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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 12:11 pm
[[CW: Gore]]
Kerberos had never quite had the experience of someone actually picking apart his skin before - it was a strange feeling, but the pain was hollow, almost not present, next to the burning of her very touch and the euphoria of drawing more energy from her body than he ever had from anyone else. And he kept pulling, and pulling, and pulling - spitefully, now, because he needed revenge for what she was doing to him.
Revenge had driven him from the first moment Zinkenite's hand slipepd into his chest and made him Sailor Kerberos.
Revenge had left a splattering of bodies in his wake.
Revenge was all he had left, with so much else stripped and pulled and torn out of him and bent to Chaos's purposes. He was Metallia's puppet, her cracked and shattered symbol of power, and besides that one-of-many, one of the Legion of Ascendeds. But what he had of and for himself was revenge and anger and a burning hatred for Order and a particular hatred for the girl in his arms, who dared to try to pull him apart.
He let out a snarl of pure rage as she tugged and pulled and cracked out his eye, as she crunched it between her teeth, and he wanted to claw at hers but there was no point.
No point because there was not much longer left in her, and so instead, his grip shifted, to something almost gentle and cradling - an arm around her shoulders, one around the back of her head, keeping his hands on her so he could keep draining - and with a broken face, cracked and shattered and one-eyed, he stared at the Earth Knight and grinned, because there was nothing he could do.
She melted from Knight to human in his arms.
"A starseeed or two will fix me, little girl," he said, "but nothing will fix you."
And he let go of her corpse, letting her drop to the ground among the other dead.
"You next, hammer boy? I'm feeling very revitalized right now." He snarled.
But the retreat was sounding - a shame, a shame, because Kerberos was not ready to flee. Perhaps just a bit longer, to end the other Knight too...
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 1:15 am
Her fingers curled like claws, seeking a better grip, her little body pulling backwards to try drag him down into the dirt with her. They would have some much fun. Her smile was wide and full of childish delight, her eyes so bright and blue.
But all it took was a moment of distraction, as her fellow Corrupt triumphantly pulling the life out of the lady knight. That quick turn of her head, the mixture of envy and pride keeping her gaze fixed on Kerberos. It didn't really occur to her that the enemy would really fight back. That wasn't how it worked. Sometimes they got a lucky hit in but that was all. They hadn't even had any fun yet.
There was a resounding crunch.
The hammer hit the back of her head and she dropped like a stone. A marionette without any strings, she simply crumpled, knocked cleanly out of the fight.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:15 pm
The youma man was new and she did not like him. Her barrier lasted long enough before it energy ran out and she swayed. People started dying right and left and Bifrost found herself panicking. No. No. This was the Surrounding all over again. No. Where was Raven?! Where was her knights?! Her court?! No no what if they were already dead. What if she'd abandoned them? What if, in her self imposed exile, she left them to die?
Nononononononno.
The Transcended Knight curled in on herself, invisible wings and tail curling around her form to try to block out the reality around her. It wasn't going way. It wasn't a dream. This was real. This was real.
This was. Real.Quote: Bifrost is a sitting duck. If anyone wants to capture her go ahead. Otherwise I'll assume she got out.
Or at least have him stop playing golf with the Corrupts.Iyvnian Sorry this took so long! Feel free to dodge, do whatever
She went unnoticed by... everyone. She took the moment to teleport out of there, before anyone could remember she existed.Hydrus nodded at Mintaka glanced around. Too much chaos and death. Too much pain. All he had left right now was the refuge and those hidden there. He moved his way out of the fight, out of the chaos, and found a mirror. He was running, he knew, but he was going to save lives. Protect them. Do what Chaos wouldn't. He ran at the mirror, knocking it over at the last minute as he sailed through.
The mirror crashed the floor, shattering.
Nyxtsuki Moon Wow this took forever my bad hon
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