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A Rampage's Slave
Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:04 pm
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“ So much senseless fighting, so much needless destruction. eh..”
Animum couldn’t help but say those words, the west district was covered in craters. Dust, and rubble from the escaped prisoners who had passed through. Proud flags, and lost belongs strewn about like garbage, belongings that had memories, had some sentimental value to someone out there. Khalaism’s traces all but destroyed by the enthralling mob which had passed through the streets, over rivers, across bridges. Leaving nothing but destruction behind in their untimely wake. There was no opposition , if there was at least, there was no remnants of it left. So much needless fighting, was there really no one , not a single soul that was going to speak out against this mess? In the light of a evening’s red hued sun it was hard to say that any single being had shown the tenacity or the courage to stick up for themselves, to make things how they should be. It was nothing but smoke and ruin, as she descended from the sky.
Was this really all there was to wars? Did people really only destroy? Or was there some secondary purpose. Something hidden behind the ashes and the patterns of sprayed blood caked against walls and doors, or on childrens clothes. “So.. hows the temple looking at least, is it in tact? ..Its horrible the very air is saturated with the stench of burning flesh and the smell of the dead, or the dying. “ Animum thought before her toes touched down against the ground with the sound of glass breaking under her bare feet. Walking into the ruined streets, looking around , her eyes glancing from side to side. It was hard to think that this place once was a part of khalaism in the shabby state it now had been put into. She then had shifted, and walked further and further into the destruction, each step made her heart squeeze tighter and tighter.
The air was thick with smoke, almost like a fog had settled over the area. A fog which suffocated inhabitants lulling them into an eternal slumber. The sky was clear, despite this, not a cloud could be seen for miles, minus the wispy ones which just hung out too thin to really block the fading light. And yet everything still looked grim, so it was without surprise when she got to the temple that it was .. bad. Bodies strewn about the entrance, members of the khalaist movement dead and now gone. However that wasn’t the horrible part.. it was how these individuals had been killed. Beaten to death, or impaled by crude pipe made spears. Even as an agent of despair she wanted to puke. Her defenses had softened up for just a little bit and she had gotten careless then, she was leaning down to give one of the newly dead their final rights when she felt it a burning pain which slid cleanly against her back and out the front of her breast burying itself in the ground.
With only the sound of ringing in her ears, she had looked down to see the pipes tip biting into the ground, yet the adrenaline in her veins allowed her to process several things at once. One of them being that there was atleast 10,000 hostages within the temple, and over 50,000 enemies hidden in the surrounding area. Subtly bringing her mind out further, the numbers kept growing. It seemed that the numbers ranged beyond just the members that had broken out of prison. Demons that disliked khalaism seemed to be here hiding in secret, and if she had wanted? She would have been able to show her true power and blow all these individuals to ribbons. However she grit her teeth and got up in time to have a pipe go through her left knee, and one through her right elbow. They could only be called such.. featherweight blows. However she needed to buy time, to draw them out until back up could arrive. To make them think she was weak, so that they wouldn’t run or hide. So instead she brought her arms up and sealed her energy focusing on taking hits without alerting them to her lack of resistance.
With that the blows kept coming , and coming, she shifted to the right, a pole putting a cut in her arm, she moved to the left, another smashing into her arm. Falling on purpose she then laid there , foots slamming into her body, blows reigning all over. All she could do was this, keep them busy until someone else came. Which was why between blows she would carefully bring her hand up so that her assailants wouldn’t notice. She then fired off a flare of energy which would discreetly hang there hopefully being able to pull someone else over to help her with the job.. because all animum knew was.. she couldn’t do it alone.
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