Post by Randy Savage on Aug 27, 2015 18:46:46 GMT -5
”You’re better than I expected.” Dan punctuated his sentence by spitting blood onto the dirt. ”But that won’t work on me twice! Prepare yourself!”
Dan was becoming more animated as the fight continued. Randy did not respond to his taunts. She took one last, deep breath to calm herself. There was pain in taking the air in but she ignored it. Her hair was stark red--the brightest it had been in awhile. It had been standing straight up but now it danced around her head as best it could. Randy reached up and undid the fabric she had used to tie up her hair. Then, pulling it taught, she wrapped it around her forehead. The point was twofold; a part of her felt it looked cool. More importantly, it stifled the bleeding from the cut above her eye. She wasn’t worried about the bleeding itself but the blood would get in the way. Using a free hand, she rubbed the liquid out of her iris and sclera then pressed hard on the cut on her forehead before dragging her hand down her face, covering herself in her own blood. Dan’s face contorted, clearly grossed out by her display.
Taking a combat stance, Randy’s hair flew above her head like a horde of snakes. As if celebrating freedom from the hair wrap, it flapped enthusiastically. Her skin flared back up, matching the intensity now inside of her, turning her entire body a violent red. Flicking her fingers, she motioned for Dan to attack. He scoffed at the seriousness she adopted. Randy was deep within a blood frenzy. To say that to a casual observer might sound strange. Someone who wasn’t familiar with how Randy fought would think she was rather stoic and calm for anything considered a frenzy. Her father would explain how there was a very distinct difference between a blind rage and focused furry. A blood frenzy for the Savage bloodline, wasn’t just anger, it was a trait of their heritage. Right now, Randy was completely infuriated. She would not speak, think, or pay attention to anything that wasn’t battle or the focus of her rage. A snarl on her face, Randy waited for Dan to attack.
Like usual, Dan crouched for a moment before launching himself straight at Randy like some sort of ridiculous pencil shot from a cannon. By this point, Randy was used to this attack. She practically felt like she could mimic it if she needed to. She waited. Their was tension in the air; the atmosphere around Randy was practically alive with her energy and intensity. If Devlin was around to see her, it would hearken back to the she-devil that threw him out of the fountain. She waited more--longer than she had any other time Dan used this technique. He cleared the distance between them at blazing speed. He was aiming right for her face. Emotionlessly, right before Dan rammed into her skull, she nonchalantly tilted her head to the left. Dan would have screamed right past her if not for her left fist. It rocketed upward, given full strength as she torqued her hips with the attack. The result was a brutal uppercut. Dan’s head flipped backward and his body comically spun in place in the air. At other times, Randy might have taken the time to remark at how silly the stick looked.
Quickly, she turned toward Dan’s rotating form and raised both of her arms. She brought them down with furious strength. With her laser focus and full battle fury, Randy had the timing to bring both arms down perfectly on his neck and hips. She would slam her arms down like hammers, bending with the motion and ramming a knee into the square of Dan’s back. He would let out a pained scream--the most hurt he had seemed this entire fight. There was an audible snapping noise as Randy landed the titanic blow. Not hesitating, Randy rolled her arms under his body and tossed him up in front of her, his small weight making him easy to give a toss. As he went airborne, Randy would too, coiling her body tight like a spring compressed to maximum power. Angling her body in the air, legs would shoot out and strike Dan in the side, sending him careening across the open square. He let out a yell as he bounced, rolled, and sped through the open air until crashing into a pile of shipping crates by the dry dock building itself. Dan didn’t stay down long, anger starting to power him now. As he righted himself, Randy was already walking toward Dan--not running or chasing. Walking. Dan stood with a yell and a pained cough.
”Gah! You think you even stand a chance now, huh punk?!”
Randy continued her slow gait toward him.
”What’s wrong with you? Did you get brain damage when you fell from the sky?!”
Wordlessly, Randy kept stalking forward like a lion backing a mouse into a corner.
”Marines! File in! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!!”
Dan started to frantically bang on the main door of the dry dock and scream as Randy closed the distance between them. Fake marines filed in all around her. Some came from inside the dry dock, others came from outside the gates, some of the less brave marines that were standing around in the clearing began to line up. Dan had managed to be straight faced and cocky this whole fight, but now his resolve was breaking and he was kind of starting to freak out. A few of the marines who had been watching the fight were visibly shaken. As far as they knew, the only person stronger than Dan was Joe himself. This was really starting to get to them. As some of the marines lined up around Dan he would grab a spare pistol from one and step out to the front of the group. Taking aim, Dan would fire at Randy. She raised a hand casually. Her intent wasn’t to smack the bullet away. She couldn't do that yet, obviously. Are you crazy? The plan was to block her face. And chest. She knew her gauntlets could withstand a pistol shot from range. The bullet nailed the gauntlet around the wrist and ricochet into her right shoulder. Randy could tell from the pain that it passed clean through. Good. Enraged, Dan threw the gun at her. She smacked it away effortlessly.
”What the hell are you waiting for! GET HER!”
The first few marines needed Dan to physically push them before they moved in to attack. Seeing Randy shrug off a bullet was disconcerting to say the least. The first marine tackled into the crimson scurge, grabbing her around the waist. She dropped an elbow to the top of his head, sending him into the concrete and kept walking forward. Dan unconsciously took a step backward. More marines made their way to Randy. Her frustration reached a peak as she had to actually stop focusing on Dan and address the crowd of marines around her. Originally, the intent was to ignore the marines and just crush Dan into dust between her fingers. There were now too many marines to ignore. She gritted her teeth, her face tensing. Her skin exploded bright red, like a torrent of anger. Randy’s figure went pure red as her features turned into a silhouette of pure hate.
The marines hesitated. Randy didn’t. A blur of red, she sprinted at the marine who had the pistol before. The shock was visible on his face as Randy broke through the first line of marines to get to him. He didn’t understand her intent. Dan, who had been standing close to the marine, stumbled backward even further. Arriving in front of the marine, Randy stomped on his ankle. His leg went sideways and flat with Randy’s weight held on it. She threw an uppercut into his jaw, then another, the another as the flurry of her blows kept the man upright. As he fell backward, Randy ripped his belt off which had the gunpowder pouches on it. She fastened it on herself before turning back onto the group of marines behind her. She would have to thin their numbers before she could focus on Dan.
With a running closeline, Randy took the first marine she struck airborne. Digging a gauntlet hand into his throat and bringing her other up to clasp around with it, she popped her hips and spun, tossing the marine into a crowd of others. A marine jumped on her back as this happened. Randy reached behind her and grabbed him by the head, flipping him over her back and onto the dirt. She stomped on his neck as she turned to see a crowd of marines right behind her. Some of those fighting had swords but most were unarmed, leaving their weapons in the untrained hurry to get here. As a group of marines attacked, she opted to deflect a sword attack, taking a fist to the stomach instead. A fist struck her in the jaw. Her reaction was a lightning fast headbutt to the man’s face, splattering his and her blood on the marines around them. As she turned, a marine dug a knife into her left forearm. Rage and adrenaline surged through her body instead of pain. She stalked at the marine and latched her hands onto his face, digging her metal thumbs into his face. He screamed loudly as Randy pushed, forcing him onto his knees before delivering a knee to his face and incapacitating him.
Ripping at the knife, Randy spun and stabbed it into the fist of a marine who was seeking to strike her. As he stumbled back a marine tackled Randy along the waist again. As she went to strike him in the back, another grabbed her mid section. Soon another and then two more marines grabbed her too. With an animalistic growl, Randy shoved forward and spun. The marines were able to restrict her motions but the violent twist loosened their footing. She pounded her weight downward, forcing the two marines holding her front down into the ground, causing them to let go. Quickly rolling onto her back, this brought her onto the chest of the other marines that held her. She flipped her weight backward and slipped out of the rest of their grasps. Luckily, the blood being squeezed from both her arms made her hard to hold onto.
Wordlessly, Randy activated her Fourth Corner technique. Reaching into the recently confiscated pack, she got a handful of gunpowder and began pounding on the marines on the ground. The earth shook with explosions. Some other marines hesitated to attack her as she mercilessly beat on their friends. There was a presence behind her. She turned quickly to face Dan. He struck out with a punch but missed by a hair’s breadth. Randy was in the zone at the moment. Intuitively, she launched a punched into his gut, making him reel back. She reached an arm back to follow up back was surprised to find it grabbed. Her hair spiked in resentment. Another marine grabbed her again by the waist as Dan stepped forward and socked her in the fist. He reached back to swing again but, with a roar, Randy spun her body in a circle and used the marines that were clinging to her to knock Dan away. Loosening their grips she sent Dan falling backward with a couple marines on top of him.
Flipping her focus back to the crowd of the marines, Randy threw violent punches into the horde of marines behind and around her. Her bloodlust was ever so slightly starting to turn into true, unbridled rage. She leapt over a crowd and landed in a new throng of marines. Bringing a double fisted axe handle down, Randy knocked the face of another mook into the dirt. Without screaming a technique name, something extraordinarily rare for Randy, she activated her first corner. Another guttural yell erupted from the woman as she activated her first corner with both fists! Both arms worked vigilantly, a venerable hurricane of blows rained down on all the marines around her. Some dropped instantly, others stumbled backward, and some even turned to run. Marines dropped in droves but so, so many kept crowding around her. Randy practically cleared a circle around her before turning to where she left Dan. He was surrounded by another platoon of marines. There were just. So. Many!
”Just face it you little bastard! This is a fight you can’t win.”
There was a lull in the fight. Marines groaned and whined all throughout the courtyard. Randy regained enough lucidity to rip fabric from the bottom of her skirt and tie it around both arms. She was starting to lose blood but her rage was keeping her hot and her adrenaline was keeping her moving. If she was being honest with herself, she could even argue that it might be a good thing to lose a bit of feeling in her extremities. Not like she was feeling much pain anyway. Her entire body burned hot and her anger continued to grow. Somewhere, in a deep deep, less animalistic part of Randy, she was tremendously enjoying herself. This was the most fun she has had in awhile.
Dan was becoming more animated as the fight continued. Randy did not respond to his taunts. She took one last, deep breath to calm herself. There was pain in taking the air in but she ignored it. Her hair was stark red--the brightest it had been in awhile. It had been standing straight up but now it danced around her head as best it could. Randy reached up and undid the fabric she had used to tie up her hair. Then, pulling it taught, she wrapped it around her forehead. The point was twofold; a part of her felt it looked cool. More importantly, it stifled the bleeding from the cut above her eye. She wasn’t worried about the bleeding itself but the blood would get in the way. Using a free hand, she rubbed the liquid out of her iris and sclera then pressed hard on the cut on her forehead before dragging her hand down her face, covering herself in her own blood. Dan’s face contorted, clearly grossed out by her display.
Taking a combat stance, Randy’s hair flew above her head like a horde of snakes. As if celebrating freedom from the hair wrap, it flapped enthusiastically. Her skin flared back up, matching the intensity now inside of her, turning her entire body a violent red. Flicking her fingers, she motioned for Dan to attack. He scoffed at the seriousness she adopted. Randy was deep within a blood frenzy. To say that to a casual observer might sound strange. Someone who wasn’t familiar with how Randy fought would think she was rather stoic and calm for anything considered a frenzy. Her father would explain how there was a very distinct difference between a blind rage and focused furry. A blood frenzy for the Savage bloodline, wasn’t just anger, it was a trait of their heritage. Right now, Randy was completely infuriated. She would not speak, think, or pay attention to anything that wasn’t battle or the focus of her rage. A snarl on her face, Randy waited for Dan to attack.
Like usual, Dan crouched for a moment before launching himself straight at Randy like some sort of ridiculous pencil shot from a cannon. By this point, Randy was used to this attack. She practically felt like she could mimic it if she needed to. She waited. Their was tension in the air; the atmosphere around Randy was practically alive with her energy and intensity. If Devlin was around to see her, it would hearken back to the she-devil that threw him out of the fountain. She waited more--longer than she had any other time Dan used this technique. He cleared the distance between them at blazing speed. He was aiming right for her face. Emotionlessly, right before Dan rammed into her skull, she nonchalantly tilted her head to the left. Dan would have screamed right past her if not for her left fist. It rocketed upward, given full strength as she torqued her hips with the attack. The result was a brutal uppercut. Dan’s head flipped backward and his body comically spun in place in the air. At other times, Randy might have taken the time to remark at how silly the stick looked.
Quickly, she turned toward Dan’s rotating form and raised both of her arms. She brought them down with furious strength. With her laser focus and full battle fury, Randy had the timing to bring both arms down perfectly on his neck and hips. She would slam her arms down like hammers, bending with the motion and ramming a knee into the square of Dan’s back. He would let out a pained scream--the most hurt he had seemed this entire fight. There was an audible snapping noise as Randy landed the titanic blow. Not hesitating, Randy rolled her arms under his body and tossed him up in front of her, his small weight making him easy to give a toss. As he went airborne, Randy would too, coiling her body tight like a spring compressed to maximum power. Angling her body in the air, legs would shoot out and strike Dan in the side, sending him careening across the open square. He let out a yell as he bounced, rolled, and sped through the open air until crashing into a pile of shipping crates by the dry dock building itself. Dan didn’t stay down long, anger starting to power him now. As he righted himself, Randy was already walking toward Dan--not running or chasing. Walking. Dan stood with a yell and a pained cough.
”Gah! You think you even stand a chance now, huh punk?!”
Randy continued her slow gait toward him.
”What’s wrong with you? Did you get brain damage when you fell from the sky?!”
Wordlessly, Randy kept stalking forward like a lion backing a mouse into a corner.
”Marines! File in! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!!”
Dan started to frantically bang on the main door of the dry dock and scream as Randy closed the distance between them. Fake marines filed in all around her. Some came from inside the dry dock, others came from outside the gates, some of the less brave marines that were standing around in the clearing began to line up. Dan had managed to be straight faced and cocky this whole fight, but now his resolve was breaking and he was kind of starting to freak out. A few of the marines who had been watching the fight were visibly shaken. As far as they knew, the only person stronger than Dan was Joe himself. This was really starting to get to them. As some of the marines lined up around Dan he would grab a spare pistol from one and step out to the front of the group. Taking aim, Dan would fire at Randy. She raised a hand casually. Her intent wasn’t to smack the bullet away. She couldn't do that yet, obviously. Are you crazy? The plan was to block her face. And chest. She knew her gauntlets could withstand a pistol shot from range. The bullet nailed the gauntlet around the wrist and ricochet into her right shoulder. Randy could tell from the pain that it passed clean through. Good. Enraged, Dan threw the gun at her. She smacked it away effortlessly.
”What the hell are you waiting for! GET HER!”
The first few marines needed Dan to physically push them before they moved in to attack. Seeing Randy shrug off a bullet was disconcerting to say the least. The first marine tackled into the crimson scurge, grabbing her around the waist. She dropped an elbow to the top of his head, sending him into the concrete and kept walking forward. Dan unconsciously took a step backward. More marines made their way to Randy. Her frustration reached a peak as she had to actually stop focusing on Dan and address the crowd of marines around her. Originally, the intent was to ignore the marines and just crush Dan into dust between her fingers. There were now too many marines to ignore. She gritted her teeth, her face tensing. Her skin exploded bright red, like a torrent of anger. Randy’s figure went pure red as her features turned into a silhouette of pure hate.
The marines hesitated. Randy didn’t. A blur of red, she sprinted at the marine who had the pistol before. The shock was visible on his face as Randy broke through the first line of marines to get to him. He didn’t understand her intent. Dan, who had been standing close to the marine, stumbled backward even further. Arriving in front of the marine, Randy stomped on his ankle. His leg went sideways and flat with Randy’s weight held on it. She threw an uppercut into his jaw, then another, the another as the flurry of her blows kept the man upright. As he fell backward, Randy ripped his belt off which had the gunpowder pouches on it. She fastened it on herself before turning back onto the group of marines behind her. She would have to thin their numbers before she could focus on Dan.
With a running closeline, Randy took the first marine she struck airborne. Digging a gauntlet hand into his throat and bringing her other up to clasp around with it, she popped her hips and spun, tossing the marine into a crowd of others. A marine jumped on her back as this happened. Randy reached behind her and grabbed him by the head, flipping him over her back and onto the dirt. She stomped on his neck as she turned to see a crowd of marines right behind her. Some of those fighting had swords but most were unarmed, leaving their weapons in the untrained hurry to get here. As a group of marines attacked, she opted to deflect a sword attack, taking a fist to the stomach instead. A fist struck her in the jaw. Her reaction was a lightning fast headbutt to the man’s face, splattering his and her blood on the marines around them. As she turned, a marine dug a knife into her left forearm. Rage and adrenaline surged through her body instead of pain. She stalked at the marine and latched her hands onto his face, digging her metal thumbs into his face. He screamed loudly as Randy pushed, forcing him onto his knees before delivering a knee to his face and incapacitating him.
Ripping at the knife, Randy spun and stabbed it into the fist of a marine who was seeking to strike her. As he stumbled back a marine tackled Randy along the waist again. As she went to strike him in the back, another grabbed her mid section. Soon another and then two more marines grabbed her too. With an animalistic growl, Randy shoved forward and spun. The marines were able to restrict her motions but the violent twist loosened their footing. She pounded her weight downward, forcing the two marines holding her front down into the ground, causing them to let go. Quickly rolling onto her back, this brought her onto the chest of the other marines that held her. She flipped her weight backward and slipped out of the rest of their grasps. Luckily, the blood being squeezed from both her arms made her hard to hold onto.
Wordlessly, Randy activated her Fourth Corner technique. Reaching into the recently confiscated pack, she got a handful of gunpowder and began pounding on the marines on the ground. The earth shook with explosions. Some other marines hesitated to attack her as she mercilessly beat on their friends. There was a presence behind her. She turned quickly to face Dan. He struck out with a punch but missed by a hair’s breadth. Randy was in the zone at the moment. Intuitively, she launched a punched into his gut, making him reel back. She reached an arm back to follow up back was surprised to find it grabbed. Her hair spiked in resentment. Another marine grabbed her again by the waist as Dan stepped forward and socked her in the fist. He reached back to swing again but, with a roar, Randy spun her body in a circle and used the marines that were clinging to her to knock Dan away. Loosening their grips she sent Dan falling backward with a couple marines on top of him.
Flipping her focus back to the crowd of the marines, Randy threw violent punches into the horde of marines behind and around her. Her bloodlust was ever so slightly starting to turn into true, unbridled rage. She leapt over a crowd and landed in a new throng of marines. Bringing a double fisted axe handle down, Randy knocked the face of another mook into the dirt. Without screaming a technique name, something extraordinarily rare for Randy, she activated her first corner. Another guttural yell erupted from the woman as she activated her first corner with both fists! Both arms worked vigilantly, a venerable hurricane of blows rained down on all the marines around her. Some dropped instantly, others stumbled backward, and some even turned to run. Marines dropped in droves but so, so many kept crowding around her. Randy practically cleared a circle around her before turning to where she left Dan. He was surrounded by another platoon of marines. There were just. So. Many!
”Just face it you little bastard! This is a fight you can’t win.”
There was a lull in the fight. Marines groaned and whined all throughout the courtyard. Randy regained enough lucidity to rip fabric from the bottom of her skirt and tie it around both arms. She was starting to lose blood but her rage was keeping her hot and her adrenaline was keeping her moving. If she was being honest with herself, she could even argue that it might be a good thing to lose a bit of feeling in her extremities. Not like she was feeling much pain anyway. Her entire body burned hot and her anger continued to grow. Somewhere, in a deep deep, less animalistic part of Randy, she was tremendously enjoying herself. This was the most fun she has had in awhile.