11-15-2015, 12:17 PM
The filth-encrusted blade danced over the surface of her light armor before it bit into the exposed flesh below her collarbone. The rusted blade more hacked than cut and the wound’s ragged edges became packed deep with effluence. The wound was more shallow than the pestilent champion had intended, but he still grinned as the woman doubled over in pain.
Okor lifted his blade, ready to cleave into his prey once again, his breath wheezing with excitement. Her dreads whipped as she lifted her head, a wild look of ferocity etched into her features. She jerked up the haft of the oversized mallet, and his attack skittered off of it with the yelp of steel-on-steel and a shower of sparks. Stepping forward, she drove her heel into his monstrous gut, cracking the ceramite and forcing him backwards.
As the lumbering plague-lord stomped back into range, the woman flicked her hand forward, a bright yellow ribbon unraveling from her forearm. The magical bond snapped around the traitor’s wrist, an adorable bow topping off the painfully tight constrictor. Okor paused and looked down at the glowing piece of fabric, unsure what exactly the leash was meant to do. The raider wrapped the ribbon into both hands, snorted, and torqued her entire body, fully yanking the chaos marine from his feet and onto his face.
His sword clattered over the cobblestone, and she kicked it away beneath a nearby spice stall. The magical bond quickly uncoiled and returned to her arm, and she took a few leisurely steps forward. Smirking, she pulled her rifle from her shoulder strap and leveled it at the back of the marine’s helmeted head. “Let’s see about that broken jaw you were talking about,” she mocked through a sneer, her finger toying with the trigger.
Then it hit. A wave of nausea and disequilibrium shook her to the core, her legs instantly stumbling as the world spun around her. She slammed into a nearby building, blinking hard in an attempt to clear the illness from her eyes. She looked down and boils had already begun to form around the shallow gash in her chest.
Her vision wobbled and jerked as he saw the twisted king of filth slowly push himself to his feet, a puddle of muck left below him. She weakly struggled as his massive body moved in upon hers, and he snatched her up by the throat. Gagging, the woman’s eyes opened wide, red veins creeping in from the corners. She bared her teeth, spittle frothing forth as she struggled for air.
She was overwhelmed with his stench. All that she could hear was the buzz of the flies that crept over her skin and hair. All that she could see was rot. Her every sense burned in his presence.
“Relish in the suffering…” he groaned while she feebly thrashed against him, “… that Grandfather endows upon us.”
As darkness began to creep upon her, she wound her metallic arm backwards and it was enshrouded with shimmering white energy. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she swung a cannonball haymaker into the plague marine’s helm, Gildart’s stolen Crash Magic flashing into a bright grid across the metal. Hundreds of tiny cubes exploded from around his head, a shower of deconstructed debris spraying throughout the streets.
The woman fell to the ground, coughing and choking as Okor stumbled backwards until he crashed through a nearby display of previously fresh fruit. Sucking down a gulp of air, the bandit noticed that the stench had somehow intensified. Looking to the now bare-headed foe, she immediately turned her head and evacuated the hot dog and three beers she’d had for lunch.
The man’s flesh was a horror to behold, twisting maggots crawling through it, black teeth, and an eye socket so overwhelmingly consumed by decay that it was little more than a puss-filled crater. “Alright, she gasped, “Yeah I think I’m done with this shit.”
Pressing her hand into her side, a bright white light shined from within her, gently pushing the irradiated shards of his bolter rounds from her side. She took a deep breath, pushed her woozy legs out from beneath her, and lifted her rifle.
Okor rolled to his side and awkwardly toddled his way back into the fray, only for a beam to scorch into the grotesque juggernaut’s shoulder, then another into his gut. The ancient plating of his armor crumbled, revealing more of his wretched body beneath. She didn't stop.
Okor lifted his blade, ready to cleave into his prey once again, his breath wheezing with excitement. Her dreads whipped as she lifted her head, a wild look of ferocity etched into her features. She jerked up the haft of the oversized mallet, and his attack skittered off of it with the yelp of steel-on-steel and a shower of sparks. Stepping forward, she drove her heel into his monstrous gut, cracking the ceramite and forcing him backwards.
As the lumbering plague-lord stomped back into range, the woman flicked her hand forward, a bright yellow ribbon unraveling from her forearm. The magical bond snapped around the traitor’s wrist, an adorable bow topping off the painfully tight constrictor. Okor paused and looked down at the glowing piece of fabric, unsure what exactly the leash was meant to do. The raider wrapped the ribbon into both hands, snorted, and torqued her entire body, fully yanking the chaos marine from his feet and onto his face.
His sword clattered over the cobblestone, and she kicked it away beneath a nearby spice stall. The magical bond quickly uncoiled and returned to her arm, and she took a few leisurely steps forward. Smirking, she pulled her rifle from her shoulder strap and leveled it at the back of the marine’s helmeted head. “Let’s see about that broken jaw you were talking about,” she mocked through a sneer, her finger toying with the trigger.
Then it hit. A wave of nausea and disequilibrium shook her to the core, her legs instantly stumbling as the world spun around her. She slammed into a nearby building, blinking hard in an attempt to clear the illness from her eyes. She looked down and boils had already begun to form around the shallow gash in her chest.
Her vision wobbled and jerked as he saw the twisted king of filth slowly push himself to his feet, a puddle of muck left below him. She weakly struggled as his massive body moved in upon hers, and he snatched her up by the throat. Gagging, the woman’s eyes opened wide, red veins creeping in from the corners. She bared her teeth, spittle frothing forth as she struggled for air.
She was overwhelmed with his stench. All that she could hear was the buzz of the flies that crept over her skin and hair. All that she could see was rot. Her every sense burned in his presence.
“Relish in the suffering…” he groaned while she feebly thrashed against him, “… that Grandfather endows upon us.”
As darkness began to creep upon her, she wound her metallic arm backwards and it was enshrouded with shimmering white energy. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she swung a cannonball haymaker into the plague marine’s helm, Gildart’s stolen Crash Magic flashing into a bright grid across the metal. Hundreds of tiny cubes exploded from around his head, a shower of deconstructed debris spraying throughout the streets.
The woman fell to the ground, coughing and choking as Okor stumbled backwards until he crashed through a nearby display of previously fresh fruit. Sucking down a gulp of air, the bandit noticed that the stench had somehow intensified. Looking to the now bare-headed foe, she immediately turned her head and evacuated the hot dog and three beers she’d had for lunch.
The man’s flesh was a horror to behold, twisting maggots crawling through it, black teeth, and an eye socket so overwhelmingly consumed by decay that it was little more than a puss-filled crater. “Alright, she gasped, “Yeah I think I’m done with this shit.”
Pressing her hand into her side, a bright white light shined from within her, gently pushing the irradiated shards of his bolter rounds from her side. She took a deep breath, pushed her woozy legs out from beneath her, and lifted her rifle.
Okor rolled to his side and awkwardly toddled his way back into the fray, only for a beam to scorch into the grotesque juggernaut’s shoulder, then another into his gut. The ancient plating of his armor crumbled, revealing more of his wretched body beneath. She didn't stop.
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