Delta
Certified Mind-Blower
A feeble cry of shock rang out in the stony corridor as a forked tongue ran it's slimy grotesquity along porcelain-fair skin, almost burning as it was spiked by the bitter chill of the Blizzard Peak Expanse. The alley was narrow and abandoned under normal circumstances, cut off from the public eye. In this instance, however, it had become a strip of cobblestone that seemed to kill off the snowflakes that drifted down into its contents, turning their pulchritudinous dancing descent into a morbid death sequence.
Impossibly-stretched fingers ran their gnarled and hide-like skin along the smooth skin, groping it's beauty as their presence held the adolescent in-place, watching the sanity deplete from her eyes like a fleeting sunset. The one closest to her had clicked for its brothers, signaling in their shrill alien-like language that a fresh catch was within their monstrous clutches.
A sharp sound, like the clicking sound one produces with their tongue and teeth, bounced down the stony walls and interrupted the baskful glee that the predatorial cloaked figures had begun to revel in. They turned around impossibly fast, gazing up at two silhouettes whose features were shadowed out by the sunlight of the main alleyway.
"Three in the front, two behind them, and one with the girl. Look about right to you, Rynn?"
The smaller of the companions, presumably female, scoffed.
"It looks anything but right," the scrunching of leather and wrought-iron echoed down the hallway as the shorter figure flexed her fingers. "It looks dead wrong."
"Yeah, I can't really argue with you on that one. Looks like we're gonna have to pummel them, huh?"
The taller one sounded completely confident in his blatant threats towards the hooded ones, discussing their fate as if they were insignificant meatbugs. The hunched figures turned their attention from the shaken girl and now gazed up towards the figures, who had grins on their hood-shadowed faces. These smiles were deformed into shocked grimaces as a guttural mixture of frantic wailing and sobbing cried out from the back of the alley.
"T-They aren't human!" it was reduced to wounded whimpering. "They have no faces... Please..."
The hooded ones, their presence now notified in entirety to the cloaked strangers, lunged themselves forward, tattered hoods flying back as they raced down the alley. The girl was right- their faces were something beyond this world. Deformed and mutilated, their heads were bald and impossibly-blue due to frostbite. Their mouths stretched back almost to their necks, and aligned with an arsenal of black dagger-like teeth and shards of glasses. Their nostrils were elongated slits dug into their faces, as if they were carved by a demented child. All in all, these monstrosities had no business outside of the nightmares of the disturbed and mentally-plagued.
"Rynn!"
At once, the alley was filled with a sharp cracking sound and the immediate smell of brimstone and gunsmoke stung the sensitive smell of the monsters as billowing smoke poured down the alley. Alden Lochbuster ran up the left hand wall and Rynn Brauchvich leapt up the right.
The two, childhood best friends, soared high above the alley, time seeming to slow down as they grinned at each other. They both had always been victims to the pleasure of battle. Passing each other with the beautiful choreography of an acrobatic performance, the two shot down into the smoke like twin bolts of lightning.
The gauntlets of Rynn brought their balled-fists of tough metal down onto the tender skulls of two Shriekers occupying the front row. Being the belligerent bone-crushing face-concaving individual that she was, Rynn and her companion had silently agreed that she would take care of the beasties farthest from the frightened captive.
Alden had unsheathed two longswords from their holsters at his hips before plummeting into the smoke below, which had met down the median of the one who had clutched the girl in its monstrous clutches, cleaving the savage entity in two with the ease of warm butter.
"Uh, make sure you close your eyes!" Alden called out to the cowering figure, not wanting her to bear witness to the carnage of her captors. He extended the sword in his right hand forward, catching the jugular of an airbound Shrieker. "Y'know, because of the smoke."
When the smoke had cleared out, dispatched by a sudden breeze of arctic wind, the two fighters bore witness to walls and puddles of inky black substance, painted like a mad tapestry. The girl was right- they weren't human.
Alden knelt down and extended a crimson-gloved hand (the palms being one of the few parts of Alden's lean body that was caked in the styxian liquid of the Shriekers. He was grinning, black blood smudged on his cheek as if he had gotten into a very intense painting fight with Rynn. The girl, whimpering, apprehensively took her smaller hand into his, and Alden stood, slowly bringing the girl to her quivering feet. The boy in red did not let go of her tender hand.
"Y'wanna tell me what a pretty little thing like you is doing in a sticky situation like this?" Alden chuckled warmly, partially to liven the spirits of the victim, but also at his morbidly witty pun.
It was about this time that another hunching cloaked figure, slightly larger than the previous batch, shot down from the sky and grabbed the girl, leaping up towards the back wall of the alley and running up its stony surface impossibly-quick. Alden did not hesitate in grabbing the hand of his companion and lunging forward in pursuit of the captive.
They too leapt up the wall and spotted the darting shadow as it raced across the tiled rooftops of resident buildings. Where ever it stepped, other hunched figures came crawling up to block the path of the fighters. This day was just too bizarre and coordinated.
Alden turned and clutched the slim and fit shoulders of his bestfriend, frantic madness dancing in the hazel pools of his eyes.
"Rynn, do you think we could pull off a Brauchbuster Catapult? Its the only way we can catch up to that girl!"
@EliCarter
Impossibly-stretched fingers ran their gnarled and hide-like skin along the smooth skin, groping it's beauty as their presence held the adolescent in-place, watching the sanity deplete from her eyes like a fleeting sunset. The one closest to her had clicked for its brothers, signaling in their shrill alien-like language that a fresh catch was within their monstrous clutches.
A sharp sound, like the clicking sound one produces with their tongue and teeth, bounced down the stony walls and interrupted the baskful glee that the predatorial cloaked figures had begun to revel in. They turned around impossibly fast, gazing up at two silhouettes whose features were shadowed out by the sunlight of the main alleyway.
"Three in the front, two behind them, and one with the girl. Look about right to you, Rynn?"
The smaller of the companions, presumably female, scoffed.
"It looks anything but right," the scrunching of leather and wrought-iron echoed down the hallway as the shorter figure flexed her fingers. "It looks dead wrong."
"Yeah, I can't really argue with you on that one. Looks like we're gonna have to pummel them, huh?"
The taller one sounded completely confident in his blatant threats towards the hooded ones, discussing their fate as if they were insignificant meatbugs. The hunched figures turned their attention from the shaken girl and now gazed up towards the figures, who had grins on their hood-shadowed faces. These smiles were deformed into shocked grimaces as a guttural mixture of frantic wailing and sobbing cried out from the back of the alley.
"T-They aren't human!" it was reduced to wounded whimpering. "They have no faces... Please..."
The hooded ones, their presence now notified in entirety to the cloaked strangers, lunged themselves forward, tattered hoods flying back as they raced down the alley. The girl was right- their faces were something beyond this world. Deformed and mutilated, their heads were bald and impossibly-blue due to frostbite. Their mouths stretched back almost to their necks, and aligned with an arsenal of black dagger-like teeth and shards of glasses. Their nostrils were elongated slits dug into their faces, as if they were carved by a demented child. All in all, these monstrosities had no business outside of the nightmares of the disturbed and mentally-plagued.
"Rynn!"
At once, the alley was filled with a sharp cracking sound and the immediate smell of brimstone and gunsmoke stung the sensitive smell of the monsters as billowing smoke poured down the alley. Alden Lochbuster ran up the left hand wall and Rynn Brauchvich leapt up the right.
The two, childhood best friends, soared high above the alley, time seeming to slow down as they grinned at each other. They both had always been victims to the pleasure of battle. Passing each other with the beautiful choreography of an acrobatic performance, the two shot down into the smoke like twin bolts of lightning.
The gauntlets of Rynn brought their balled-fists of tough metal down onto the tender skulls of two Shriekers occupying the front row. Being the belligerent bone-crushing face-concaving individual that she was, Rynn and her companion had silently agreed that she would take care of the beasties farthest from the frightened captive.
Alden had unsheathed two longswords from their holsters at his hips before plummeting into the smoke below, which had met down the median of the one who had clutched the girl in its monstrous clutches, cleaving the savage entity in two with the ease of warm butter.
"Uh, make sure you close your eyes!" Alden called out to the cowering figure, not wanting her to bear witness to the carnage of her captors. He extended the sword in his right hand forward, catching the jugular of an airbound Shrieker. "Y'know, because of the smoke."
When the smoke had cleared out, dispatched by a sudden breeze of arctic wind, the two fighters bore witness to walls and puddles of inky black substance, painted like a mad tapestry. The girl was right- they weren't human.
Alden knelt down and extended a crimson-gloved hand (the palms being one of the few parts of Alden's lean body that was caked in the styxian liquid of the Shriekers. He was grinning, black blood smudged on his cheek as if he had gotten into a very intense painting fight with Rynn. The girl, whimpering, apprehensively took her smaller hand into his, and Alden stood, slowly bringing the girl to her quivering feet. The boy in red did not let go of her tender hand.
"Y'wanna tell me what a pretty little thing like you is doing in a sticky situation like this?" Alden chuckled warmly, partially to liven the spirits of the victim, but also at his morbidly witty pun.
It was about this time that another hunching cloaked figure, slightly larger than the previous batch, shot down from the sky and grabbed the girl, leaping up towards the back wall of the alley and running up its stony surface impossibly-quick. Alden did not hesitate in grabbing the hand of his companion and lunging forward in pursuit of the captive.
They too leapt up the wall and spotted the darting shadow as it raced across the tiled rooftops of resident buildings. Where ever it stepped, other hunched figures came crawling up to block the path of the fighters. This day was just too bizarre and coordinated.
Alden turned and clutched the slim and fit shoulders of his bestfriend, frantic madness dancing in the hazel pools of his eyes.
"Rynn, do you think we could pull off a Brauchbuster Catapult? Its the only way we can catch up to that girl!"
@EliCarter
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