07-07-2017, 11:57 AM
Dominator raised an eyebrow at the boy as he vented his frustration. Still, when he demonstrated that he could in fact create something, anything, that meant his value increased a hundred times over. It also meant that she could have a bit more fun with him. After all, if he was a Prime, the chaos he could cause was that much more impressive in scope and scale.
It wasn’t long before more of the strange shadowy creatures formed to try and do battle with them, though. Dominator sighed and rolled her eyes, discarding the pineapple drink over her shoulder, where it bounced off the helmet of one of the soldier Heartless.
Her armour formed back around her as she stood up straight, and cracked her neck. There were a lot of them, but as individuals, they weren’t particularly strong or menacing. She flinched backwards when the boy flung his sword in her direction, raising one arm, only to realise that he had struck down some of the smaller creatures that were threatening her. Irritated, her visor snapped back down over her face, and she was protected.
“Lord Dominator.”
The word came out like the growl of a feral beast from inside the metal cavern of her helmet. It seemed like the Heartless were mostly interested in Repliku, which was good enough for her. The boy’s acrobatic display of fighting prowess definitely made him seem like a more sound investment of her time.
“Make sure you leave one of them alive.”
The command thundered out over the din of battle as Dominator began to spin on the spot. If there was one cure for the blues, she always thought, it was a target rich environment. The cannon reformed over her arm, and she unleashed blast after blast of hot, scalding magma into the Heartless ranks.
On its own, the blasts couldn’t kill most things outright. That wasn’t, really, what they were for. Instead, the clinging magma formed a binding prison of slowly solidifying metal; encasing the creatures to allow Repliku an easier time in his blade dance of death.
Until, at least, one of those larger ones came hurtling in towards her. She shot the cannon point-blank, and the magma splashed harmlessly over its bulk, spreading out in a hardening, gummy mass of molten metal.
The creature slammed into her, but this time, she was at least ready and braced for the impact. Together, they carved furrows into the pristine green grass below until Dominator brought it to a halt. It lashed out with one fist, which she caught in her gloved hand. It drew back the other, her own hand still reforming from the cannon, and she brought her head whipping forwards, crashing into the creature’s blank face and forcing it to stumble backwards, where her leg hooked behind its own and sent it stumbling down to the ground under the weight of its own hefty bulk.
“Is there any reason these things are following you everywhere?” She asked, as she raised one foot, and brought it down heavily on the skull of the downed fatty, “Or are you just lucky?”
It wasn’t long before more of the strange shadowy creatures formed to try and do battle with them, though. Dominator sighed and rolled her eyes, discarding the pineapple drink over her shoulder, where it bounced off the helmet of one of the soldier Heartless.
Her armour formed back around her as she stood up straight, and cracked her neck. There were a lot of them, but as individuals, they weren’t particularly strong or menacing. She flinched backwards when the boy flung his sword in her direction, raising one arm, only to realise that he had struck down some of the smaller creatures that were threatening her. Irritated, her visor snapped back down over her face, and she was protected.
“Lord Dominator.”
The word came out like the growl of a feral beast from inside the metal cavern of her helmet. It seemed like the Heartless were mostly interested in Repliku, which was good enough for her. The boy’s acrobatic display of fighting prowess definitely made him seem like a more sound investment of her time.
“Make sure you leave one of them alive.”
The command thundered out over the din of battle as Dominator began to spin on the spot. If there was one cure for the blues, she always thought, it was a target rich environment. The cannon reformed over her arm, and she unleashed blast after blast of hot, scalding magma into the Heartless ranks.
On its own, the blasts couldn’t kill most things outright. That wasn’t, really, what they were for. Instead, the clinging magma formed a binding prison of slowly solidifying metal; encasing the creatures to allow Repliku an easier time in his blade dance of death.
Until, at least, one of those larger ones came hurtling in towards her. She shot the cannon point-blank, and the magma splashed harmlessly over its bulk, spreading out in a hardening, gummy mass of molten metal.
The creature slammed into her, but this time, she was at least ready and braced for the impact. Together, they carved furrows into the pristine green grass below until Dominator brought it to a halt. It lashed out with one fist, which she caught in her gloved hand. It drew back the other, her own hand still reforming from the cannon, and she brought her head whipping forwards, crashing into the creature’s blank face and forcing it to stumble backwards, where her leg hooked behind its own and sent it stumbling down to the ground under the weight of its own hefty bulk.
“Is there any reason these things are following you everywhere?” She asked, as she raised one foot, and brought it down heavily on the skull of the downed fatty, “Or are you just lucky?”
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