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“So the purple stuff’s anime?”
“Sure.”
"It's interchangeable, right? Because I saw some get scooped out of a woman and get put back in a guy when I axed one of your bird-people, let me tell you."
The boy clicked his tongue, watching the viking almost fumble his weapon. Mina stood spectating from the entrance of the lot, trying to figure out what this guy was trying to accomplish. He probably had some kind of plan, right? She felt like she should probably just leave it to him if so.
“Probably?” The boy answered with a shrug. Everything about his tone and posture conveyed a sense of “ugh, what a drag.” Mina could relate. He waved his hand dismissively. “Of course those aren’t the best I-”
“Because they’re way too good for you, really.”
”Excuse me?”
The boy rose to his feet, his eyes like daggers. His right hand gripped around the scabbard of his katana, tight enough to blanch his knuckles white. “Reconsider your words carefully, boy. If you had any idea who you were speaking to-”
“He’s distracted,” the knight whispered in Mina’s ear. She almost jumped at the unexpected voice, nearly giving herself whiplash with the effort it took not to look around. “Look for the ideal moment, then act quickly.”
"I mean, that hair and outfit? Come on."
The boy was visibly shaking with rage, teeth bared like fangs and face turning chili-pepper red. His left hand flew to the hilt of his sword, muscles bulging and the tiles under his feet becoming cracked and splintered. “You… you… you…!!”
He shot from the roof like a bullet, lunging for the viking in the same instant he began to draw his sword. His face contorted with feral rage was replaced with dull surprise however as a lightning bolt lit up the sky, drawing his gaze off to the side mid-leap. The viking threw his hand out, a cloud of something Mina couldn’t identify flying from his hand and catching the katana boy full in the face.
“Now, girl!” the knight commanded, pressing a hand against her shoulder.
“R-right!” Mina had nearly forgotten what she was supposed to be doing, distracted by the sudden flash of lightning from an otherwise clear sky just as the boy had been. She stepped toward the pigeonhead and the urn, sailing across the lot in the same instant. She thrust with her blade as she did so, skewering through the monster and the pithos in the instant the boy went tumbling across the roof, coughing and trying to get back to his feet.
“Y-you…! You…!” The boy shook his head, trying to clear his mind and regain focus, but to no avail as his body became more and more lethargic. His sword fell from his grasp, and with a final splutter of curses and growls, his body hit the rooftop, dead asleep.
Mina bounced from foot to foot, trying to avoid the anima spilling out of the broken urn as if it were dirty water. It flowed over the ground, hovering ever so slightly in the air as it trailed its way back out to the street, seeking to return to physical form. Out in the neighborhood proper, the remaining monsters began to bulge and bubble before finally bursting into the same smoke as their former fellows. The clouds of smoke from where the creatures had fallen throughout the battle began to coalesce on themselves, becoming denser before finally reforming into a flock of very confused crows and pigeons.
A silence fell following the chaos, before those who had hidden began to finally creep back out to the street. A few of the fallen, restored sooner than the others, began to stir and rise, rubbing their eyes as if they had just awoken from a nap. The Witch of the Waters stood in the street, a smile playing on her lips as she hugged her staff to herself. This had ended far faster than she had anticipated; the warriors had chosen well, it seemed.
Her role in the event was not yet over, however; raising her staff into the air, she called the water from the broken hydrant to her once more, sending it up into the sky to form a great cloud over the neighborhood. A brief moment passed in quiet expectation, then, one drop at a time, a rain started to drizzle over the area, lightly dampening everyone caught in the chaos. For the Witch’s summoned warriors and their chosen, it was just an ordinary drizzle, but for the others gathered it would gently dull the memory of the afternoon, allowing them to resume their ordinary lives without fear or panic.
With that completed, the Witch let her staff turn back into a puddle of water before turning to the fire hydrant and offering it a small bow in thanks for its assistance before stepping off the road and back onto the sidewalk. What a useful tool it had been!
“Sure.”
"It's interchangeable, right? Because I saw some get scooped out of a woman and get put back in a guy when I axed one of your bird-people, let me tell you."
The boy clicked his tongue, watching the viking almost fumble his weapon. Mina stood spectating from the entrance of the lot, trying to figure out what this guy was trying to accomplish. He probably had some kind of plan, right? She felt like she should probably just leave it to him if so.
“Probably?” The boy answered with a shrug. Everything about his tone and posture conveyed a sense of “ugh, what a drag.” Mina could relate. He waved his hand dismissively. “Of course those aren’t the best I-”
“Because they’re way too good for you, really.”
”Excuse me?”
The boy rose to his feet, his eyes like daggers. His right hand gripped around the scabbard of his katana, tight enough to blanch his knuckles white. “Reconsider your words carefully, boy. If you had any idea who you were speaking to-”
“He’s distracted,” the knight whispered in Mina’s ear. She almost jumped at the unexpected voice, nearly giving herself whiplash with the effort it took not to look around. “Look for the ideal moment, then act quickly.”
"I mean, that hair and outfit? Come on."
The boy was visibly shaking with rage, teeth bared like fangs and face turning chili-pepper red. His left hand flew to the hilt of his sword, muscles bulging and the tiles under his feet becoming cracked and splintered. “You… you… you…!!”
He shot from the roof like a bullet, lunging for the viking in the same instant he began to draw his sword. His face contorted with feral rage was replaced with dull surprise however as a lightning bolt lit up the sky, drawing his gaze off to the side mid-leap. The viking threw his hand out, a cloud of something Mina couldn’t identify flying from his hand and catching the katana boy full in the face.
“Now, girl!” the knight commanded, pressing a hand against her shoulder.
“R-right!” Mina had nearly forgotten what she was supposed to be doing, distracted by the sudden flash of lightning from an otherwise clear sky just as the boy had been. She stepped toward the pigeonhead and the urn, sailing across the lot in the same instant. She thrust with her blade as she did so, skewering through the monster and the pithos in the instant the boy went tumbling across the roof, coughing and trying to get back to his feet.
“Y-you…! You…!” The boy shook his head, trying to clear his mind and regain focus, but to no avail as his body became more and more lethargic. His sword fell from his grasp, and with a final splutter of curses and growls, his body hit the rooftop, dead asleep.
Mina bounced from foot to foot, trying to avoid the anima spilling out of the broken urn as if it were dirty water. It flowed over the ground, hovering ever so slightly in the air as it trailed its way back out to the street, seeking to return to physical form. Out in the neighborhood proper, the remaining monsters began to bulge and bubble before finally bursting into the same smoke as their former fellows. The clouds of smoke from where the creatures had fallen throughout the battle began to coalesce on themselves, becoming denser before finally reforming into a flock of very confused crows and pigeons.
A silence fell following the chaos, before those who had hidden began to finally creep back out to the street. A few of the fallen, restored sooner than the others, began to stir and rise, rubbing their eyes as if they had just awoken from a nap. The Witch of the Waters stood in the street, a smile playing on her lips as she hugged her staff to herself. This had ended far faster than she had anticipated; the warriors had chosen well, it seemed.
Her role in the event was not yet over, however; raising her staff into the air, she called the water from the broken hydrant to her once more, sending it up into the sky to form a great cloud over the neighborhood. A brief moment passed in quiet expectation, then, one drop at a time, a rain started to drizzle over the area, lightly dampening everyone caught in the chaos. For the Witch’s summoned warriors and their chosen, it was just an ordinary drizzle, but for the others gathered it would gently dull the memory of the afternoon, allowing them to resume their ordinary lives without fear or panic.
With that completed, the Witch let her staff turn back into a puddle of water before turning to the fire hydrant and offering it a small bow in thanks for its assistance before stepping off the road and back onto the sidewalk. What a useful tool it had been!
two down! now how will grim and kitsune get their shit knocked out??
theyre both there
what a silly guy. fight a boss for once, joel
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 🤔
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