11-05-2015, 06:36 PM
Half a dozen bullets punched through the bandit, an eruption of gore splattering out behind her. The others had either missed or been mercifully deflected, but more than enough had found their mark. Her hammer slid from her fingers and struck the grated metal with a clang. Blood dripped from her fingertips, pattering into the pools that had already begun to form around her feet.
“You take this shit so seriously,” the woman croaked, pushing a hand into her perforated torso, “All you people think this crap is so important.” She took a step forward, a slosh of blood falling. “We’re primes,” she said and wheezed as she inhaled. “We’re immortal. We can do anything.” The teenager stared on, her focus undaunted by the wretched vision before her. “We live, we die, we fight… none of that shit matters.”
She rolled her neck back, allowing the crowd to see the abhorrent crater where her ear had once been. The skull-faced bandit spit out a stream of blood, her red-coated teeth showing behind her lips. “So maybe relax a little.”
Both of her hands jerked out and snatched the still-hot barrels of the muskets hovering on either side of the witch hunter that summoned them. The girl reeled back, feeling the air whoosh past her nose as she avoided being pummeled with the wooden stocks. Pirouetting smoothly, Mami planted yet another musket against the bandit’s forehead. It fired a split second after the woman managed to slap it away with the muskets she carried, shattering all three.
Desperate to create a buffer, Mami sprung upward, gracefully flipping overhead and landing directly atop the springboard. The strained coils croaked as they collapsed and twanged when the released, sending the agile gymnast to the space where the nameless antagonist had begun the match. When she landed, a further vanguard of anarchic firearms slew forth and burped out a blanket of sulfur and smoke.
The grievously wounded warrior gawked at the girl as the volley landed in a scatter all around her. Spent, they fell. Another summoned legion of muskets and some fancy choreography. More bullets. More magic. Rinse. Repeat.
“Fuck. This.”
The woman glanced up, and then back down to the very same device that Mami had just used. She wondered briefly whether or not she could actually survive being violently tossed through the air, but that concern seemed secondary to her desire to put an end to the ceaseless deluge of tiny goddamn chunks of lead.
Her insides threatening to become outsides as she soared through the air. The object grew larger and larger as she ascended to greater heights, the wind whipping through her hair. Her hands stretched out through the flocks of musket-balls that fluttered about her.
The front-facing panel of the TIE Fighter shattered as the bandit smashed through it, her already broken body crumpling into the vehicle’s cockpit in a heap. “Gahuuhhn,” the woman slurred, trying to make a witty comment.
Shards of glass tinkled and clinked as she shifted and pushed herself into the seat, groggily taking hold of the controls. She slapped around on the buttons until the craft’s mechanisms whirred, the lights of the console casting a red glare on her mangled face. Giving the complex controls a once over, she ascertained that she didn’t give a shit and slammed her foot into the pedal that she assumed meant, “Go.” She was half right.
The starfighter jerked into a sudden barrel roll to the right, spiraling out of control until it bounced off of the Colosseum barrier. Shaking her head, she resisted the urge to puke in yet another match.
“Ok,” she said and slowly inhaled, looking back over her options. “Pedals make me do little rolls. Got it. Handle thing makes me…” she swooped the two-handed grip side to side, and the craft responded in kind. “… turn. Sweet.”
She furrowed her eyebrows as the familiar sound of Mami’s muskets pelted the exterior of her vehicle. “GIVE ME A MINUTE!” she shouted, mostly to herself. “Ok, but seriously, go forward.”
The woman leaned into the wheel tentatively, and much to her joy the fighter lurched forward, a shrill scream echoing from the engine. Swooping her hands and carefully fluttering the pedals, she managed to align the craft with the majokko, who, for once, stopped firing.
“See you at the fountain, kid!” the bandit cackled, and thrust the controls forward. The TIE fighter screeched and jetted forward with horrible speed, a collision imminent.
“You take this shit so seriously,” the woman croaked, pushing a hand into her perforated torso, “All you people think this crap is so important.” She took a step forward, a slosh of blood falling. “We’re primes,” she said and wheezed as she inhaled. “We’re immortal. We can do anything.” The teenager stared on, her focus undaunted by the wretched vision before her. “We live, we die, we fight… none of that shit matters.”
She rolled her neck back, allowing the crowd to see the abhorrent crater where her ear had once been. The skull-faced bandit spit out a stream of blood, her red-coated teeth showing behind her lips. “So maybe relax a little.”
Both of her hands jerked out and snatched the still-hot barrels of the muskets hovering on either side of the witch hunter that summoned them. The girl reeled back, feeling the air whoosh past her nose as she avoided being pummeled with the wooden stocks. Pirouetting smoothly, Mami planted yet another musket against the bandit’s forehead. It fired a split second after the woman managed to slap it away with the muskets she carried, shattering all three.
Desperate to create a buffer, Mami sprung upward, gracefully flipping overhead and landing directly atop the springboard. The strained coils croaked as they collapsed and twanged when the released, sending the agile gymnast to the space where the nameless antagonist had begun the match. When she landed, a further vanguard of anarchic firearms slew forth and burped out a blanket of sulfur and smoke.
The grievously wounded warrior gawked at the girl as the volley landed in a scatter all around her. Spent, they fell. Another summoned legion of muskets and some fancy choreography. More bullets. More magic. Rinse. Repeat.
“Fuck. This.”
The woman glanced up, and then back down to the very same device that Mami had just used. She wondered briefly whether or not she could actually survive being violently tossed through the air, but that concern seemed secondary to her desire to put an end to the ceaseless deluge of tiny goddamn chunks of lead.
Her insides threatening to become outsides as she soared through the air. The object grew larger and larger as she ascended to greater heights, the wind whipping through her hair. Her hands stretched out through the flocks of musket-balls that fluttered about her.
The front-facing panel of the TIE Fighter shattered as the bandit smashed through it, her already broken body crumpling into the vehicle’s cockpit in a heap. “Gahuuhhn,” the woman slurred, trying to make a witty comment.
Shards of glass tinkled and clinked as she shifted and pushed herself into the seat, groggily taking hold of the controls. She slapped around on the buttons until the craft’s mechanisms whirred, the lights of the console casting a red glare on her mangled face. Giving the complex controls a once over, she ascertained that she didn’t give a shit and slammed her foot into the pedal that she assumed meant, “Go.” She was half right.
The starfighter jerked into a sudden barrel roll to the right, spiraling out of control until it bounced off of the Colosseum barrier. Shaking her head, she resisted the urge to puke in yet another match.
“Ok,” she said and slowly inhaled, looking back over her options. “Pedals make me do little rolls. Got it. Handle thing makes me…” she swooped the two-handed grip side to side, and the craft responded in kind. “… turn. Sweet.”
She furrowed her eyebrows as the familiar sound of Mami’s muskets pelted the exterior of her vehicle. “GIVE ME A MINUTE!” she shouted, mostly to herself. “Ok, but seriously, go forward.”
The woman leaned into the wheel tentatively, and much to her joy the fighter lurched forward, a shrill scream echoing from the engine. Swooping her hands and carefully fluttering the pedals, she managed to align the craft with the majokko, who, for once, stopped firing.
“See you at the fountain, kid!” the bandit cackled, and thrust the controls forward. The TIE fighter screeched and jetted forward with horrible speed, a collision imminent.