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 Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 11:20 am
Taranis was not afraid of being called a coward. He knew that dancing away from a one-on-one battle might be seen by some as weak, but the Senshi of Sand knew it was smart. He was not an equal match with Linarite when it came to strength or speed. He could only hope to avoid the majority of her blows while still delivering his own decisive ones to her weak points.
Unfortunately, Linarite was a better hand-to-hand fighter than him. She snapped a quick punch and shattered his nose like it was little more than a crystalline vase. The senshi swore loudly, staggering backward as blood spurted out. The water from the tower still rained down on them, making his already clouded vision even worse.
Linarite was advancing on him, closing the distance. He could feel the death in the air. As he fell backward, his lips began to move, murmuring in strong, powerful syllables, "Taranis Sand Crystallization Storm." There was a glint in the air, the tingling of something clinking together.
The Senshi of Sand had put several feet of distance between himself and Linarite, but the Nega was quickly closing that space. Suddenly Taranis stopped backpedaling. There was a flash of something passing like a dagger through the sheet of falling water. It was a thick spine of glass, as wide and long as his arm, and it passed directly into the chest of General Linarite.
Taranis chased it through the water, gripped the glass with both hands, and shoved it deeper into the blue-haired Nega's chest. "This," he said, twisting the glass javelin until the end of it snapped free in his hands, "is for Magellan." And then the blood began to flow.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:10 pm
Victory was frozen in a wave of painful horror as the jagged glass slipped easily past metal, through wool, and deeply into flesh. There was a brief moment of wondering who Magellan had been, but baby blue hair and pompoms flashed into the Negaverser's mind. Had that been her? Ah yes, the girlfriend that Linarite had killed but reaped no reward from.
There was a smacking wet sound with every rough breath the general drew through her mouth and the meaning was clear -- blood was filling her lungs. She fell towards the ground, reaching out for the staff that had been dropped clear with the shock, but it was to no avail. A boot came down hard on her hand and a hoarse cry could not mask the sound of crunching bone.
Without warning another shard of glass came down into her back above her hip and without error into the most tender flesh on a human's body. The pain was blanking her mind and the communicators given to them by the Queen of the Negaverse did not even register for their newness. Everything was going dark and blood was pouring from her body in streams now even around the glass.
Blood and something darker. Oh God. Was this really the end? She had thought that Castor would have been the one...she had wanted that. She would have accepted that. Linarite was not a very proud young woman but even she would not let this coward senshi defeat her.
The unbroken hand that was coated with her own blood splayed on the lip of the roof as every iota of strength was used to lift her broken body. Though she knew it was wrong, if she was going to die, it was going to be without Taranis' mark still remaining inside of her body. Hands grasped the smooth glass and yanked it from her body with another cry.
The world was turning black, Linarite knew it was the end, but there was something else that had to happen first. She was going to have to say one...last...thing.
"I'll see you in Hell."
There was no thought to throwing her body backwards off the roof. The bluenette simply let the darkness consume her and her body went limp. Falling, falling, and then nothingness. There was a single screaming thought in her brain at that moment and she would have given anything for a doc...tor....
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:44 am
Taranis chased Linarite to the edge of the roof. He wanted to see her fall hard on the cement, to see her arms and legs broken like a marionette. The wailing honk of a passing truck split the air. By the time the Senshi of Sand reached the lip of the roof, Linarite's body had already tumbled down and landed in the back of a garbage truck as it went spinning by.
He slammed a fist into the concrete, feeling the bite against his knuckles. The wounds were deep, oozing. There was no way she could survive it, no way. Blood coated his mouth, his hands. It was hers and his mixed together, a smattering of their conflict.
A conflict that was now over.
Eternal Sailor Taranis had never known what he would feel in this moment. He expected happiness, joy, perhaps even an unending euphoria. Instead, he felt empty, blackness. Clear eyes fell to the blood on his hands. They were trembling. He stumbled to the side and vomited. There was blood everywhere, too much blood.
And in that blood, a small thing: a tiny daisy earring coated in blood. He picked it up, rolled it between his fingers, and then tucked it into the small brown pouch at his side. The eternal senshi allowed himself a few more painful moments staring at the mess they had made.
Conflicted over his post-victory feelings, Taranis disappeared into the night, the stain of blood still fresh in his mind.
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