02-19-2018, 08:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-19-2018, 08:36 PM by Weiss Schnee.)
The battlefield was already covered in more blood and discarded weapons than any skirmish had a right to create, more than anyone would expect from a battle between two people. Amongst the blood and muck, thorns grew, feeding on the fallen blood of the deranged priest, the solemn vegetation creating a living picture frame, with the silver figure of the grinning priest, and his shining blades, as its sole subjects.
The corrupted huntress rolled back just in time, flipping towards the ground just as Anderson’s blades would have cut through her all-too-vulnerable neck, and grabbing hard into the mud. The huntress’s white outfit was covered in brown and red as she got back up. Rubbing the blood from her cheek, she realized her dodge wasn’t quite as good as she’d thought.
She’d fought through much worse. And she’d never felt so ready to do so, even as Anderson’s merciless assault continued with gusto. Weiss blocked a flurry of slashes and stabs, the larger man using reach and raw power to keep Weiss from returning any of the harsh blows, driving her back. The Schnee heiress jumped back blindly, and that proved to be a mistake, for she was stopped by a mass of brambles and thorns catching her and bouncing her back like gruesome strips of barbed wire. Weiss spared only a half second to look back, as she noticed the brambles had grown into a gruesome cage around them, leaving her no more room to run. Even the ground itself had grown to reflect Anderson’s twisted vision, as the blood and filth from the battlefield was consumed in favor of twisted brambles and the smooth stone of a cathedral.
Anderson was quick to notice the sudden, unintentional advantage Weiss’s failed flight had given him, and the corrupted huntress had barely managed to get back on her feet before the silver trails of a bayonet flurry threatened to cut her to ribbons. Myrtenaster’s blade flashed, blocking the bayonets she couldn’t dodge, but the new cuts she had along the side of her legs, and the very deep, bleeding gash to her shoulder showed her own trailing stamina.
She saw Anderson barreling in right afterwards, and for half a second, she considered just letting this end here… within a minute of fighting this crazed priest, everything already hurt.
Then, her anger finally had time to kick in, and she brought her blade back up with a sharp glare.
“Don’t feed me that!” Weiss snapped. “All I’ve heard since I've got here are people telling me how who they are or what someone else is justifies their actions! And you know what? I have a job too!”
Weiss slammed Myrtenaster forward, throwing her weight into a harsh lunge that caught Anderson’s chest mid-charge. The regenerator attempted to step forward, opening his mouth to say something, but he had failed to notice the crimson glow wrapping the blade. The flame dust exploded, and the father’s massive frame was launched back a distance twice his considerable height.
“I’ve had to kill people for the sake of it. I’m a huntress. The first line of defence.”
Weiss punctuated the shrieking with a quick quartet of slashes, firing streaking, curving bullets of ice at the Reverend’s sides before he had time to catch his breath. His bayonets flashed in his hands, blocking the strikes, but Weiss used the time he spent blocking the ice shots from his left and right to fire a small, red bolt of energy down the middle, catching him by surprise and sending him back into the mud.
Anderson wasn’t about to let this one stop him, though, springing back up before Weiss could say a word. A larger bayonet glittered with whatever passed for sunlight in this dream realm, and recognizing this weapon from earlier, Weiss’s outline blurred as she rushed the burly vampire hunter before he had a chance to throw the blade. Myrtenaster glowed with a faint yellow aura as she parried the exploding bayonet with a blast of sound dust, the vibrations destabilizing the sensitive explosives and causing the blade to explode in Anderson’s hand.
The brambles around them turned cold as a chill wind formed around them, the thorns starting to wilt as the smooth stone that was formed around their circle started to freeze over with ice.
“I never once enjoyed it. I did my duty solemnly, respectfully. You’re enjoying this.” Weiss spat, thrusting Myrtenaster towards Anderson’s head. The larger man, despite the recent attacks, caught the weapon with his palm in a scene reminiscent of earlier.
Weiss wasn’t caught off-guard this time, though, and she’d had a lot of time since her battle with Okor to think about how to deal with regenerators. Setting one hand on the back of the pommel, she pushed and twisted her blade downwards, stabbing it - along with Alexander Anderson’s palm - into the earth beneath them, forcefully dragging the man to the ground.
“Hurting someone, even someone like you? I’m not having fun doing this. This is torture someone as twisted as you couldn’t understand!”
Weiss couldn’t help but growl lightly, as she smashed his grizzled face with a knee, rocking the man for just a couple seconds. She was mildly surprised to see his glasses refuse to break after that.
The brambles around them began to collapse under their own weight, and the weight of the ice forming on them, transforming from a wall of brilliant thorns to an icy field of crystallized flowers.
The huntress held up a hand, a globe of red energy forming in front of his hands.
“So I’m going to finish this stupid, meaningless battle as quickly as humanly possible.”
Weiss’s voice crept to a lower tone, as her tirade ended.
“Cero.”
With one word, the orb expanded to a crimson blaze, bathing the spot where Anderson had been with a cylindrical blast of burning energy.
The corrupted huntress rolled back just in time, flipping towards the ground just as Anderson’s blades would have cut through her all-too-vulnerable neck, and grabbing hard into the mud. The huntress’s white outfit was covered in brown and red as she got back up. Rubbing the blood from her cheek, she realized her dodge wasn’t quite as good as she’d thought.
She’d fought through much worse. And she’d never felt so ready to do so, even as Anderson’s merciless assault continued with gusto. Weiss blocked a flurry of slashes and stabs, the larger man using reach and raw power to keep Weiss from returning any of the harsh blows, driving her back. The Schnee heiress jumped back blindly, and that proved to be a mistake, for she was stopped by a mass of brambles and thorns catching her and bouncing her back like gruesome strips of barbed wire. Weiss spared only a half second to look back, as she noticed the brambles had grown into a gruesome cage around them, leaving her no more room to run. Even the ground itself had grown to reflect Anderson’s twisted vision, as the blood and filth from the battlefield was consumed in favor of twisted brambles and the smooth stone of a cathedral.
Anderson was quick to notice the sudden, unintentional advantage Weiss’s failed flight had given him, and the corrupted huntress had barely managed to get back on her feet before the silver trails of a bayonet flurry threatened to cut her to ribbons. Myrtenaster’s blade flashed, blocking the bayonets she couldn’t dodge, but the new cuts she had along the side of her legs, and the very deep, bleeding gash to her shoulder showed her own trailing stamina.
She saw Anderson barreling in right afterwards, and for half a second, she considered just letting this end here… within a minute of fighting this crazed priest, everything already hurt.
Then, her anger finally had time to kick in, and she brought her blade back up with a sharp glare.
“Don’t feed me that!” Weiss snapped. “All I’ve heard since I've got here are people telling me how who they are or what someone else is justifies their actions! And you know what? I have a job too!”
Weiss slammed Myrtenaster forward, throwing her weight into a harsh lunge that caught Anderson’s chest mid-charge. The regenerator attempted to step forward, opening his mouth to say something, but he had failed to notice the crimson glow wrapping the blade. The flame dust exploded, and the father’s massive frame was launched back a distance twice his considerable height.
“I’ve had to kill people for the sake of it. I’m a huntress. The first line of defence.”
Weiss punctuated the shrieking with a quick quartet of slashes, firing streaking, curving bullets of ice at the Reverend’s sides before he had time to catch his breath. His bayonets flashed in his hands, blocking the strikes, but Weiss used the time he spent blocking the ice shots from his left and right to fire a small, red bolt of energy down the middle, catching him by surprise and sending him back into the mud.
Anderson wasn’t about to let this one stop him, though, springing back up before Weiss could say a word. A larger bayonet glittered with whatever passed for sunlight in this dream realm, and recognizing this weapon from earlier, Weiss’s outline blurred as she rushed the burly vampire hunter before he had a chance to throw the blade. Myrtenaster glowed with a faint yellow aura as she parried the exploding bayonet with a blast of sound dust, the vibrations destabilizing the sensitive explosives and causing the blade to explode in Anderson’s hand.
The brambles around them turned cold as a chill wind formed around them, the thorns starting to wilt as the smooth stone that was formed around their circle started to freeze over with ice.
“I never once enjoyed it. I did my duty solemnly, respectfully. You’re enjoying this.” Weiss spat, thrusting Myrtenaster towards Anderson’s head. The larger man, despite the recent attacks, caught the weapon with his palm in a scene reminiscent of earlier.
Weiss wasn’t caught off-guard this time, though, and she’d had a lot of time since her battle with Okor to think about how to deal with regenerators. Setting one hand on the back of the pommel, she pushed and twisted her blade downwards, stabbing it - along with Alexander Anderson’s palm - into the earth beneath them, forcefully dragging the man to the ground.
“Hurting someone, even someone like you? I’m not having fun doing this. This is torture someone as twisted as you couldn’t understand!”
Weiss couldn’t help but growl lightly, as she smashed his grizzled face with a knee, rocking the man for just a couple seconds. She was mildly surprised to see his glasses refuse to break after that.
The brambles around them began to collapse under their own weight, and the weight of the ice forming on them, transforming from a wall of brilliant thorns to an icy field of crystallized flowers.
The huntress held up a hand, a globe of red energy forming in front of his hands.
“So I’m going to finish this stupid, meaningless battle as quickly as humanly possible.”
Weiss’s voice crept to a lower tone, as her tirade ended.
“Cero.”
With one word, the orb expanded to a crimson blaze, bathing the spot where Anderson had been with a cylindrical blast of burning energy.
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Weiss gets a bunch of cuts from Anderson doing the stabby stabby and the slashy slashy with his pointy pointies
She also falls in some brambles because she doesn't watch where she's going and has a pretty serious gash due to skipping her knife safety courses.
Anderson failed to remember which part was the pointy one and got stabbed, and then gets sent back really far because red means stop.
He then gets slapped in the face with a stop sign bullet, gets stabbed in the hand because of his religious belief that getting stabbed in the palm is A-ok.
He was informed it was not okay by getting his hand attached firmly to the ground and then getting a big blast of Spanish language to the face.
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