Post by Amalia Ashenberry on Mar 12, 2019 21:10:33 GMT
”And why wouldn’t I be? This is great practice.”
She laughed, a loud, boisterous sound, further unnerving the enemy forces. With shaking hands, the soldiers approached, weapons drawn, cybernetic implants searching, searching. The battle was at a standstill, the heroes resting, and outnumbered, and the villains too scared and apprehensive to continue their fight. Smoke curled through the air, clinging to fragments of cloth and wrapping itself around the battle. More and more enemies came pouring, each surrounding them, each with a barrel pointed at them; their plan was obvious, a victory by numbers. Even with their power, it would be impossible to block so many bullets at once. Vaguely, Amalia recognized this, it really was an ingenious tactic, but she had little care for it. Her focus was on something else.
”Oh, you’re injured. How careless of you.”
She let her slim fingers slide across his neck, probing the injury. If he wasn’t careful, he’d bleed out. Amalia hadn’t exactly gotten away unscathed, there were several locations that dripped blood where blade or carelessness had taken her, but nothing quite so serious as this. It was time to end this, as soon as possible, lest she be forced to exact vengeance yet again. By now, the enemy was numbered in the dozens, but Amalia wasn’t worried. Each held a weapon quite capable of blowing a hole through her, but Amalia was not concerned. See, she had an ace in the hole.
”Before you begin …” The words crawled and slid from her like snakes, each poised to strike and snap if given the chance. ”Let me get comfortable.” The confused looks on the face of the nearest soldiers was almost worth the danger, Amalia thought, as she let her blade drop. The shield, the glowing white heater, slid from her grip as well until she was only clutching the edge of the metal, the powerful magical artifact just inches from the ground. The wind blew, catching her ashen hair and blowing it across the shoulder. Sunlight reflected off her grey eyes, casting dappled shadows down her face. And for a long moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, a moment in which it seemed as if they were indeed outnumbered, Amalia simply stood and stared.
”May darkness show mercy to all of you.”
And in that instant, as the words left her with a grin to equal the most vicious of wolves, she flicked her wrist. Such a simple, small gesture, one that sent the shield flying to slam into the faceplate of the nearest soldier. Trying to stab the tide, as it were, if it weren’t for all the energy Iris had absorbed. During this entire encounter, all the force and energy blocked by the shield had been absorbed, kept inside, and in a single violent instant, all that energy was released. A wave of pure magical energy blasted outwards, sending the shield spinning, and at that same instant Amalia bodily tackled Cebra, of course fearing for his life. The wave of energy was massive, and powerful; the lucky ones were ripped to shreds, dying instantly. The unlucky ones were blasted backwards, likely with life-altering injuries, into the building behind them. Chaos reigned, blood and cybernetic fluid coated the ground, limbs littered the sky and immediate area and, where the shield had been, nothing remained but a crater, as if a missile had gone off.
But Amalia had eyes for nothing but Cebra; underneath her, even as rushed as it was, there bodies so close, and it had been so long- She kissed him, passionate, as if the sight of so much death and destruction was a turn on for her. And in a way, it was. Not the death, per se, but having a purpose again, doing what she was trained to do, letting her flex her muscles, so to speak. And she loved that, loved that he understood that sometimes, a girl just had to bathe in blood.
She laughed, a loud, boisterous sound, further unnerving the enemy forces. With shaking hands, the soldiers approached, weapons drawn, cybernetic implants searching, searching. The battle was at a standstill, the heroes resting, and outnumbered, and the villains too scared and apprehensive to continue their fight. Smoke curled through the air, clinging to fragments of cloth and wrapping itself around the battle. More and more enemies came pouring, each surrounding them, each with a barrel pointed at them; their plan was obvious, a victory by numbers. Even with their power, it would be impossible to block so many bullets at once. Vaguely, Amalia recognized this, it really was an ingenious tactic, but she had little care for it. Her focus was on something else.
”Oh, you’re injured. How careless of you.”
She let her slim fingers slide across his neck, probing the injury. If he wasn’t careful, he’d bleed out. Amalia hadn’t exactly gotten away unscathed, there were several locations that dripped blood where blade or carelessness had taken her, but nothing quite so serious as this. It was time to end this, as soon as possible, lest she be forced to exact vengeance yet again. By now, the enemy was numbered in the dozens, but Amalia wasn’t worried. Each held a weapon quite capable of blowing a hole through her, but Amalia was not concerned. See, she had an ace in the hole.
”Before you begin …” The words crawled and slid from her like snakes, each poised to strike and snap if given the chance. ”Let me get comfortable.” The confused looks on the face of the nearest soldiers was almost worth the danger, Amalia thought, as she let her blade drop. The shield, the glowing white heater, slid from her grip as well until she was only clutching the edge of the metal, the powerful magical artifact just inches from the ground. The wind blew, catching her ashen hair and blowing it across the shoulder. Sunlight reflected off her grey eyes, casting dappled shadows down her face. And for a long moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, a moment in which it seemed as if they were indeed outnumbered, Amalia simply stood and stared.
”May darkness show mercy to all of you.”
And in that instant, as the words left her with a grin to equal the most vicious of wolves, she flicked her wrist. Such a simple, small gesture, one that sent the shield flying to slam into the faceplate of the nearest soldier. Trying to stab the tide, as it were, if it weren’t for all the energy Iris had absorbed. During this entire encounter, all the force and energy blocked by the shield had been absorbed, kept inside, and in a single violent instant, all that energy was released. A wave of pure magical energy blasted outwards, sending the shield spinning, and at that same instant Amalia bodily tackled Cebra, of course fearing for his life. The wave of energy was massive, and powerful; the lucky ones were ripped to shreds, dying instantly. The unlucky ones were blasted backwards, likely with life-altering injuries, into the building behind them. Chaos reigned, blood and cybernetic fluid coated the ground, limbs littered the sky and immediate area and, where the shield had been, nothing remained but a crater, as if a missile had gone off.
But Amalia had eyes for nothing but Cebra; underneath her, even as rushed as it was, there bodies so close, and it had been so long- She kissed him, passionate, as if the sight of so much death and destruction was a turn on for her. And in a way, it was. Not the death, per se, but having a purpose again, doing what she was trained to do, letting her flex her muscles, so to speak. And she loved that, loved that he understood that sometimes, a girl just had to bathe in blood.