06-22-2018, 03:33 PM
There is always a strong satisfaction with a job well done. Looking across the burning buildings, elation fills my body. Dead and dying lie strewn across the streets, many of which still bears the signs of my handiwork, though my forces were rather thorough with the rest. Shame really, watching others do the killing just isn’t the same.
*tick tick chatter*
“My my. That sounds like survivors,” I gloat loudly, already heading towards the noise. “I hope they don’t think they can hide in this alley over here. I would hate to destroy their last sanctuary, after all.”
Slowly rounding the corner of the burning house, I reach behind my back and draw the blackened steel dagger, letting it glint wickedly in the firelight. There, standing defiantly in the center of the alley was a small boy, surely no more than ten, though at least he had enough sense to have a scrap piece of wood. Watching his knuckles grow white from gripping that board, his black eyes burn with hatred as he glares back at me.
“Run,” He says softly. “I’ll hold him off.”
A younger girl bolts from a small niche in the wall. Ah, a hero. I can’t help but grin as I stroll forward, rolling my beloved dagger along my knuckles as I approach. Killing a hero is always a true pleasure, one worth savoring.
The boy's eyes start growing darker, the black iris expanding out across his eyes with crimson streaks dancing and pulsating throughout. His small body shakes as he grips the wood tighter. Blood starting to drip from the bottom of the plank hits the dirt floor as our eyes finally meet.
“Why,” The boy asks softly, his voice shaking almost as much as his body. “Why did you side with them? Why did you kill my family!?”
“Oh, do you hate me, little boy? You really shouldn’t take it personally, you know. After all, I only really did it for the fun of it.”
I know all too well that my glee was practically dripping off my tongue, though I really wouldn’t have it any other way. Seeing the fire spark across his eyes is always worth it. Watching him forget about death, forget about hope, forget about escape… And seeing that roaring hatred directed towards me.
Not bothering to hold back my trembling excitement, I gently raise my hand and curl my finger. As if on cue, the boy charges forward, the board held high and screaming. Such a thrill…
Stepping out of the alley, I casually wipe the blood from my dagger before tossing the soiled rag back over my shoulder. Loud footsteps signaled the coming of my lieutenant, long before he came into sight. I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t assigned him for stealth.
A hairy blue brute steps out and around a house, his snout raised into the air a moment before noticing me. His thin pronged tail sways gently behind him as he approaches, causing small tremors through the ground with each hooved step he takes. Crossing his tree trunk of an arm over his chest he tilts his massive horned head towards the west, the girl just now passing out of sight.
“My Lord, what shall we do about the girl?” He rumbles.
“Let her go. She’s clearly heading to Koro. Let them know I’m coming.” Butterflies well up in my gut as I think of their faces, a small chuckle manages to escape my lips before I school myself to silence once more.
“As Lord Taloc wishes.”
Taloc bolts upright, looking around wildly. Smooth metallic walls, white fabric, two people in long gowns, sterile smell. Hospital.
‘Right, I just lost a match…’
The two people, nurses most likely, rush forward, trying to calm him down before he does something rash, just to be met by an outstretched hand. “It's ok… I’m sorry to have startled you. Just… A bad dream. At least… I hope it was a dream...”
The nurses look at each other before nodding, one turning to leave. The other comes closer, reaching forward and taking Taloc’s outstretched arm and feeling it in several areas. “It’s alright dear,” she says softly. “After a fight like you just had its no real surprise that it jogged something loose. You were good as dead when you were brought into here, don’t ya know. Lucky you, we have the very best of care. Got you all patched up, good as new!”
Taloc looks down as she releases his arm. Sure enough, even his clothes seemed to be patched up. No pain whatsoever. His jaw goes slack as he starts feeling his chest, causing the nurse to chuckle.
“You’re free to go whenever you wish, dearie,” She says happily. “The doorway is right over there and to the left. Oh, and before I forget, a girl came in a few moments ago asking after you. Purple hair, quiet sort. Said she’d wait for you at the park. If you follow the signs, you really can’t miss it.”
With one last smile, she bows slightly and leaves the room. Taloc sits there a moment, trying to comprehend what all he had just heard. Probably would’ve been easier if he had enough time to look around this facility before being warped away into a fight. Seriously, one second Hayaidesu was there in front of him, somehow having gotten here before him, and the next he was thrown up against some kind of demonic strength.
That thought gave him pause as a faint memory drifts back to him. An assault on a demon fortress… Getting beaten senseless by the first grunt to bother facing off against them… That Bandit had strength similar to what he had faced off against back then… Maybe, just maybe, this Omniverse was a blessing in disguise.
‘If I can get stronger, there’s a good chance I can actually face off against them when I go back. Maybe there’s more to what I can do than to just die for my…’
The dream flashes before his eyes once more before he pushes it away. ‘There’s no point in thinking about any of that if I can’t do anything about it yet.’
Swinging his legs off the bed, Taloc stands up and checks himself over. Weapons, cloak, even his mask was on his hip once more. With a small sigh, he pulls his mask free and secured it across his face once more, already feeling a bit more comfortable with this strange world. The only thing left to do is to find Hayaidesu. Probably should find Makoto as well. If they are to continue through this tournament, it would be wise to start working out a few plans.
Already lost in thought, Taloc leaves the medical ward and heads towards the park.
*tick tick chatter*
“My my. That sounds like survivors,” I gloat loudly, already heading towards the noise. “I hope they don’t think they can hide in this alley over here. I would hate to destroy their last sanctuary, after all.”
Slowly rounding the corner of the burning house, I reach behind my back and draw the blackened steel dagger, letting it glint wickedly in the firelight. There, standing defiantly in the center of the alley was a small boy, surely no more than ten, though at least he had enough sense to have a scrap piece of wood. Watching his knuckles grow white from gripping that board, his black eyes burn with hatred as he glares back at me.
“Run,” He says softly. “I’ll hold him off.”
A younger girl bolts from a small niche in the wall. Ah, a hero. I can’t help but grin as I stroll forward, rolling my beloved dagger along my knuckles as I approach. Killing a hero is always a true pleasure, one worth savoring.
The boy's eyes start growing darker, the black iris expanding out across his eyes with crimson streaks dancing and pulsating throughout. His small body shakes as he grips the wood tighter. Blood starting to drip from the bottom of the plank hits the dirt floor as our eyes finally meet.
“Why,” The boy asks softly, his voice shaking almost as much as his body. “Why did you side with them? Why did you kill my family!?”
“Oh, do you hate me, little boy? You really shouldn’t take it personally, you know. After all, I only really did it for the fun of it.”
I know all too well that my glee was practically dripping off my tongue, though I really wouldn’t have it any other way. Seeing the fire spark across his eyes is always worth it. Watching him forget about death, forget about hope, forget about escape… And seeing that roaring hatred directed towards me.
Not bothering to hold back my trembling excitement, I gently raise my hand and curl my finger. As if on cue, the boy charges forward, the board held high and screaming. Such a thrill…
Stepping out of the alley, I casually wipe the blood from my dagger before tossing the soiled rag back over my shoulder. Loud footsteps signaled the coming of my lieutenant, long before he came into sight. I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t assigned him for stealth.
A hairy blue brute steps out and around a house, his snout raised into the air a moment before noticing me. His thin pronged tail sways gently behind him as he approaches, causing small tremors through the ground with each hooved step he takes. Crossing his tree trunk of an arm over his chest he tilts his massive horned head towards the west, the girl just now passing out of sight.
“My Lord, what shall we do about the girl?” He rumbles.
“Let her go. She’s clearly heading to Koro. Let them know I’m coming.” Butterflies well up in my gut as I think of their faces, a small chuckle manages to escape my lips before I school myself to silence once more.
“As Lord Taloc wishes.”
Taloc bolts upright, looking around wildly. Smooth metallic walls, white fabric, two people in long gowns, sterile smell. Hospital.
‘Right, I just lost a match…’
The two people, nurses most likely, rush forward, trying to calm him down before he does something rash, just to be met by an outstretched hand. “It's ok… I’m sorry to have startled you. Just… A bad dream. At least… I hope it was a dream...”
The nurses look at each other before nodding, one turning to leave. The other comes closer, reaching forward and taking Taloc’s outstretched arm and feeling it in several areas. “It’s alright dear,” she says softly. “After a fight like you just had its no real surprise that it jogged something loose. You were good as dead when you were brought into here, don’t ya know. Lucky you, we have the very best of care. Got you all patched up, good as new!”
Taloc looks down as she releases his arm. Sure enough, even his clothes seemed to be patched up. No pain whatsoever. His jaw goes slack as he starts feeling his chest, causing the nurse to chuckle.
“You’re free to go whenever you wish, dearie,” She says happily. “The doorway is right over there and to the left. Oh, and before I forget, a girl came in a few moments ago asking after you. Purple hair, quiet sort. Said she’d wait for you at the park. If you follow the signs, you really can’t miss it.”
With one last smile, she bows slightly and leaves the room. Taloc sits there a moment, trying to comprehend what all he had just heard. Probably would’ve been easier if he had enough time to look around this facility before being warped away into a fight. Seriously, one second Hayaidesu was there in front of him, somehow having gotten here before him, and the next he was thrown up against some kind of demonic strength.
That thought gave him pause as a faint memory drifts back to him. An assault on a demon fortress… Getting beaten senseless by the first grunt to bother facing off against them… That Bandit had strength similar to what he had faced off against back then… Maybe, just maybe, this Omniverse was a blessing in disguise.
‘If I can get stronger, there’s a good chance I can actually face off against them when I go back. Maybe there’s more to what I can do than to just die for my…’
The dream flashes before his eyes once more before he pushes it away. ‘There’s no point in thinking about any of that if I can’t do anything about it yet.’
Swinging his legs off the bed, Taloc stands up and checks himself over. Weapons, cloak, even his mask was on his hip once more. With a small sigh, he pulls his mask free and secured it across his face once more, already feeling a bit more comfortable with this strange world. The only thing left to do is to find Hayaidesu. Probably should find Makoto as well. If they are to continue through this tournament, it would be wise to start working out a few plans.
Already lost in thought, Taloc leaves the medical ward and heads towards the park.
In battle it is important to keep a sharp blade
But it is by far more important to keep a sharp mind.
But it is by far more important to keep a sharp mind.