10-16-2015, 09:55 PM
Weiss was horrified at what she saw. Her opponent’s torso had opened, twisting and changing into something that no longer resembled a human body.
“Was he dying? Had she done it? Was it over?”
The space marines words dashed those hopes in an instant.
Weiss tried to jump, but her legs refused as her muscles finally lost their energy, and she fell to one knee instead. Desperately, she swung Myrtenaster at the tendril, but her arm wasn’t moving where or how she wanted anymore, and her rapier cut air. Tears filled Weiss’s eyes, and now she did scream in pain, as the tendril latched onto her abdomen. Numerous shards of bone entwined themselves into her midsection and pulled. Her boots kicked uselessly at the sand beneath her, as the tendril pulled her in like a patient fisherman.
Her shaking right hand lifted Myrtenaster, her arm trembling to even hold the weapon. If she could at least hold her sword, she could-
Weiss’s body slammed into the Chaos space marines midsection with the wet, squishing noise of a crushed orange, and she could see his ribcage - teeth, she realized, not ribs - surround her as the tendril twisted her body to face the same direction as Okor.
She was standing in a living iron maiden.
Her sword arm raised a trembling Myrtenaster as the cage snapped closed, and Weiss used what was left of her flagging strength to block, the teeth scraping and gnashing as they tried to push her rapier away. Weiss didn’t know how she still had the strength to do even that much. Okors teeth relented after a few seconds, his ribs pulling themselves back like a spider tensing its body to pounce. Weiss knew this was her only opportunity. She pointed her blade straight up, making an educated guess on where Okors head was with a heavy stab. Okors body managed to pull back from her sluggish strike, however, and while Weiss felt the tear of skin, she knew she hadn’t struck a fatal blow.
She felt Okors bone-filled intestine loosen, though, and she took advantage of the fact to roll out of the nurglites grip.
As her body bumped along the ground, Weiss felt… Sick..
She recalled the plague marine throwing a head to the ground, and a thick miasma of green surrounding him… was it toxic?
A sudden pressure in her throat answered her, and she rolled onto her side just as a burning mixture of blood and vomit fought it’s way through her throat and onto the dust where she laid.
Her infected eye had just stopped working, and what she could see through the other eye was blurred.
“I’m so sorry… Ruby.” She croaked out in a warped voice. "I can't... do it."
“Hyaaaah!!”
It couldn’t be…
Weiss’s functional eye widened, and she managed to tilt her head just enough to see a familiar looking red blur in the section of the coliseum to her right.
Was it a hallucination?
Or… Could it be...?
A shaking hand tried and failed to grab Myrtenaster. Her sword arm shook too much.
So she focused on getting up, instead, using her good arm to push herself up to her shaking feet.
“I’ll win.
So.
Please.
Be real.”
The marine swung at her with a fingerless hand, but he was too slow, with his armored carapace weighing him down. Weiss managed to dip her head just enough to avoid the strike, a wheezing, blood-filled cough her reward for trying to dodge while half-dead. Her body fell forward, and her shoulder smacked something metal to the ground as she collapsed next to Okor.
“Ruby…” she muttered through her own drool.
“It’s over, Schnee.” Okors muffled voice wheezed.
Her hand pawed around for something, anything, and to her surprise, it found the stock of a handgun. Okors pistol.
Her good ear heard the muffled screech of metal being dragged across dirt as Okor shambled towards her, but Weiss knew she had time for one shot.
Weiss’s trembling hand pulled the pistol into a shaking grip, and she did her best to try to aim the gun. She could see Okor as only a vague blob of pink, gray, and brown, but for center mass, it was enough.
“I gotta… Win…” Weiss slurred, and in exchange for spraining her hand with the recoil of a weapon not built for use by mere mortals, the heavy weapon engulfed Okor with a round of burning phosphex.
“Was he dying? Had she done it? Was it over?”
The space marines words dashed those hopes in an instant.
Weiss tried to jump, but her legs refused as her muscles finally lost their energy, and she fell to one knee instead. Desperately, she swung Myrtenaster at the tendril, but her arm wasn’t moving where or how she wanted anymore, and her rapier cut air. Tears filled Weiss’s eyes, and now she did scream in pain, as the tendril latched onto her abdomen. Numerous shards of bone entwined themselves into her midsection and pulled. Her boots kicked uselessly at the sand beneath her, as the tendril pulled her in like a patient fisherman.
Her shaking right hand lifted Myrtenaster, her arm trembling to even hold the weapon. If she could at least hold her sword, she could-
Weiss’s body slammed into the Chaos space marines midsection with the wet, squishing noise of a crushed orange, and she could see his ribcage - teeth, she realized, not ribs - surround her as the tendril twisted her body to face the same direction as Okor.
She was standing in a living iron maiden.
Her sword arm raised a trembling Myrtenaster as the cage snapped closed, and Weiss used what was left of her flagging strength to block, the teeth scraping and gnashing as they tried to push her rapier away. Weiss didn’t know how she still had the strength to do even that much. Okors teeth relented after a few seconds, his ribs pulling themselves back like a spider tensing its body to pounce. Weiss knew this was her only opportunity. She pointed her blade straight up, making an educated guess on where Okors head was with a heavy stab. Okors body managed to pull back from her sluggish strike, however, and while Weiss felt the tear of skin, she knew she hadn’t struck a fatal blow.
She felt Okors bone-filled intestine loosen, though, and she took advantage of the fact to roll out of the nurglites grip.
As her body bumped along the ground, Weiss felt… Sick..
She recalled the plague marine throwing a head to the ground, and a thick miasma of green surrounding him… was it toxic?
A sudden pressure in her throat answered her, and she rolled onto her side just as a burning mixture of blood and vomit fought it’s way through her throat and onto the dust where she laid.
Her infected eye had just stopped working, and what she could see through the other eye was blurred.
“I’m so sorry… Ruby.” She croaked out in a warped voice. "I can't... do it."
“Hyaaaah!!”
It couldn’t be…
Weiss’s functional eye widened, and she managed to tilt her head just enough to see a familiar looking red blur in the section of the coliseum to her right.
Was it a hallucination?
Or… Could it be...?
A shaking hand tried and failed to grab Myrtenaster. Her sword arm shook too much.
So she focused on getting up, instead, using her good arm to push herself up to her shaking feet.
“I’ll win.
So.
Please.
Be real.”
The marine swung at her with a fingerless hand, but he was too slow, with his armored carapace weighing him down. Weiss managed to dip her head just enough to avoid the strike, a wheezing, blood-filled cough her reward for trying to dodge while half-dead. Her body fell forward, and her shoulder smacked something metal to the ground as she collapsed next to Okor.
“Ruby…” she muttered through her own drool.
“It’s over, Schnee.” Okors muffled voice wheezed.
Her hand pawed around for something, anything, and to her surprise, it found the stock of a handgun. Okors pistol.
Her good ear heard the muffled screech of metal being dragged across dirt as Okor shambled towards her, but Weiss knew she had time for one shot.
Weiss’s trembling hand pulled the pistol into a shaking grip, and she did her best to try to aim the gun. She could see Okor as only a vague blob of pink, gray, and brown, but for center mass, it was enough.
“I gotta… Win…” Weiss slurred, and in exchange for spraining her hand with the recoil of a weapon not built for use by mere mortals, the heavy weapon engulfed Okor with a round of burning phosphex.
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