09-09-2015, 09:01 PM
As the carcharodon thrashed beneath the now crimson-stained ocean, Tartaros leaped from the side of the maddened beast, gripping firmly onto a splintered chunk of the fishing boat's hull. Everything felt so clear, every drop of salty seawater, the ebb and flow of the waves, every forceful twist and growl from the monster before him, all laid bare. It was so simple, each motion predictable, obvious and most importantly of all... exploitable.
Grasping his blade with a newly restored confidence, the marine calmly waited on the maddened leviathan, still gripping tightly as ever to the chunk of steel and oak. All he needed was time, and with such a heightened state of perception, as well as Okor providing distraction for the monster, he certainly had plenty of that.
As the beast finally turned to him, charging through and cutting a great canyon through the waves, the Luna Wolf took his chance. Gripping the makeshift raft with all his strength, the wanderer lobbed it towards the predator, piercing its bone-plated hide across its back. Roaring in anger and pain, the carcharadon whipped its tail back and forth, shattering a portion of Tartaros' right pauldron and knocking Monkey T into the pockets of his waterlogged ammo satchel.
Still calmly floating through the waves, the marine dived beneath the waves, speeding towards the slowed beast. As the monster turned around for a second strike, Tartaros searched for another opening. As he focused, it was if time itself was shifting for him, almost bending to his whim.
Finally, there came the time to strike. Moving like a flash of light through the waves, the wanderer slowly gripped the trigger on his chainblade as he went about his work...
It was almost... serene, a sort of twisted beauty, like a painting of blood, the Luna Wolf going about the bloody business more like a gardener trimming a rose bush than a soldier attacking a maddened animal. Slashing and cutting as ribbons of crimson blood flowed from his masterpiece, staining the obsidian plates and robes of his armour. But still, the leviathan would not halt. Smacking itself against an outcrop of cobbled rock, breading apart the shard wedged between its plates of bony protection, the beast roared, smacking against the marine and the god-mind with the full force of its body. Cracking the obsidian plate of the warrior and tearing through robes of burlap and hide, knocking back the fused duo back and forth while still roaring in fury.
From a nearby sandbank, Okor, holding the small form of Rebecca in its rotting hands, stared towards the bloody scene in the ocean, grinning in amused approval. Reaching for his boltgun and holding in a raspy, fetid breath, the plague giant fired a singular irradiated round into the beast's exposed wounds. Detonating inside of it, the leviathan roared in pain, swiftly turning its attention towards the towering pile of rot, carving a path through the water towards it.
Still dazed, Tartaros spat a mix of blood and saliva from his helm and turned towards the monster. Though still in a stunned stupor, the marine felt a voice come from his mouth, one that was not entirely his... A great roaring, "NO!", as the sky itself seemed to glow. The marine clenched his jaws in pain, whilst the giant water-beast writhed in agony. Moments later, a great field of shadow engulfed Tartaros, and a blast of great force erupted from it, smacking the leviathan heading towards Okor and Rebecca directly into the side of the sandbank.
Panting in exhaustion, Tartaros flashed towards the monster, prepared to cast the finishing blow. Though as he revved his chainsword, the monster turned, gripping his arm between its jaws, crunching through armour and flesh as the wanderer stared in shock. As the leviathan acing back into the sea with Tartaros in hand, the marine barked out an order to the group on the sandbank as they disappeared into the horizon. "What are you waiting for? MOVE IT! I'LL HANDLE THIS THING!"
Mustering the last of his strength, the marine lifted his chainblade into the air, bringing it crashing down into the monster's head. Striking once into its eye, Tartaros lept into the depth of his mind, screaming at the god-mind that dwelt within. "I SAID MOVE! I'LL BE FINE!"
"As you wish..."
As the clarity that once enveloped his mind faded, and the obsidian colour left his armoured form, the marine focused on the only thing he could. Killing. Slash after slash after slash, roar after roar after roar... Eventually, choking from the salty water slowly filling his lungs, Tartaros readied his arm for a final strike. Bringing down his blade in a great arc onto its skull, his vision faded as the beast finally loosened the iron grip on his arm. Tartaros clambered to the top of its corpse, knowing the beast had finally fallen... as the carcass floated towards the sandy shores of Costa del Sol, he knew his work was done...
Grasping his blade with a newly restored confidence, the marine calmly waited on the maddened leviathan, still gripping tightly as ever to the chunk of steel and oak. All he needed was time, and with such a heightened state of perception, as well as Okor providing distraction for the monster, he certainly had plenty of that.
As the beast finally turned to him, charging through and cutting a great canyon through the waves, the Luna Wolf took his chance. Gripping the makeshift raft with all his strength, the wanderer lobbed it towards the predator, piercing its bone-plated hide across its back. Roaring in anger and pain, the carcharadon whipped its tail back and forth, shattering a portion of Tartaros' right pauldron and knocking Monkey T into the pockets of his waterlogged ammo satchel.
Still calmly floating through the waves, the marine dived beneath the waves, speeding towards the slowed beast. As the monster turned around for a second strike, Tartaros searched for another opening. As he focused, it was if time itself was shifting for him, almost bending to his whim.
Finally, there came the time to strike. Moving like a flash of light through the waves, the wanderer slowly gripped the trigger on his chainblade as he went about his work...
It was almost... serene, a sort of twisted beauty, like a painting of blood, the Luna Wolf going about the bloody business more like a gardener trimming a rose bush than a soldier attacking a maddened animal. Slashing and cutting as ribbons of crimson blood flowed from his masterpiece, staining the obsidian plates and robes of his armour. But still, the leviathan would not halt. Smacking itself against an outcrop of cobbled rock, breading apart the shard wedged between its plates of bony protection, the beast roared, smacking against the marine and the god-mind with the full force of its body. Cracking the obsidian plate of the warrior and tearing through robes of burlap and hide, knocking back the fused duo back and forth while still roaring in fury.
From a nearby sandbank, Okor, holding the small form of Rebecca in its rotting hands, stared towards the bloody scene in the ocean, grinning in amused approval. Reaching for his boltgun and holding in a raspy, fetid breath, the plague giant fired a singular irradiated round into the beast's exposed wounds. Detonating inside of it, the leviathan roared in pain, swiftly turning its attention towards the towering pile of rot, carving a path through the water towards it.
Still dazed, Tartaros spat a mix of blood and saliva from his helm and turned towards the monster. Though still in a stunned stupor, the marine felt a voice come from his mouth, one that was not entirely his... A great roaring, "NO!", as the sky itself seemed to glow. The marine clenched his jaws in pain, whilst the giant water-beast writhed in agony. Moments later, a great field of shadow engulfed Tartaros, and a blast of great force erupted from it, smacking the leviathan heading towards Okor and Rebecca directly into the side of the sandbank.
Panting in exhaustion, Tartaros flashed towards the monster, prepared to cast the finishing blow. Though as he revved his chainsword, the monster turned, gripping his arm between its jaws, crunching through armour and flesh as the wanderer stared in shock. As the leviathan acing back into the sea with Tartaros in hand, the marine barked out an order to the group on the sandbank as they disappeared into the horizon. "What are you waiting for? MOVE IT! I'LL HANDLE THIS THING!"
Mustering the last of his strength, the marine lifted his chainblade into the air, bringing it crashing down into the monster's head. Striking once into its eye, Tartaros lept into the depth of his mind, screaming at the god-mind that dwelt within. "I SAID MOVE! I'LL BE FINE!"
"As you wish..."
As the clarity that once enveloped his mind faded, and the obsidian colour left his armoured form, the marine focused on the only thing he could. Killing. Slash after slash after slash, roar after roar after roar... Eventually, choking from the salty water slowly filling his lungs, Tartaros readied his arm for a final strike. Bringing down his blade in a great arc onto its skull, his vision faded as the beast finally loosened the iron grip on his arm. Tartaros clambered to the top of its corpse, knowing the beast had finally fallen... as the carcass floated towards the sandy shores of Costa del Sol, he knew his work was done...
Quote:Tartaros/Nealapph used: Ego Nova - 1 SP (deducted from Tartaros)
Tartaros and Nealapph are no longer fused