06-06-2017, 12:37 AM
If there was one thing Morene never got used to when in the midst of combat, it was the feeling of her stamina slowly depleting and her breathing patterns becoming faster and faster. As if there wasn't enough pressure on her chest as it is, not even her light "mutations" she had subjected herself to in her past life were keeping up with the utter mess going on around her.
It wouldn't be that bad, really. Not if two of her colleagues hadn't appeared dead a mere seconds ago. Something in her gut told Morene it wasn't that easy. She couldn't mourn now, not until she found bodies.
Alternatively, saving her own hide would alleviate that issue of finding her allies as well. If she could, that is.
More loud snarling broke the woman out of her slight panic. Morene knew it wasn't professional of her to lose her cool now. The huntress reassured herself.
I've handled worse. Much, much worse.
For now, she'd hope so anyways. Even if the Son of Sparda and the tiny robot seemed to be nowhere in sight, Morene knew it was her best interest to see Dante's plan see the light of day. Thankfully for her, it already was. The tentacle beast not too far to the side of where she sprinted seemed to be in... a bit of pain. Unease, rather. Morene wasn't sure why; perhaps it was that it was alarmed by their presence? It didn't look too smart, she'd note.
With a bit of discomforted twitching out of the way, the Junktopus slammed one of it's many appendages onto the floor of the void beneath it, a sudden crash following. The now knightly-looking woman didn't pay much attention to her allies, for all she expected was the creature to attack her, since she seemed to be the easiest target. Rather, she felt that she was the easiest target, and she wasn't sure why until she saw two Darklings sprint towards her.
Without thinking, it only took a second as she drove-by and sliced both of their jaws straight off their heads. Morene instinctively baited one of them into attempting to defend themselves, and kept running. As she did so, Morene could feel the ground shake.
The noise started quietly, but as a few short moments passed, it turned into a loud screech. Not one of a monster, but of grinding metal. No, not even metal, just... things.
Junk.
The tentacled creature's arm slid across the floor, directly towards her. The armor-clad woman would have felt safe, if she hadn't felt a horrible twist at her ankle at that exact moment. Another quick look, this time downwards as she fell over to the floor. Another Darkling could be seen at the corner of her eyes, grasping at her leg previously seared by the energy blast from the Cyber-commander in their previous encounter.
Pain returned to her once again, coming up the nerves in her legs like a slow, destructive wave. She didn't need to look, for Morene knew the tentacle was only less than ten meters away at this point.
Before the thought of escaping this dire situation even sprang into her mind, Morene heard herself utter something terrible; a phrase so uncalled for, she was surprised it even left her lips! Or... so she thought.
"HECK!"
The huntress could practically feel Lord Zedd rolling his eyes.
Thankfully for said huntress, Morene had already gracefully shot a grappling cable from her forearm outwards into the void, latching onto the floor and reeling her into safety at the last possible second. Morene herself was in no danger, but the same couldn't be said for the Darkling latched onto her; the woman could feel the weight she had stuck onto her foot divide itself by half as the Junktopus divided the Darkling in half.
Her landing wasn't as perfect as the last time she utilized her Circuit-Makers, but it didn't need to be. As her armored legs skidded accross the floor, sparks flew into the air as she clawed into the ground beneath her. It felt very strange, but needless to say, it stopped her from drifting any further from the remaining group of Liberators than she already was.
As she quickly got herself up, the tiny hole in Morene's heart as she saw Desman and Dante were nowhere to be found was filled slightly by the sight of the Junktopus utterly dispatching it's own men left and right. Rather, left to right, in Morene's perspective. She felt herself chuckle at that one as she ran back into the fray, hoping to anger the boss-like abomination that squirmed before them into helping them Liberate the void further.
"Heh, look at him go..."
Biting her tongue to keep herself from getting cocky, Morene let go and breathed in once more. She couldn't count the number of Darklings being terminated before her, but it was definitely more than twenty at a time. Possibly double that, if she really stretched her definition of "terminated." As she ran forward, the woman had only wished her comrades, who she hoped were still alive, could see this plan work out as it was intended, even considering how roughly it was formulated.
Morene could at least give Zedd some credit; it didn't matter now if they were here or not. Even if their goal at this point was to survive, the huntress saw further than that.
Nebula would pay for this, no matter if her allies were dead or alive.
It wouldn't be that bad, really. Not if two of her colleagues hadn't appeared dead a mere seconds ago. Something in her gut told Morene it wasn't that easy. She couldn't mourn now, not until she found bodies.
Alternatively, saving her own hide would alleviate that issue of finding her allies as well. If she could, that is.
More loud snarling broke the woman out of her slight panic. Morene knew it wasn't professional of her to lose her cool now. The huntress reassured herself.
I've handled worse. Much, much worse.
For now, she'd hope so anyways. Even if the Son of Sparda and the tiny robot seemed to be nowhere in sight, Morene knew it was her best interest to see Dante's plan see the light of day. Thankfully for her, it already was. The tentacle beast not too far to the side of where she sprinted seemed to be in... a bit of pain. Unease, rather. Morene wasn't sure why; perhaps it was that it was alarmed by their presence? It didn't look too smart, she'd note.
With a bit of discomforted twitching out of the way, the Junktopus slammed one of it's many appendages onto the floor of the void beneath it, a sudden crash following. The now knightly-looking woman didn't pay much attention to her allies, for all she expected was the creature to attack her, since she seemed to be the easiest target. Rather, she felt that she was the easiest target, and she wasn't sure why until she saw two Darklings sprint towards her.
Without thinking, it only took a second as she drove-by and sliced both of their jaws straight off their heads. Morene instinctively baited one of them into attempting to defend themselves, and kept running. As she did so, Morene could feel the ground shake.
The noise started quietly, but as a few short moments passed, it turned into a loud screech. Not one of a monster, but of grinding metal. No, not even metal, just... things.
Junk.
The tentacled creature's arm slid across the floor, directly towards her. The armor-clad woman would have felt safe, if she hadn't felt a horrible twist at her ankle at that exact moment. Another quick look, this time downwards as she fell over to the floor. Another Darkling could be seen at the corner of her eyes, grasping at her leg previously seared by the energy blast from the Cyber-commander in their previous encounter.
Pain returned to her once again, coming up the nerves in her legs like a slow, destructive wave. She didn't need to look, for Morene knew the tentacle was only less than ten meters away at this point.
Before the thought of escaping this dire situation even sprang into her mind, Morene heard herself utter something terrible; a phrase so uncalled for, she was surprised it even left her lips! Or... so she thought.
"HECK!"
The huntress could practically feel Lord Zedd rolling his eyes.
Thankfully for said huntress, Morene had already gracefully shot a grappling cable from her forearm outwards into the void, latching onto the floor and reeling her into safety at the last possible second. Morene herself was in no danger, but the same couldn't be said for the Darkling latched onto her; the woman could feel the weight she had stuck onto her foot divide itself by half as the Junktopus divided the Darkling in half.
Her landing wasn't as perfect as the last time she utilized her Circuit-Makers, but it didn't need to be. As her armored legs skidded accross the floor, sparks flew into the air as she clawed into the ground beneath her. It felt very strange, but needless to say, it stopped her from drifting any further from the remaining group of Liberators than she already was.
As she quickly got herself up, the tiny hole in Morene's heart as she saw Desman and Dante were nowhere to be found was filled slightly by the sight of the Junktopus utterly dispatching it's own men left and right. Rather, left to right, in Morene's perspective. She felt herself chuckle at that one as she ran back into the fray, hoping to anger the boss-like abomination that squirmed before them into helping them Liberate the void further.
"Heh, look at him go..."
Biting her tongue to keep herself from getting cocky, Morene let go and breathed in once more. She couldn't count the number of Darklings being terminated before her, but it was definitely more than twenty at a time. Possibly double that, if she really stretched her definition of "terminated." As she ran forward, the woman had only wished her comrades, who she hoped were still alive, could see this plan work out as it was intended, even considering how roughly it was formulated.
Morene could at least give Zedd some credit; it didn't matter now if they were here or not. Even if their goal at this point was to survive, the huntress saw further than that.
Nebula would pay for this, no matter if her allies were dead or alive.
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