03-22-2009, 02:08 AM
Cold, black eyes followed the distraught pair as they evacuated the room that held such amalgamated horror, leaving the Samurai alone against a horde of brown, furry nightmares. Her feet shuffled nervously as she weighed her sword’s hilt in her hand, her gaze darting from one side of the mass to the other. Which would be the best way to take them out? What would not get her killed? She could have just simply run, trailing the other three who’d gotten away, but then, they’d still have an assload of simpering, mangy goblins following behind them.
Iie, no, her conscious would not let her do it. As content as she would have been to let them have their way with the other contestants and further her chance of survival, and perhaps even winning, it was the centuries of harboring the conscious of a woman that didn’t have the nerve to give up the ghost, the woman she used to be.
Her eyes flashed angrily as she swatted the edge of her sword at an encroacher, effectively knocking him back as slowly, inch by inch, they pushed her back towards the elevator door. This wasn’t looking good for the Halfling, but she was the only chance they had of survival. She was their protector, the man that she wasn’t, and didn’t have all these years, this was her chance to prove that Hadoken hadn’t corrupted everything that she used to be. Kazuki was still inside, somewhere.
“Alright, you little bastards,” she chuckled wryly, the edge of her sword poised and ready as a smirk cracked across her steely face. “It’s just you, and me. God, I must have grown a pair of balls to be this fucking crazy.”
Her body tensed as the elevator doors swished open, an innocent ding! chiming behind her, as if inviting her to make the easy escape. She had a decision to make, but she knew her answer long before this. “No…I have to stay. I have to defeat you!” she raged, her body pulsing as an orange aura swept around it, her eyes flushing to the color of tangerines.
Suddenly, a wash of furry bodies rose up, and crashed against her, drowning her in a wave of acrid, slimy, moving things gnawing at her flesh and trying to rend her weapon from her hands. She’d never let them have it. Never!
Kicking and screaming the whole way through, she finally broke to the surface of the pile, her sword poised once more before it descended like Death’s Scythe into the squirming mob. Blood arced in red streamers as she sliced her way through, the air filling with the high-pitched screams of the munchkin nightmares. She had decimated a good portion, the bloodlust raging inside of her rising to a fever pitch as the liquid flowed freely from both the monsters and her; Kazuya was lost to the almost orgasmic sensation as the remaining creatures backed off, reeling backwards towards the deeper recesses of the laboratory.
Her left eye was swollen, but didn’t hinder her sight as much as it should have. She felt the cut that ran jagged from her brow to cheek, and the blood that oozed from it and down her face. Reaching upwards, she trailed her fingertips to the sticky liquid, touching it tentatively before pulling away to observe. “Little fucks made me bleed. I haven’t bled in almost a century.”
“Chigarann was the one that drew your precious blood!” exclaimed a black and yellow striped beast from the right. His face was a horrid mash of meat and blood, but the smirk he wore would have made any warrior proud. “Chigarann fight for brothers you have slain!”
The language was heavily chittery, a series of half-yelps and clicks that should have never made it into the league of spoken communication. She shouldn’t have been able to understand it, but she did. Somehow, she did, and responded in kind: “Hadoken hath slain many of your kind, creature. I am Master here, you will obey, or you will die!”
The one known as Chigarann hobbled to the front of the mob, the rest of his body just as torn as his face. She knew a warrior when she saw one, and this thing was no stranger to battle. His face belied his words, as if he was puzzled. “How is it that you understand us, human?”
“A tale for another day,” she chuckled, voice a few octaves lower than the norm. “A day, I’m afraid, you’ll never see.” Her sword blazed to life, entrenched in a sickly orange glow.
The suited exec shook his head as he watched the monitor in distaste. The crossdressing woman wasn’t as popular as the others in her group, barely any spike in ratings since her inception into the game. He wondered why he didn’t just destroy her now, and get on with the game, but, somebody had to be the underdog, he surmised. Someone had to be the meat shield for the rest of the group.
Kai crooked a smirk as he watched the perilously outnumbered woman as she fought the mob of goblins solo. The rest of her group, sans Nash, fled. She’d served her purpose to the damn letter, but the fight was getting stagnant. Time to up the stakes.
His fingers sought a small, nondescript button nestled within an array of similar buttons. The function of said button was far from nondescript, though. As his finger pressed down upon it like a God striking a bolt of lightning to Earth, Kai chuckled ever so softly. He knew the idea wasn’t such a bad one when his gaze returned to the screen, and watched as Kazuya’s face transformed from prideful arrogance to full-fledged fear.
Chigarann prepared for the deathblow as Kazuya lunged with her weapon towards the vulnerable and bare patch of his concave chest. A cry froze in his throat as within his body, he felt the click! of a mechanical device that had been implanted just a few days ago for this very moment. His eyes glistened in absolution, his face a mask of divine bliss as his chest exploded in a flash of blinding light and shrapnel.
Uzumaki fell backwards away from the projectile gore, bone splinters embedding themselves into exposed flesh. She covered her head as she rolled away to the protective cover of dead goblins as Chigarann rained down around her. The pain was instant, like molten lava being poured into the tiny fissures of her skin, eating away at her flesh until her mouth twisted into a snarl, biting back a scream of agony. She would not give her kidnappers any sort of satisfaction from her pain. They would sit and watch her, and wonder if they’d done their best to make her break. She didn’t live this long to fall to a bunch of amateurs.
As her gaze took in the scene of bodies, she caught a little bleeping red light in the corner of the lab, crooking a bloody smile as she raised one hand towards it, lowering one finger at a time until her middle stood proudly in defiance.
The girls were safe, the scourge was destroyed, and her lungs still burned as she took in deep, glorious lungfuls of air. The only thing missing now was Oliver. Before the floor rushed up to her face, she had a brief, fleeting thought, when the hell did I start caring?
Iie, no, her conscious would not let her do it. As content as she would have been to let them have their way with the other contestants and further her chance of survival, and perhaps even winning, it was the centuries of harboring the conscious of a woman that didn’t have the nerve to give up the ghost, the woman she used to be.
Her eyes flashed angrily as she swatted the edge of her sword at an encroacher, effectively knocking him back as slowly, inch by inch, they pushed her back towards the elevator door. This wasn’t looking good for the Halfling, but she was the only chance they had of survival. She was their protector, the man that she wasn’t, and didn’t have all these years, this was her chance to prove that Hadoken hadn’t corrupted everything that she used to be. Kazuki was still inside, somewhere.
“Alright, you little bastards,” she chuckled wryly, the edge of her sword poised and ready as a smirk cracked across her steely face. “It’s just you, and me. God, I must have grown a pair of balls to be this fucking crazy.”
Her body tensed as the elevator doors swished open, an innocent ding! chiming behind her, as if inviting her to make the easy escape. She had a decision to make, but she knew her answer long before this. “No…I have to stay. I have to defeat you!” she raged, her body pulsing as an orange aura swept around it, her eyes flushing to the color of tangerines.
Suddenly, a wash of furry bodies rose up, and crashed against her, drowning her in a wave of acrid, slimy, moving things gnawing at her flesh and trying to rend her weapon from her hands. She’d never let them have it. Never!
Kicking and screaming the whole way through, she finally broke to the surface of the pile, her sword poised once more before it descended like Death’s Scythe into the squirming mob. Blood arced in red streamers as she sliced her way through, the air filling with the high-pitched screams of the munchkin nightmares. She had decimated a good portion, the bloodlust raging inside of her rising to a fever pitch as the liquid flowed freely from both the monsters and her; Kazuya was lost to the almost orgasmic sensation as the remaining creatures backed off, reeling backwards towards the deeper recesses of the laboratory.
Her left eye was swollen, but didn’t hinder her sight as much as it should have. She felt the cut that ran jagged from her brow to cheek, and the blood that oozed from it and down her face. Reaching upwards, she trailed her fingertips to the sticky liquid, touching it tentatively before pulling away to observe. “Little fucks made me bleed. I haven’t bled in almost a century.”
“Chigarann was the one that drew your precious blood!” exclaimed a black and yellow striped beast from the right. His face was a horrid mash of meat and blood, but the smirk he wore would have made any warrior proud. “Chigarann fight for brothers you have slain!”
The language was heavily chittery, a series of half-yelps and clicks that should have never made it into the league of spoken communication. She shouldn’t have been able to understand it, but she did. Somehow, she did, and responded in kind: “Hadoken hath slain many of your kind, creature. I am Master here, you will obey, or you will die!”
The one known as Chigarann hobbled to the front of the mob, the rest of his body just as torn as his face. She knew a warrior when she saw one, and this thing was no stranger to battle. His face belied his words, as if he was puzzled. “How is it that you understand us, human?”
“A tale for another day,” she chuckled, voice a few octaves lower than the norm. “A day, I’m afraid, you’ll never see.” Her sword blazed to life, entrenched in a sickly orange glow.
* * * *
The suited exec shook his head as he watched the monitor in distaste. The crossdressing woman wasn’t as popular as the others in her group, barely any spike in ratings since her inception into the game. He wondered why he didn’t just destroy her now, and get on with the game, but, somebody had to be the underdog, he surmised. Someone had to be the meat shield for the rest of the group.
Kai crooked a smirk as he watched the perilously outnumbered woman as she fought the mob of goblins solo. The rest of her group, sans Nash, fled. She’d served her purpose to the damn letter, but the fight was getting stagnant. Time to up the stakes.
His fingers sought a small, nondescript button nestled within an array of similar buttons. The function of said button was far from nondescript, though. As his finger pressed down upon it like a God striking a bolt of lightning to Earth, Kai chuckled ever so softly. He knew the idea wasn’t such a bad one when his gaze returned to the screen, and watched as Kazuya’s face transformed from prideful arrogance to full-fledged fear.
* * * *
Chigarann prepared for the deathblow as Kazuya lunged with her weapon towards the vulnerable and bare patch of his concave chest. A cry froze in his throat as within his body, he felt the click! of a mechanical device that had been implanted just a few days ago for this very moment. His eyes glistened in absolution, his face a mask of divine bliss as his chest exploded in a flash of blinding light and shrapnel.
Uzumaki fell backwards away from the projectile gore, bone splinters embedding themselves into exposed flesh. She covered her head as she rolled away to the protective cover of dead goblins as Chigarann rained down around her. The pain was instant, like molten lava being poured into the tiny fissures of her skin, eating away at her flesh until her mouth twisted into a snarl, biting back a scream of agony. She would not give her kidnappers any sort of satisfaction from her pain. They would sit and watch her, and wonder if they’d done their best to make her break. She didn’t live this long to fall to a bunch of amateurs.
As her gaze took in the scene of bodies, she caught a little bleeping red light in the corner of the lab, crooking a bloody smile as she raised one hand towards it, lowering one finger at a time until her middle stood proudly in defiance.
The girls were safe, the scourge was destroyed, and her lungs still burned as she took in deep, glorious lungfuls of air. The only thing missing now was Oliver. Before the floor rushed up to her face, she had a brief, fleeting thought, when the hell did I start caring?
![[Image: siggy2.jpg]](http://storm.novahost.org/mysigs/kazprofile/siggy2.jpg)
Vad: Found my dicks btw
Vad: *DISCS
Kaz: XD!!!!XDXDXD!!
Kaz: oh man
Kaz: that was an awesome typo!
Vad: I MEANT ROUND CYLINDRICAL THINGS
Kaz: XD XD XD
Kaz: HAHAHHHAHHHAHA