06-24-2018, 08:45 PM
The darkness of the woods was wiped away in a flash of green light, a massive shockwave washing out from Jack’s ring. The trees swayed as the energy flowed over them, dirt and foliage swept along its path. The gerudo warrior slammed into a nearby tree as the wave continued to pound into her, pinning her in place. The viridian light died with the blast wave, darkness besetting them once again.
Falling to the ground, she landed in a kneel, her hands still firmly wrapped around her weapons. She wiped her cheek, and then looked down to see a streak of blood on the back of her hand. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she growled to herself with a wicked smile.
Her blades swirled around her and she leapt into the air, and she landed with a flourish a few meters away from her target. Jack’s hands fumbled as he focused to call his firearm back into existence, backing away nervously as the gerudo sprinted to close the distance. Her blade hissed as it whipped down towards his head, but he managed to tuck and roll out of its path, white light flashing out as sparks jumped from place where the scimitar hit the ground.
She swirled her other hand in a follow up, the very edge catching Jack’s shirt as he leapt backwards. She spun the steel between her fingers and grinned at the boy as he slowly began to circle, the light of his ring flickering with untempered power. “To be given a weapon with no idea how to use it,” she hissed mockingly, “is a mockery of the weapon. The weapon is only an extension of the self, even more so with a Power Ring. You possess an untested soul, child. You have on your finger one of the greatest blessings this or any other universe has ever known.” Her swords snaked into a fighting position, and she narrowed her eyes. “And you disgrace it.”
She bound forward once again, just as Jack’s weapon materialized in his hand. The revolver barked, but its shot ricocheted off the surface of the dancing blade that danced around her. Her target bound off into the dense tree cover as she came closer, trusting his feet and the obstruction to give him an advantage for his next shot.
Again she took to the air, a pirouette of metal and fluttering cloth, ending with the sharp blade slicing through the overhead branches as she descended towards him. He gasped and pulled the trigger, one of his attacks finally finding their mark on her hip. Her trajectory was thrown off and she tumbled into the undergrowth, only to spring to her feet.
Smoke rolled from just above her left leg, but only a few burns persisted. “Even your constructs are weak. If a member of the Sinestro Corps had struck me in such a way, this fight would be over. But that?” She cackled menacingly. “That was nothing. Because you are nothing.”
With a slash a small sapling fell, forcing Jack to step out of its path. She was there, waiting for him when his foot landed. He stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding a rising strike, and threw himself to his back when a horizontal one followed it.
He fell to his back, hands propping him up to sit. He lifted his weapon one last time, both hands supporting it, fingers trembling. She wasn’t there when he pulled the trigger, a green bullet soaring into the night sky.
Both scimitar came down in a scissor, catching his wrists between them. His hands fell to the ground, and the gun dissolved into nothingness as he stared on in disbelief and horror. A boot to his face sent the nightmarish vision into blackness, Jack blissfully no longer having to contemplate the amputation of both of his hands.
With a grin, she stooped down and plucked his palm up, turning it left and right, observing the glint of the Oan metal wrapped around his finger. She slid the ring off of it, and then threw the boy’s hand into his lap.
“Perhaps you’ll be worth fighting next time we meet,” she spat, and then turned and disappeared once again into the night.
Falling to the ground, she landed in a kneel, her hands still firmly wrapped around her weapons. She wiped her cheek, and then looked down to see a streak of blood on the back of her hand. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she growled to herself with a wicked smile.
Her blades swirled around her and she leapt into the air, and she landed with a flourish a few meters away from her target. Jack’s hands fumbled as he focused to call his firearm back into existence, backing away nervously as the gerudo sprinted to close the distance. Her blade hissed as it whipped down towards his head, but he managed to tuck and roll out of its path, white light flashing out as sparks jumped from place where the scimitar hit the ground.
She swirled her other hand in a follow up, the very edge catching Jack’s shirt as he leapt backwards. She spun the steel between her fingers and grinned at the boy as he slowly began to circle, the light of his ring flickering with untempered power. “To be given a weapon with no idea how to use it,” she hissed mockingly, “is a mockery of the weapon. The weapon is only an extension of the self, even more so with a Power Ring. You possess an untested soul, child. You have on your finger one of the greatest blessings this or any other universe has ever known.” Her swords snaked into a fighting position, and she narrowed her eyes. “And you disgrace it.”
She bound forward once again, just as Jack’s weapon materialized in his hand. The revolver barked, but its shot ricocheted off the surface of the dancing blade that danced around her. Her target bound off into the dense tree cover as she came closer, trusting his feet and the obstruction to give him an advantage for his next shot.
Again she took to the air, a pirouette of metal and fluttering cloth, ending with the sharp blade slicing through the overhead branches as she descended towards him. He gasped and pulled the trigger, one of his attacks finally finding their mark on her hip. Her trajectory was thrown off and she tumbled into the undergrowth, only to spring to her feet.
Smoke rolled from just above her left leg, but only a few burns persisted. “Even your constructs are weak. If a member of the Sinestro Corps had struck me in such a way, this fight would be over. But that?” She cackled menacingly. “That was nothing. Because you are nothing.”
With a slash a small sapling fell, forcing Jack to step out of its path. She was there, waiting for him when his foot landed. He stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding a rising strike, and threw himself to his back when a horizontal one followed it.
He fell to his back, hands propping him up to sit. He lifted his weapon one last time, both hands supporting it, fingers trembling. She wasn’t there when he pulled the trigger, a green bullet soaring into the night sky.
Both scimitar came down in a scissor, catching his wrists between them. His hands fell to the ground, and the gun dissolved into nothingness as he stared on in disbelief and horror. A boot to his face sent the nightmarish vision into blackness, Jack blissfully no longer having to contemplate the amputation of both of his hands.
With a grin, she stooped down and plucked his palm up, turning it left and right, observing the glint of the Oan metal wrapped around his finger. She slid the ring off of it, and then threw the boy’s hand into his lap.
“Perhaps you’ll be worth fighting next time we meet,” she spat, and then turned and disappeared once again into the night.