what a silly guy. fight a boss for once, joel
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love that they all got to win their fights, thats nice
Wind cracked like a gunshot as Bouncer’s leg hit the ant woman’s back, air rushing back to fill the space she just was as she vanished again, reappearing down the road before teleporting again and reappearing on the side of a building, then vanishing again to reappear on the roof of a car. The other woman didn’t so much as flinch from the impact, simply raising her shotgun to track Bouncer around the street, listening for the sound of her appearing and disappearing as the only cue to her location. The gun found its mark, only to lose it in the same instant, forcing the ant woman to pivot back and forth in place, constantly looking for Bouncer’s next landing point.
“Anyone ever tell you that’s really annoying?” she called out, her voice half-filled with gravel.
“No.” Bouncer reappeared behind the woman just long enough to strike her leg against the back of the ant woman’s skull loud enough for the impact to echo down the street and the windforce to send up a cloud of dust, then vanished again.
“You’re gonna break your legs before you break me, girl.” The ant woman gave a theatrical shrug of her shoulders to exemplify the point. Her ears twitched at the telltale sound of air being suddenly displaced, and she turned on a dime, shotgun flying up and finger squeezing against the trigger. “So why don’t you give up?!”
Buckshot pitted the street and nearby cars, but no irritating teleporters. The ant woman clicked her tongue, wheeling around to point the gun the opposite direction. Nothing. “Did you actually run away?!” she taunted into the empty air.
“Nope.”
The ant woman reacted in an instant, pivoting on the ball of her foot while her upper right hand angled the shotgun upward without raising her arm - anticipating the need to fire point-blank into the air. Instead, she felt her body list backwards, gravity beginning to assert itself on her- The bitch had fucking tripped her! She twisted as she fell to catch herself, feeling something in her ankle crack just before her hands hit the ground.
The stimulus of the ant woman’s palms slapping against gravel was chased by the impact of a metal pole against the side of her face. “Oh, shit,” Bouncer tittered, admiring how the stop sign had bent nearly all the way back on itself before tossing it aside. The ant woman lunged for her, only to stumble into open air. She struggled to keep her balance, favoring her twisted ankle.
“What are you, a horse?” Bouncer mocked, planting her foot against the small of the ant woman’s back and pushing her over. “Should I call the glue factory?”
The ant woman caught herself on the side of a car before hitting the ground, a dark smirk creeping across her face. “Make your jokes, bitch,” she hissed, putting her foot back on the ground and testing her weight on it. Her grip tightened against the roof of the car, forcing dents into its surface. “While you can!” With a heave she raised the car into the air with her two left hands, sending it hurtling down the street like a comet.
Bouncer teleported out of the way at the last second, reappearing on the other side of the street only for the ant woman herself to slam into her with the force of a professional linebacker. Bouncer went tumbling down the sidewalk, coming to a stop when her back slammed into one of the cop cars that had done its best to be a barricade. Bouncer gasped for air as the wind was forced from her lungs, every part of her body screaming out at once. Her head spun, and she squeezed her eyes shut to try and regain some sense of herself.
“I forgot to compliment your hockey mask!” the ant woman’s voice was muffled, distant. Bouncer pulled her legs back under herself, trying to get back to her feet only to be thwarted by the feeling of a boot on her back, forcing her back down. “You’re the disc, right?”
“It’s called a puck,” Bouncer retorted weakly, forcing one eye open. If she could get away-
“I didn’t ask!!” The ant woman’s leg pressed down like a hydraulic press, hard enough to crater the asphalt beneath her.
A silence fell over the street, despite the chaos echoing from the rest of the city. The ant woman brought her foot back into line with the other, squinting down at the ground before raising her eyes to scan the area around her. “Slippery little shit…” she cursed under her breath.
The ant woman turned and walked back down the street toward where her gun had fallen. The little rabbit had gotten away, but that was fine. The order was just to buy time, after all, and in the state that girl was in now, she wasn’t going to be a problem for anyone any time soon. Possibly never again, if her back was broken. The ant woman grinned in satisfaction at the idea, leaning down to pick up her gun. Back to hunting, now.
Why did she smell burning ozone?
Bouncer hit the ant woman like a ballistic missile, face contorted in a manic grin and her body wreathed in violent lightning. The energy within her exploded outward at the same moment they made contact, sending the ant woman flying down the street, through the blockaded police vehicles and embedding her in the wall of the building on the opposite side. Bouncer staggered, trying to stay standing with one arm hanging limp and black at her side.
“Ffffffffffffffffffuuuuuck you,” she slurred, raising a middle finger with her other arm.
And then fell face-first into the street.
“Anyone ever tell you that’s really annoying?” she called out, her voice half-filled with gravel.
“No.” Bouncer reappeared behind the woman just long enough to strike her leg against the back of the ant woman’s skull loud enough for the impact to echo down the street and the windforce to send up a cloud of dust, then vanished again.
“You’re gonna break your legs before you break me, girl.” The ant woman gave a theatrical shrug of her shoulders to exemplify the point. Her ears twitched at the telltale sound of air being suddenly displaced, and she turned on a dime, shotgun flying up and finger squeezing against the trigger. “So why don’t you give up?!”
Buckshot pitted the street and nearby cars, but no irritating teleporters. The ant woman clicked her tongue, wheeling around to point the gun the opposite direction. Nothing. “Did you actually run away?!” she taunted into the empty air.
“Nope.”
The ant woman reacted in an instant, pivoting on the ball of her foot while her upper right hand angled the shotgun upward without raising her arm - anticipating the need to fire point-blank into the air. Instead, she felt her body list backwards, gravity beginning to assert itself on her- The bitch had fucking tripped her! She twisted as she fell to catch herself, feeling something in her ankle crack just before her hands hit the ground.
The stimulus of the ant woman’s palms slapping against gravel was chased by the impact of a metal pole against the side of her face. “Oh, shit,” Bouncer tittered, admiring how the stop sign had bent nearly all the way back on itself before tossing it aside. The ant woman lunged for her, only to stumble into open air. She struggled to keep her balance, favoring her twisted ankle.
“What are you, a horse?” Bouncer mocked, planting her foot against the small of the ant woman’s back and pushing her over. “Should I call the glue factory?”
The ant woman caught herself on the side of a car before hitting the ground, a dark smirk creeping across her face. “Make your jokes, bitch,” she hissed, putting her foot back on the ground and testing her weight on it. Her grip tightened against the roof of the car, forcing dents into its surface. “While you can!” With a heave she raised the car into the air with her two left hands, sending it hurtling down the street like a comet.
Bouncer teleported out of the way at the last second, reappearing on the other side of the street only for the ant woman herself to slam into her with the force of a professional linebacker. Bouncer went tumbling down the sidewalk, coming to a stop when her back slammed into one of the cop cars that had done its best to be a barricade. Bouncer gasped for air as the wind was forced from her lungs, every part of her body screaming out at once. Her head spun, and she squeezed her eyes shut to try and regain some sense of herself.
“I forgot to compliment your hockey mask!” the ant woman’s voice was muffled, distant. Bouncer pulled her legs back under herself, trying to get back to her feet only to be thwarted by the feeling of a boot on her back, forcing her back down. “You’re the disc, right?”
“It’s called a puck,” Bouncer retorted weakly, forcing one eye open. If she could get away-
“I didn’t ask!!” The ant woman’s leg pressed down like a hydraulic press, hard enough to crater the asphalt beneath her.
A silence fell over the street, despite the chaos echoing from the rest of the city. The ant woman brought her foot back into line with the other, squinting down at the ground before raising her eyes to scan the area around her. “Slippery little shit…” she cursed under her breath.
The ant woman turned and walked back down the street toward where her gun had fallen. The little rabbit had gotten away, but that was fine. The order was just to buy time, after all, and in the state that girl was in now, she wasn’t going to be a problem for anyone any time soon. Possibly never again, if her back was broken. The ant woman grinned in satisfaction at the idea, leaning down to pick up her gun. Back to hunting, now.
Why did she smell burning ozone?
Bouncer hit the ant woman like a ballistic missile, face contorted in a manic grin and her body wreathed in violent lightning. The energy within her exploded outward at the same moment they made contact, sending the ant woman flying down the street, through the blockaded police vehicles and embedding her in the wall of the building on the opposite side. Bouncer staggered, trying to stay standing with one arm hanging limp and black at her side.
“Ffffffffffffffffffuuuuuck you,” she slurred, raising a middle finger with her other arm.
And then fell face-first into the street.
The pigeon-faced monster clutching the ball of purple energy landed on the street, spinning its head this way and that while its walnut brain burned black trying to remember where it was supposed to go. Another one with a crow's head swooped down behind it, smacking its fellow upside the head with one clawed hand and scolding it with loud, angry caws. The pair bickered in the street, the pigeonhead nearly dropping its cargo in the scuffle, before the crowhead finally won out, forcing the stupider of the two to head in the right direction.
It fluttered clumsily down a separate street before turning into an alley leading behind the storefronts. This area would ordinarily be used as a loading zone for product delivery or staff smoke breaks, but now it lay eerily silent, its only visitors the bird-headed aberrations attacking the neighborhood. Sitting in the center of the lot, out of place in both location and time, sat a large pithos urn, glowing unnaturally from inside. The monster approached the vessel with its loot, holding it at nearly eye level to clear the rim of the five-foot urn.
Footsteps drew the pigeonhead’s attention back toward the entrance of the lot. It had been followed? It was so clever and careful though. What trickery they must possess! It squawked loudly, flapping its wings hard enough to kick up the dust around it as it forgot all about what it was supposed to be carrying and got ready to attack.
“What the hell are you doing, idiot? Don’t drop the anima.”
The pigeonhead started at the sudden rebuke, scrambling to catch the ball of energy before it hit the ground. Mina looked to see where the voice came from, resting her sword back on her shoulder. Halfway down the lot squatting on the edge of the roof above them was a young man who seemed to be about their age - Mina assumed the viking guy was around her same age, anyway. He wore beach sandals and jorts, and a tacky neon green and yellow windbreaker left unzipped to show off the mesh crop top underneath. Around his neck he wore a sharktooth necklace and a plain iron crucifix like she vaguely remembered being fashionable when her mom was in high school. A piercing glinted in his navel, and two more at the end of his right eyebrow. When he spoke an additional piercing could be glimpsed on his tongue, and his hair, though bleached aside from the roots, had been anachronistically tied in a traditional Japanese topknot. His right hand rested on a katana which he used to support himself as he squatted on the roof, and the trio of phone charms he’d tied to the hilt - a dog, a bird, and a monkey - clattered lightly against each other in the breeze.
“Two… no, I can still here someone fighting,” he mused to himself, looking up at the sky thoughtfully as he did his mental arithmetic. “At least three of you, then? Man, how annoying.”
It fluttered clumsily down a separate street before turning into an alley leading behind the storefronts. This area would ordinarily be used as a loading zone for product delivery or staff smoke breaks, but now it lay eerily silent, its only visitors the bird-headed aberrations attacking the neighborhood. Sitting in the center of the lot, out of place in both location and time, sat a large pithos urn, glowing unnaturally from inside. The monster approached the vessel with its loot, holding it at nearly eye level to clear the rim of the five-foot urn.
Footsteps drew the pigeonhead’s attention back toward the entrance of the lot. It had been followed? It was so clever and careful though. What trickery they must possess! It squawked loudly, flapping its wings hard enough to kick up the dust around it as it forgot all about what it was supposed to be carrying and got ready to attack.
“What the hell are you doing, idiot? Don’t drop the anima.”
The pigeonhead started at the sudden rebuke, scrambling to catch the ball of energy before it hit the ground. Mina looked to see where the voice came from, resting her sword back on her shoulder. Halfway down the lot squatting on the edge of the roof above them was a young man who seemed to be about their age - Mina assumed the viking guy was around her same age, anyway. He wore beach sandals and jorts, and a tacky neon green and yellow windbreaker left unzipped to show off the mesh crop top underneath. Around his neck he wore a sharktooth necklace and a plain iron crucifix like she vaguely remembered being fashionable when her mom was in high school. A piercing glinted in his navel, and two more at the end of his right eyebrow. When he spoke an additional piercing could be glimpsed on his tongue, and his hair, though bleached aside from the roots, had been anachronistically tied in a traditional Japanese topknot. His right hand rested on a katana which he used to support himself as he squatted on the roof, and the trio of phone charms he’d tied to the hilt - a dog, a bird, and a monkey - clattered lightly against each other in the breeze.
“Two… no, I can still here someone fighting,” he mused to himself, looking up at the sky thoughtfully as he did his mental arithmetic. “At least three of you, then? Man, how annoying.”
greek feels too obvious to be worth it
an excellent question 🤔
Bouncer chokes on peanuts and dies [ASMR]
Rabbit wasn’t sure what time it was when she finally found a convenience store that didn’t immediately try to call the cops or lock her out the minute they saw her. Seriously, they acted like they’d never seen blood before. They did know where they lived, right? The store glimmered like a beacon on the next corner, fluorescent signs and decals on the front surface seeming to darken the lights coming from inside. It seemed empty as she approached, not yet receiving the trickle of strays who had to be up earlier than decent people. That was good; fewer people to balk at the sight of her.
Rabbit’s eyes met her face in the reflection of the glass door as she reached for the handle, and she flinched as if in pain. She had caught glimpses of herself in the reflective windows of the city all the time she’d been wandering around, and each time felt like she was meeting eyes with a totally naked stranger, the way she could know who it was meant to be without recognizing it. Rabbit had absolutely no idea how people could be so attached to looking at that bizarre, disturbing face staring back at them with such regularity. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, pushing the door open and stepping into the store.
“Welcome to 24-7,” the clerk yawned, not looking up from the questionable cartoon program she was watching on a small screen behind the counter. The audio played somewhat quietly through the store’s PA system. A real surround-sound experience. Rabbit left the woman to her porn and turned to look for any clothes the store might be selling, finding them in a corner to the right of the entrance. It wasn’t a great selection, but it wasn’t covered in her blood yet, either. She grabbed a few things and stepped over to the counter, fishing a wad of cash out of her pocket.
The clerk glanced at the bundle of blood-soaked bills as Rabbit placed them on the counter, then clicked her tongue before looking back at the screen. “Just take ‘em.”
Fair enough. “Bathroom?” she asked, grabbing the money and stuffing it back in her pocket. The clerk pointed limply, not gracing Rabbit with her voice any further.
The bathroom door didn’t really have a working lock; trying to lock the door instead pushed the door away from the frame, letting people peek inside despite also, somewhat ironically, wedging the door enough that it couldn’t be opened. So… in a way, it did have a working lock, just with a pretty big negative side effect. She left it unlocked.
Rabbit peeled the tattered, singed, bloodstained suit off herself, tossing the worthless garments at the trash bin she moved to block the door. She turned the faucet on, pulling out several paper towels and soaking them to wipe herself down with. The ash and coagulated blood clinging to her stained them dark brown and black, and it took nearly the full roll before she felt satisfied with how clean she was.
The clothing was loose and breezy, a pleasant change from the tight stickiness she’d had to deal with that night. A white tank top, Cubs shirt, dark blue basketball shorts, crew socks, and hot pink flip flops. Rabbit thought it looked pretty nice, all things considered. They didn’t have any masks like the one she’d had before, but she did grab a black face mask and a hockey mask to go over it. Not quite the 360-degree coverage Rabbit was used to, but she supposed it would work. She let the hockey mask sit askew on the side of her head for now.
Rabbit stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she stepped out of the bathroom, kicking the bin full of her old bloodstained suit to one side. There was some kind of commotion outside, and she glanced over to see a line of patrol cars roar past, sirens blaring. So they did still respond to emergencies then. Good to know. Rabbit stopped in front of a shelf full of snack foods, considering grabbing something. She hadn’t eaten in… nearly fifteen hours, and it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She picked up a snickers bar, opening the wrapper and raising it to her mouth with a glance at the clerk, who was predictably disinterested in her presence.
Rabbit pulled the cloth mask down, her teeth hovering over the mid-tier candy bar in preparation to take a bite. A loud crash on the street distracted her before she could; she turned her head toward the store’s front windows in mild curiosity just in time to see a half-crushed control car go hurtling past. Huh. She shoved the candy bar into her mouth with three bites, then pulled her face mask back up and tossed the wrapper aside before vanishing with a thp.
Sirens blanketed the streets of Chicago, waking the city into chaos before the sun had fully begun to creep over the horizon. Cops on the street cower behind patrol car barricades, or the remains of such. Gangs were one thing, but there was no training to prepare them for what was filling the streets under the dusk-gray morning sky.
A riot van swerved hard to avoid the oncoming charge of a brutish, horned lizard the same size it was. Common thugs jumped off the backs of pickup trucks, readying weapons the likes of which hadn’t yet been seen. Soldiers of metal dominating increasingly scarce bits of flesh march in disorganized formation what would normally be a busy street, some taking to the air with experimental jet packs, soaring clumsily over the heads of the police trying to maintain a defensive line - or exploding in midair when their flight suits proved less than stable. Twisted mutants crawled up to the surface of the city, pushing aside manhole covers or squeezing themselves out of rain gutters. A wild-eyed, savage-grinning young man strolled jauntily through the street, wisps of smoke rising off his skin, and standing in the middle of a crosswalk, having just sent a car hurtling through the air, a tall, four-armed woman with skin partially covered in black chitin rested a shotgun against her shoulder.
The city’s defenders wouldn’t be resting for a while yet.
Rabbit’s eyes met her face in the reflection of the glass door as she reached for the handle, and she flinched as if in pain. She had caught glimpses of herself in the reflective windows of the city all the time she’d been wandering around, and each time felt like she was meeting eyes with a totally naked stranger, the way she could know who it was meant to be without recognizing it. Rabbit had absolutely no idea how people could be so attached to looking at that bizarre, disturbing face staring back at them with such regularity. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, pushing the door open and stepping into the store.
“Welcome to 24-7,” the clerk yawned, not looking up from the questionable cartoon program she was watching on a small screen behind the counter. The audio played somewhat quietly through the store’s PA system. A real surround-sound experience. Rabbit left the woman to her porn and turned to look for any clothes the store might be selling, finding them in a corner to the right of the entrance. It wasn’t a great selection, but it wasn’t covered in her blood yet, either. She grabbed a few things and stepped over to the counter, fishing a wad of cash out of her pocket.
The clerk glanced at the bundle of blood-soaked bills as Rabbit placed them on the counter, then clicked her tongue before looking back at the screen. “Just take ‘em.”
Fair enough. “Bathroom?” she asked, grabbing the money and stuffing it back in her pocket. The clerk pointed limply, not gracing Rabbit with her voice any further.
The bathroom door didn’t really have a working lock; trying to lock the door instead pushed the door away from the frame, letting people peek inside despite also, somewhat ironically, wedging the door enough that it couldn’t be opened. So… in a way, it did have a working lock, just with a pretty big negative side effect. She left it unlocked.
Rabbit peeled the tattered, singed, bloodstained suit off herself, tossing the worthless garments at the trash bin she moved to block the door. She turned the faucet on, pulling out several paper towels and soaking them to wipe herself down with. The ash and coagulated blood clinging to her stained them dark brown and black, and it took nearly the full roll before she felt satisfied with how clean she was.
The clothing was loose and breezy, a pleasant change from the tight stickiness she’d had to deal with that night. A white tank top, Cubs shirt, dark blue basketball shorts, crew socks, and hot pink flip flops. Rabbit thought it looked pretty nice, all things considered. They didn’t have any masks like the one she’d had before, but she did grab a black face mask and a hockey mask to go over it. Not quite the 360-degree coverage Rabbit was used to, but she supposed it would work. She let the hockey mask sit askew on the side of her head for now.
Rabbit stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she stepped out of the bathroom, kicking the bin full of her old bloodstained suit to one side. There was some kind of commotion outside, and she glanced over to see a line of patrol cars roar past, sirens blaring. So they did still respond to emergencies then. Good to know. Rabbit stopped in front of a shelf full of snack foods, considering grabbing something. She hadn’t eaten in… nearly fifteen hours, and it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She picked up a snickers bar, opening the wrapper and raising it to her mouth with a glance at the clerk, who was predictably disinterested in her presence.
Rabbit pulled the cloth mask down, her teeth hovering over the mid-tier candy bar in preparation to take a bite. A loud crash on the street distracted her before she could; she turned her head toward the store’s front windows in mild curiosity just in time to see a half-crushed control car go hurtling past. Huh. She shoved the candy bar into her mouth with three bites, then pulled her face mask back up and tossed the wrapper aside before vanishing with a thp.
Sirens blanketed the streets of Chicago, waking the city into chaos before the sun had fully begun to creep over the horizon. Cops on the street cower behind patrol car barricades, or the remains of such. Gangs were one thing, but there was no training to prepare them for what was filling the streets under the dusk-gray morning sky.
A riot van swerved hard to avoid the oncoming charge of a brutish, horned lizard the same size it was. Common thugs jumped off the backs of pickup trucks, readying weapons the likes of which hadn’t yet been seen. Soldiers of metal dominating increasingly scarce bits of flesh march in disorganized formation what would normally be a busy street, some taking to the air with experimental jet packs, soaring clumsily over the heads of the police trying to maintain a defensive line - or exploding in midair when their flight suits proved less than stable. Twisted mutants crawled up to the surface of the city, pushing aside manhole covers or squeezing themselves out of rain gutters. A wild-eyed, savage-grinning young man strolled jauntily through the street, wisps of smoke rising off his skin, and standing in the middle of a crosswalk, having just sent a car hurtling through the air, a tall, four-armed woman with skin partially covered in black chitin rested a shotgun against her shoulder.
The city’s defenders wouldn’t be resting for a while yet.
Aight so idea: Its the crack of dawn, like 5ish am, our heroes are probably about ready to pack it in for the night. But our mad scientists are aware that the heroes are onto to them, so they decide to run some distractions while they try to pack up and move deeper into hiding. This distraction is some of their "successful" experiments, half brainwashed and half out of their minds, released into the streets to cause utter chaos. Our heroes, exhausted as they are, have to push through and try to round these maniacs up.
Thots?
oh i love thots
Ugh, she was sweating! Well, not really, but she felt like she should be sweating, and that was just as bad! How many more of these bird things were there?! Well, actually, looking around, there weren’t really that many, maybe over a dozen? Wait, that was a lot, right? Or not really? They didn’t seem that tough now that she thought about it, raising her sword out of a cloud of smoke that used to be one of them. Maybe she was just really strong? Wasn’t she kind of awesome? Like, she had knocked that one crow guy out with her backpack. He’d gotten up after, but still. Wasn’t she just a total badass?
“Don’t get complacent,” the knight woman rebuked, knocking Mina out of her own head. Turning her head to look at the woman was weird. It was like she was there, but not. Was she a ghost? Was she possessed? “Focus, girl!”
Oh. Right. Mina turned her eyes back to the front, bringing her zweihander up just in time to block a downward swipe from one of the birdmen. She stepped forward, turning her block into a sideways slash and carving a line across the monster’s chest, turning it into yet another dissipating cloud of smoke. What were these things even made out of? Were they toxic? She wasn’t gonna get mesothelioma from breathing this stuff in, right? She wasn’t sure how she’d collect financial compensation from this if she did. She put one armored hand over her nose and mouth, just in case.
Mina looked around the street, taking stock of the situation. There were fewer bird people around now, and most of those that were left seemed to have split their focus between the fleeing civilians and… wait, were those other fighters? She wasn’t the only one? She didn’t even have to be doing this?! Ugh! Mina wished she’d noticed them before getting herself drafted into this mess. She saw some guy with a giant viking axe bring down one of the pigeon dudes that had snatched some of that weird purple stuff. What even was that? Mina watched it snake along the ground after its courier turned to smoke, like some kind of will o’ wisp. It moved kind of sluggishly, coming to hover over the body of some guy before slowly sinking into him.
“I see…” the knight lady mused quietly. Mina didn’t think she saw anything, and was just trying to sound smart. A lot of people did that, in her experience. “New plan, girl,” the woman spoke again, the feel of her hand pressing against Mina’s shoulder. “Focus on the ones carrying the violet energy. Perhaps if it is returned to its origin, these people will recover.”
“Really?” Mina asked skeptically. “How do you know that?”
“I don’t,” The knight replied simply. “ But that's all we can hope for for now.”
“What about the ones that are already gone, then?” Mina pressed, planting the tip of her sword in the street and crossing her arms.
The knight was silent for a moment, apparently in thought. “If these creatures are collecting this energy, they are likely bringing it somewhere,” she answered finally. “If we find where they’re holding it, we can retrieve what’s been taken.”
“Well then, how do we do that?”
“Must you question everything?” the knight snapped at her. “Just act. It must be nearby, else you would have spotted the creatures flying afield, yes? Start your search where they’re densest, or perhaps follow those you see bearing the energy in their arms. This is not a difficult conundrum to solve, girl.”
Mina bristled at the reprimand, but pulled her sword free from the ground anyway. She lifted it up onto her shoulder, glancing around for where the monsters were most concentrated. She began to step forward, then hesitated and turned to look for the other two fighter’s she’d seen. “Hey!” she called out, before she’d found either of them again. Oh, there they were. Actually, would they even be able to hear her? Oh well.
“Hey! Try and see if you can find something they’re bringing that purple stuff to!” she pointed her sword at the monsters, as if they could be confused about who she was possibly referring to.
“Don’t get complacent,” the knight woman rebuked, knocking Mina out of her own head. Turning her head to look at the woman was weird. It was like she was there, but not. Was she a ghost? Was she possessed? “Focus, girl!”
Oh. Right. Mina turned her eyes back to the front, bringing her zweihander up just in time to block a downward swipe from one of the birdmen. She stepped forward, turning her block into a sideways slash and carving a line across the monster’s chest, turning it into yet another dissipating cloud of smoke. What were these things even made out of? Were they toxic? She wasn’t gonna get mesothelioma from breathing this stuff in, right? She wasn’t sure how she’d collect financial compensation from this if she did. She put one armored hand over her nose and mouth, just in case.
Mina looked around the street, taking stock of the situation. There were fewer bird people around now, and most of those that were left seemed to have split their focus between the fleeing civilians and… wait, were those other fighters? She wasn’t the only one? She didn’t even have to be doing this?! Ugh! Mina wished she’d noticed them before getting herself drafted into this mess. She saw some guy with a giant viking axe bring down one of the pigeon dudes that had snatched some of that weird purple stuff. What even was that? Mina watched it snake along the ground after its courier turned to smoke, like some kind of will o’ wisp. It moved kind of sluggishly, coming to hover over the body of some guy before slowly sinking into him.
“I see…” the knight lady mused quietly. Mina didn’t think she saw anything, and was just trying to sound smart. A lot of people did that, in her experience. “New plan, girl,” the woman spoke again, the feel of her hand pressing against Mina’s shoulder. “Focus on the ones carrying the violet energy. Perhaps if it is returned to its origin, these people will recover.”
“Really?” Mina asked skeptically. “How do you know that?”
“I don’t,” The knight replied simply. “ But that's all we can hope for for now.”
“What about the ones that are already gone, then?” Mina pressed, planting the tip of her sword in the street and crossing her arms.
The knight was silent for a moment, apparently in thought. “If these creatures are collecting this energy, they are likely bringing it somewhere,” she answered finally. “If we find where they’re holding it, we can retrieve what’s been taken.”
“Well then, how do we do that?”
“Must you question everything?” the knight snapped at her. “Just act. It must be nearby, else you would have spotted the creatures flying afield, yes? Start your search where they’re densest, or perhaps follow those you see bearing the energy in their arms. This is not a difficult conundrum to solve, girl.”
Mina bristled at the reprimand, but pulled her sword free from the ground anyway. She lifted it up onto her shoulder, glancing around for where the monsters were most concentrated. She began to step forward, then hesitated and turned to look for the other two fighter’s she’d seen. “Hey!” she called out, before she’d found either of them again. Oh, there they were. Actually, would they even be able to hear her? Oh well.
“Hey! Try and see if you can find something they’re bringing that purple stuff to!” she pointed her sword at the monsters, as if they could be confused about who she was possibly referring to.
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