Description: Deep within the womb of time... the creature shall be born. The Spirit Walk occurs, and Aracely finds it within herself to suplex a giant bull. (Winner: Aracely. Loser: /crime/)
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When in Pueblo THunderfoot...well, you might not do as the Thunderfoot do, but you should at least give it a chance. With the Flight of the Soaring Spirit, not all the participants are asked to do so, but a few brave souls have volunteered anyway, to take part in an ancient tribal ritual, one very important to the tribe and one that its warriors have been tasked to do since the beginning: The Spirit Walk.
Of course, back then, Thunderfoot warriors were expected to take the walk on foot with almost no assistance. For the lucky few volunteering, a few...accomodations have been offered, particularly in the guise of a truck and a guide. As the truck drives down an increasingly featureless seeming desert road, the guide for one Moonchild smiles, sitting opposite her in the bed. "You are very brave," he says in a rather hard to pin accent. "It is rare outsiders take the chance to do the Spirit Walk. I hope you are prepared though."
Finally, the truck stops, though it's hard to tell where, as their destination seems just as featureless and arid as the rest of the road they had been driving on. "We're here." CLimbing out of the truck bed, the guide looks over toward Aracely quite intently, smiling. "I hope you're ready. If you're not prepared, you may not come back."
Aracely is a Mexican even if she isn't a member of this particular Pueblo tribe... or any tribe, really; but her family's threading bloodline probably has its share of desert-residing Native Americans, somewhere. So this probably isn't appropriative. She thinks.
She didn't paint up for this, and honestly she's starting to miss it. She did put on her rockabilly-demoness vest over the T-shirt and dingy jeans she wore, leaning against the back of the truck with her arms folded as the truck moves. When the man talks, she smiles, a little thinly. "Thanks," she says. "I try."
As the truck stops, in the middle of nowhere, Aracely looks around. She listens to the truck ticking, and rises out of the bed to vault over the side, like she was getting out of the ring. Landing, straightening back up, she says: "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."
After all, there were damn few signs on what to expect. But hey! She's been in the desert before.
Smiling enigmatically at Aracely once she vaults out of the truck, the guide starts walking in a seemingly random direction away from the truck. The chugging of the rather dingy pickup shuts off as he turns away, the driver stepping out and rutting around in a bag next to him in the cab. Not too long after, he steps out, trying to catch up to Aracely before she gets too far. "You'll need this, huerca," he says, extending a wooden bowl out to her. He looks rather nervous, unlike the relaxed and enigmatic guide.
The trek isn't too far away from the road thankfully, a small clearing with a pit and charred remains of a previous fire, along with a stack of wood and kindling nearby. "Sit, and we can get started," the guide says, arranging the wood and kindling so he can start a new fire. "The Spirit Walk is to attune yourself to nature, to the spirit of the world around you. It is to close yourself off from personal desires and other things that blind us from reading the earth, reading the life around us," he lectures, before starting a spark in the kindling. "Are you ready to give yourself to the spirits, huerca?"
Aracely pauses as someone comes up behind her and offers her... A bowl. And not the fun herbal kind, like you want.
"Thanks," she tells the man with a slightly effortful smile. Tucking it under her arm, she keeps walking.
A small fire; a clearing. This isn't too surprising. Aracely moves to set herself down, resting the bowl on her knee. She smiles, faintly. Nature, she thinks. Like watching agave grow. "Ready as I can get. What's the bowl for...?"
"You will see," the guide says enigmatically, taking a pot nearby and filling it with various things from a pouch at the side of his hip. Swirling it around in the pot, he lifts it up over the fire, shaking the pot as he adds a few splashes of some...strange liquid. It's hard to tell exactly, as he makes a point of hiding the act from Aracely for the most part. "Then again, a child like you is familiar with the darker side of things, aren't you?" he adds curiously, a rhetorical question more than anything.
Soon enough, he turns around, pot steaming and filled with a curious runny paste that he soon pours out into the bowl that she was handed. "Now, child. This is a sacred medicine that all who take the Spirit Walk must take, to become one with the spirits of nature," he says, sitting across from Aracely. "Close your eyes, breathe it in deep, then drink of it. From there...you shall be on your own, but I will be watching, to ensure you aren't swallowed up." Closing his own eyes, the guide starts to chant, the strange accent giving way to another as he speaks and prays in a clearly tribal language far from the spanish and english that he and the driver had been flitting in and out of before.
"Well, you know, it's mostly an act, right?" Aracely says. "I suppose that's breaking the illusion, but you know, I'm being real with you. Mano 666, he goes to church every week if he's not on the road... it's kinda funny."
That's as far as it goes, though. The bowl is filled.
Is this a good idea?
It seems subtly less bad when the old man starts chanting. She takes in a deep breath of the fumes, raises it up to her lips, and starts to drink. It's probably peyote or something, she thinks to herself as it goes down her throat, used to bitterness from a childhood where she had to periodically deal with siblings putting bits of rejected tequila tailings in other things. At least I can throw up in the bowl!
Mano 666. Hardly a name one can go without knowing around these parts, even in a small Pueblo like this. But piercing the veil behind a lucha legend isn't the goal behind tonight's escapade, it's getting Mano's daughter to get in touch with her spiritual side. As the chanting continues, and as the medicine is ingested, this start to get....weird. Aracely would end up feeling rather light-headed, but that's only the start of it. Rather soon, things start to get stranger, like someone was tweaking the tint or hue settings on the very world itself. The sunset sky would turn from orange and purples to yellows and greens, and the yellows and browns of the earth around them would turn a rather strange, undulating blue. Undulating, yes, because not only is the hue of the very environment shifting, but it would seem like the world itself was rippling in ever slight, but still hard to ignore ways.
And that damn chant isn't helping things, even as the guide himself seems to twist out of existence, the rapid chanting almost hypnotic and causing everything to shift and turn as well.
The world starts... to shift.
Oh yes, she thinks. That was probably peyote. Aracely stares ahead as the world starts distorting, the visions the first and thus far only time she's done more than the aforementioned sips of tequila from the ol' family business. The world is shifting. The ground is blue, the sky is vivid.
She thinks about getting up, but in the end sitting here and listening to that chant seems like a better idea. Safer. More straight forward. Her mouth is hanging open, isn't it? She reaches up to check it, and has some trouble actually finding her own chin.
It's a little funny, she thinks. She doesn't laugh aloud. "Oh, god," she says, she thinks. Into something. Someone should hear, right? Maybe God, at least?
God? Who knows if God can hear her. Who knows if anyone can. The way her voice reaches her ears, it's hard to tell if that's even her voice. It's as if all perception of time and space has no meaning. It's hard to tell if 10 seconds or 10 hours have passed at this point, the way everything swims and shifts into a multicolored haze, ever shifting, ever changing. The cacti around Aracely seem to bend and reach for her, as if hands were erupting from the ground itself. The rock outcroppings seem to rise into skyscrapers, or shrink into molehills at will.
And still that damn chant can be heard, echoing in an unintelligible way now. Hard to tell if it's actually further away or not, or if the sound is simply the echos from before endlessly reverberating in Aracely's head. Even if she stood still, it was as if the world shifted beneath her like a moving walkway, pushing her toward a direction entirely of its own accord.
Or maybe it's not the world pushing her toward something...but something pulling her in from the world, as a pair of shining eyes seems to pierce through the cloudy psychadelic haze, simply STARING at Aracely, glaring in a way that's hard to mistake as friendly.
Aracely, early on, is reminded of those Rob Zombie videos Mano 666 was so fond of... and then, well, things are simply changing and undulating too quickly for her to do more than tighten up. Is she standing up? Is she lying down? Is the sound rising up?
She thinks she's sweating. Or is it cold?
Oh, she thinks.
That's probably God, isn't it?
Aracely says aloud, "Hello!" And spreads her arms out. She's already been SEEN - maybe if she's quick enough, charming enough, God will lay off of her? This isn't a really good idea, she thinks, but she isn't quite able to think well enough to figure out a better one. ('Repentance'?)
The shining eyes continue to pierce through the haze, staring straight at Aracely. As she waves and spreads her arms out toward whatever owns those eyes, it comes closer....and closer. Soon enough, the haze lifts, only enough for the eyes to become something more, a head taking shape and shimmering through the haze to form around those shining points. A head that has...horns. Gnarled horns, not unlike those of a ram. Horns that grow out of a gigantic bull's head, a loud snort heard clear enough to reverberate much in the same way the chanting from afar does.
If Aracely was looking for God, she might have taken a detour and went the wrong way.
Thankfully, it's nto the devil either, no trident, no goatee, no blazing red skin...but the bull that steps out of the mist is MASSIVE, eyes still shining like stars in a veiled sky. And as it comes closer and closer, its feet scratch at the ground, head dipping down and hunching as if it's going to charge. Then, a bellowing sound erupts through the world enough to make everything quake.
That's right, Aracely's spirit animal is here...and it is NOT happy.
The eyes. The dreadful eyes, the haze lifting, even as Aracely finds she's stood up at some point (or is she laying down in front of the thing? even she can't quite tell).
Either way, though, what is revealed is a head. That's not a big surprise. Something larger, triangular... horned. A sheep? No, she thinks. A bull. A sheep bull. It snorts, the snort echoing.
And as the world shakes, it's charging... right for her.
"Shit," Aracely says as she braces herself. She can leap over it, she tells herself. It has horns! Those are handles. RIGHT?
COMBATSYS: Aracely has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Bullhead 666 has joined the fight here.
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Aracely 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Bullhead 666
The spirit bull clearly is not tamed, or even the kind of bull you'd see trampling around in Madrid, Spain. No...this was something completely unnatural, the gnarled horns like piercing fangs begging for blood...Aracely's blood in particular. A bellowing, almost like an air raid siren or something equally unnatural, roars out before he finally charges at Aracely.
Stampeding like a juggernaut, its head remains down, horns aimed clearly trying to gore the darkly dressed young woman. Even as she braces herself, it doesn't stop, its head plowing forward and trying to spear her without mercy. The guide did NOT mention the Spirit Animal trying to KILL you, that's for sure. Or maybe it's one of those gags they play on unsuspecting outsiders, seeing if they figure it out before they die...
COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Bullhead 666's Scent of Blood.
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Aracely 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Bullhead 666
The bull is huge. That means it has huge guts - and huge angular momentum! Aracely is able, despite everything, to grasp the huge animal's horns -- and ends up flopping onto its back, scrabbling on its leathery hide as she realizes that her reflexes may be all wrong for fighting a bull.
Problem one: It's huge!
Problem two! She may be hallucinating even now. But the scrape on her knee, the twist in her shoulder, these feel real - they aren't distorted at all. They're almost grounding. Laying atop the charging bull's back for an instant, she realizes she's only there by sufferance - and pushes forwards, aiming to try and...
She stares at the back of a bovine's neck. A spirit bovine. How the hell do you do this?
She tries - Aracely lowers her legs down to straddle the back of the bull's neck while reaching ahead to try to yank up on its horns. Will this accomplish ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!? She cannot say, she cannot know; at this point, her body is practically doing the fighting for her!
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Bullhead 666 with The Clutches of Satan.
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Aracely 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Bullhead 666
It really is hard to tell what of it is real or not. The scrapes sure are, but then again, it's hard to tell if the wounds are really accurate either. All she can tell is that she was hurt in some way. SUre, there's a visible scrape and a tweak to her shoulder, but even her sense of self-perception isn't exactly trustworthy right now.
What is hard to hallucinate is SOMETHING trying to hurt her. And resting on the bull's back, she has a decision to make in how to handle this crazy thing. As she pulls back on the horns, one might think that trying to handle this like a Harley is a recipe for disaster, especially with the imposing size and seemingly unarrestable momentum.
However, against the odds, it seems to work, pulling the beast's head back and an audible quail from the demonic bull. Struggling to get control of its own head again, it starts to buck, and kick, thrashing rapidly and trying to throw Aracely off its back. It's...less trying to simply toss her, however, and more as if trying to punch her off from beneath, like a pneumatic piston hammering upward at her from beneath.
COMBATSYS: Bullhead 666 successfully hit Aracely with Fury Swipes.
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Aracely 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Bullhead 666
Mess with the bull, and get... well, not the horns, exactly. But the bull does start to buck, and Aracely finds herself unable to hold for more than a couple of those full body, beef-powered motions. On the third crest, she flies up into the air, and not in a positive way - she was practically slammed upwards, right between the legs-- oh, what a low blow!
This isn't how spirit journeys are usually advertised, she thinks. Also: Did my pelvis break?
At least like this she knows what she can do. Maybe. She can't just land there in front of the bull; being up this way, on the animal's back, or in its back sort of area at least... this means she can't die. Right? So, with a tucking of her legs, she turns herself to try and land, thigh-backs first, onto the same spot of the neck she had been working earlier. Fair is fair, after all.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" she says as she descends. Maybe it'll answer??
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Bullhead 666 with Fall From Heaven.
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Aracely 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Bullhead 666
Despite the bucking, despite the kicking, despite the thrashing, it seems like the only thing that the spirit bull was able to do was throw Aracely up into the air, and let her land right on the same spot she had been riding on before. The world becomes a much more violent swirling haze, as if reacting to the violence surrounding her now. THe colors pulse, flashes and starbursts intermittently exploding around Aracely as she rides.
Thrashing even more when she lands powerfully and crashes against its neck, the bull bellows with a roar of anger, one that sounds nothing like any sort of bovine, no matter how large. Trying to thrash and eject her from its back, it kicks out its hind legs, and digs its horns into the ground, hoping the sudden brake and shift in momentum will allow inertia to take over and fling her straight off its back.
COMBATSYS: Bullhead 666 successfully hit Aracely with Quick Throw.
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Aracely 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Bullhead 666
Bullhead 666 falls asleep.
Bullhead 666 wakes up.
The world's getting weirder. Stranger. More stroboscoping, and now more aerial. Because the horrible bull has finally gotten past Aracely's great idea to lay on top of it and work its neck like a Japanese shoot wrestler. With a mighty buck, Aracely flies back, landing on...
Aracely decides finally that the Bull monster seems to be stable relative to her. That means she's landed. The ground feels weirdly like a mat beneath her feet as she pushes herself upwards, but oh, if only it were - if she had turnbuckles to work with this would be easier -
She breathes. Aracely makes herself breathe and stare down the bull. "OK, asshole," she says to herself: "If that's how it's gonna be."
COMBATSYS: Aracely gains composure.
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Aracely 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Bullhead 666
The ground may feel more like a mat than actual soil or earth, but that's because it rattles the way a ring canvas would, like it was drawn taut across empty space rather than solid ground. Possibly because the swirling world keeps shaking thanks to the pounding footfalls from the giantic bull that had tossed Aracely. Once it's stopped bucking, it runs the other way, away from her...but only for a short distance, quickly making a u-turn and facing her again.
Glowering, the gigantic spirit animal bows its head again, the gnarled horns rising from its massive head as it scratches the ground again....did the horns grow? They LOOK bigger. Or maybe the head became smaller...no, the horns look bigger for sure, and a different shape, flaring outward now...and then twisting into a helix shape as it scratches the ground again. The things seem to shift at the whim of its movements like an oscilliscope.
And it's just...there, waiting...stalking. As if goading Aracely to make a move first this time, as its pelt grows darker, and the eyes grow brighter again.
COMBATSYS: Bullhead 666 gains composure.
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Aracely 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Bullhead 666
The spiritual animal is growing. Bulking. Swelling. The horns are shifting. Aracely takes in a deep breath and lets it out as she spreads her legs slightly, shifts into a lower stance.
"OK, asshole," she says. "Let's go."
And then, this must be a true hallucination - for only in Soviet Russia do YOU charge the bull! Running forwards, Aracely feels the ground yield so subtly beneath her feet as she closes up towards the creature. How the hell am I going to do this? she thinks, before realizing she has no time to think about it.
If nothing else it can't get up a good head of steam this way, Aracely thinks as for a moment everything seems to go still.
She throws herself forwards. She may not have the upper body strength and muscle to give a Mas Oyama punch to the head of a bull. But perhaps a SUPERKICK will be enough!
COMBATSYS: Bullhead 666 blocks Aracely's Roundhouse Kick.
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Aracely 0/-------/-----<<|======-\-------\0 Bullhead 666
The bull continues to shift, clearly the product of some fever dream, but it's hard to tell how much is actually there. Just that SOMETHING real is tangible and tactile enough in that mass to hurt Aracely. And despite that, despite the the clear problem that this twisting mass of spiritual anger poses, she...charges it? Well, that's...one way.
HOwever, as powerful as the superkick that she snaps out is, it meets horn, just like a swordsman blocking a stroke, and the horn is clearly not brittle enough to snap despite the strength of that kick. Stalling her foot in mid-kick, the bull's eyes flash, and another bellowing cry. Then...
It pushes. It pushes, trying to shove her back. Then, more and more weight is put into it, trying to plow her over, and just out right stampede over her, roaring all the while.
COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Bullhead 666's Mighty Roar.
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Aracely 0/-------/----<<<|=====--\-------\0 Bullhead 666
Her leg does not stun the hell-bull. Instead, she presses back...
And finds herself skidding backwards as the bull shoves forwards. The first couple of times extend her leg, put a streak of pain in her hamstrings. By the time the third roaring dash forwards comes, she knows she can't withstand.
So she falls back! Landing on her back as the bull stampedes forwards, she is spared the goring force of its hooves even if she's not spared having those distinctively pleasant chunks of beef on the hoof ground over her. She tucks in her legs, leans forwards suddenly--
And throws herself at the inside of the bull's rear leg! The left-side one, to be precise.
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Bullhead 666 with Strong Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Aracely 0/-------/------<|=======\-------\1 Bullhead 666
Trying to stampede over Aracely, the bull was not expecting her to simply...fall back and try and slip underneath it. Oh, it wanted her underneath her, but under the assumption that it just stomped all over her. So when she slips beneath, it almost seems to snort quizzically.
Then the plowing tackle at the inside of its left rear leg. Roaring, it ends up pulled down, stumbling and braying in a way that makes it clear that she hurt it. As if the unnatural bend of its leg wasn't clue enough. But despite the buckling, it tries to pull itself up, shaking its head angrily as the horns seem to shift and twist like smoke, the same sort of smoky haze that continues to surround the fight.
Turning itself back around, another powerful snort escapes, this time bringing up what smells like brimstone. Starting to blow that acrid smoke out more and more, the leg that seemed twisted starts to straighten up. Then...its head bucks backward, another reverberating cry coming before it charges straight at Aracely. And the horns? They go from gnarled to straight as two silver arrows, aimed straight for her torso at full speed as it tries to straight up gore her.
COMBATSYS: Bullhead 666 successfully hit Aracely with Alpha's Rage.
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Aracely 0/-------/--<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Bullhead 666
"Come on, you fat piece of shit," Aracely murmurs to herself. How long has she been here? She doesn't remember clearly. Did she die? Is this Hell?
The brimstone stench from the snorting nostrils kind of suggests maybe it is. Then it's surging forwards with all its weight and - Shlick!
Well, if you mess with the bull, you get the horns. But Aracely also sees her opportunity even as she's skewered on the bull, and she thinks grimly if with a certain surreal fatalism, if this is where I die, let it be doing something grand. For the bull is pushing forwards, riding her upwards -
Aracely puts her hands on the horns.
She puts her feet on the ground.
And with a single surging singing motion of every single muscle group in her body, she hoists.
The goal is to raise the bull, momentarily, to a vertical position, ninety degrees from the ground and hanging in the air. This doesn't have to hold it long - just long enough to push forwards. Long enough for it to fall down. Perhaps it, too, can take the mother, father, and older sister of all neck bumps.
"Ffffffuck you!" Aracely says through the sweat and the pain and the ringing convulsions in her head. Does she drop dead afterwards? Honestly, she would be surprised at ANY result right now!
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Bullhead 666 with Bone Dropper.
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Aracely 0/-------/---<<<<|===----\-------\0 Bullhead 666
Whether the bull was satisfied at the goring or not, it's hard to tell. It doens't exactly smile, or cheer, or look happy for itself. It's a force of nature right now, trying to continue and run through Aracely even as the horns plunge into her.
What it wasn't expecting was her to find purchase enough to try and LIFT the thing. And while it can't show self-satisfaction, it CAN show surprise, a near honk as it's lifted up. The momentum might have helped once the wrestler planted herself enough, but it's still impressive enough when it's lifted and fully slammed down onto it's back, the impact reverberating around the world.
At first, it seems like the beast is finally felled. but finally, it stirs, trying to kick itself back up to its own feet. It struggles, and even when it gets upright, it doesn't seem to have the proper coordination to stand up again. But it's still close...and then it becomes even more unnatural, as it's mouth opens up wide and bellows, and shows....razor sharp teeth?! Definitely not a normal bull, definitely not, and not when it lunges at Aracely to chomp down on her like a last ditch attempt, the world turning blood red suddenly, from the sky to the soil.
COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Bullhead 666's Rending Bite.
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Aracely 0/-------/--<<<<<|====---\-------\0 Bullhead 666
Blood runs down Aracely's torso even as she raises her arms in triumph and also pain. Holy shit, she thinks, if I'm hallucinating this I sure hate to think what the real thing is like. Or maybe I'm going to die. Or -
The bull comes towards her as the world turns red. Aracely breathes out, or possibly breathes out through the holes in her lungs. She stares at the bull, feeling the world swim. As sweat or blood runs down her back, she steps forwards again, but this time it's to the side.
Her motion is quick and sure. A practiced maneuver. Familiar, perhaps devastating - an effort to loop her arm under the front leg of the bull, tug it up even just a little bit, and hip toss it to the side. Its side. And perhaps...
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Bullhead 666 with Moonset Toss.
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Aracely 0/-------/----<<<|======-\-------\0 Bullhead 666
The attempted chomp by the demonic bull snaps shut, but doesn't quite take the huge bite out of Aracely it was aiming for. It scratches on her, but nowhere near as bad as the gore wounds she has. But as it lunges forward, on those unsteady legs, her hooking motion and leveraging over manages to lift it up, and suddenly flip it over. A loud mooing sound comes out, and then....
As the supposed impact was supposed to come, the world goes black. The sound of thundering and the feeling of rumbling comes, like the feeling of a speeding train chugging down the track only 10 feet away..
Wait a second...that IS a train passing by. As the world comes back into focus again, it looks...normal. Normal as it might be coming to from what seems like a horrible episode of something. and as Aracely wakes, she'd feel like she nearly got run over by that same train. The wounds she has doesn't quite match up with the ordeal with her 'Spirit Animal', but then again, it's hard to tell how much of that was real or not.
"I see you've come to finally. It seems like you had quite the ordeal." That voice...that must be the guide, clearly there to watch over the wrestler as she finally came to.
Aracely feels the world come into focus. Slowly. Surely. The sky is blue. The train is going by - wait, a train!?
"What... was I fighting the train?" she says, looking down.
At all the blood in her chest. "What the hell happened to me? I -" She takes in a deep breath ad lets it out. So, she thinks, at least I didn't get gored through the lungs. That's good! And from there it's all up hill.
"What /was/ that stuff?" she asks the guide. "There was this... bull. It was awful!"
There's plenty of blood on Aracely's chest, but no puctured lungs thankfully. Plenty of cuts and bruises, but she's still alive, and that's good news. "Not quite, no. I am curious about what you saw to make you think that. But..." He then holds his hands out, before offering her a hand up to her feet. "That is your own revelation. That is for you to mull over instead. For now...I shall bring you back to the Pueblo so you can be patched up."
"Yeah... Yeah," Aracely says as she takes the hand and winces on her way up. "yeah, that's a good idea," she mutters.
"... Thank you," she says, "for letting me participate in uh - in the ceremony, I mean. I hope it went well, from your, uh... your perspective."
The guide doesn't chat too much more. Instead, he helps her off to the direction of the truck, the chugging old wagon visible in the distance on the road. WHatever takeaway Aracely had, it's clear that the guide is there just to be a guide, nothing more...
Some miles off from where Aracely was found, a camp, full of what looks like a cartel of some kind, is...left smoking, wiped out, one man sticking out of the ground as if spiked head first into the very ground, another upended and imprinted into the wall as if thrown into it at high speed. It's...hard to tell what happened here. As if a wild animal had just run through it and wiped it out all on its own....
COMBATSYS: Aracely has left the fight here.
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Log created on 20:15:03 06/27/2015 by Aracely, and last modified on 19:56:02 06/30/2015.