02-22-2016, 08:53 PM
Unbelievable. Her mind had degenerated to the point where pain was a drug she needed to survive. Her matted and blood soaked hair stuck to her face as she bared her teeth at the Warlock who had imprisoned the Spirit whom requested her help. The virus was progressing to the point where her heart would go for minutes without beating, completely ceasing her blood loss and letting whatever functioning marrow she had left restore her vitality. The damage to her leg had been exacerbated by the encounter with that female earlier, but it in this state it was manageable. The only thing keeping her upright was the fact that the virus she had injected into her body was defying the damage done to her muscular system. The bone in her injured leg was the only support for her weight at this point and even though the gash had been extended down her thigh and through her knee, Trixie could still use the leg in a basic capacity.
“I do not entertain!” Trixie bellowed.
Even though her arms had been severed by the chainsaw Trixie could still feel them as if her brain had a ghost copy in the physical one’s place. It was a strange sensation to try and move ones’ hand and have nothing respond.
“So you’re the person responsible for the island and the Spirit?” The mistress furrowed her brow and set her jaw.
The hooded figure ignited his fists with lightning that lit up the cave with their shadows. With a flick of his wrist the warlock launched a series of sparks toward Trixie’s person. Using all the power she could muster from her good leg the mistress forced herself into a cartwheel and narrowly avoided the incoming blast of electricity. With a quick push of her legs the Sith was in a hobbled sprint and upon the Warlock. Pivoting on her bad leg she arced her good foot in a swift kick towards the wizards face. Raising his wrist, the Master of Magic blocked her attack and pushed it back. Using the momentum Trixie hopped to her good leg and brought her right shin to bear upon the warlock’s exposed side. With a quick push of his right palm the magician blasted her attempt with a shower of electric sparks that sent convulsion causing current through her body.
“Fuck…” The mistress spat as she landed hard on her back, fresh blood sprayed from her severed arm sockets.
Smoke slowly wafted from the various sections of burnt flesh on Trixie’s body. The Warlock laughed at her pitiful attempt to fight him in such a handicap state.
“I must admire your tenacity, but in your current state how can you hope to even combat me properly?” The magician observed.
Beatrix just lay there, ignoring the words that were spewing forth from her adversary’s tongue. With a grunt of dissatisfaction, the Warlock adjusted his robes and walked over to the fallen Zombie Trixie. Placing two fingers to her neck he checked her pulse.
AN OPENING!
With all of her strength Zombie Trixie opened her maw and bit down on the wizards’ wrist, ignoring the automatic electric defense he had in place in case of such things. Through the currents of electricity burning and coursing through her teeth and into her body she held her grip like a predator waiting for their prey to tire out.
“I do not entertain!” Trixie bellowed.
Even though her arms had been severed by the chainsaw Trixie could still feel them as if her brain had a ghost copy in the physical one’s place. It was a strange sensation to try and move ones’ hand and have nothing respond.
“So you’re the person responsible for the island and the Spirit?” The mistress furrowed her brow and set her jaw.
The hooded figure ignited his fists with lightning that lit up the cave with their shadows. With a flick of his wrist the warlock launched a series of sparks toward Trixie’s person. Using all the power she could muster from her good leg the mistress forced herself into a cartwheel and narrowly avoided the incoming blast of electricity. With a quick push of her legs the Sith was in a hobbled sprint and upon the Warlock. Pivoting on her bad leg she arced her good foot in a swift kick towards the wizards face. Raising his wrist, the Master of Magic blocked her attack and pushed it back. Using the momentum Trixie hopped to her good leg and brought her right shin to bear upon the warlock’s exposed side. With a quick push of his right palm the magician blasted her attempt with a shower of electric sparks that sent convulsion causing current through her body.
“Fuck…” The mistress spat as she landed hard on her back, fresh blood sprayed from her severed arm sockets.
Smoke slowly wafted from the various sections of burnt flesh on Trixie’s body. The Warlock laughed at her pitiful attempt to fight him in such a handicap state.
“I must admire your tenacity, but in your current state how can you hope to even combat me properly?” The magician observed.
Beatrix just lay there, ignoring the words that were spewing forth from her adversary’s tongue. With a grunt of dissatisfaction, the Warlock adjusted his robes and walked over to the fallen Zombie Trixie. Placing two fingers to her neck he checked her pulse.
AN OPENING!
With all of her strength Zombie Trixie opened her maw and bit down on the wizards’ wrist, ignoring the automatic electric defense he had in place in case of such things. Through the currents of electricity burning and coursing through her teeth and into her body she held her grip like a predator waiting for their prey to tire out.
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