January 1st, 7.47 PM
Midtown Metropolis
(Interacting with: @Zero Hex@praxitilies@Mr Nim)
Flying high above the beast, Diana saw a scenery of teeth. Some snapped at her, others unleashed their fury on the city. The goddess Hera had heard Diana’s prayer and granted her a champion in the form of Mister Budu. Gracefully he did his acrobatics on the street, avoiding the agile tails and getting people to safety. There was a certain comfort in knowing that this man could succeed in keeping people safe, as long as the tails were condensed into a single street. Diana needed to keep it that way, meanwhile she had little power over the demon’s direction. Its random riot ripped through building after building that couldn’t possibly all be empty.
Time was of the essence. That knowledge fueled her as she dived into the ocean of Hydra heads and started dealing damage. She pushed down on one’s skull, creating a shockwave, and launched at a head biting down on the fifth floor of an office complex. Her sword penetrated the eyes of one beast and went on to blind another. More and more heads turned at her, and with her shield she managed to break the front teeth of a particularly manic head.
A series of thunderous punch sounded when a new warrior entered the fight. Flying around and creating some sore spots for the Hydra, was a mysterious man-like person with a tail.
The heroic symphony got a contribution when magic started to rain down on the mythologic creature. A fairly elegant man in a coat summoned mystical arts against the threat.
Hope was rising on the bitter battlefield.
That’s when one mouth suddenly struck. Immediately teeth were pressing down on Diana's shield and fangs graced her shoulder, drawing blood. She yelled out and used the frustration to push the head backwards, when another then hit her. Her body lunged downwards. She was smashed against tough scales and her weapons slipped from her grasp. The hard surface didn't wait for her to recover and threw her off. Like a ragdoll she was knocked around, each encounter bashing more life out of her.
Finally, her hand managed to grab hold of the rough skin of a neck.
That’s when she noticed it.
The sky was gone. All people and reminders of good were nowhere to be seen. Diana had been tossed in the middle of the jungle of heads. She hardly knew what was up or down. Everywhere she looked were long necks and heads moving between each other. Not a single sunbeam could enter. This was where gods and men came to die, a wilderness of certain doom. Blood poured from her arm as a reminder of her mortality. As was her sore limbs.
Dammit, Diana, fight through the pain! Kick through the dread! Your destiny is to be a light in the dark, to be these people’s Wonder Woman! Do not…
She was squeezed against to squirming heads.
Do not die like…
Strong jaws tried to reach her.
This!
Something smacked her with the force of a comet and hurled her numb figure sideways. Barely awake she saw recognizable evils assembled above her. One hydra head, staring down, had broken teeth. One with gashes across the face. One had to sniff her, since its eyes were missing and many others had similar hurts.
… Their injuries have not healed … They cannot.
All of the heads had another thing in common. Not only were they wounded and did not take part in the rampage. All of them had been personally wronged by Diana. Their instinct was not animalistic rage but a flaming resentment.
They can hold grudges!
Light entered the shadowy inferno as one of Diana’s allies must have attacked enough heads to generate an opening for her.
With persistent attackers biting at her, she flew towards the exit and made a less than elegant escape into the street outside.
Spitting out pieces of pavement, she stumbled back on her feet. Unarmed, but still with a fighting spirit.
