06-24-2015, 01:22 PM
The vivid flurry of action rushed her senses. A blurred fist sprung at the black-haired girl out of nowhere and collided, giving rise to nothing short of a devastating fall.
The weight of Caira’s heavy feet were uprooted by the consequence of motion as she was flung from the finely edged precipice that was where her life hung by a thread. Her heart leapt faster than her body could move.
THUD THUD
Her doomed fate pounded in her ears, louder than the sound of her own heartbeat as her growing silver eyes traced the color of the looming stone. Bodyweight swung her body closer, faster, more steady than the breaths she couldn’t take. The thrill of fear gripped her with the drowning flutter of air. This was it... The everlasting end.
THUD THUD
Echoing her prolonged fall was the hollow sound of broken bones – ribs to be exact – her lungs seemed to shift as the two forces grinded into one sacrificed fatality.
The gush of blood spilled as easily as a shattered glass of water and trickled with a steady roll against the gravely ground. It was with delay of her newfound skill that a few more seconds passed before she felt the chilling shiver of pain splash though her body and coil up her spine.
Smashed bone, crushed ribs. The suffering ache splintered through her body and the sensation survived with every bloodied breath. A quick reflection on her suffering-filled haze allowed Caira only to recall the movements that had caused her this agony. The air had turned gray, wind had stopped streaming through her mess of hair as she had twisted in a suspended moment before breaching the cobbled ground. She had detached from time, yet the maneuver had not saved her bones from the focus of the fall.
In exchange for the steep price of pain, she was allowed a few shuddering breaths to further her existence and her fingers slowly curled, dragging her weight from the comfort of the ground.
Dense air heaved from her choked lungs as her eyelids drew their motion in heavy sighs. Thicker than the blood streaming through her wounds, was the concrete that had slapped into her side. A grimace crippled her expression into one that hung only with despair. Somehow it worked, her head spun from the whiplash as her mind rationalized the evasion of death, a bend of time, her last resort.
A paralyzed sigh escaped her relieved body as the muscles in her arms proved useful and lifted the burden from her injury. As Caira’s knees never acquired the strength to fully stand, the battle had moved to a flee market and with a limp, she soon followed.
People, amass in every direction, smiling with sunshine as heavy clouds strolled through the sky and brought darkness to their light. At the sight of the condensed population, it now made sense to Caira why there had been so little people dwelling on their corner of the city’s grid, it hadn’t been the rush of fire that evoked the evacuation standards. The untainted smiles told her that they had no idea they were under the powerful siege of a single man.
Drained, dejected eyes combed the lively crowd but the odds were against her and her broken side throbbed as her lungs clung to every breath. Distant action grew near as fate had delivered Caira to glimpse at the deadly face paired with the arching curve of a silver blade.
“NO!” The monk screamed with every string of emotion that powered the weak muscles of her beaten body. With all her might, her helpless palm reached out as the faceless bodies swarmed past her hand.
And suddenly, her face was splattered with warm crimson rain.
The pardoned break in throng was no more, as bodiless appendages shoved her and she felt a ruthless bystander’s elbow fly into her ribs. Caira was was thrown down by the agony and lost in a cloud of crushing darkness. Feet stomped overhead as Caira crawled to the crimson colored girl.
Soft skin, cold lips.
There were no words, not one she could say to soothe the mourning crucifixion of death. This blow that Magus had landed devastated Caira’s spirit as her pain-parched lips warbled with faltering waves of emotion. In her palms, Caira held the still warm body of the murdered girl and reminded herself, This was what I was fighting for, to end those who so simply destroys life.
A helpless wail became an interlude in the timeless silence; she mourned the nameless dead as she was engulfed by Magus’s cloud. Death abolished hope, and rivaling the forlorn existence of her numbed hands was pain, the age old motivator.
A ferine expression glinted in her eyes as the silver blood on her hand clasped the one of the murdered girl’s, the two colors mixed together and Caira made a promise. “It shall not be in vain.” Only in this moment did the monk ever truly know what it meant to thirst for someone’s blood. The image played over in her head as she watched the rusted steel blade draw a drooling crimson line on the girl’s neck.
As much as her conviction was lethal, her goal suddenly became all too clear.
...
Pain scalded across TBG’s face as she fell to the weight of the crashing blow. A soundless disgust smoldered in her eyes. Magus’s tactics were nasty, but the mage himself was nothing more to her than the dirt beneath her synthetic fingernails. Frustration and rage swelled within and kept the robot standing, fighting, and thrashing, as she made her way tooth and claw through the dithering crowd.
Soon, the streets were a mess. Swarms of people buzzed between the growing distance of two combatants. TBG took this opportunity to shout commands to those panic-driven humans who still desired to live yet scrambled through the dark cloud. “Run!” she had shouted and used her blaster beam to tear down a wall, only feeding the destruction they had wrought.
Magus had left the corpse to be trampled and now stood still in the wake, gazing into the eyes of his prey. Thr crowd seemed to part around them as miasma hissed in their ears. The two stood still, enthralled by the immortal battle and between their duel of eyes, the suspense reached a climax.
His body, rigid with pain was that of a warrior’s, Magus had endured worse and wiped the sweat mixed with a trickle of his blood from his brow. There was no silence and yet they listened to each other with soundless ears. To his left, Magus heard the distinct crying of a little girl donned in purple, stranded in the chaos, she was shouting, “Mother! Mommy!”
Memories, bittersweet and alive, ached in his chest. His pride flexed with agitation as he bent reality to throw a clumped ball of static energy into the pink robot. Magus was done waiting and seized the borrowed opportunity as a foothold for his next attack. Little did he know TBG anticipated his attack and had already started a counter.
Dustrike collided amidst the calamity into another civilian, crashing violently into those caught in the fray. Despite his strategy, the ball only slid so far between the nooks before steamrolling as he weaved out of the the slowed realm of reality. They fell like bowling pins until the last of the attack’s energy surged into the fallen and burst close to TBG’s mechanized arm. She too, had entered the shadows at the last second to evade his attack but it has been too close.
Determination etched into her steel face and sharpened her robotic eyes. Her circuits smoldered with the explosion of heat, yet it was not so much that it could not complete a colorful transformation. Flashes of red and black paint could be seen across the way as TBG's arm grew into a finalized shape and she charged, rushing forward and lightly shoving the stragglers from her path.
Her batteries and power boosters were low and flashing with alerts, the robot girl was running on the brink of shut down with her fading reserves of energy, but she believed all she had left would be enough to take down the enemy. The crowd had cleared after the latest explosion, paving the way for her oncoming storm.
The weight of her biggest bazooka rested on her stance. Surprise tingled Magus’s mind as he realized she was willing to fire into the crowd. A black head bobbed from behind TBG’s veering sights. She did not let the sight persuade her. Computed pain seeped into her words, “I won’t be defeated.”
In hopes of ending this immortal battle, she raised her final weapon as it had formed from her fizzling arm. The robot held her “breath,” squinted an eye as she took aim and fired.
The weight of Caira’s heavy feet were uprooted by the consequence of motion as she was flung from the finely edged precipice that was where her life hung by a thread. Her heart leapt faster than her body could move.
THUD THUD
Her doomed fate pounded in her ears, louder than the sound of her own heartbeat as her growing silver eyes traced the color of the looming stone. Bodyweight swung her body closer, faster, more steady than the breaths she couldn’t take. The thrill of fear gripped her with the drowning flutter of air. This was it... The everlasting end.
THUD THUD
Echoing her prolonged fall was the hollow sound of broken bones – ribs to be exact – her lungs seemed to shift as the two forces grinded into one sacrificed fatality.
The gush of blood spilled as easily as a shattered glass of water and trickled with a steady roll against the gravely ground. It was with delay of her newfound skill that a few more seconds passed before she felt the chilling shiver of pain splash though her body and coil up her spine.
Smashed bone, crushed ribs. The suffering ache splintered through her body and the sensation survived with every bloodied breath. A quick reflection on her suffering-filled haze allowed Caira only to recall the movements that had caused her this agony. The air had turned gray, wind had stopped streaming through her mess of hair as she had twisted in a suspended moment before breaching the cobbled ground. She had detached from time, yet the maneuver had not saved her bones from the focus of the fall.
In exchange for the steep price of pain, she was allowed a few shuddering breaths to further her existence and her fingers slowly curled, dragging her weight from the comfort of the ground.
Dense air heaved from her choked lungs as her eyelids drew their motion in heavy sighs. Thicker than the blood streaming through her wounds, was the concrete that had slapped into her side. A grimace crippled her expression into one that hung only with despair. Somehow it worked, her head spun from the whiplash as her mind rationalized the evasion of death, a bend of time, her last resort.
A paralyzed sigh escaped her relieved body as the muscles in her arms proved useful and lifted the burden from her injury. As Caira’s knees never acquired the strength to fully stand, the battle had moved to a flee market and with a limp, she soon followed.
People, amass in every direction, smiling with sunshine as heavy clouds strolled through the sky and brought darkness to their light. At the sight of the condensed population, it now made sense to Caira why there had been so little people dwelling on their corner of the city’s grid, it hadn’t been the rush of fire that evoked the evacuation standards. The untainted smiles told her that they had no idea they were under the powerful siege of a single man.
Drained, dejected eyes combed the lively crowd but the odds were against her and her broken side throbbed as her lungs clung to every breath. Distant action grew near as fate had delivered Caira to glimpse at the deadly face paired with the arching curve of a silver blade.
“NO!” The monk screamed with every string of emotion that powered the weak muscles of her beaten body. With all her might, her helpless palm reached out as the faceless bodies swarmed past her hand.
And suddenly, her face was splattered with warm crimson rain.
The pardoned break in throng was no more, as bodiless appendages shoved her and she felt a ruthless bystander’s elbow fly into her ribs. Caira was was thrown down by the agony and lost in a cloud of crushing darkness. Feet stomped overhead as Caira crawled to the crimson colored girl.
Soft skin, cold lips.
There were no words, not one she could say to soothe the mourning crucifixion of death. This blow that Magus had landed devastated Caira’s spirit as her pain-parched lips warbled with faltering waves of emotion. In her palms, Caira held the still warm body of the murdered girl and reminded herself, This was what I was fighting for, to end those who so simply destroys life.
A helpless wail became an interlude in the timeless silence; she mourned the nameless dead as she was engulfed by Magus’s cloud. Death abolished hope, and rivaling the forlorn existence of her numbed hands was pain, the age old motivator.
A ferine expression glinted in her eyes as the silver blood on her hand clasped the one of the murdered girl’s, the two colors mixed together and Caira made a promise. “It shall not be in vain.” Only in this moment did the monk ever truly know what it meant to thirst for someone’s blood. The image played over in her head as she watched the rusted steel blade draw a drooling crimson line on the girl’s neck.
As much as her conviction was lethal, her goal suddenly became all too clear.
...
Pain scalded across TBG’s face as she fell to the weight of the crashing blow. A soundless disgust smoldered in her eyes. Magus’s tactics were nasty, but the mage himself was nothing more to her than the dirt beneath her synthetic fingernails. Frustration and rage swelled within and kept the robot standing, fighting, and thrashing, as she made her way tooth and claw through the dithering crowd.
Soon, the streets were a mess. Swarms of people buzzed between the growing distance of two combatants. TBG took this opportunity to shout commands to those panic-driven humans who still desired to live yet scrambled through the dark cloud. “Run!” she had shouted and used her blaster beam to tear down a wall, only feeding the destruction they had wrought.
Magus had left the corpse to be trampled and now stood still in the wake, gazing into the eyes of his prey. Thr crowd seemed to part around them as miasma hissed in their ears. The two stood still, enthralled by the immortal battle and between their duel of eyes, the suspense reached a climax.
His body, rigid with pain was that of a warrior’s, Magus had endured worse and wiped the sweat mixed with a trickle of his blood from his brow. There was no silence and yet they listened to each other with soundless ears. To his left, Magus heard the distinct crying of a little girl donned in purple, stranded in the chaos, she was shouting, “Mother! Mommy!”
Memories, bittersweet and alive, ached in his chest. His pride flexed with agitation as he bent reality to throw a clumped ball of static energy into the pink robot. Magus was done waiting and seized the borrowed opportunity as a foothold for his next attack. Little did he know TBG anticipated his attack and had already started a counter.
Dustrike collided amidst the calamity into another civilian, crashing violently into those caught in the fray. Despite his strategy, the ball only slid so far between the nooks before steamrolling as he weaved out of the the slowed realm of reality. They fell like bowling pins until the last of the attack’s energy surged into the fallen and burst close to TBG’s mechanized arm. She too, had entered the shadows at the last second to evade his attack but it has been too close.
Determination etched into her steel face and sharpened her robotic eyes. Her circuits smoldered with the explosion of heat, yet it was not so much that it could not complete a colorful transformation. Flashes of red and black paint could be seen across the way as TBG's arm grew into a finalized shape and she charged, rushing forward and lightly shoving the stragglers from her path.
Her batteries and power boosters were low and flashing with alerts, the robot girl was running on the brink of shut down with her fading reserves of energy, but she believed all she had left would be enough to take down the enemy. The crowd had cleared after the latest explosion, paving the way for her oncoming storm.
The weight of her biggest bazooka rested on her stance. Surprise tingled Magus’s mind as he realized she was willing to fire into the crowd. A black head bobbed from behind TBG’s veering sights. She did not let the sight persuade her. Computed pain seeped into her words, “I won’t be defeated.”
In hopes of ending this immortal battle, she raised her final weapon as it had formed from her fizzling arm. The robot held her “breath,” squinted an eye as she took aim and fired.
Quote:"TBG used her Tier one supermove “Gatling Bazooka” 2/2 SP"
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