06-17-2018, 10:36 AM
Zedd's bolt of lightning struck true, the crackling miasma of electrical might sending Pennywise careening backward across the arena. It landed in a tangle of unnaturally contorted limbs, black smoke sizzling as it rose from the creature’s still form.
Giving her shoulders an experimental roll, Violet turned to face the pint-sized mage, Zedd standing alongside her with his z-staff pointed squarely at Shantotto. It was almost funny, this little mouse standing to face a pair of much taller, much stronger primes.
Violet stared coolly at her. She decided to make one final, merciful offer: “Give up.”
Anger flashed in Shantotto’s eyes. Despite the sticky blood painting one side of her face, she still managed to assume a spectacularly regal stance, her black robes rippling silently around her frame.
“If you truly think I would ever surrender, you certainly won’t live to enjoy the victor’s splendour.”
A peal of insane laughter came from above. The clown was upon Violet before she could truly comprehend what was happening, her brain screaming as she was unceremoniously slammed to the ground.
The woman’s head reeled, vision filled by the gaudy orange pompoms lining the front of Pennywise’s costume. It was like being hurled into the heat of a dog fight: blood and saliva spewing every which way, raining down like acid upon her exposed skin; hot breath beating down over her face in waves of sulfuric stench; jaws flashing like strings of pearls as they snapped scant inches from her nose.
Violet’s hands flew up to defend herself, catching onto either side of the beast’s gaping maw. The monstrous clown’s gullet was lined with hundreds, possibly thousands of sharp teeth; they curved inward like a lamprey’s, more erupting from Its gums with each passing second. Dozens of spiny fangs sank into the meat of her palms, warm trickles of red beginning to mix with the thing’s disgusting drool already sliding down her wrists.
Her own blood almost seemed fake. It might have been unreal, like paint used in a low budget horror movie, if not for the agonized tremors that wracked her arms.
The woman grit her teeth at the pain, muscles straining from the effort of keeping those wide jaws from moving. If they budged down even an inch they would surely decapitate her. Fortunately, while not gifted with the same armor-like constitution as Zedd, Violet could match strength with strength. She just needed to hold on a little while longer… until her partner realized her plight and deigned to help, that is.
Unfortunately, help seemed to be a long time coming. Violet could see Zedd out of the corner of her eye, his exposed cranium still bleeding sluggishly from Pennywise’s savage assault. He was rather occupied with kicking the little rat around the arena and getting battered with blasts of magic for his troubles.
That settled it, then. She would have to handle this on her own.
To her dismay, the creature’s cavernous maw began to stretch, the spines of Its teeth rippling out like butterfly wings on either side of her body. The serrated edges of Its jaws jutted as far downward as Violet’s deathgrip on the thing’s cheek muscles would allow, gnashing endlessly and grinding against the stone.
Violet’s abdominal muscles clenched from fear as Pennywise’s tongue lashed out, the deep gouges curving along her stomach burning anew. The worm-like appendage dribbled a pinkish mixture of spit and lifeblood as it trailed an icy-cold, grotesquely wet line down her cheek... As if the beast was already imagining what her flesh would taste like.
“ARE YOU AFRAID NOW, GIRL?” The nightmarish voice seemed to gurgle from somewhere deep within the gaping black chasm above her, sibilant whispers bubbling up like sewer water from a backed-up pipe.
For a moment, she actually considered the question. Was she afraid? The fear of being killed was strong, but it was nothing in comparison to the primal terror that filled her at the idea of being eaten. For that was exactly what It intended to do-- eat her. And It wanted her to be alive and screaming the entire time.
But she didn’t consider that real fear. Any trepidation she felt was purely chemical, a physical reaction to visual stimuli. It was instinct, bone-deep and ingrained into her evolutionary tree ever since her first ancestors had looked at something with entirely too many teeth and thought, Oh, no.
Her answer, then, was simple.
Loosening her grip on the edge of Pennywise’s jaw, one hand coming away streaked with dark scarlet blood, Violet looked at the monstrous being bearing down on her. Her fingers stretched experimentally, nerves stinging and exhaustion weighing down on her mind. Her hand hovered there, just for a second-- long enough for Violet to catch sight of one venomous yellow eye, stark-pupilled and staring back at her hungrily.
“No.”
Incandescent ki flared outward from her palm, illuminating every twisting, pulsating, alien organ that inhabited the cosmic devourer’s clown-shaped form.
Violet’s world exploded.
Giving her shoulders an experimental roll, Violet turned to face the pint-sized mage, Zedd standing alongside her with his z-staff pointed squarely at Shantotto. It was almost funny, this little mouse standing to face a pair of much taller, much stronger primes.
Violet stared coolly at her. She decided to make one final, merciful offer: “Give up.”
Anger flashed in Shantotto’s eyes. Despite the sticky blood painting one side of her face, she still managed to assume a spectacularly regal stance, her black robes rippling silently around her frame.
“If you truly think I would ever surrender, you certainly won’t live to enjoy the victor’s splendour.”
A peal of insane laughter came from above. The clown was upon Violet before she could truly comprehend what was happening, her brain screaming as she was unceremoniously slammed to the ground.
The woman’s head reeled, vision filled by the gaudy orange pompoms lining the front of Pennywise’s costume. It was like being hurled into the heat of a dog fight: blood and saliva spewing every which way, raining down like acid upon her exposed skin; hot breath beating down over her face in waves of sulfuric stench; jaws flashing like strings of pearls as they snapped scant inches from her nose.
Violet’s hands flew up to defend herself, catching onto either side of the beast’s gaping maw. The monstrous clown’s gullet was lined with hundreds, possibly thousands of sharp teeth; they curved inward like a lamprey’s, more erupting from Its gums with each passing second. Dozens of spiny fangs sank into the meat of her palms, warm trickles of red beginning to mix with the thing’s disgusting drool already sliding down her wrists.
Her own blood almost seemed fake. It might have been unreal, like paint used in a low budget horror movie, if not for the agonized tremors that wracked her arms.
The woman grit her teeth at the pain, muscles straining from the effort of keeping those wide jaws from moving. If they budged down even an inch they would surely decapitate her. Fortunately, while not gifted with the same armor-like constitution as Zedd, Violet could match strength with strength. She just needed to hold on a little while longer… until her partner realized her plight and deigned to help, that is.
Unfortunately, help seemed to be a long time coming. Violet could see Zedd out of the corner of her eye, his exposed cranium still bleeding sluggishly from Pennywise’s savage assault. He was rather occupied with kicking the little rat around the arena and getting battered with blasts of magic for his troubles.
That settled it, then. She would have to handle this on her own.
To her dismay, the creature’s cavernous maw began to stretch, the spines of Its teeth rippling out like butterfly wings on either side of her body. The serrated edges of Its jaws jutted as far downward as Violet’s deathgrip on the thing’s cheek muscles would allow, gnashing endlessly and grinding against the stone.
Violet’s abdominal muscles clenched from fear as Pennywise’s tongue lashed out, the deep gouges curving along her stomach burning anew. The worm-like appendage dribbled a pinkish mixture of spit and lifeblood as it trailed an icy-cold, grotesquely wet line down her cheek... As if the beast was already imagining what her flesh would taste like.
“ARE YOU AFRAID NOW, GIRL?” The nightmarish voice seemed to gurgle from somewhere deep within the gaping black chasm above her, sibilant whispers bubbling up like sewer water from a backed-up pipe.
For a moment, she actually considered the question. Was she afraid? The fear of being killed was strong, but it was nothing in comparison to the primal terror that filled her at the idea of being eaten. For that was exactly what It intended to do-- eat her. And It wanted her to be alive and screaming the entire time.
But she didn’t consider that real fear. Any trepidation she felt was purely chemical, a physical reaction to visual stimuli. It was instinct, bone-deep and ingrained into her evolutionary tree ever since her first ancestors had looked at something with entirely too many teeth and thought, Oh, no.
Her answer, then, was simple.
Loosening her grip on the edge of Pennywise’s jaw, one hand coming away streaked with dark scarlet blood, Violet looked at the monstrous being bearing down on her. Her fingers stretched experimentally, nerves stinging and exhaustion weighing down on her mind. Her hand hovered there, just for a second-- long enough for Violet to catch sight of one venomous yellow eye, stark-pupilled and staring back at her hungrily.
“No.”
Incandescent ki flared outward from her palm, illuminating every twisting, pulsating, alien organ that inhabited the cosmic devourer’s clown-shaped form.
Violet’s world exploded.
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