10-06-2016, 01:57 AM
The information provided by the dying ork was enough to find her way to the ork’s stronghold. Amber trudged down the sunny forest path in the direction her enemy pointed her to with Razorback in hand. Saying she was pissed would be an understatement. They’ve brought this on themselves numerous times, launching poorly planned attacks on them and recklessly fighting a prime of Amber’s strength. This time, they wouldn't get a chance to suck.
The path was a bit further than Amber anticipated. She hoped that she would not get lost making her way there, because if she could not find those orks, she would have to collect another bag of acorns. Fucking nuts. Confident she would find her target though, the faunus pushed on angrily.
Her furry ears perked up not much further up the road. Water. She could hear it rushing in the river. The current was strong, or so it sounded, so this river must be big. Past the small tree line, the road split into two: One path led up ther river in one direction, the other was bridge made of solid stone to cross the rushing rapids. Amber looked up at the sky. Judging location was a bit difficult here in the Omniverse but this world reminded her of Vale. Lots of trees and sun. The suns position helped her find which way was east.
Crossing ther bridge and turning right, she continued to rush next to the water, running against its current and being splashed every so often. The wind was starting to pick up slightly, too. None of it bothered Amber though.
In the distance was a wooden structure. It started to pop out from the trees as Amber neared it, just a few ten feet away from the river. This had to be the stronghold. Poorly designed with a primitive nature about it. A greenish figure stood out in front of the wall of wood, probably a guard for the orks. As soon as he saw Amber in the distance speeding toward him, her opened to large wooden gate, quickly making his way inside. Not too much sooner a horn blared loudly. Must signal and assault to ready their forces. Let them come. Amber has dealt with hordes of Grimm. A small group of orks would is child's play to that.
Amber neared the gate. The wooden structure was made up tightly wound wooden poles with edged tips to keep out intruders. When she got with with in fifty feet, rocks bigger than her head came after her. They were throwing them over the walls to try and take Amber out before she even arrived. It was actually kind of cute, their determination. Too bad it was in vain.
Slashing stone out of the air and dodging roughly was enough to keep the rocks at bay. She slowed her approach in order to focus on the rocks. Taking a hit would not feel good, so it was best to approach slowly and carefully. Soon she was too close to the wall for them to throw the rocks at her. The worried cheiftain ordered them to barricade the door. Every able bodied ork started to take their pile of rocks to the door. Planting them in front of it to bar her passage. As always, the determined faunus would not give up. She slammed Razorback into the wooden gate sending splinters of wood flying in every direction. “Anyone home?!” She yelled out to the orks. They ignored her, obviously, fixing the stones that had fallen off the pile and continuing to load it with more stone.
Another load splintering crack sounded on the other side of the gate. “Come on! I just want to borrow a cup of sugar!” The wood split completely this time, sending one of the poles making up the gate tumbling down. With the gate weaked, the piled up rocks weighed on it. The wood gave into the weight of the stone, making the gate come crashing down. Amber jumped back as the rocks spilled out in front of her. A perfect path into the stronghold.
The orks gathered in the middle of their fort. The most of them got ready to defend their chieftain. As the cat stepped over the stones, she smirked and looked down on her prey. “Hey neighbors.” She said. “Thought we could get together and play a game. I call it Slaughter.” An odd aura surrounded the faunus, outlining her body in red glow. She jumped off her rock mountain and charged into the bowling pin group of orks. She was landing a strike on this set.
Power coursed through Amber’s veins like never before, not even since that adrenaline shot back on the Stranded Island. While it made her feel more aggressively alive, this power was raw and completely untamed. She sliced through orks like they were butter, cutting through their clubs and even slicing the green dudes into two pieces. She was too fast. Running through the group taking down any enemy that dared to raise a weapon against her. Her reckless attack made her take a few nicks here and there, and they hurt, but nothing was going to stop the bloodshed she had begun.
“Ten, eleven, twelve,” she counted as each lifeless body fell to the ground. She made it all the way to twenty-seven before the remaining orks were either all dead or too afraid to get near her. The chieftain still remained though, and it was going to be a glorious kill. Although, it would be better if he was not a coward like the remaining orks. He climbed over the rocks and was trying to make an escape, with her nuts as well. Amber’s blood boiled, and with a blood curdling howl she sped after him at high speed.
“Give me back my acorns you rotten shit!” She yelled at him. Unfortunately, the poor ork had no chance of escaping her. She raise her weapon over head when she was within a few yards of him and tossed it at his back. The steel dug into his spinal column very unpleasant like and he fell to the ground, blood poured from the open wound. The now calmed down Amber walked up to her prey, pulling her sword from his back. Blood spewed like a fountain out of the wound. The bag of acorns was dropped not so far away from where he fell. Amber retrieved them quickly. While it seemed fitting to leave the chief to sit there and bleed to death, she knew that if she didn't kill him now, he'd come back. The faunus strapped her pouch of nuts to her side and took Razorback in hand again, twisting it to it's blunt side. With a hefty downward swing and enough force to break concrete, she obliterated the orks skull into nothing more than a pancake of blood, bones and brains. Not so much brains though.
Amber took a sigh of relief. “Finally I can fucking relax.” She said sheathing Razorback in its holster. “It's about damn time too. I need some rest after that skirmish. Wonder how I did that glowy shit. It felt awesome.” She exclaimed about her new found power. The feeling was like nothing she experienced before. Primes are really the big tits here with powers like this. She took a moment to catch her breath and take a look at her wounds. Nothing more than a few bruises on her arms and one on her chest, which she was just now starting to feel. A small jolt of pain flowed into her shoulders from her chest. A little rest and it should heal up. First priority is to get the acorns to the old lady though. Maybe then she would head back home and take a proper cat nap.
The walk back was longer than expected. It seemed much shorter when she took it opposite. Though, at that point she was extremely angry and running. Now she was calm and walking. At least there was nothing to worry about though, nothing was trying to kill her anymore since she entered this giant forest. Good change of pace.
The path was a bit further than Amber anticipated. She hoped that she would not get lost making her way there, because if she could not find those orks, she would have to collect another bag of acorns. Fucking nuts. Confident she would find her target though, the faunus pushed on angrily.
Her furry ears perked up not much further up the road. Water. She could hear it rushing in the river. The current was strong, or so it sounded, so this river must be big. Past the small tree line, the road split into two: One path led up ther river in one direction, the other was bridge made of solid stone to cross the rushing rapids. Amber looked up at the sky. Judging location was a bit difficult here in the Omniverse but this world reminded her of Vale. Lots of trees and sun. The suns position helped her find which way was east.
Crossing ther bridge and turning right, she continued to rush next to the water, running against its current and being splashed every so often. The wind was starting to pick up slightly, too. None of it bothered Amber though.
In the distance was a wooden structure. It started to pop out from the trees as Amber neared it, just a few ten feet away from the river. This had to be the stronghold. Poorly designed with a primitive nature about it. A greenish figure stood out in front of the wall of wood, probably a guard for the orks. As soon as he saw Amber in the distance speeding toward him, her opened to large wooden gate, quickly making his way inside. Not too much sooner a horn blared loudly. Must signal and assault to ready their forces. Let them come. Amber has dealt with hordes of Grimm. A small group of orks would is child's play to that.
Amber neared the gate. The wooden structure was made up tightly wound wooden poles with edged tips to keep out intruders. When she got with with in fifty feet, rocks bigger than her head came after her. They were throwing them over the walls to try and take Amber out before she even arrived. It was actually kind of cute, their determination. Too bad it was in vain.
Slashing stone out of the air and dodging roughly was enough to keep the rocks at bay. She slowed her approach in order to focus on the rocks. Taking a hit would not feel good, so it was best to approach slowly and carefully. Soon she was too close to the wall for them to throw the rocks at her. The worried cheiftain ordered them to barricade the door. Every able bodied ork started to take their pile of rocks to the door. Planting them in front of it to bar her passage. As always, the determined faunus would not give up. She slammed Razorback into the wooden gate sending splinters of wood flying in every direction. “Anyone home?!” She yelled out to the orks. They ignored her, obviously, fixing the stones that had fallen off the pile and continuing to load it with more stone.
Another load splintering crack sounded on the other side of the gate. “Come on! I just want to borrow a cup of sugar!” The wood split completely this time, sending one of the poles making up the gate tumbling down. With the gate weaked, the piled up rocks weighed on it. The wood gave into the weight of the stone, making the gate come crashing down. Amber jumped back as the rocks spilled out in front of her. A perfect path into the stronghold.
The orks gathered in the middle of their fort. The most of them got ready to defend their chieftain. As the cat stepped over the stones, she smirked and looked down on her prey. “Hey neighbors.” She said. “Thought we could get together and play a game. I call it Slaughter.” An odd aura surrounded the faunus, outlining her body in red glow. She jumped off her rock mountain and charged into the bowling pin group of orks. She was landing a strike on this set.
Power coursed through Amber’s veins like never before, not even since that adrenaline shot back on the Stranded Island. While it made her feel more aggressively alive, this power was raw and completely untamed. She sliced through orks like they were butter, cutting through their clubs and even slicing the green dudes into two pieces. She was too fast. Running through the group taking down any enemy that dared to raise a weapon against her. Her reckless attack made her take a few nicks here and there, and they hurt, but nothing was going to stop the bloodshed she had begun.
“Ten, eleven, twelve,” she counted as each lifeless body fell to the ground. She made it all the way to twenty-seven before the remaining orks were either all dead or too afraid to get near her. The chieftain still remained though, and it was going to be a glorious kill. Although, it would be better if he was not a coward like the remaining orks. He climbed over the rocks and was trying to make an escape, with her nuts as well. Amber’s blood boiled, and with a blood curdling howl she sped after him at high speed.
“Give me back my acorns you rotten shit!” She yelled at him. Unfortunately, the poor ork had no chance of escaping her. She raise her weapon over head when she was within a few yards of him and tossed it at his back. The steel dug into his spinal column very unpleasant like and he fell to the ground, blood poured from the open wound. The now calmed down Amber walked up to her prey, pulling her sword from his back. Blood spewed like a fountain out of the wound. The bag of acorns was dropped not so far away from where he fell. Amber retrieved them quickly. While it seemed fitting to leave the chief to sit there and bleed to death, she knew that if she didn't kill him now, he'd come back. The faunus strapped her pouch of nuts to her side and took Razorback in hand again, twisting it to it's blunt side. With a hefty downward swing and enough force to break concrete, she obliterated the orks skull into nothing more than a pancake of blood, bones and brains. Not so much brains though.
Amber took a sigh of relief. “Finally I can fucking relax.” She said sheathing Razorback in its holster. “It's about damn time too. I need some rest after that skirmish. Wonder how I did that glowy shit. It felt awesome.” She exclaimed about her new found power. The feeling was like nothing she experienced before. Primes are really the big tits here with powers like this. She took a moment to catch her breath and take a look at her wounds. Nothing more than a few bruises on her arms and one on her chest, which she was just now starting to feel. A small jolt of pain flowed into her shoulders from her chest. A little rest and it should heal up. First priority is to get the acorns to the old lady though. Maybe then she would head back home and take a proper cat nap.
The walk back was longer than expected. It seemed much shorter when she took it opposite. Though, at that point she was extremely angry and running. Now she was calm and walking. At least there was nothing to worry about though, nothing was trying to kill her anymore since she entered this giant forest. Good change of pace.
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Amber used her Animal Instincts at the stronghold to quickly take down many orks in a huge fatal swoop. It ended when she killed the chief. SP count: 2/3
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber