06-13-2018, 06:57 PM
Violet stood to one side of the imposing Zedd on their corner of the arena, her hazy blue eyes taking in the two pathetic creatures they were given as competition. One was a small…mouse thing, barely the size of a toddler, and their partner…well, their partner was some twisted version of a clown. He stank of shit and sulfur, and the creepy way he looked at them sent goosebumps racing down her arms. This guy was definitely not one to invite to a kid’s party.
“Zedd,” Violet glanced over at him, slightly unnerved that she couldn’t really perceive his expression through the full face mask he sported. “I’m going to need that staff of yours.”
Hesitant, Zedd held it out for her, and she took it with barely a nod of acknowledgement. “Be ready, I’m going to show these kids who the boss of this playground is.”
With that witty quip, Violet stepped forward, her ki rising within her. The scars that pocked her flesh flared white, like tiny suns beneath her skin. She could feel the rush of energy slowly making its way through her body, branching into her chest, her throat, her skull. An inhuman growl trickled from her throat as the twin stars that were her eyes fixated on the clown and his partner.
Leather boots barely made more than an ominous thump against the cement arena as she launched herself forward, Zedd’s staff positioned expertly within her hands in front of her. It was nothing more than a glorified bo staff, albeit a little more weighted at one end than the other. It didn’t matter; she quickly acclimated to the anomaly and sent the heavier end sweeping towards the clown’s ankles.
To her surprise, it deftly bounced back, avoiding her attack, their grating laughter trailing after it. The toddler-like companion moved from its companion’s shoulder to the arena ground, careful to keep her distance. Violet paid no mind to such a weak creature, and instead focused on the monster before her.
Seconds stretched into longer moments as they glared at each other. “Underneath that tender skin, I bet I would find such a sweet treat within,” the thing smacked its lips, drool weeping from its gruesome maw.
“You don’t scare me, clown.” Violet swirled the staff within her hand, ready for whatever came next. She had barely begun to read this creature, to study his movements. It all seemed so random, so unpredictable. “I’ve seen things far worse than you, friend.”
His face lit up, mouth curling upwards in an impish grin. “Have you?”
“You have no idea,” Violet launched herself at him, the bottom of the staff sweeping outwards for a split second, then the top half coming in to smack the clown in its simpering face. It let out a groan as it was caught off-guard, but quickly recovered, one clawed hand jutting out to swipe across her stomach.
The pain was immediate, but she squelched it down. Blood was hot and fresh as it welled in the marks left behind, trickling languidly in thick, red rivulets down her abdomen. She glanced down to assess the damage, a mistake. The smaller creature she’d foolishly ignored made herself known as bolts of lightning came falling from the sky, striking both Violet and her partner.
Zedd staggered while Violet fell, the staff skittering across the arena floor. Her partner, fortunately, was close enough to grab his weapon and get to work on his opponents. Bounding back to her feet, she gave some distance between herself, the clown, the rat thing, and her partner.
Violet closed her eyes, arms crossing over her chest and reached out with her energy, letting it encompass her and spill over the arena floor in a wave of black smoke. The sounds of metal on flesh reverberated throughout the stage, and she soaked that in, the sounds helping her home in on her targets. The clown, its partner, and hers exuded their own signatures within her head as the energy poured over them, creating little blips within her mind’s eye.
Her feet rooted in place, feeling the solidness of the ground, her energy becoming one with it as it snaked through the crevices, reaching for the little blips. Coils of black smoke curled around their feet, tightening, and she let loose. The shock travelled quickly across the arena towards its targets, striking them true, and knocking them off their feet. The satisfying thumps of bodies making contact with the cement caused a smirk to spread across her face as her eyes opened and quickly found her victims.
More surprised than anything, the glared back at her. The move was a distraction, and she knew she’d made her presence known.
Respect, she thought, was not something given, but earned. She’d earn their respect, one way or another. As her body recovered, the black smoke recoiling back within her, she hoped they all realized she was not here to play games. They were obstacles between her and her prey, and nothing more.
“Zedd,” Violet glanced over at him, slightly unnerved that she couldn’t really perceive his expression through the full face mask he sported. “I’m going to need that staff of yours.”
Hesitant, Zedd held it out for her, and she took it with barely a nod of acknowledgement. “Be ready, I’m going to show these kids who the boss of this playground is.”
With that witty quip, Violet stepped forward, her ki rising within her. The scars that pocked her flesh flared white, like tiny suns beneath her skin. She could feel the rush of energy slowly making its way through her body, branching into her chest, her throat, her skull. An inhuman growl trickled from her throat as the twin stars that were her eyes fixated on the clown and his partner.
Leather boots barely made more than an ominous thump against the cement arena as she launched herself forward, Zedd’s staff positioned expertly within her hands in front of her. It was nothing more than a glorified bo staff, albeit a little more weighted at one end than the other. It didn’t matter; she quickly acclimated to the anomaly and sent the heavier end sweeping towards the clown’s ankles.
To her surprise, it deftly bounced back, avoiding her attack, their grating laughter trailing after it. The toddler-like companion moved from its companion’s shoulder to the arena ground, careful to keep her distance. Violet paid no mind to such a weak creature, and instead focused on the monster before her.
Seconds stretched into longer moments as they glared at each other. “Underneath that tender skin, I bet I would find such a sweet treat within,” the thing smacked its lips, drool weeping from its gruesome maw.
“You don’t scare me, clown.” Violet swirled the staff within her hand, ready for whatever came next. She had barely begun to read this creature, to study his movements. It all seemed so random, so unpredictable. “I’ve seen things far worse than you, friend.”
His face lit up, mouth curling upwards in an impish grin. “Have you?”
“You have no idea,” Violet launched herself at him, the bottom of the staff sweeping outwards for a split second, then the top half coming in to smack the clown in its simpering face. It let out a groan as it was caught off-guard, but quickly recovered, one clawed hand jutting out to swipe across her stomach.
The pain was immediate, but she squelched it down. Blood was hot and fresh as it welled in the marks left behind, trickling languidly in thick, red rivulets down her abdomen. She glanced down to assess the damage, a mistake. The smaller creature she’d foolishly ignored made herself known as bolts of lightning came falling from the sky, striking both Violet and her partner.
Zedd staggered while Violet fell, the staff skittering across the arena floor. Her partner, fortunately, was close enough to grab his weapon and get to work on his opponents. Bounding back to her feet, she gave some distance between herself, the clown, the rat thing, and her partner.
Violet closed her eyes, arms crossing over her chest and reached out with her energy, letting it encompass her and spill over the arena floor in a wave of black smoke. The sounds of metal on flesh reverberated throughout the stage, and she soaked that in, the sounds helping her home in on her targets. The clown, its partner, and hers exuded their own signatures within her head as the energy poured over them, creating little blips within her mind’s eye.
Her feet rooted in place, feeling the solidness of the ground, her energy becoming one with it as it snaked through the crevices, reaching for the little blips. Coils of black smoke curled around their feet, tightening, and she let loose. The shock travelled quickly across the arena towards its targets, striking them true, and knocking them off their feet. The satisfying thumps of bodies making contact with the cement caused a smirk to spread across her face as her eyes opened and quickly found her victims.
More surprised than anything, the glared back at her. The move was a distraction, and she knew she’d made her presence known.
Respect, she thought, was not something given, but earned. She’d earn their respect, one way or another. As her body recovered, the black smoke recoiling back within her, she hoped they all realized she was not here to play games. They were obstacles between her and her prey, and nothing more.
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