07-23-2016, 02:26 PM
For every man, there was cause that they would proudly die for, something they would fight for with something as mere as their bare hands. A cause, for which they would be willing to shed blood, even if it was their own. And for the King of Knights, protecting her own was such a cause. This being had went on for long enough, and Arturia was not about to watch her comrades be harmed any further, as a blast of air emanated from her blade, staggering Fleshy as the Golden Blade revealed it’s radiating glow once more.
It was a sign of hope, as much as it was a sign of the fact that the Knight was serious. Carmelita had paid a price for the opening she had created. To pay homage to her sacrifice, the pair would bring the creature down with haste.
Arturia dug her blade through the soft underside of the being. With ease, Excalibur sunk into the globules of fat that sprayed their innards across the floor. The torrent of slippery grease and puss creating an unstable footing for the whole group. An environmental hazard which the King of Knights would remorselessly abuse in a combination attack with Amber.
“The legs, NOW!” her voice carried in the air out to Amber as their blades sung a song of death in unison, slashing away the vital tendons in Fleshy’s legs to bring the monster down. The duo bought enough time for Carmelita to escape from her painful prison of impalement with their maneuver, sending the creature stumbling upon the skating ring of grease, before balance was lost and the thing hit the floor with a soft thump.
But, Fleshy wasn’t dead. In reality, the three of them weren’t even certain if it could be killed anymore. But, they took joy in the small victories, with the spiked wing-like extensions in its back were in a war among themselves, as the being kept impaling itself.
“Limbs, Amber! Go for the limbs!” the knight called out as she rushed out with haste to abandon the things called sword techniques. The blade of Excalibur brought down like a woodcutter’s axe, the Knight began to hack away Fleshy’s leg from its thigh, Amber following the knight’s example with swift execution. Arturia knew her swings lacked in strength compared to those of Amber, the wound in her arm coming back to haunt her, as she couldn’t get a proper two handed grip of her sword.
“DIE; DIE; DIE!” the faunus shrieked with each impact of her sword, as the two of them were slowly working through the limbs. If they couldn’t kill it, they’d just be forced render Fleshy immobile and buy themselves some time to find a way. Carmelita’s shock pistol howled with the continuous firing toward Fleshy’s head, sending his muscles into a disarray of out of control nerve signals, providing an ample distraction to the swordsmen.
Slowly, the pair backed off as one of Fleshy’s legs laid on the floor, and another was likely attached only by the slightest of threads. Sadly, the immobility they thought they’d doomed thing into was naught but a daydream, for which a wake up call was provided in the swiftest of ways. The bony spikes thrust themselves into the floor, and raised the nearly legless mutilated corpse into the air. As it’s left leg hung by by a shred of flesh, a grin spread across the Faunus’ visage, as Razorback was swiftly shifted into a gun once more, a carefully aimed projectile cutting through the flesh, and dropping the leg down. Even then, the stubs that had once been its legs were no longer bleeding, already closed off by the inhuman reconstructive abilities Fleshy seemed to possess.
It was starting to be hard for the trio to find hope in this hopeless situation, but if one were to look for even the tiniest of bright sides?
Well, at least the defence provided from the bony spikes was now utilized elsewhere.
It was a sign of hope, as much as it was a sign of the fact that the Knight was serious. Carmelita had paid a price for the opening she had created. To pay homage to her sacrifice, the pair would bring the creature down with haste.
Arturia dug her blade through the soft underside of the being. With ease, Excalibur sunk into the globules of fat that sprayed their innards across the floor. The torrent of slippery grease and puss creating an unstable footing for the whole group. An environmental hazard which the King of Knights would remorselessly abuse in a combination attack with Amber.
“The legs, NOW!” her voice carried in the air out to Amber as their blades sung a song of death in unison, slashing away the vital tendons in Fleshy’s legs to bring the monster down. The duo bought enough time for Carmelita to escape from her painful prison of impalement with their maneuver, sending the creature stumbling upon the skating ring of grease, before balance was lost and the thing hit the floor with a soft thump.
But, Fleshy wasn’t dead. In reality, the three of them weren’t even certain if it could be killed anymore. But, they took joy in the small victories, with the spiked wing-like extensions in its back were in a war among themselves, as the being kept impaling itself.
“Limbs, Amber! Go for the limbs!” the knight called out as she rushed out with haste to abandon the things called sword techniques. The blade of Excalibur brought down like a woodcutter’s axe, the Knight began to hack away Fleshy’s leg from its thigh, Amber following the knight’s example with swift execution. Arturia knew her swings lacked in strength compared to those of Amber, the wound in her arm coming back to haunt her, as she couldn’t get a proper two handed grip of her sword.
“DIE; DIE; DIE!” the faunus shrieked with each impact of her sword, as the two of them were slowly working through the limbs. If they couldn’t kill it, they’d just be forced render Fleshy immobile and buy themselves some time to find a way. Carmelita’s shock pistol howled with the continuous firing toward Fleshy’s head, sending his muscles into a disarray of out of control nerve signals, providing an ample distraction to the swordsmen.
Slowly, the pair backed off as one of Fleshy’s legs laid on the floor, and another was likely attached only by the slightest of threads. Sadly, the immobility they thought they’d doomed thing into was naught but a daydream, for which a wake up call was provided in the swiftest of ways. The bony spikes thrust themselves into the floor, and raised the nearly legless mutilated corpse into the air. As it’s left leg hung by by a shred of flesh, a grin spread across the Faunus’ visage, as Razorback was swiftly shifted into a gun once more, a carefully aimed projectile cutting through the flesh, and dropping the leg down. Even then, the stubs that had once been its legs were no longer bleeding, already closed off by the inhuman reconstructive abilities Fleshy seemed to possess.
It was starting to be hard for the trio to find hope in this hopeless situation, but if one were to look for even the tiniest of bright sides?
Well, at least the defence provided from the bony spikes was now utilized elsewhere.
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