Scrawl BandittaJ-3 could only watch in mute confusion as the APEX lurched back to life and began once more dancing to its' creator's malevolent whims. Between its' sudden revival and the then just as sudden reveal of its' once hidden power to multiply by division, the Polymorph found themselves drawn up short, struggling to adapt for the briefest moments.
In those very moments, the polymorph regretted this failing of theirs. They flailed away from the rolling wave of force that preceded the guttural impact of however many hundreds of pounds made up the damn APEX. It had charged them, taking one of its' meaty fists and slamming it into J-3's chest in a savage uppercut, launching them with enough force to powderize their sternum and rib-cage. A roar had been building in their lungs, though now it once again croaked short and cut off. Before their momentum could kick in, they felt the middle of their tail get snatched up in a vice-grip.
Half of their gestalt mind found itself stunned into continued stillness, with the more human half of themself screaming in horror as they were slung into the concrete floor hard enough to- for want of a better term- pancake them. A horrid, comically pathetic 'YIPE!' shrieked out of their chest, before they were wrenched up and out of the ground once again.
The clone of the rabbimpanzie that they found themselves in the grip of decided, evidentially, in that moment that J-3 would be better as wall decoration. They were spun in a violent circle, bereft of any recourse but to watch as the world blurred around them before their spine was impacting the reinforced wall of Cortex' basement. For a long moment, J-3 simply sat there and stared, doing nothing as ink slowly oozed throughout their well and truly brutalized body. All they could hear was a faint ringing, and while they had been lucky enough as to not damage their core... Everything still hurt.
Irritation was the first thing to spark in the depths of their stunned thoughts. It caught like a wildfire, and before long, their blood boiled with a seething fury that was only barely restrained. Perhaps it was the process of getting slammed around a few times too many, perhaps it was the seemingly constant state of 'Go! Go! Go!' that they had been in since their freedom, but the Polymorph seethed like nothing else. They just wanted to go home! That was all, just go home, take a very short nap, and finally relax.
But no! Now, instead, they were locked in combat with- of all people- THE MOTHER OF MONSTERS! And the abhorrent aberrations that came with such an individual. Fine! Their body ached and their bones groaned with the desire to 'just be home already!' Fine! The apparent MOTHER OF GODDAMN MONSTERS had just sicced a product of his awful chemicals on them. Fine! Jane wanted J-3 and Jemma to be a monster so bad? Fine! They'd fight like a monster then!
The rabbimpanzie had not been still while J-3 threw themselves into that same red-haze that came with being in mortal combat. Once more did the mutant ROAR, sending yet another shockwave of noise to crash into J-3. In return, J-3 answered with their own battlecry: A warbling, alien, predatory shriek, undercut with a horrid buzzing like thousands of furious wasps. [MANA] and [INTENT] swelled around them, forced into an array and wrought to bear. At the tip of J-3's snout, an orb of black water hissed into physical space. [FURY] throbbed between their temples, and narrowed their focus. With another flex of [MANA], J-3 brought their spell to bear.
Their head whipped to and fro, another shrieking call pressing its' way out of their throat as a lance of pressurized water sliced through the air. The beam of aquatic force was no bigger around than a half-dollar, though it cut through concrete and bone with the same ease as a sickle through wheat for harvest. Their opponent tucked, dove, and leapt over the beam as it crossed the entirety of the room. Cultists fell to the carving line, and as the rabbimpanzie clone continued to dodge and leap away from J-3's assault, it soon found itself boxed into a corner.
Caught between one jump that would bring its' legs within the scything beam of water, and another that would see its' head lopped from its' shoulders, the beast came to a stop and once again ROARED! The shockwave was enough to disrupt the beam of water, and when its' vision cleared, the mutant found that J-3 had left their crater-turned-perch. A quick glance around the battlefield revealed nothing, only its' clone beginning its' own tussle with Jane-
From above, J-3 landed on the Rabbimpanzie with their entire body weight, hind claws cleaving through flesh and muscle with ease before coming to a 'CLACKING!' stop on the bones of the hips of the APEX. The mutant screamed with fury and pain in equal measure, straightening it's posture and flailing with desperate over shoulder swings, all the while J-3 returned the noise in kind. In a burst of savagery, J-3 began ripping and tearing with their fore-claws, mauling the rabbimpanzie's throat so as to prevent another shockwave.
The mutant's voice petered away, inhibited by viscera and sanguine ichor as it was.
With another flare of primal brutality, J-3 slammed their fore claws into the top and bottom jaw of the mutant, leveraging all the muscle available to their form to keep the abomination's mouth open. Ink whorled over their shoulders and arms, reinforcing muscle and bone as the Apex sought to close its' maw on J-3's pain inducing fingers. Even as it bucked, J-3 kept the beast's mouth wedged open, before their body lurched forward and drove the blades on their face into the now easiest to reach weak point they could see.
J-3's eyes closed, leaving them blind to the world save for their ability to sense [MANA] and [EMOTION], as their armored and bladed snout crashed into and then through the soft palette of the rabbimpanzie. They felt a moment of resistance, before the relatively weaker interior plate of bone that separated the brain from the mouth was forced to give way under J-3's insistence. There was a mild shudder from the abominable mutant, and J-3 almost began to celebrate... But it was never that easy, of course.
Almost as if prompted by their choice of coup-de-grace, the APEX yet again began to split and copy itself, falling apart under J-3's attacks like a rotten gourd, before condensing once again into a pair of- distinctly, if still only somewhat slightly- smaller clones.
The Polymorph screamed another cry of hate, before they were once again punched hard enough to send them flying.
In those very moments, the polymorph regretted this failing of theirs. They flailed away from the rolling wave of force that preceded the guttural impact of however many hundreds of pounds made up the damn APEX. It had charged them, taking one of its' meaty fists and slamming it into J-3's chest in a savage uppercut, launching them with enough force to powderize their sternum and rib-cage. A roar had been building in their lungs, though now it once again croaked short and cut off. Before their momentum could kick in, they felt the middle of their tail get snatched up in a vice-grip.
Half of their gestalt mind found itself stunned into continued stillness, with the more human half of themself screaming in horror as they were slung into the concrete floor hard enough to- for want of a better term- pancake them. A horrid, comically pathetic 'YIPE!' shrieked out of their chest, before they were wrenched up and out of the ground once again.
The clone of the rabbimpanzie that they found themselves in the grip of decided, evidentially, in that moment that J-3 would be better as wall decoration. They were spun in a violent circle, bereft of any recourse but to watch as the world blurred around them before their spine was impacting the reinforced wall of Cortex' basement. For a long moment, J-3 simply sat there and stared, doing nothing as ink slowly oozed throughout their well and truly brutalized body. All they could hear was a faint ringing, and while they had been lucky enough as to not damage their core... Everything still hurt.
Irritation was the first thing to spark in the depths of their stunned thoughts. It caught like a wildfire, and before long, their blood boiled with a seething fury that was only barely restrained. Perhaps it was the process of getting slammed around a few times too many, perhaps it was the seemingly constant state of 'Go! Go! Go!' that they had been in since their freedom, but the Polymorph seethed like nothing else. They just wanted to go home! That was all, just go home, take a very short nap, and finally relax.
But no! Now, instead, they were locked in combat with- of all people- THE MOTHER OF MONSTERS! And the abhorrent aberrations that came with such an individual. Fine! Their body ached and their bones groaned with the desire to 'just be home already!' Fine! The apparent MOTHER OF GODDAMN MONSTERS had just sicced a product of his awful chemicals on them. Fine! Jane wanted J-3 and Jemma to be a monster so bad? Fine! They'd fight like a monster then!
The rabbimpanzie had not been still while J-3 threw themselves into that same red-haze that came with being in mortal combat. Once more did the mutant ROAR, sending yet another shockwave of noise to crash into J-3. In return, J-3 answered with their own battlecry: A warbling, alien, predatory shriek, undercut with a horrid buzzing like thousands of furious wasps. [MANA] and [INTENT] swelled around them, forced into an array and wrought to bear. At the tip of J-3's snout, an orb of black water hissed into physical space. [FURY] throbbed between their temples, and narrowed their focus. With another flex of [MANA], J-3 brought their spell to bear.
Their head whipped to and fro, another shrieking call pressing its' way out of their throat as a lance of pressurized water sliced through the air. The beam of aquatic force was no bigger around than a half-dollar, though it cut through concrete and bone with the same ease as a sickle through wheat for harvest. Their opponent tucked, dove, and leapt over the beam as it crossed the entirety of the room. Cultists fell to the carving line, and as the rabbimpanzie clone continued to dodge and leap away from J-3's assault, it soon found itself boxed into a corner.
Caught between one jump that would bring its' legs within the scything beam of water, and another that would see its' head lopped from its' shoulders, the beast came to a stop and once again ROARED! The shockwave was enough to disrupt the beam of water, and when its' vision cleared, the mutant found that J-3 had left their crater-turned-perch. A quick glance around the battlefield revealed nothing, only its' clone beginning its' own tussle with Jane-
From above, J-3 landed on the Rabbimpanzie with their entire body weight, hind claws cleaving through flesh and muscle with ease before coming to a 'CLACKING!' stop on the bones of the hips of the APEX. The mutant screamed with fury and pain in equal measure, straightening it's posture and flailing with desperate over shoulder swings, all the while J-3 returned the noise in kind. In a burst of savagery, J-3 began ripping and tearing with their fore-claws, mauling the rabbimpanzie's throat so as to prevent another shockwave.
The mutant's voice petered away, inhibited by viscera and sanguine ichor as it was.
With another flare of primal brutality, J-3 slammed their fore claws into the top and bottom jaw of the mutant, leveraging all the muscle available to their form to keep the abomination's mouth open. Ink whorled over their shoulders and arms, reinforcing muscle and bone as the Apex sought to close its' maw on J-3's pain inducing fingers. Even as it bucked, J-3 kept the beast's mouth wedged open, before their body lurched forward and drove the blades on their face into the now easiest to reach weak point they could see.
J-3's eyes closed, leaving them blind to the world save for their ability to sense [MANA] and [EMOTION], as their armored and bladed snout crashed into and then through the soft palette of the rabbimpanzie. They felt a moment of resistance, before the relatively weaker interior plate of bone that separated the brain from the mouth was forced to give way under J-3's insistence. There was a mild shudder from the abominable mutant, and J-3 almost began to celebrate... But it was never that easy, of course.
Almost as if prompted by their choice of coup-de-grace, the APEX yet again began to split and copy itself, falling apart under J-3's attacks like a rotten gourd, before condensing once again into a pair of- distinctly, if still only somewhat slightly- smaller clones.
The Polymorph screamed another cry of hate, before they were once again punched hard enough to send them flying.
