07-27-2018, 10:40 AM
Shantotto winced, her arm stump throbbing as the nerves adjusted to the shock of having been severed so violently. It seemed that she had been mostly forgotten by the other combatants, both a blessing and an insult to her good name. On top of that, her partner had dared to bare Its teeth at the tarutaru! Her blood boiled at the very thought, righteous rage nearly overriding the mind-numbing terror that came with being almost devoured.
But, that certainly wasn’t the only item on her long list of grievances. The mousy mage mourned the state of her valuable black robes, ruined again! Saliva from the Macroverse monster, mingled with the sticky blood that poured from her wounds, created an absolutely unholy mess that smelled of the underworld itself. No amount of laundering could fix that. While the state of her clothing could be overlooked for the moment, she would definitely be having Words with Pennywise later on.
Wrinkling her nose against the vile situation, Shantotto steeled herself for the coming battle by surveying their opponents, her tactician’s mind whirring. Jason Voorhees and Handsome Jack. Some partners those two were! Jason had so gracefully given aid to his partner in the form of a machete stab wound, a true show of solidarity if Shantotto had ever seen one. This fight just seemed less and less like a two versus two match-- truthfully, it had become more akin to an outright free-for-all.
The heiress of the Shantotto family looked down upon her weapon. Her once glorious staff was cracked, damaged, and overall useless to her now. Discarding it with disdain, the mage limped silently to one of the gnarled trees and rested against it, lamenting her ill fortune.
Shantotto breathed deeply, struggling to keep a grip on her sanity in this showdown of horrors. Fatigue forced her to sag against the tree trunk, rough bark digging into her skin. There was too much going on, too much damage scattered about her petite frame. She couldn’t focus.
“A bit of space is what I need, to rest up to finish the deed,” she muttered. A heartbeat later, a ring of black energy swelled up from the ground around her, shrouding her in magical safety.
Efficient as always, Shantotto quickly began working to reduce the strain on her body. She couldn’t even use her dimensional break at the moment, let alone chainspell. She needed time to replenish her reserves of power; hopefully her energy shroud would afford her that.
Locked from view of Its tasty morsel, Pennywise was left alone, facing off against Jason and the downed Handsome Jack in the forest’s shade. The clown had faded back to Its usual circus wear, though Its face was still elongated, distinctly lupine in appearance.
“OOOOH, Jack be nimble… Jack be quick!” Pennywise’s sinisterly sing-song voice echoed through the trees, Its arms swaying merrily with each step.
“Jack jumped over a CANDLESTICK!” A wickedly-clawed hand reached out, snatching the severely hurt Hyperion leader’s leg in a vice-like grip.
“Ow, what the f-uuuck…” Handsome Jack’s voice cut off as the Monster of Derry swung the man around like a ragdoll, slamming him into Jason with a bone-breaking thud.
Jason’s deadset glare never even wavered as the man was used as a human maul. The puny hunter was but a gnat, his real prey was this clownish abomination who seemed intent on opposing him. Reaching down, Jason withdrew his machete from Jack, either unconscious or dead at this point.
Shantotto’s wall of darkness subsided into nothingness, and behind it stood the tarutaru, poised for battle, another strip of her precious robes used as a makeshift tourniquet for her stump arm. Her remaining arm gripped a brand new stardust rod, fire in her eyes as she turned her gaze towards the limp man on the ground.
“On this day you shall come to rue… biting off more than you can chew!” She spat out venomously as a vacuum collected above Jack, exploding brilliantly and dousing the man in angry liquid flames. If there was any doubt in the minds of those present that Jack was still alive, it was quickly doused by the resulting corpse left amid smoldering ash.
Pointing her stardust rod at Jason, Shantotto prepared to scorch him into a cinder, but was interrupted by… clapping?
“Ya know, this is why it’s good to be me,” Handsome Jack’s annoying voice rang out, startling the tarutaru into nearly dropping her weapon. “Gotta love a good ol’ Digi Jack!”
“I just sent you to the abyss! You dare tell me my spell did miss?” Shantotto’s anger was palpable as she glared at the man, enraged by the cocky grin on his peculiar face.
Jack shrugged, still grinning, his yellow Hyperion shotgun resting upon his shoulders. “Listen here, sugartits. I’ll deal with you and your… clown-thing later, after this jackass says hello to my one hump thump! Or was it one pump thump...?”
His maniacal grin widened as he pulled the trigger, sending a cone of fiery rounds at Jason. “Oho, the money shot!”
But, that certainly wasn’t the only item on her long list of grievances. The mousy mage mourned the state of her valuable black robes, ruined again! Saliva from the Macroverse monster, mingled with the sticky blood that poured from her wounds, created an absolutely unholy mess that smelled of the underworld itself. No amount of laundering could fix that. While the state of her clothing could be overlooked for the moment, she would definitely be having Words with Pennywise later on.
Wrinkling her nose against the vile situation, Shantotto steeled herself for the coming battle by surveying their opponents, her tactician’s mind whirring. Jason Voorhees and Handsome Jack. Some partners those two were! Jason had so gracefully given aid to his partner in the form of a machete stab wound, a true show of solidarity if Shantotto had ever seen one. This fight just seemed less and less like a two versus two match-- truthfully, it had become more akin to an outright free-for-all.
The heiress of the Shantotto family looked down upon her weapon. Her once glorious staff was cracked, damaged, and overall useless to her now. Discarding it with disdain, the mage limped silently to one of the gnarled trees and rested against it, lamenting her ill fortune.
Shantotto breathed deeply, struggling to keep a grip on her sanity in this showdown of horrors. Fatigue forced her to sag against the tree trunk, rough bark digging into her skin. There was too much going on, too much damage scattered about her petite frame. She couldn’t focus.
“A bit of space is what I need, to rest up to finish the deed,” she muttered. A heartbeat later, a ring of black energy swelled up from the ground around her, shrouding her in magical safety.
Efficient as always, Shantotto quickly began working to reduce the strain on her body. She couldn’t even use her dimensional break at the moment, let alone chainspell. She needed time to replenish her reserves of power; hopefully her energy shroud would afford her that.
Locked from view of Its tasty morsel, Pennywise was left alone, facing off against Jason and the downed Handsome Jack in the forest’s shade. The clown had faded back to Its usual circus wear, though Its face was still elongated, distinctly lupine in appearance.
“OOOOH, Jack be nimble… Jack be quick!” Pennywise’s sinisterly sing-song voice echoed through the trees, Its arms swaying merrily with each step.
“Jack jumped over a CANDLESTICK!” A wickedly-clawed hand reached out, snatching the severely hurt Hyperion leader’s leg in a vice-like grip.
“Ow, what the f-uuuck…” Handsome Jack’s voice cut off as the Monster of Derry swung the man around like a ragdoll, slamming him into Jason with a bone-breaking thud.
Jason’s deadset glare never even wavered as the man was used as a human maul. The puny hunter was but a gnat, his real prey was this clownish abomination who seemed intent on opposing him. Reaching down, Jason withdrew his machete from Jack, either unconscious or dead at this point.
Shantotto’s wall of darkness subsided into nothingness, and behind it stood the tarutaru, poised for battle, another strip of her precious robes used as a makeshift tourniquet for her stump arm. Her remaining arm gripped a brand new stardust rod, fire in her eyes as she turned her gaze towards the limp man on the ground.
“On this day you shall come to rue… biting off more than you can chew!” She spat out venomously as a vacuum collected above Jack, exploding brilliantly and dousing the man in angry liquid flames. If there was any doubt in the minds of those present that Jack was still alive, it was quickly doused by the resulting corpse left amid smoldering ash.
Pointing her stardust rod at Jason, Shantotto prepared to scorch him into a cinder, but was interrupted by… clapping?
“Ya know, this is why it’s good to be me,” Handsome Jack’s annoying voice rang out, startling the tarutaru into nearly dropping her weapon. “Gotta love a good ol’ Digi Jack!”
“I just sent you to the abyss! You dare tell me my spell did miss?” Shantotto’s anger was palpable as she glared at the man, enraged by the cocky grin on his peculiar face.
Jack shrugged, still grinning, his yellow Hyperion shotgun resting upon his shoulders. “Listen here, sugartits. I’ll deal with you and your… clown-thing later, after this jackass says hello to my one hump thump! Or was it one pump thump...?”
His maniacal grin widened as he pulled the trigger, sending a cone of fiery rounds at Jason. “Oho, the money shot!”
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