The Red Terror VS Blood Reaper! Save The Last Dance For Me~! May 1, 2017 9:11:52 GMT -5
Post by BlacKitten on May 1, 2017 9:11:52 GMT -5
“I’ve seen it in action once before–soyo… back when I was younger–soyo. That’s part of why I was assigned this mission, but I’ve never seen it used as creatively or as effectively as this–soyo…”
Pluto grew more attentive, replaying Libeccio’s words once again.
He has seen it in action before when he was younger? In other words, he has encountered Scarlette before even I have.
“That’s not what concerns me about this ordeal–soyo… Her emotional state keeps shifting drastically–soyo…”
“Emotional state?” He muttered to himself. Of all the things to be concerned about in regards to the Red Terror, emotions had never been one of them for him. If anything, her emotions made it easier for anyone to handle her in combat.
“Ara,” the bat-human took a moment to glance at the young woman beside him. “Could you stay here and watch over my sister?” With Scarlette’s constant pursuit for Rebecca, he couldn’t simply leave without having another layer of defense to protect the that little girl.
“Eh? Ah... S-sure...,” Ara seemed to have just broken out of a trance-like state by the sound of her name being called.
With a few beats of his wings, Pluto ascended into the air, reaching the same elevation as the blond agent. He then soared alongside with the man who began to explain something seemingly off-topic and unrelated to the situation at first. The agent talked about a sixth sense and how he possessed the ability to predict what someone’s about to do. And, due to Scarlette’s drastic changes in emotions, he basically had trouble keeping up with the fickle woman. However, this power to sense emotions and to read others’ movements in advance sounded very familiar.
A relatable memory emerged in his mind just then. During his time in the Crescent Moon Empire, he had experienced something quite similar to what Libeccio was explaining about. It was only for a brief moment back then, but he thought he could feel the intensive emotions of fear and dread in high concentration. He remembered suddenly begin able to predict Scarlette’s action right before his eyes could see it. Was it just hindsight bias? Was he just delusional back then? What if he was just remembering it wrong?
“I... think I’ve experienced this sixth sense before,” he admitted.
“I remember being able to sense a flood of negative emotions. I remember being able to foresee Scarlette’s action before she could even act on it. Even today,” he then clenched his teeth from just visualizing the gruesome imagery. “I foresaw my sister’s death. I foresaw Scarlette swinging her scythe at our blind-spots. I didn’t see it. I didn’t hear it. I don’t even know how I did it, but it was thanks to that spur of a moment that I was able to stop the scythe right before it could lop my sister’s head off.” His words had progressively grown harsher; an indication of his own suppressed rage.
From above, he scrutinized the scene down below, a scene that was glittered with bloodied white-uniforms of fodder men. The marines tended to have a habit of always sending their weakest men into the fray to let them all die. If they hired someone like Libeccio for this task, then that was an acknowledgement of needing additional forces to handle a big threat; sending a group of weaklings head on was one of the most irresponsible decisions to make.
A bullet had been fired. In an instant, a puff of black smoke engulfed Scarlette’s body that soon collapsed onto the ground alongside with the fallen soldiers. Rather quickly did the crowds of standing soldiers assumed their victory, but to Pluto, this was too good to be true.
The two airborne figures hadn’t even needed to make their move yet. Before they could even engage in combat, their enemy seemed to have already fallen by a single bullet to the head.
Slowly descending to close in on the target, Pluto fanned out his left forearm protector, revealing a small, multi-stringed crossbow. He kept all of his ammunition in the large pockets of his trouser, composed entirely of strange metal bolts that appear like short arrows. Swiftly, he loaded his weapon with the air of his right hand that stayed in its cast and sling.
Lowering his arm straight down, he aimed at the woman’s body that was partially hidden in the smoke. Despite being unable to see his target clearly, his echolocation allowed him to make out the figure through the black haze.
I’m not buying it.
Without a shred of hesitance or mercy, he fired his special bolt straight at the core of the woman’s torso. His projectile contained a special substance that all vampire bats naturally produce in their saliva. That substance was known as Draculin. Those who are injected with this substance wouldn’t feel pain even when struck. It would numb the surrounding area of the wound as the anticoagulant completely stops the prey’s ability to clot up blood. It was a substance that’s especially detrimental to the Offspring Human such as Scarlette.