Lady Insanity
I live for the chaos, yet I'd die for peace.
Life had a strange way of handling things. Or throwing things. Handing things by throwing things? Trouble always seemed to find its way to Inezia. And an added layer of strength always accompanied the bad guys. Right when you think they're the baseline of power they had always been they amp it up out of the blue. The Generals attacks hurt worse. The blade, the punch. Both tomboy and soldier felt the metaphorical heat. Though actual heat to reside where they had been hit, getting struck like that is bound to leave some tenderness. The velocity of the attacks came from Volmour's inner hatred and programming of combat. Like after so many losses on the Armada's front he had just had it up to here. "Not just super drive. Super batshit crazy," Jane commented on the Generals' new found resolve with this field commander. What are they on, evil steroids? Or just the feeling of a win for once getting to them so they're hyped?
"You will speak when spoken to," Volmour said to Jane and kicked her while she was down. Calvin rushed in to help her and pried the general away, only to get slashed with the blade hard across his chest. "Calvin!" Jane called for him. "Okay, bolt brain, I'm gonna shove your sword right up your exhaust pipe!" She threatened, which wasn't even a metaphor, really. He is a robot, after all. Might as well be an exhaust pipe!
Volmour only laughed in response. Like Actera he was sure they would lose, here. The two got up together and decided to rush him to get to their friends. Wrong. Volmour blocked their path again. Always showing up where he wasn't wanted and poking in the Rangers' sides. Of the two generals he was definitely the one they had fought more. And the one they all wanted to probably beat up some more...granted the virus may have something to do there. As the Rangers came closer he quickly dashed around them and struck their backs, both of them yelping and falling to their knees at just the right time. Desomax shot out at all of them, hitting their chests just as their knees hit the ground. Calvin cried out and fell over to the side, clutching at his chest as smoke rose up.
Jane grunted and made an aggravated noise. She had propped herself up on one arm so she didn't fall over completely, looking out at the others when the unthinkable went down.
Desomax...just fucking stabbed Wilson. And Smith. Okay, even with the grounds of Wilson being a treason-er and Smith being a grump this was in no way okay. Jane let out a quiet ear-piercing scream. By that, she had tried to scream but nothign came out. Just a whistling sound...her throat strained like a dog whistle. She reached her hand forward like she could reach and grab them from the attack and only caused herself to fall forward. Jane got up and wanted to run over and blow this motherfucker up to all hell. But she found herself holding into a car for balance. She could not move. "....you bastard!" Jane managed to cry out.
No...no no no...no.... Calvin thought to himself. He had seen people die before but never like this. So violent...so.... Wait no, they were not dead. Just hurt. Not dead, right? Dr. Wilson would not die like this. Neither would Colonel Smith, he wouldn't be so easily killed. They had to be alright, they had to be. Calvin just stared in shock at them and the others, denial and fear running the course of his mind like blood through his body. Volmour amusingly crossed his arms and sheathed his weapon. So this is what winning feels like against the Rangers? Such a sweet taste it was.
"You will speak when spoken to," Volmour said to Jane and kicked her while she was down. Calvin rushed in to help her and pried the general away, only to get slashed with the blade hard across his chest. "Calvin!" Jane called for him. "Okay, bolt brain, I'm gonna shove your sword right up your exhaust pipe!" She threatened, which wasn't even a metaphor, really. He is a robot, after all. Might as well be an exhaust pipe!
Volmour only laughed in response. Like Actera he was sure they would lose, here. The two got up together and decided to rush him to get to their friends. Wrong. Volmour blocked their path again. Always showing up where he wasn't wanted and poking in the Rangers' sides. Of the two generals he was definitely the one they had fought more. And the one they all wanted to probably beat up some more...granted the virus may have something to do there. As the Rangers came closer he quickly dashed around them and struck their backs, both of them yelping and falling to their knees at just the right time. Desomax shot out at all of them, hitting their chests just as their knees hit the ground. Calvin cried out and fell over to the side, clutching at his chest as smoke rose up.
Jane grunted and made an aggravated noise. She had propped herself up on one arm so she didn't fall over completely, looking out at the others when the unthinkable went down.
Desomax...just fucking stabbed Wilson. And Smith. Okay, even with the grounds of Wilson being a treason-er and Smith being a grump this was in no way okay. Jane let out a quiet ear-piercing scream. By that, she had tried to scream but nothign came out. Just a whistling sound...her throat strained like a dog whistle. She reached her hand forward like she could reach and grab them from the attack and only caused herself to fall forward. Jane got up and wanted to run over and blow this motherfucker up to all hell. But she found herself holding into a car for balance. She could not move. "....you bastard!" Jane managed to cry out.
No...no no no...no.... Calvin thought to himself. He had seen people die before but never like this. So violent...so.... Wait no, they were not dead. Just hurt. Not dead, right? Dr. Wilson would not die like this. Neither would Colonel Smith, he wouldn't be so easily killed. They had to be alright, they had to be. Calvin just stared in shock at them and the others, denial and fear running the course of his mind like blood through his body. Volmour amusingly crossed his arms and sheathed his weapon. So this is what winning feels like against the Rangers? Such a sweet taste it was.