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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 5:42 pm
As his magic weakened then gave out, a terror like he'd never felt before clutched at the Squire's chest. Still he tried to flee. Scrambling as quickly as he could across the concrete. The hand that grabbed him was hot as fingers clawed into his skin. "No!" He screamed as he was dragged backwards, all progress to freedom lost. He attempted ot dislodge himself only to have a boot slam into his back like a gunshot. It might as well have been for the attack that came after.
The Squire lay still under the General.
Hy-Brasil got to watch the whole exchange firsthand. As if the whole thing had been laid out and timed perfectly, her vision followed the fleeing group of fireflies to bear witness to the Squire's starseed being brutally ripped from him. The kid lay there so quietly. So still.
Hy-Brasil tripped to a halt as she worked to fully take in what she was seeing. It was like her mind and body had seperated themselves at the horror in front of her. Muscles tensed for an explosion that didn't come. Anger at this General, at herself. This had been her fight, now the squires. He was far too young. If she hadn't picked this ******** fight in the first place would any of this had happened? Better yes, if she was atleast a capable Knight that wasn't leaning heavily on outside resources to get through each and every god damned ******** MOVE! She screamed at herself.
Muscles responded. It didn't matter if she had a wepaon or not, she charged towards the General. Eyes were focused on that glittering starseed. She only needed to return it and all of this would be okay. She'd save the squire and make sure he got home to his family. "You b*****d." She hissed through clenched teeth as she moved in. A fist raised and shot out intending to clock the damn beast in his jaw before taking the most precious of prizes from his hands.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 2:07 pm
For her, it was a monumental occasion. For Faustite, it was routine. Worth remembering only for the database entry that would come afterward. The starseed felt warm for its vitality, looked glittering and vibrant. Promised him a good rush if he broke it in half and swallowed it down. Tempting as it was, however, there was the Knight to deal with first.
He heard Headache's buzzing, saw the flash of lights in his periphery. The Knight would be following, likely. Faustite turned, and she was there, and her first was already reeled back —
He recognized the punch before it landed, but couldn't move his body fast enough. It struck him squarely in the jaw and he felt his body turn with the force of the punch, felt it echo through his bones as he stumbled backward. The starseed left his hand, as did a thin stream of spit and crowded invective.
"It's mine," he seethed at her, and rippling heat exploded outward into raging flame.
While they tangled, Headache had shot past the pair. Passed up the prone Squire with no thought spared for him. A gem waited for the youma on the floor, having just stopped from its impromptu roll. Still glowed with all the life force it would ever have. And Headache, injured and at a loss for a third of its number, swarmed about it unhindered. What took one mouth hours would take a hundred mouths seconds; for as long as its owner kept the Knight occupied, it could enjoy spoils of this ill-started altercation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2022 10:17 pm
The starseed was dropped. Internally Hy-Brasil cringed as it bounce on the unforgiving ground rolling and tumbling from sight as it left the ever intensifying firey core of the General. As long as it escaped the ire of the bottom of a boot, she’d retrieve it post haste. All she needed to do was direct the battle away ******** that heat!!
Hy swore as she was forced to back up. Hairs on her arms were surely burnt off at this point. “******** off, monster.” She roared. “You deserve to starve.”
Without her weapon Hy was at a disadvantage. A large disadvantage. It was times such as these that she cursed her magical abilities and their lacking worth in battle. What use was healing if you couldn't defeat the damn enemy? Nothing. It was ******** useless. Ugh.
Nothing left to it, she stepped in and kicked aiming for just above that caged fiery hell when two things happened. One, she had overjudged and in the process lost her balance causing her to try and poorly, adjust midkick. And, two, a cluster of movement caught her attention. A small dance of lights were swarming the ground. She hadn't noticed it before with her night vision ruined by that hellish fire but something was.
“No!” She screamed as she completely lost her balance. All focus gone as terror blossomed like a sick disease throughout her chest.
She hit the ground, unable to catch herself, her tail bone yelling inprotest at the abuse. “No, no, no!” She scrambled as ungracefully as a seal on land. Half crawling as she moved towards the youma while attempting to get to her feet again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2022 5:22 pm
Faustite spat at her for her temper, but the Knight was already struggling to keep herself straight. She looked as though she was going to kick him, and Faustite readied to dodge, but she ******** herself up and fell on her a** like a fresh Page who had just joined this ages-old war. He barked a mirthless laugh at her, though her distracted cries soon attracted his attention.
Headache was —
"Oh, you ********>," the burning General seethed, but there was nothing for it now. No saving a starseed once its surface was cracked. No rush to be gleaned seconds after the fatal split in its surface. "******** dusting you myself."
The Knight was of more immediate concern, however, Even as he panted and his limbs felt more stony for every second that his fires burned hotter, he dragged himself toward her. Reached for an ankle to pull her back, maybe set her damn outfit on fire. Give her something to think about that wasn't the starseed in her chest, which would be the recompense for losing a Squire's starseed to his personal youma. Any more ******** around with this one and he would need to nap and recoup some energy before he could teleport back to Negaspace.
"Had enough of you, too," he warned.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2022 6:22 pm
Tears she didn’t realise she was even shedding, slid down her cheeks as the glow of the starseed sputtered out. Gone and devoured by the youma as if it were nothing more than a ******** main course, the squire’s starseed was nothing but a shell. The body that lay on the ground near here never to move again. The young teen never to return back to his family. Another lost soul in the god forsaken war, to the monsters.
She felt claws at her ankle. It grounded her enough to actually hear the voice of the General behind her. Bitter hatred rose, but also the crystal clear reality of the situation. He’d lost his first meal to a meal. She was next.
A growing anxiety replaced her fiery resolve to save the squire. With him gone and her lacking a weapon there wasn’t much she could do against a General with an inferno in his abdomen. Flipping onto her backside again, she kicked straight out with her free appendage. Balance was unnecessary while sitting. She didn’t even care what she hit. “Go ******** yourself.” She growled out.
Thank goodness for tall leather boots. Though she felt the heat, it didn’t burn quite as hot or quickly from the residual heat of his torso. She crawled backwards, before scrambling to her feet, chest heaving.
She glanced to the squire’s body. She wanted to grab him but it would slow her down and make it near impossible to defend herself if the General pursued.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2022 6:33 pm
His attention was still on clamoring to her chest cavity when she struck him in the side of the head with her boot. The second kick hit his neck, and by then, Faustite was stumbling to regain his balance. He felt the strikes, and in the moments afterward, they resolved into a terrible, throbbing pain. that perfused into the bone. He felt his sinuses thrumming with the strike, then felt pressure in his face as they ******** c**t," he choked out, then spat back at her. He made another lunge for her ankle, but by then, she was already scurrying toward the edge of his firelight.
Faustite took stock of himself — exhausted, pained, limbs leaden and half-numb from all the exertion. His energy was gone and he was panting like he couldn't scrape enough oxygen back into himself. Sides heaved and fresh pains and bruises bloomed in places he hadn't noticed before. Any rolls, scrambles, strikes, falls would show up on his body over the next few days in a rainbow of damage. He'd have all of it to remember them by, but no taste of the Squire's starseed lingering in his mouth. No thrill of energy to replace what was wasted on that firecrotch hatemonger that ran off to go lick her wounds.
What the ******** was wrong with her, anyway? He'd never seen an accomplished Knight fight so poorly before. She fell on her a** in front of him.
Didn't matter now, though. After heaving another few breaths while doubled over, he signaled for his greedy youma to rendezvous with him. "You're going to call Albite," he murmured between breaths, "and tell him to pick me up."
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