09-28-2015, 09:42 PM
Ash, on the other end, was holding out the whole while, too. She didn't normally fight with someone else at her back, but she gathered by the, admittedly wicked, black flames that burst to life in the male's arms mimicking her electricity meant he was on her side in this scrap. Or at the very least, wasn't on Titan's side. But when he tapped his foot as if taunting the underworld overlord, she couldn't help but move only to put her attention on the guys behind her. She didn't know what he was up to, but she felt glued to her spot by his tapping.
Maybe everyone else felt that same feeling, and that's why they all just stood there with mouths ajar, looking like ugly fish now. Instead of being charged up like they were, the surrounding thugs looked lost and somewhat afraid. It must have occurred to Titan that this was bad, because he soon started running his mouth.
Oh, but nothing original at all in his speech and threats. It was all very boring and cliche.. HE was boring and cliche. She could still hear the thumping of the stranger's boot, but only just barely over the drawn out, hopelessly simple, and copious bull that came out of Titan's mouth in louder volumes as if he was trying to inspire his troops. All while spitting a generous amount of saliva with each demand, like a drooling pit bull barking at a passing car. At this point she let out a harsh, loud sigh, and was going to tell him to shut up already, when she noticed the metallic tapping had stopped.
It felt like a gun shot used to start a race, or the old familiar sound of a bell that began the boxing matches of her past. She wasted no time, like a mirror she shot herself forward with arms lifted. A burst of impossible speed made it so any shots fired hit the iron walk ways where her shadow used to stand.
By the time anyone saw where she had gone, she had her right hand around the bigger man's throat, and was squeezing it without mercy. But it was the electricity that was coursing though his meaty muscles that was doing the real damage. He gurgled out something akin to a cry of pain but the next moment he went limp in her hand, and she just grinned as she pushed him over the side of the railing, his body was quickly consumed by the shadows below them. The next guy was already stunned by how quickly she dealt with his buddy, that she had time to make a comment as she deliberately approached him slowly.
"I think he felt that.. But I couldn't hear. Scream for me if this hurts." She said, then balled up her still electrified hand, and punched him in the gut. Which.. Actually hurt her hand. Of course he did look like nothing but muscle and bone, but his long hair flung past his face as he doubled over and coughed up collected saliva. She put her boot on his skinny muscular shoulders and lifted herself up high enough to deliver a whole lot of leather bound pain to the next guy in line by kicking him so hard she heard his jaw crack. He then fell over the railing himself, being top heavy as he was. She landed back on the walk with a heavy thud and it shook the ground underneath her feet, but did very little other than make the metal groan out in pain.
She just had the one guy she had left on the ground and-
BANG!!
A single shot was fired in the whole scrap, and it was at her! However, the short thug that had easily been concealed by the three bigger guys had either been a really horrible shot, or had no idea on how to kill someone with a gun. Because the bullet was now lodge into her side, just above the left hip bone. Ironically, pierced her so called 'protection' spell that was tattoo'd in dark blue on her stomach. She's been shot before.. And the pain was very real, and very much the same. She gritted her teeth, but didn't yell or make any sound of pain. But she was pissed now. "You little twerk." Was all she said before she dashed forward, too quick for his eyes to see.
She appeared to teleport to be in front of him, grabbing the hand with the gun in it, lifting it above his head and then smashing it as hard as she could into the cold damp wall. The gun went off again before it fell though the space between the support beams and was lost forever as far as the two of them were concerned. But hurting his hand wasn't good enough for Ash, not enough repayment, not enough pain. She smashed his hand against the wall once more and then began repeatedly punching him in the face until he stopped moving. His nose and mouth were full and covered in blood, and it began to seep into his shirt, and she couldn't see or hear him breathing, but to solidify his death, she tossed him over the side of the railing as well.
It was at this time the long haired man started to recover, groaning, and sniffling after choking on his own breath. Her anger, though rare, was easily tamed. However, she had some residual 'I'm so done with this' attitude, and with a few quick steps she pulled out the other half of her weapon collection, The Quill, and in one smooth motion she yanked the man's head back, slit his throat, and then shoved him back face down so he could drown in his own blood. The blade twirled once around her fingers before she held it backwards and approached Titan himself with burning eyes.
Maybe everyone else felt that same feeling, and that's why they all just stood there with mouths ajar, looking like ugly fish now. Instead of being charged up like they were, the surrounding thugs looked lost and somewhat afraid. It must have occurred to Titan that this was bad, because he soon started running his mouth.
Oh, but nothing original at all in his speech and threats. It was all very boring and cliche.. HE was boring and cliche. She could still hear the thumping of the stranger's boot, but only just barely over the drawn out, hopelessly simple, and copious bull that came out of Titan's mouth in louder volumes as if he was trying to inspire his troops. All while spitting a generous amount of saliva with each demand, like a drooling pit bull barking at a passing car. At this point she let out a harsh, loud sigh, and was going to tell him to shut up already, when she noticed the metallic tapping had stopped.
It felt like a gun shot used to start a race, or the old familiar sound of a bell that began the boxing matches of her past. She wasted no time, like a mirror she shot herself forward with arms lifted. A burst of impossible speed made it so any shots fired hit the iron walk ways where her shadow used to stand.
By the time anyone saw where she had gone, she had her right hand around the bigger man's throat, and was squeezing it without mercy. But it was the electricity that was coursing though his meaty muscles that was doing the real damage. He gurgled out something akin to a cry of pain but the next moment he went limp in her hand, and she just grinned as she pushed him over the side of the railing, his body was quickly consumed by the shadows below them. The next guy was already stunned by how quickly she dealt with his buddy, that she had time to make a comment as she deliberately approached him slowly.
"I think he felt that.. But I couldn't hear. Scream for me if this hurts." She said, then balled up her still electrified hand, and punched him in the gut. Which.. Actually hurt her hand. Of course he did look like nothing but muscle and bone, but his long hair flung past his face as he doubled over and coughed up collected saliva. She put her boot on his skinny muscular shoulders and lifted herself up high enough to deliver a whole lot of leather bound pain to the next guy in line by kicking him so hard she heard his jaw crack. He then fell over the railing himself, being top heavy as he was. She landed back on the walk with a heavy thud and it shook the ground underneath her feet, but did very little other than make the metal groan out in pain.
She just had the one guy she had left on the ground and-
BANG!!
A single shot was fired in the whole scrap, and it was at her! However, the short thug that had easily been concealed by the three bigger guys had either been a really horrible shot, or had no idea on how to kill someone with a gun. Because the bullet was now lodge into her side, just above the left hip bone. Ironically, pierced her so called 'protection' spell that was tattoo'd in dark blue on her stomach. She's been shot before.. And the pain was very real, and very much the same. She gritted her teeth, but didn't yell or make any sound of pain. But she was pissed now. "You little twerk." Was all she said before she dashed forward, too quick for his eyes to see.
She appeared to teleport to be in front of him, grabbing the hand with the gun in it, lifting it above his head and then smashing it as hard as she could into the cold damp wall. The gun went off again before it fell though the space between the support beams and was lost forever as far as the two of them were concerned. But hurting his hand wasn't good enough for Ash, not enough repayment, not enough pain. She smashed his hand against the wall once more and then began repeatedly punching him in the face until he stopped moving. His nose and mouth were full and covered in blood, and it began to seep into his shirt, and she couldn't see or hear him breathing, but to solidify his death, she tossed him over the side of the railing as well.
It was at this time the long haired man started to recover, groaning, and sniffling after choking on his own breath. Her anger, though rare, was easily tamed. However, she had some residual 'I'm so done with this' attitude, and with a few quick steps she pulled out the other half of her weapon collection, The Quill, and in one smooth motion she yanked the man's head back, slit his throat, and then shoved him back face down so he could drown in his own blood. The blade twirled once around her fingers before she held it backwards and approached Titan himself with burning eyes.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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