Mortal Kombat - MK Round 2: Zach Glenn vs Kitana

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Description: Zach Glenn and Kitana test the strength of their ideals and their bodies in Mortal Kombat. Only one will rise victorious.

The Outworld princess spins and whirls through her kata. Aggressive thrusts and fierce stabs with elaborate and potentially gruesome twists with those closed daggers, it all becomes a graceful and beautiful dance with the fans flicked open and retracing her steps in the opposing direction of complete the circle.

A Baguazhang practitioner she moves in circles, through the rain of droplets falling from the stalactites above. She alternates between spearing at and catching individual drops to opening the fan to gather and carry a small amount of water without spilling. She felt her form was fine, the injuries which had plagued her recovery these last few days were for the most part gone. Her back and elbow felt they were much too tight, the rejuvenated tendons and muscles did not like to stretch and move easily or freely so soon into her recovery.

A minute handicap she could adapt to since she was aware the flaw existed.

Standing in the seeping rains of droplets she allows them to wash over her, palms upward yet still armed by Earthrealm standards she all but appears to be wearing a one-piece swimsuit with gloves and boots, a mask covering her face. A beautiful woman in her prime, no real indicator she was the Outworld Emperors daughter and thousands of years old.

The demonic faces carved into the walls didn't bother her, it was more of bitter pill that she had no seen the sun or been above ground since her defeat. Bound down here recovering with the sorcerer's physicians and lackeys and whatsoever was left of the dead who remained here.

The underground caverns below the sorcerers palace were no place of comfort for even the Outworld competitors. She did quite like and was growing attached to the distant roar of some river carrying through the caverns to her ears. It was a different kind of tranquil down here, more of the grave than anything carefully scripted or sculpted. Many had come here over the years and died or been disposed of in such places.

The sound of footsteps as her opponent was making arrival had been making their way to her for some time, sound carried down here.

Now she would win her right to return to the surface a winner or likely join the dead here in appreciating this place for an eternity.

Or maybe neither of those.

Zach Glenn does not intend to lose. Nor does he plan to kill his opponent if given a choice in the matter. The monster hunter makes his way towards the designated arena, the footsteps and a light metallic clinking sound that occurs in rhythm with the footsteps announcing his arrival.

He stops short, regarding Kitana's stance and weaponry for a moment. The former Marine still carries the cutlass at his side, the paired knives, and a pair of Colt 1911s. But for this fight, he pulls a pair of what appear to be plated gloves out of cargo pockets on his fatigue pants. He slips one on, then the other, the metal plates along the striking surfaces glimmering faintly in the torchlight.

If the surroundings bother the man (spoiler alert: he finds them more than a little creepy), he does not betray it in his bearings. His own face is a mask of non-emotion, mental walls up in full force even as the souls contained in the soul shard affixed to the slave shackle around his right wrist clamor for attention with unasked for advice and unheeded promises of power...

...if he would only slay his opponents. That, obviously, was not a consideration for Zach.

Zach bows once to the woman by way of greeting before sliding into a ready stance. He seems willing to allow Kitana the first move but it is fairly obvious that he is watching how the woman moves, how she choses to fight. "I am ready," he says evenly.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn has started a fight here.

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Zach Glenn       0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn equips a glowing Sandy Yellow Soul Shard.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn focuses on his next action.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Kitana has joined the fight here.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Kitana

COMBATSYS: Kitana equips a warm Lemon Yellow Soul Shard.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0       [E] Kitana

Kitana regards the earthrealmer curiously as she sizes him up. In height they were similar, she having a slight edge that was probably down to the raised stiletto heels on those boots. He was packing more weight in muscle however and the look in his face was bleak, unreadable. The arsenal of weaponry gets more than a cursory glance through when he opts for the metal backed gloves she regards it as an interesting choice over the sword. The other weapons she did not recognize but since there was two they were likely used as a pair.

But this style, another hand to hand martial artist? Like the last. But this one carried enough and a variety of weapons to make either one of the emperors daughters take interest.

Which had he mastered? Which were fallbacks and how could she exploit the weakness in each. First, with the gloves?

"Then we shall fight. It is a pleasure to fight one who is serious about this."

She was beginning to lose a little hope that there was anyone of the opposing faction would take this tournament as seriously as they should. Here was a slightly unnerving opponent who at least assumedly was doing so.

Her return bow is shallow as befits her station and she presents no opportunity to attack her during it. Once fooled by her last opponent in a moment of seeming weakness, never again.

The fan's come back to life with a snap and flutter like wings before she tosses one with a winding swing of her arm and flick of the wrist, finishing while leaning low such that when she rises she can impart that much more power into the arm curling up to throw the second fan.

The jangle of a small bell ringing somewhere nearby and it being completely out of place in these bleak caverns.

COMBATSYS: Kitana channels the veins of the burning blood.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0       [E] Kitana

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn blocks Kitana's Power Intrusion.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0       [E] Kitana

"Anyone not taking this seriously is either arrogant or stupid," Zach says calmly. "There is far too much on the line for either side."

And then Zach is pressing forward, his hands up in front of him as he rushes in. His right arm snaps forward, deflecting the fan off of the shackle with surprising ease even as he drops his left hand to strike the second fan away. Sparks are sent flying at both points of contact, causing Zach to squint a little to avoid sparks in the eyes. Something warns him not to consider the woman disarmed completely, although he could not place why.

The former Marine lowers his shoulders, reaching for the back of Kitana's thighs in an attempt to take her to the ground before doing some classic ground-and-pound!

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hits Kitana with Rough and Tumble.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0       [E] Kitana

Lifted off her feet the princess stares at him bewildered and with a slowly dawning and growing fury. The fact he dare lay hands on her and throw her to the ground, let alone the fact he was climbing atop her. These earth creatures were all brutes!! The fists swinging down striking her face, chest and collar. All slipping past the arms thrown up in front hoping to ward the blows off, she has to endure the assault for a few brief seconds.

When she does escape it's not through conventional means so much as dissipating I n a cloud of violet sparkles which are blown away by the impact of his last strike.

Her reappearance is already in mid swing with a grab at the back of his collar and hard turn to swing him back up to his feet. and into a staggering run as she recalls the two fans to her hands she stands with a single fan pointed at him like a general marshalling troops.

"INSOLENT DOG! You dare to lay hands on royalty or women so!?"

She was horrified and livid at such treatment. Punishment in the extreme was warranted! This time the teleport and strike is to his back with both fans, raking downwards across his back as though she intended to flay the skin right off him as suitable punishment.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn fails to interrupt Magnificent from Kitana with Soaring Dragon EX.
- Power fail! -

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1       [E] Kitana

Zach is surprised when Kitana just... evaporates from underneath him. He attempts to throw himself into a forward roll when Kitana... helps him to his feet. He spins to face her. He stares coolly at Kitana when she expresses her outrage at the situation.

"This is a fight," he says. "Maybe to the death. That's what Kombat /is/, right? Station and gender do not mean a thing in the arena. Just strength, and will."

Kitana disappears, and Zach is already turning to face her when she reappears. He's not fast enough, and the fans tear into his back, skittering across his shoulder blade, causing a spray of blood to erupt from the paired wounds. The web harness Zach is wearing shifts as one of the shoulder straps is cut. Zach staggers away, dripping blood from wounds that are already starting to close themselves up. It's slow, but it is happening.

Kitana stalks around Zach beginning a circling that gets no closer or further away. The blood spilled was a small victory, it was vengeance... first blood was still his however. The taste of it spread throughout her mouth. The burn and sting in her lip while outwardly the corner and neck of her cerulean mask was turning black with blood.

Despicable man

"You are correct. That strength and will do matter. Everything you are and have ever been however may be forfeit as the price for entry."

Kitana stops and reverses direction abruptly, twisting her upper torso around and walking the other way so fluidly it's obviously integral to whatever art she practices.

"In my opinion, it has or will never mattered more in your life. Without them we are merely fighting to die or not die, without your Principles, family, station and burdens? Your victory would be as bleak and empty as a complete defeat."

If she were just fighting a mannequin made of meat who was going to empty himself of his driving influences and not hold himself to some standards or principles greater than himself... There was no way she would lose to that.

No way ever.

her step in closes some of the distance between the two of them, but it's the fall into the crouching sweep at his heels that extended the remaining distance.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn blocks Kitana's Sweep.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1       [E] Kitana

"I spoke imprecisely," Zach amends. "Rank may have been a more correct term, or maybe title. Prince or pauper, general or initiate? Once you're in the ring, it doesn't matter. We're here, fighting for a purpose. I do not know what you are here to fight for, but it has also been my duty to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves."

Zach is already moving again, swinging his leading leg with Kitana's sweeping movement to reduce the impact, so instead of dropping to the ground he's only blocking out pain. He brings his foot down hard, shifting his stance slightly to lower his center of gravity. The yellow gem on Zach's right wrist flares with amber light.

"My name is Zach Glenn," he says as that amber energy slithers across his shoulders, sliding down his left arm. Celtic knotwork traces along the metal plates lining Zach's knuckles in what appears to be pure sunlight as the fist takes a low but still horizontal path aimed at Kitana's head. "I am the shield that protects humanity," he roars as violet energy sweeps upward across his body, ruffling his hair as if in a constant updraft. As the wave of energy tossles the hair, its color shifts from a reddish blonde to a bright violet. "I am the sword against the darkness!"

Should the punch connect, the psychic energy pent up in that fist is released with explosive force!

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn channels the strength of the killing fist.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1       [E] Kitana

COMBATSYS: Kitana fails to reflect Explosive Strike from Zach Glenn with Finding Truth.

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

What was this, some modicum of pride being displayed?

She could respect him having that even if he was wrong. On her shoulders was the weight of an empire, every single thing mattered. Every moment of every day was life and death, in and out of the ring. But his reasoning, tasted so similar to hers.

The fact he did not fall when her foot collided with heel and he shifted did not deter her, she remained undaunted and fearless in his face, the punch winding un she too began to coil up.

Gusting wind beginning to build around her as she builds into the whipping up herself into a tornado like vortex of energy to hurl him away and assert her strength. The whirlwind shatters and explodes outwards as the slim and feminine form of the princess smashes into the far wall, a rain of water falls from the stalactites above, head reeling back and torso srelling backwards she strikes the wall and she immediately slumps forward. An arm falling across one of the menacing and twisted faces embedded in the wall it's enough to keep her up, on her feet.

"Ahuk - huaaagh, Don't!... -n't make me laugh."

Her chest heaves as she both seems to laugh and be pained for it in a manner that suggests she doesn't wish to. Closing her hand and taking hold of a mournful looking face with her other arm she levers herself back to her feet and begins to walk back to the fight.

"I never heard such foolishness, and to hear it from a mortal whose world stands on the brink disaster. Wiping themselves out, with weapons that will scorch the land and render it unusable for generations; Using weapons which will kill every man woman and child exposed with sickness and burns."

she reaches up top curls a gloved finger into her mask and peel it down until it meets and scrunches around her throat.

'Mongrel!! ...accept what you are fighting for and give me no speeches of good or righteousness of your people! I have walked among them and seen. Your people glorify their criminals and tyrants, your laws favour the corrupt."

Outworld had none of these things. It was strength, violence and there was death, but they were not darkness. She was not and her family and law were not.

That violet energy still roils and rages around Zach even as he regains a more ready stance. A small trickle of blood leaks from one nostril; Zach is burning himself out from the inside to maintain this level of power. He takes a ragged breath. He needs to finish this quickly, before the toll becomes too great.

"That," he rasps, "That may be. But if you walked among us as you claim, then you've also seen our willingness to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good. You've seen people strive to become better than what they are. To make things better for those around them, regardless of what it might cost themselves."

Golden energy crackles around Zach, joining the violet turbulence. The soul shard, guided by the spirits of those who also fought for Earthrealm, erupts with golden light as the psion holds both hands out at shoulder level as if to grasp at something just outside their reach. At Zach's left hand, a construct of vibrant amethyst light rips into existence in the form of a wakazashi. At Zach's right an amber light slides into existence forming a claymore, the true form of Drynwyn, the ancient sword of Clan Glenn.

"We're worth fighting for," he says, "And I will do so with every breath in my body."

And then Zach is in close, slashing furiously with both blades in a relentless assault, granting Kitana no quarter. If strength and will were the only things about humanity she might respect, then Zach Glenn shall show those quantities by burning like the sun.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn channels the veins of the burning blood.

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Zach Glenn [E]   2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn channels the glare of the vicious eye.

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Zach Glenn [E]   2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

COMBATSYS: Kitana channels the spread of the lightning nerves.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/------<|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

COMBATSYS: Kitana dodges Zach Glenn's #Claíomh Solias+#.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/------<|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

She saw qualities, but none that were 'Good.' Or worth retaining.

The realm of Edenia, her home was a paradise compared to the earth. Grandasters practiced their crafts for many thousands of years and the study or refined talents like art, magic and music as well as martial arts for their grace, beauty and strength of spirit they promoted.


"The Children Starving."

A swing and a miss with that Great Sword, she's backing away ahead of his advance, unable to meet the ferocity of the assault she just keeps ebbing away at a speed to match.

"Law keepers dying"

With every blow she's just a hair's breadth ahead of that blade of light bobbing and weaving like the two were playing out some choreographed dance.

"Vulgarity! and emptiness of spirit."

*She weaves her way aside, steeping around an back from a horizontal slash.

"I SAW the hoplessness!!"

Thsi whole time as she moves a bell contantly jingles with each movment, it's there. An ornamental metal looking yellow bell tied into her dark hair. It sways and jingles as she does but the fact it was glowing is in indicator of just what it really was.

She'd seen it all on their television box. Reports of the state of their world, her walks and study of the all the lifeforms trapped in the 'Metropolis' that was Metro City. The hotter he burned in this righteous indignation, the colder she did. A cold fury slowly evening out as it become numbing, recalling all those horrendous sights and information. Her stomach rolled at the mere thought of that all, the frost creeping out into her voice as it damped down her emotions and was serving only to bring out her worst traits.

Kitana could be cruel and passionless if a task required it of her.

"Then please die for an end to your diseased world."

The step in and adept roll sideways around to behind Zach happen at the same time she steals her hands around his waist and links them together. She would lift and throw the man into the ground behind her as she begins to attack once again.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn dodges Kitana's Back Throw.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/------<|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

Zach wobbles dangerously as both swords vanish into the ether. The gambit had singularly failed. The psion looks ragged and drawn as the power of his soul burns too hotly for his body to contain, let alone handle.

Kitana is still focused on all of the negativity, all the darkness that lingered in the soul of mankind. He could not deny that it existed; he had spent the entirety of his adult life standing against it. She comes in for the throw, and it is all Zach can do to launch himself to one side to get out of the way of her grab. He rolls, and bounces, before scrambling to his feet. He had intended to end the fight right then and there, and it had cost him.

He stares at the woman, taking in her rage as he tries to regain his breath. She's not entirely evil herself; Zach can tell from what she was outraged about. "Your world," he rasps before turning his head to one side to spit out a glob of blood and saliva, "Your /people/ are trying to plunge mine into a chaos and despair that will beggar the imagination. Your sorceror and his minions will visit death and destruction upon innocent people who cannot even understand what is happening here, let alone stand against."

Zach's own emotions are too amped up, but he suddenly has one thing going for him: the voices from the soul shard at his wrist have gone silent. It allows him to reach for that place of stillness and peace that exists in every soul, human or otherwise, to root himself in this moment.

"I cannot change your path with my words," Zach says evenly. The rage, the righteous indigation is gone from his voice. There only remains the bedrock and steel of his will and his faith. "Because I cannot deny the things you have seen. But my path, my purpose, still remains. To ensure that humanity has a chance to improve, to get better. Please do not do me the disservice of trying to sway me from that path.

The amethyst energies raging around Zach die down, his hair falls as the winds of his spirit fall silent as the violet drains out of it.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn enters a trance-like state.

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Zach Glenn [E]   0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1       [E] Kitana

A transitional period would be unavoidable. The weak would suffer under a change of regime as they always did, as they did now! In time they would become citizens however and they would have an empire. All were accountable to the emperor in equal measure. Even his beloved family and prized daughters.

As he bounds away she takes the time to straighten, thwarted once again and seemingly absorbing his words despite the cold glint in her eyes. As she was and felt she was sifting through the information for barbs to prick at and weaken his resolve.

Up until he makes so gentle a request of her.

He acknowledged there were those things that she had seen, accepted her feelings on the matter and asked for his own to be respected. Foolishness!! she knew he was wrong and his world diseased and cruel.

Having the right to die fighting for your beliefs however? Her head gently inclines in a bow of acknowledgement. Manners woven intricately into her core, she would speak no more to this man of these things. Their respective ideologues and goals clashed; This entire glorious tournament was founded to foster and mediate this collision of cultures so that victory went to the strongest. Those best suited to create a rock solid foundation for a future to be built on.

There was no need exchange more words.

Living or dying was all that was left to do.

She winds up for the upcoming fan toss with a real finality of purpose that's positively grim, come home with your shield (and your honour intact) or on it. The fan coils up in front of her face, once again obscuring the lower half of her face before she whips around into the graceful todss, turning such a delicate instrument into a whirling and chewing blade that screams through the air at her opponent.

COMBATSYS: Kitana successfully hits Zach Glenn with Regal Assault.
- Power hit! -

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/-------/=======|=======\=======\1       [E] Kitana

Zach's eyes narrow as Kitana accepts his request. She answers with steel. Stand and fight. Or die.

Challenge accepted.

Zach charges, not even /trying/ to get out of the way of the incoming fan, which carves a swath of pain and blood across Zach's collarbone. More blood sprays from the young man's body even as his hands drop to weapons. The right hand reaches for the cutlass at his hip as the left hand rips a Colt 1911 pistol free from its holster.

Zach drives his shoulder into Kitana's midsection to knock her to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hits Kitana with Armed Combo.

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2       [E] Kitana

After knocking the woman to the ground, Zach pulls the sword free of its sheath and drives the sharp end of the blade at Kitana's liver. Even as he does so, Zach aims the pistol at her shoulder and pulls the trigger twice in an attempt to destroy the ball joint.

Knocked flat the princess lands hard enough to feel and hear just how winded she is. Air audible hisses out of her lungs with the blow, agonizing to her already still stiff back. Fresh memories linger of the last blows to her back and spine. When she forces her eyes open she can see the sword being drawn, the other weapon also being pulled from his belt.

In desperate hurry Kitana pulls her own spare blade out of her bodice and flicks both fans open like a barrier between herself and the attacks to follow. The slug buries itself in her shoulder prompting a wince, a tough girl. But it's only the first of the bullets, the sword likewise the second slug glances off what appears to be ornate but solid steel. She'd turned the blade away to slash a nasty flesh wound but nothing vital.

This was good, he was likewise prepared to die!

The horribly wounded woman vanishes in a cloud of violet sparkles once again, but it doesn't disperse like it usually had. Rather it shifts in form since the destination is as close as the point she was departing. The mass of sparkles grows as she goes from a prone state with sword impaled in her side to crouching and tucked in right at his feet.

The princess exploding upwards with an uppercut that'd send him sailing into the air.

COMBATSYS: Kitana successfully hits Zach Glenn with Disrespect.

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Zach Glenn [E]   1/----===/=======|>>>>---\-------\0       [E] Kitana

Zach tries to twist away; he knows what is coming the second he spots her in low. It's no good. The injuries, plus the extra strain he placed on his body during the fight, have slowed him enough to allow Kitana's uppercut to strike true.

Zach's legs start to fail. His ability to keep his stance is starting to crumble under the abuse he has subjected himself to.

But there one last thing he can do. His right hand drops to his side, as if reaching for something. A claymore, not energy, but a physical blade made of steel, slips into reality in that waiting grip. Zach answers Kitana's uppercut with one of his own, swinging the ancestral blade in a sharp diagonal that will (hopefully) exact a demanding price of Kitana before sending Zach to his fate.

COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hits Kitana with Raging Dragon.

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The cut strikes true.

Gouts of red and royal blood fly between the two fighters. The blade cleaves clean and from shoulder to hip it slashes and tears at vital organs, the gash left behind is wide and through which lifeblood easily spills to fall at her feet.

How firm is your resolve my daughter? Your Loyalty.

Firm enough to hold herself together long enough to claim this victory. She could prove that. As Zach begins to slump she struggles to firm her footing, the ground was slick and her power waning. Bringing an arm up inside his reach she plunges a razor sharp fan edge into the side of his wrist and with a flick of her wrist he is disarmed. Both hands sailing away like pressurized rockets now separated from his respective forearms.

Lunging onto him such as he had earlier to her, with the last of the strength in her legs she pushes him to the ground and straddles him, raising both fans overhead like a guillotine she stares down for no longer than it takes to gather the strength she needs out of this ruined body.

Our ways are better, we're stronger. We would build the brighter future he had wanted.

The descending motion and grisly thunk ringing out as metal strikes stone. Both the twin open fanblades embedded in his face, one at forehead level, the other at jaw she carves his head into three neat segments. It was finally over.

Drawing the blades aside she lets allows the now still face to roll aside and the open brain case topple a different way. With it done, she falls off the corpse and plunges into near darkness as she lays beside him.

Her wounds were grievous, once again. If her sister could see her now she would have been delighted.

A victory seldom tasted so very bitter as this one. She cannot allow sitting idle or a tasteless victory to stall her. She has to draw and then pick herself back up just to avoid staring at lifeless eyes which had burned so passionately just moments before. That and the immediate medical attention that would prevent her following him into whatever world waited for them after this one.

Log created on 14:06:26 09/30/2016 by Zach Glenn, and last modified on 00:26:41 10/04/2016.