Content Warnings:
BloodLight Gore
"Should we-?" One of the Dreschers questioned.
"No," it replied, hanging up. "You twelve, kill the purple. Bring in Ursa,"
The twelve shot forwards. They pounced upon the pair.
They dodged….separately.
Ursa quickly bundled her cloth around her claws and switched to green. She blocked two strikes and countered.
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Lyn barely dodged a claw. It reached by, cutting her hair just a bit.
She popped an orange pill and jumped off the wall to spin around their attacks.
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Ursa only got a few scratches in before getting kicked back into the wall. Cracks formed.
A Drescher grabbed her. She grabbed onto it and twisted around it, attempting to twist its head off.
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Of the six Dreschers in the pack, three in the back immediately turned towards Lyn. She attempted to quick shot them.
She took out one, but the others got close. One of them almost took out her firing hand. She dodged and was barely hit in the side. Her insides practically shattered.
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Another Drescher kicked Ursa, nearly throwing her off. Blood could be seen soaking into her cloth.
Another claw attacked. She couldn't twist the head off, so she pulled the Drescher into the other claw's way.
In a flash, her left arm was dislocated, almost severed. She was rrrammed into the wall.
She coughed up blood. Another crack left upon the wall.
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Lyn was thrown back, her blood spilling along the ground as she rolled. The five remaining charged after her before she could even slow down.
She quick shot one of them. Talons crashed down on her firing hand. She moved to avoid it getting crushed.
It was too late to avoid any damage. She lost her thumb.
She wouldn't be able to reload for sec.
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Ursa was quick grabbed by her cloth and thrown to the ground. The Dreschers locked their talons in place, holding her down.
Eyes sharpened, she switched to red. She could feel her bones and insides being crushed. She wrapped cloth around the Dreschers' limbs. They remained unmoving, not even bothering to shake free.
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There were four Dreschers left, four shots left attacking Lyn. The one that stomped on her tried to attack again.
It stumbled. Lyn had used her butterfly knife to cut the joints of its talons.
With a jump, she jabbed it in the head, knocking it out.
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Black. Ursa's blood was spilling everywhere. She clawed into her cloth. It corrupted, spreading and hardening around their limbs.
They stumbled. Her eyes sharpened.
Yellow. A great burst of wind shot out, separating Ursa from the corrupted cloth.
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Lyn felt a pulling against her flesh. She had been grabbed by her hair.
She had milliseconds before the three caught her. Good thing she saw this coming.
In a flash, she cut her hair and threw her scarf. She freed herself from a Drescher and blinded another.
She shot down the third.
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Red. Ursa twisted around, stabbing the black into their bodies, even severing a few talons.
She twisted herself free. Orange.
She grabbed a black shard and leapt upon a Drescher, stabbing it further. She was kicked back into the wall.
They charged her, clawing at the wall. She appeared behind them, letting them shatter said wall.
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Lyn used the cover of her massive bush of hair to turn and duck around. She got a quick shot in, taking it out.
The one she blinded with her scarf charged her, throwing the scarf right back. She caught it.
"Thanks moron," she remarked before shooting it down.
She smirked, her thumb having already regrown.
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Green. Ursa kicked one of the single legged ones off the building and clawed through the one she stabbed before. The former was sent falling, while the ladder she broke through, reaching the core beneath its Xiphoid Process and *breaking* it.
It fell over. Dead.
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Waffe charged her. She was prepared, except…
Lyn felt an overwhelming presence. Before she could move, she was sent flying back. It kicked her.
She crashed into a nearby wall, her blood splattering everywhere, her stomach practically open. She coughed.
"You sludge rats should learn your place," it remarked.
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Ursa was kicked back by one of the three remaining Dreschers, but she grabbed onto it. She pulled it in the way of her next attacker. The claws ripped into it.
She pulled out a shard of black and STABBED one of the remaining two in the face. It looked around in confusion.
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Waffe pointed at the blind one.
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The other circled around and kneed her! She grabbed it and redirected its weight to SMASH it into the floor!
The blind one exploded! Ursa was sent SPRAWLING forwards, a bigger hole now formed in the wall. Waffe picked her up.
"The joys of fodder," it chucked.
Its powerful force imposed itself over her. Waffe was surrounded by a massive bubble of purple. It was like her intimidate skill, only stronger and constant. She couldn't look at it properly.
Yellow. She hit it with a massive burst of wind, pushing the bubble away, albeit only redirected and not completely gone. The bubble still surrounded its torso and face.
It SLAMMED HER TO THE GROUND, "I hope I get to meet the Mondgreif personally. I know she'll be happy to-,"
"Black jack," Lyn called out, her thumb having
A black shot went straight through Waffe's wrists, severing them. Ursa, now freed, sent another wave of wind at it. She couldn't fully remove the cloud though.
"NO!" it screeched, leaping upon her.
"Sorry moron, ya lost the bet!" Lyn exclaimed, rolling forwards, practically limping.
She felt its barrier. She closed her eyes, remembering what Waffe looked like and went for its joints.
Waffe screeeeched like a wild beast, struggling to avoid the attacks. Lyn only needed to duck under its arms. It fell to the ground, barely able to move.
Ursa clawed at it, trying to finish the job to no avail. Her eyes were as sharp as an obsidian blade.
"Glassflower…," Lyn called out, coughing up blood.
Without a word, the two hobbled out.
"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE! THE DRESCHERS WILL HUNT YOU UNTIL THE VERY END!" Waffe called out. "DO YOU HEAR ME SLUDGE RAAATS!!!"
...….
Beep beep beep, "This is F12S505: Code Name: Unberührbare Waffe, targets…spotted, your not going to believe who appeared…,"
To Be Continued...…