[M] Retribution IV: Rebirth

[Trixie]

The steel blade of her Gladius plunged under the living ribcage of Jorgen’s person. With a twist she brought the hulk to his knees. She roared with combat fueled adrenalin and caught his left hand with a CQS shield. With her right hand death-gripping the hilt of her blade and the left hand busy pushing away Jorgen’s cleaver she was left open. The Quartermaster’s free hand came down upon her throat and through his choking she sputtered out a laugh. His skeletal fingers tightened around her neck, but Trixie knew he couldn’t kill his only female success. Even if Lord Belial didn’t want her alive and reprocessed for the fighting rings, she had successfully survived his Nephalem serum. As a scientist he would want to keep her alive and study why she, out of every other female he had subjected to the drug in every variation before, had died. Beatrix wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

Trixie felt a new vigor within herself. As if that other woman had actually done something to her being. Wrenching her blade out from under Jorgen’s rib cage, as if in one motion, she inserted the blade skillfully between his radius and ulna. Pushing back on his cleaver she jumped towards his face, placing a foot onto the hilt of her weapon, twisting it, and breaking his arm at the elbow. As the lumbering hulk staggered backward to assess his arm Trixie dropped to the ground, removing her blade as the distance between them grew. The mistress could feel that her stamina had been drained forcefully. The shields were new. She had no idea where she had picked them up, but the burning in her lungs meant one thing. Holding someone at bay like that was going to leave her winded. Best to guard that secret carefully.

The white haired Sith twirled her blade around her right hand and gave her enemy the once over. Jorgen’s powers were unknown to her, but just as she had assumed, regeneration was something he could do. The steady flow of blood from his flesh side had ceased and the bones on his skeletal arm had mended. Picking up his cleaver he ripped his cloak from atop his shoulders and let it hit the ground with a thud.

Weighted gear?

“You may have dispatched Yennefer with ease, but you’ll find that I’m no push over. It’s a wonder you survived the serum infusion Beatrix, but Belial wants you back.”

Within moments the hulk was upon her. With immense speed and strength Jorgen swung his cleaver down at Trixie. Her steel wasn’t going to stop that. She had no choice but to shield out of it. Placing a hand up a force shield materialized in front of her outstretched palm. It wasn’t near enough. A groan of pain escaped Beatrix’s lips as she dropped to one knee. Her shield had stopped the cleaver from severing her arm from her shoulder, but it hadn’t been able to keep it from digging into her collar. Warm crimson liquid flowed from the freshly opened wound, seeping into her clothing, eventually dripping to the dirt below.

It wasn’t over yet, Jorgen was still trying to take her arm and all she could do was use everything she had at keeping the shield intact and her muscles tensed on her left arm.

“Give up, Trixie. Belial’s drop ships are headed here now to fetch us. Give yourself to this program.”

“Never,” she grunted through grinding teeth and pain.

There was no giving up. No amount of pain would force her to cave. The ambient light around them seemed to dim as a new light source was birthed in Trixie’s right arm. The gladius now rest in its sheathe and Trixie’s closed fist was now aimed at Jorgen’s torso. With an immense flash of light and the kick of a large caliber rifle she unleashed a single powerful bolt of force lightning into his chest. The hulking demon was thrown backward against the rocky outcrop, leaving the mistress on her butt, her previously electrically charged hand now covered in blood as she provided much needed pressure for her wound.

It wasn’t going to keep him down for long, but at least she bought some time to think.