02-18-2016, 11:42 AM
A frown creased Ururu’s face, her eyes locking upon the slowly rising corpses. Everything about the ‘Warlock’ in front of her didn’t match the rest of this world. Robes instead of clothing described in her books. The fact that the Omniverse’s translation function told her that the word Warlock itself didn’t match the culture she had spent these last two days researching.
She slapped her copy of Odyssey back into her pilfered backpack just as the first Zombie freed itself. It didn’t look familiar. Certainly not her friend. No there was only one person who truly fit that description, Hikaru. The only reason why she hadn't ended this farce before now.
Desco made her move, leaving an opening in the shape of wide open legs in a moaning and groaning kenjutsu stance.
If these automatons stood between her saving the ones she loved then well… far be it for her to not see them ripped into tiny bloody pieces as she strangled the life from this 'warlock' and used whatever she could to force Teucer to give Her back. Maybe binding his existence to a rock and tossing him into the underverse would only begin the retribution she intended to repay him.
Hikaru.
Rage began to bite, began to burn, began to bubble under her flesh, seeping out.
Prismatic pale green rippled from her skin in a spurt as she launched herself forward without any warning, A guttural scream ripping from her voice the first Zombie moved in kind. Tall angular bones, clothing of modernized civilization, and a weapon that didn’t match this place. A prime? Or what remained of them and the undead’s crotch. Her fingers at the last second shifted into a clawed shaped arrangement to catch it
Ururu’s feet slipped under her as her right arm ratcheted itself and her by extension into the air changing her first foe’s center of gravity in its fall. Air blew past her in putrid roar as she went end over end with four undead ripping at her haunches.
“Pathetic,” Ururu snarled.
Her body twisted as limb after limb deflected those that were going after her. They left trails of thin red streaks but nothing Ururu worried about. Cared about. Each movement wrought more erratic bursts of the green fire like chakra. She had eyes only for Hikaru’s safe return, the ghost of her memory burning in the back of Ururu’s mind. It fed her, fed on her.
Hikaru!
Pale emerald erupted in full force in a roaring liquid inferno that was her body. Rapture was her's, time was her's, and the entire world was a shadow compared to her. Everything about Ururu’s body seemed to exaggerate with her duster barely able to stay attached, held only in place by the very same chakra protecting it and the weight of the backpack. Her heart was body and it was all empty.
Even this miracle of research pioneered between her and her personas, it was empty without them. Without them, life was hollow.
“You did this!” She howled as the full force of her movement blew bodies in every direction. The one who had set events into motion that would have that fucker severing her from her Network. She went after him
Revenge demanded it, shinobi code be damned.
Ururu hit the side of the cave, her digits digging cavities into the wall, she launched herself at the Warlock, her chakra cloaked hand outstretched. All her momentum and strength pushing towards her palm with a pair a plastic vampire teeth in an attempt to knock the warlock's kisser into senseless humiliation.
“HIKARU!”
She slapped her copy of Odyssey back into her pilfered backpack just as the first Zombie freed itself. It didn’t look familiar. Certainly not her friend. No there was only one person who truly fit that description, Hikaru. The only reason why she hadn't ended this farce before now.
Desco made her move, leaving an opening in the shape of wide open legs in a moaning and groaning kenjutsu stance.
If these automatons stood between her saving the ones she loved then well… far be it for her to not see them ripped into tiny bloody pieces as she strangled the life from this 'warlock' and used whatever she could to force Teucer to give Her back. Maybe binding his existence to a rock and tossing him into the underverse would only begin the retribution she intended to repay him.
Hikaru.
Rage began to bite, began to burn, began to bubble under her flesh, seeping out.
Prismatic pale green rippled from her skin in a spurt as she launched herself forward without any warning, A guttural scream ripping from her voice the first Zombie moved in kind. Tall angular bones, clothing of modernized civilization, and a weapon that didn’t match this place. A prime? Or what remained of them and the undead’s crotch. Her fingers at the last second shifted into a clawed shaped arrangement to catch it
Ururu’s feet slipped under her as her right arm ratcheted itself and her by extension into the air changing her first foe’s center of gravity in its fall. Air blew past her in putrid roar as she went end over end with four undead ripping at her haunches.
“Pathetic,” Ururu snarled.
Her body twisted as limb after limb deflected those that were going after her. They left trails of thin red streaks but nothing Ururu worried about. Cared about. Each movement wrought more erratic bursts of the green fire like chakra. She had eyes only for Hikaru’s safe return, the ghost of her memory burning in the back of Ururu’s mind. It fed her, fed on her.
Hikaru!
Pale emerald erupted in full force in a roaring liquid inferno that was her body. Rapture was her's, time was her's, and the entire world was a shadow compared to her. Everything about Ururu’s body seemed to exaggerate with her duster barely able to stay attached, held only in place by the very same chakra protecting it and the weight of the backpack. Her heart was body and it was all empty.
Even this miracle of research pioneered between her and her personas, it was empty without them. Without them, life was hollow.
“You did this!” She howled as the full force of her movement blew bodies in every direction. The one who had set events into motion that would have that fucker severing her from her Network. She went after him
Revenge demanded it, shinobi code be damned.
Ururu hit the side of the cave, her digits digging cavities into the wall, she launched herself at the Warlock, her chakra cloaked hand outstretched. All her momentum and strength pushing towards her palm with a pair a plastic vampire teeth in an attempt to knock the warlock's kisser into senseless humiliation.
“HIKARU!”