntress’s vision turned red as she looked the man up and down, her rage increasing as the unfairness of the situation crushed into her. This one, and every single one before it. And for that matter, she was standing back to back with the man that had violently beaten her, left her broken and bloodied and lost, not so long ago. A being that needed no reason for meaningless violence.
No. She wasn’t in the wrong, here. It was clear as soon as someone took a step back. The tall, scarred man had just immediately judged her for what she was, and had already made up his mind about what to do. This Kuzuru was a freak only interested in slaughter, and Okor was just happy to see a chance to do battle again. All of them dangerous maniacs. All of them threats to the fragile society she’d just put her heart and soul into protecting.
Weiss was still a huntress… and it was still her job to eliminate these sorts of threats, with violent force, if necessary.
And right now? It felt pretty damn necessary.
A flash of silver shined to her right, and Weiss’s hand shot out, a small shard of red energy intercepting the bayonet in a brilliant explosion, as Weiss charged the older fighter, rapier in hand.
“Try it, then!”
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