[4-14] The Town

[Gildarts]

The smell of acrid smoke and Okor’s breath, filled her nose as she challenged the Tyrant’s promise of certain death. The clawslinger’s momentum carried her shimmering golden body forward, as Red’s glowing tail whipped behind her. Red’s tail? Boggled, her mind quickly adapted while she caught glimpses of her lioness pelt below her shoulders. Amid the barrage of battle, Christa felt the immediate coordination of alike minds and just how much her senses had piqued. The cat's mind steadied through the serene rush from the previous thrill. Two bodies toned and poised for battle had woven together, while their combined soul mingled within a body forged by gods. Red leaned to the left and she dove between the Tyrant’s legs; her arms rose upward while crescent dagger-sized claws sprouted out and were driven into the beast’s torso. The fused being slid out of the way of the claws that whipped all too close to her nose.

Glitters of fire came from her palms as the heat of her other half’s energy bubbled within, telling her without force, where to aim. A gush of crimson flooded the thick layers of darkness until it crumbled into the murder-driven monster. It was disoriented and the fire charred the Tyrant’s flesh while Okor unloaded another hammer into its back, Zoooom! Colonel had unloaded a colossal sized missile into the creature’s carcass. A roar of agony sounded as it turned to the most recent threat, and the fusion tackled the beast daringly. Her jaws sunk into the flesh, and she spat out the bitter taste as she racked the claws over his chest, again and again until she finally saw enough shredded flesh fall from the set of ribs.

The creature had feigned weakness, before the lion-like being could dodge, the Tyrant’s own razor-sharp claw fell into her side. A lion’s howl of pain deafened those closest, while Christaki leapt off of her rival, vowing to get close enough for another shot. The creature staggered to a stand, brushing off some of the smoldering liquid essence from its abdomen as it met her amber eyes, now narrowed diamonds. Teeth bared while the two beasts circled, You shed my blood and I'll shed yours too.

It lunged, her fur bristled and her muscles where driven to immediate reaction, however she was not quick enough, for it was not she who was the target. Her eyes widened too late when she saw the claw descend above Fiara, who had somehow crept too close to this massacre, so close she was about to become a casualty. 

Bullets pierced the skin of the beast who snickered at the mere pinpricks; the clawslinger unleashed the raw, bestial fury she’d been holding in for much too long. Unable to see below her, the animal drove her momentum into the enemy and threw her saber teeth into the Tyrant’s shoulder. Hitched on the bone of its clavicle, a snarl caught on her throat and she threw the essence of evil into the nearest street lamp with her pure strength. The plague marine followed up with a strike from his mammoth hammer, while her embedded claw –now stuck on sticky flesh– attempted to pry itself from the mess of silky flesh. Its blood was hardening like stone.

The Tyrant’s laughter now filled the hallowed night air.