[ Attackers and attack targets are whisked off in pairs to their own part of the restaurant, just the two of them. Two enter, but only one may leave! ]
Figured the heart'd be you or the octopus an' I wasn't about to give some suicidal fuckhead exactly what he wants if I didn't have to, soooo. Sucks for you, I guess.
The twin ain't here, so next best choices're the one in charge or the one who wants to die, right? Unless you threw me for a loop an' picked Mr. Shoot First Ask Never or the new girl.
You oughta thank Lucy for bein' a stubborn li'l shit, though. I'm only here so that he ain't.
[ and there's the screeching sound of metal grinding against metal as she just sort of collapses to her knees, a pair of ram horns spouting from her head as the rest of her begins to expand outwards, steel and plastic and wire reshaping itself to encase her in...
...a house??? she turned into a garbage run-down house made of sheet metal. a house that has 'WHEN SHE WAS GOOD, SHE WAS VERY, VERY GOOD. WHEN SHE WAS BAD, SHE WAS HORRID.' scrawled on the side in what is either rust or blood or both, but still literally a fucking house. ]
[as she transforms, the black snakes up Aries' arm in tendrils, blood and blackness starts to ooze out of his eyes, something black-hole dark seems to rise off of him like flames. and he smiles, long and sharp. If Aries was still in his right mind he would probably be very confused by this house business, but he really has no such sense to string together.
a house SHOULD be easy to destroy. unfortunately he. doesn't have his gravity powers he's just very strong and berserk. time to flying kick??? the wall????????]
[ he hits the wall and -- congratulations, it cracks!
also there's an explosion. and a lot more defeaning metal grinding noises, as the house falls...apart...?
Except no, it all stays together, shambling mess -- mechanical limbs and blades and a pair of jet engines jutting out of it at random angles, a broken doll head with ram horns hanging off from the front. With a roar it swings a fist blindly at Aries through the smoke. ]
[he's nimble and dodges, laughing loud and maniacal. and the ram doll head
seems like?? a good place to start. so he just flings himself at it.
grabbing at a horn, seeing if it can be wrenched off]
[ he can, easily enough if he manages to get leverage on it -- it's loose enough, as poorly put together as the rest. but there's a blade swinging straight at him, aiming to dig into his side ]
[he throws his hand out, it's a clear gesture, not a fearful block but an
expectation to release... something. But it doesn't come an even through
his insanity it's clear that there is more surprise than pain when the
blade buries itself halfway into his hand, slicing right down between the
fingers and to the wrist.
The laughter only stops for a moment, then returns, louder, more
aggressive. he tries to yank the blade free with his uninjured hand, a
weapon would be useful]
[ it comes free as easily as any other part of her, eliciting a roar of frustration. of course it doesn't matter that much -- every part of her is disposable, there's more where that came from -- but she needs to finish this, needs to get back to her unit...and so more blades come, swung at him by two limbs from above and the side. ]
[it's hard to defend with one working hand, though the pain doesn't slow
him at least. He deflects the blade above and dodges to the side. Not
thinking at all about team, for once, just thinking about destruction. His
destruction, hers, both at once is really ideal. He moves to the side again
but not fast enough to avoid the second blade taking a bite into his side,
but it's fine, he laughs louder, and the blade he has begins to cut at the
'neck' trying to pull the head from the house]
[ Oh. No, no. No. That's no good. The one part of her that she actually needs, because without it she'll become useless...no, she can't let that one go. She won't be tossed aside. She'll kill him, and she'll eat him and be satisfied and fed and they (whoever they are) will praise her --
She roars once more, but this one is more of a mechanical grinding sound, like something stuck in a garbage disposal. Some sort of fluid seeps from the gash he's managed to make in her neck, sickly artificial green and strangely sweet-smelling, but he won't get far before a torrent of flame bursts from one of her hands, aimed straight for him. ]
[He isn't thinking about his team, but hopefully they are not watching this
because it certainly will not be pretty.
He doesn't have the sanity to worry about the flames. They don't stop him
very quickly. Instead he keeps hacking at her, laughing, and it's only when
flesh starts to blacken and bleed and his laugh is torn short by the hot
air he's inhaling that he stumbles out of the flames, a bloody trail left
by his useless dangling hand. He's blind in one eye, the one that was
closest to the flames, but he's still holding the knife.
[ He's successful enough there, but it doesn't matter -- her head's already damaged enough. It's fine, as long as it stays screwed on right. Just another crack. In retaliation she rears back, trying to twist the knife now stuck in her head out of his hand so she can bite and tear his arm off. ]
and then she's just going to go in for another bite and remembering somewhere in the back of her head that she was supposed to be making this quick she goes for his torso, aiming to take as big a chunk out of him as she can ]
[to say he struggles would be a somewhat mischaracterization of raw, insane
violence, which has merely been beaten down and overwhelmed, while the
noises coming out of him no longer sound like a laugh, there's no doubt
that's what it is, something staccato yet raspy.
The bite in his chest mostly puts an end to that though, just becoming
quiet gurgles as blood is forced up his esophagus, and soon he's really
just a twisting mess. It does not look particularly cool at all.]
She hungrily tears at him, though. Frenzied, even letting the fluid dripping from her neck and head drip onto him before each bite. It's her turn to laugh, though it's not really distinguishable from the earlier grinding noises except in that it pulses with the same inflection that would be expected from a laugh. She tears and tears and crushes and pulverizes until there's hardly anything left, the noise somehow not stopping even as she swallows pound after pound of flesh.
When it's all done, her head and limbs retract back into the house, which sits there as the grinding tapers off into silence, processing what it's just consumed. ]
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Hey, asshole! Let's get this over with quick, 'kay?
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I've got to ask, though, why'd you pick me?
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1/2
[Seems offended]
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[huffs]
Well, either way. You don't have to apologize. I'm selfishly grateful. It's much worse to be the one on the sidelines.
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You oughta thank Lucy for bein' a stubborn li'l shit, though. I'm only here so that he ain't.
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[interesting]
Lucifel wanted a chance to kill me?
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That guy gets more ridiculous the more I hear about him.
Alright, let's get this over with.
[some sort of black something is already winding up his arms from his fingertips, either moving under his skin or transforming his flesh itself.]
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[ and there's the screeching sound of metal grinding against metal as she just sort of collapses to her knees, a pair of ram horns spouting from her head as the rest of her begins to expand outwards, steel and plastic and wire reshaping itself to encase her in...
...a house??? she turned into a garbage run-down house made of sheet metal. a house that has 'WHEN SHE WAS GOOD, SHE WAS VERY, VERY GOOD. WHEN SHE WAS BAD, SHE WAS HORRID.' scrawled on the side in what is either rust or blood or both, but still literally a fucking house. ]
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a house SHOULD be easy to destroy. unfortunately he. doesn't have his gravity powers he's just very strong and berserk. time to flying kick??? the wall????????]
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also there's an explosion. and a lot more defeaning metal grinding noises, as the house falls...apart...?
Except no, it all stays together, shambling mess -- mechanical limbs and blades and a pair of jet engines jutting out of it at random angles, a broken doll head with ram horns hanging off from the front. With a roar it swings a fist blindly at Aries through the smoke. ]
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[he's nimble and dodges, laughing loud and maniacal. and the ram doll head seems like?? a good place to start. so he just flings himself at it. grabbing at a horn, seeing if it can be wrenched off]
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[he throws his hand out, it's a clear gesture, not a fearful block but an expectation to release... something. But it doesn't come an even through his insanity it's clear that there is more surprise than pain when the blade buries itself halfway into his hand, slicing right down between the fingers and to the wrist.
The laughter only stops for a moment, then returns, louder, more aggressive. he tries to yank the blade free with his uninjured hand, a weapon would be useful]
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[it's hard to defend with one working hand, though the pain doesn't slow him at least. He deflects the blade above and dodges to the side. Not thinking at all about team, for once, just thinking about destruction. His destruction, hers, both at once is really ideal. He moves to the side again but not fast enough to avoid the second blade taking a bite into his side, but it's fine, he laughs louder, and the blade he has begins to cut at the 'neck' trying to pull the head from the house]
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She roars once more, but this one is more of a mechanical grinding sound, like something stuck in a garbage disposal. Some sort of fluid seeps from the gash he's managed to make in her neck, sickly artificial green and strangely sweet-smelling, but he won't get far before a torrent of flame bursts from one of her hands, aimed straight for him. ]
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[He isn't thinking about his team, but hopefully they are not watching this because it certainly will not be pretty.
He doesn't have the sanity to worry about the flames. They don't stop him very quickly. Instead he keeps hacking at her, laughing, and it's only when flesh starts to blacken and bleed and his laugh is torn short by the hot air he's inhaling that he stumbles out of the flames, a bloody trail left by his useless dangling hand. He's blind in one eye, the one that was closest to the flames, but he's still holding the knife.
He tries to stab it into the head.]
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[he tries to hold onto the knife, and manages to yank it out, but it's dropped a moment later when the mouth closes over his wrist and begins to tear
he's jerked around aggressively and is too low on blood, crazy, and damaged to really start to recover for the next attack]
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good shit
and then she's just going to go in for another bite and remembering somewhere in the back of her head that she was supposed to be making this quick she goes for his torso, aiming to take as big a chunk out of him as she can ]
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[to say he struggles would be a somewhat mischaracterization of raw, insane violence, which has merely been beaten down and overwhelmed, while the noises coming out of him no longer sound like a laugh, there's no doubt that's what it is, something staccato yet raspy.
The bite in his chest mostly puts an end to that though, just becoming quiet gurgles as blood is forced up his esophagus, and soon he's really just a twisting mess. It does not look particularly cool at all.]
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She hungrily tears at him, though. Frenzied, even letting the fluid dripping from her neck and head drip onto him before each bite. It's her turn to laugh, though it's not really distinguishable from the earlier grinding noises except in that it pulses with the same inflection that would be expected from a laugh. She tears and tears and crushes and pulverizes until there's hardly anything left, the noise somehow not stopping even as she swallows pound after pound of flesh.
When it's all done, her head and limbs retract back into the house, which sits there as the grinding tapers off into silence, processing what it's just consumed. ]