Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 20:23:48 GMT
Her shots hit them, alright – she could see the impact that created a small puff of smoke. However, it was the fact that every time she did hit them, they didn’t stop at all. With every blast she discharged, they just tanked it and go closer until she had no choice but to hoof it on foot. However, something caught her eye and before she jumped out to run in a mad sprint, a steel case could be seen in her hand. From above, the leader known as Beelzebub could be seen fuming in anger. She heard him yell, ‘Get th’damn case!’ And that was all she needed to know to realize her suspicions were right on the money – literally.
Inside the case must have been hundred of whatever this planet considered money, and since she was treated so terribly – it only seemed to right to enact some proper reparation. More blasts were thrown, some missing by miles, some a lot closer than she would have liked. The sand beneath her feet did slow her down quite a bit, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t handle since the leader was the only one whom seemed faster than his crew. Throwing a grin over her shoulder, she taunted them.
“C’mon, I ain’t that hard to catch! After all, I’m just a little cat, right?!”
In response, she heard a loud yell of frustration, followed by him bellowing ‘Get outta th’way!’ Watching him, while simultaneously trying not to trip at full speed, she saw him stop in mid-air and hold out a hand to her. What the hell was he going to do?
Like a microphone had just been put over his mouth, his voice could be heard echoing through the desert when he yelled, “Darkness Cutter!” he was launching some sort of attack or something like it! Panicking slightly, she tried to summon fire and throw it back at him. What she saw coming at her was a terrifying sight. Closing in like a looming fog was a dark red, almost blood-colored, ball of energy that was getting closer and closer no matter how fast she ran. It absorbed her fire like it was a food and she turned back around to try and accelerate.
However, fates were not on her side as she lost her footing and flopped into the sand. She was almost buried underneath it by the momentum of speed. That’s it! Please let this work! She thought in the sand and dug through the sand madly. Then, like she thought, she hit a sinkhole. Like a monster of its own, the sand swallowed her, taking her deep into its crust. When she was sure she’d been buried beneath hundred of feet, she felt a massive eruption of power quake the sand above and below her. She felt like she was being crushed but once the quaking died down, she could feel stillness in the earth once more.
I need to go back up… but not where I was, She thought in worry, moving ever so slightly under the weight of the earth on top of her. How would she get back up again? She wondered, moving more but finding that the more she did – the more sand took a firm grasp of her. Thinking with her eyes closed, she imagined what powers she had at her disposal and paused when an idea did come to mind. She needed to use her fire once more though.
She had the case still in hand using her right arm; it was just her right that she could use with some degree of good movement. As long as she controlled it perfectly, just this one time, she might not burn herself again. At the temperature she was going to need the fire to be, she couldn’t afford to make mistakes.
Making the final decision, and regrets, she shifted her hand through the sand gradually until it was parallel to her body and facing outwards. She had to release the heat gently and raise the temperature, while pushing the sand away from her by the force. As she worked, the burst of fire she created pushing the sand away from her, she would accelerate the heat drastically to harden the sand into a very opaque glass-like shape. She didn’t let it harden, though and pushed it forward as she heated the sand until it made a bubble around her. Below her feet she created somewhat of a surface to stand on and lit her way in the darkened orb she’d created.
Sweating, she realized that without some sort of air vent to cool the glass, she’d bake herself from the inside out. That meant that she had to work quickly in constructing the glass tunnel – for however long she could run into sand.
“A-Alright,” She breathed, air becoming scarce and heavy, she settled into a running stance and kept her arm out ahead of her. “Let’s go!” She yelled and ran while blasting the sand with a super-heated flame stream. Alongside her, it would look like blackened ripples that warped as she ran by them, red and searing hot to the touch – if she touched it. She was thankful for the boots she’d gotten so long ago that were tough against most elements.
When she’d thought she’d covered enough distance – and was nearly about to pass out – she made for the surface now. Stopping her movement, she looked up towards the ceiling. With a struggle, she placed her hand against the boiling surface and yelled, both in pain and concentration, as she pushed her stream of fire higher and higher and exhausted her body out when she could no longer control the flames and released them.
Finally, she hit the surface she stood and landed on one knee. The glass burned her skin and she hissed in pain at the contact. Her body was hardly able to move now and the temperature so hot, she wasn’t sure how she was even able to think. Maybe it was her saiyan blood, or maybe it was the demonic; either were strong species that she still didn’t understand why she was so weak to begin with.
She shuddered at the thought of her never attaining the power she needed, worried that something would always stand in her way. What could she do, but try and push her body to the limit? I’m not… gonna die here… Her sense of humor didn’t leave her ignorant to the fact that if she did – she would have buried herself in her own grave with money in hand. What an ironic fate… She thought semi-lucidly.
Looking back up at the high ceiling she made, her mind contemplated how difficult the climb would be with one hand. After a second, she laughed, “H-How about… how I won’t have finger prints after this? Or really much any skin anywhere,” It was only a slightly sobering thought but it got her to her feet all the same. Grinding her teeth in preparation, she licked a fang before finally jumping onto a rivet in the molten hardening glass.
“NGH!” She yelled, nearly letting go but stubbornly pushing through the pain. To provide her more balance, she scrabbled up the side with her feet and pressed her back against the wall. “FFFuck-!” She was torturing herself all so she could keep hold of the case in her defunct arm and escape this self-made hell. It wasn’t the training she wanted, but she wasn’t one for tradition anyway!
Pushing against the walls and pulling herself up, she scaled the wall with visible struggle, almost falling a couple of times to start over. When she felt like she’d finally reached the top, reaching upwards and pushing against the glass, it broke and more sand fell through. The weight of it pooled on her torso, falling off of the sides and slightly pushing her down. It just kept moving down and down until finally the sand stopped and she was met with a peek of light that wasn’t the dim and burning embers of the glass around her.
She’d made it, escaped alive even! Breathing heavily from her exertion and excitement, she reached towards the glass hole and punctured it more, widening it to climb through. The scrabble upwards burned her wounds and made her nearly black out, her vision fading in and out, before she felt the coolness of the air hit her body.
From the outside, a gloved hand would reach from inside a sand dune and pull up a blackened and red-rashed body before they flopped onto their back. Despite being covered in sweat, blood, sand and the like, their hand held tightly to the case of money that they’d fought for. The Oroboros group seemed to have given up. She had no idea how long she’d been down there and they most likely thought she’d died.
“…Heh… that’s fine with me,” She muttered, a smile on her face as she closed her eyes to rest.
Inside the case must have been hundred of whatever this planet considered money, and since she was treated so terribly – it only seemed to right to enact some proper reparation. More blasts were thrown, some missing by miles, some a lot closer than she would have liked. The sand beneath her feet did slow her down quite a bit, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t handle since the leader was the only one whom seemed faster than his crew. Throwing a grin over her shoulder, she taunted them.
“C’mon, I ain’t that hard to catch! After all, I’m just a little cat, right?!”
In response, she heard a loud yell of frustration, followed by him bellowing ‘Get outta th’way!’ Watching him, while simultaneously trying not to trip at full speed, she saw him stop in mid-air and hold out a hand to her. What the hell was he going to do?
Like a microphone had just been put over his mouth, his voice could be heard echoing through the desert when he yelled, “Darkness Cutter!” he was launching some sort of attack or something like it! Panicking slightly, she tried to summon fire and throw it back at him. What she saw coming at her was a terrifying sight. Closing in like a looming fog was a dark red, almost blood-colored, ball of energy that was getting closer and closer no matter how fast she ran. It absorbed her fire like it was a food and she turned back around to try and accelerate.
However, fates were not on her side as she lost her footing and flopped into the sand. She was almost buried underneath it by the momentum of speed. That’s it! Please let this work! She thought in the sand and dug through the sand madly. Then, like she thought, she hit a sinkhole. Like a monster of its own, the sand swallowed her, taking her deep into its crust. When she was sure she’d been buried beneath hundred of feet, she felt a massive eruption of power quake the sand above and below her. She felt like she was being crushed but once the quaking died down, she could feel stillness in the earth once more.
I need to go back up… but not where I was, She thought in worry, moving ever so slightly under the weight of the earth on top of her. How would she get back up again? She wondered, moving more but finding that the more she did – the more sand took a firm grasp of her. Thinking with her eyes closed, she imagined what powers she had at her disposal and paused when an idea did come to mind. She needed to use her fire once more though.
She had the case still in hand using her right arm; it was just her right that she could use with some degree of good movement. As long as she controlled it perfectly, just this one time, she might not burn herself again. At the temperature she was going to need the fire to be, she couldn’t afford to make mistakes.
Making the final decision, and regrets, she shifted her hand through the sand gradually until it was parallel to her body and facing outwards. She had to release the heat gently and raise the temperature, while pushing the sand away from her by the force. As she worked, the burst of fire she created pushing the sand away from her, she would accelerate the heat drastically to harden the sand into a very opaque glass-like shape. She didn’t let it harden, though and pushed it forward as she heated the sand until it made a bubble around her. Below her feet she created somewhat of a surface to stand on and lit her way in the darkened orb she’d created.
Sweating, she realized that without some sort of air vent to cool the glass, she’d bake herself from the inside out. That meant that she had to work quickly in constructing the glass tunnel – for however long she could run into sand.
“A-Alright,” She breathed, air becoming scarce and heavy, she settled into a running stance and kept her arm out ahead of her. “Let’s go!” She yelled and ran while blasting the sand with a super-heated flame stream. Alongside her, it would look like blackened ripples that warped as she ran by them, red and searing hot to the touch – if she touched it. She was thankful for the boots she’d gotten so long ago that were tough against most elements.
When she’d thought she’d covered enough distance – and was nearly about to pass out – she made for the surface now. Stopping her movement, she looked up towards the ceiling. With a struggle, she placed her hand against the boiling surface and yelled, both in pain and concentration, as she pushed her stream of fire higher and higher and exhausted her body out when she could no longer control the flames and released them.
Finally, she hit the surface she stood and landed on one knee. The glass burned her skin and she hissed in pain at the contact. Her body was hardly able to move now and the temperature so hot, she wasn’t sure how she was even able to think. Maybe it was her saiyan blood, or maybe it was the demonic; either were strong species that she still didn’t understand why she was so weak to begin with.
She shuddered at the thought of her never attaining the power she needed, worried that something would always stand in her way. What could she do, but try and push her body to the limit? I’m not… gonna die here… Her sense of humor didn’t leave her ignorant to the fact that if she did – she would have buried herself in her own grave with money in hand. What an ironic fate… She thought semi-lucidly.
Looking back up at the high ceiling she made, her mind contemplated how difficult the climb would be with one hand. After a second, she laughed, “H-How about… how I won’t have finger prints after this? Or really much any skin anywhere,” It was only a slightly sobering thought but it got her to her feet all the same. Grinding her teeth in preparation, she licked a fang before finally jumping onto a rivet in the molten hardening glass.
“NGH!” She yelled, nearly letting go but stubbornly pushing through the pain. To provide her more balance, she scrabbled up the side with her feet and pressed her back against the wall. “FFFuck-!” She was torturing herself all so she could keep hold of the case in her defunct arm and escape this self-made hell. It wasn’t the training she wanted, but she wasn’t one for tradition anyway!
Pushing against the walls and pulling herself up, she scaled the wall with visible struggle, almost falling a couple of times to start over. When she felt like she’d finally reached the top, reaching upwards and pushing against the glass, it broke and more sand fell through. The weight of it pooled on her torso, falling off of the sides and slightly pushing her down. It just kept moving down and down until finally the sand stopped and she was met with a peek of light that wasn’t the dim and burning embers of the glass around her.
She’d made it, escaped alive even! Breathing heavily from her exertion and excitement, she reached towards the glass hole and punctured it more, widening it to climb through. The scrabble upwards burned her wounds and made her nearly black out, her vision fading in and out, before she felt the coolness of the air hit her body.
From the outside, a gloved hand would reach from inside a sand dune and pull up a blackened and red-rashed body before they flopped onto their back. Despite being covered in sweat, blood, sand and the like, their hand held tightly to the case of money that they’d fought for. The Oroboros group seemed to have given up. She had no idea how long she’d been down there and they most likely thought she’d died.
“…Heh… that’s fine with me,” She muttered, a smile on her face as she closed her eyes to rest.
