08-18-2013, 05:14 PM
It was an epic scene. The Bannik hissed and spurt. The water scabbed its black body to a dripping, floating orb of goo. It dropped its jaw and where before a furnace of heat spawned from the depths of hell, a dying light flickered and dimmed. Rune found a third sprinkler and whacked it off same as the others, but by then the spirit was solidified forever.
Then a streak of silver and Aria's sword slashed through the air. It connected with the black spray of ash and papery slivers exploded from the wound, mixed with the water and streaked black, a sudden drench of acidic rain puddling downward, mixing with the blood and water, and swirled around Rune's feet until it disappeared in the drain.
Rune lowered her weapon, arms tense and her chest heaving from exertion. The bolus of its head dropped to the floor, followed immediately by the crash of its body. It shattered like black ice, impossibly thin, and curled up like snowflakes while the water reduced the mound to soggy ashes in moments.
It was dead.
Water poured down Rune's face, funneled from her pink eyebrows, and ran a river around the corner of her eyes. Much of her makeup was washed away, all but the faint line of black waterproof eyeliner and mascara, but without the splash of color on her lids and glossy shade to her lips, her eyes simply looked sunken and tired. Her complexion white and drained in the bad underground lighting, but there was a fierce victory every time her rapid blinks flicked fat raindrops from her vision. She shared a long, relieved glance with Hood, then looked at the black mess at her feet. It had splattered on her boots and sprayed stains all the way up to her waist. And when Rune pushed the flatness of her hair from her face, she unknowingly streaked another ash across her forehead: painting her face accidentally like some GI Jane trooper.
She glanced at Aria, and shot the girl a thankful nod, but the Bannik wasn't the only thing in this shower room.
She left cloud of rain, Hood and Aria behind, sprinting around the corner of the lockers and ran to the other side of the room and skid to a stop before the body of the flayed rougarou.
It's not like someone could survive that, right? "This is gross." She said mostly to herself, then grabbed his wrist to check for a pulse. Through a papery thin layer of connective tissue, and soggy mass of muscle and tendon, she pressed a pair of fingers to a vein. He was still warm.
There was no pulse, but just to make sure, she slung the SMG around her shoulder, stepped back, drew her pistol and coolly aimed, peering down the contours of slick arms, she shot the buggar clean through the temple. Likely Aria and Hood were on their way, if they hadn't already followed her, the sounds of gunfire would draw them instantly.
Then a second round pounded her eardrums: a second shot through the skull. When the body caught the bullet, it swung on its tracks, spinning around like a badly hit pinata. She paused long enough to steady it, aimed and fired two more to the heart.
When she was satisfied the thing was dead for good, because there were levels of dead of course, Rune secured the pistol once more, flipped her hair upside down and scrubbed the wetness from her scalp with her palms. Streaks of black mixed with the dark pink, but she didn't know or care. When she flipped right side up again, she rung out a corner of her shirt and caught her breath.
"Too bad we didn't have time for smores." She added, rejoining the team, then addressed Aria. "You ok?"
Edited by Rune Marx, Aug 18 2013, 05:15 PM.
Then a streak of silver and Aria's sword slashed through the air. It connected with the black spray of ash and papery slivers exploded from the wound, mixed with the water and streaked black, a sudden drench of acidic rain puddling downward, mixing with the blood and water, and swirled around Rune's feet until it disappeared in the drain.
Rune lowered her weapon, arms tense and her chest heaving from exertion. The bolus of its head dropped to the floor, followed immediately by the crash of its body. It shattered like black ice, impossibly thin, and curled up like snowflakes while the water reduced the mound to soggy ashes in moments.
It was dead.
Water poured down Rune's face, funneled from her pink eyebrows, and ran a river around the corner of her eyes. Much of her makeup was washed away, all but the faint line of black waterproof eyeliner and mascara, but without the splash of color on her lids and glossy shade to her lips, her eyes simply looked sunken and tired. Her complexion white and drained in the bad underground lighting, but there was a fierce victory every time her rapid blinks flicked fat raindrops from her vision. She shared a long, relieved glance with Hood, then looked at the black mess at her feet. It had splattered on her boots and sprayed stains all the way up to her waist. And when Rune pushed the flatness of her hair from her face, she unknowingly streaked another ash across her forehead: painting her face accidentally like some GI Jane trooper.
She glanced at Aria, and shot the girl a thankful nod, but the Bannik wasn't the only thing in this shower room.
She left cloud of rain, Hood and Aria behind, sprinting around the corner of the lockers and ran to the other side of the room and skid to a stop before the body of the flayed rougarou.
It's not like someone could survive that, right? "This is gross." She said mostly to herself, then grabbed his wrist to check for a pulse. Through a papery thin layer of connective tissue, and soggy mass of muscle and tendon, she pressed a pair of fingers to a vein. He was still warm.
There was no pulse, but just to make sure, she slung the SMG around her shoulder, stepped back, drew her pistol and coolly aimed, peering down the contours of slick arms, she shot the buggar clean through the temple. Likely Aria and Hood were on their way, if they hadn't already followed her, the sounds of gunfire would draw them instantly.
Then a second round pounded her eardrums: a second shot through the skull. When the body caught the bullet, it swung on its tracks, spinning around like a badly hit pinata. She paused long enough to steady it, aimed and fired two more to the heart.
When she was satisfied the thing was dead for good, because there were levels of dead of course, Rune secured the pistol once more, flipped her hair upside down and scrubbed the wetness from her scalp with her palms. Streaks of black mixed with the dark pink, but she didn't know or care. When she flipped right side up again, she rung out a corner of her shirt and caught her breath.
"Too bad we didn't have time for smores." She added, rejoining the team, then addressed Aria. "You ok?"
Edited by Rune Marx, Aug 18 2013, 05:15 PM.