Post by Blitzfrieg on May 4, 2018 0:52:02 GMT -5
“You are sure about this sir? I mean....if word gets out that you are....” The tall, long limbed, gangly man in a pristine white suit was cut off by a single, heavy puff of smoke coming from behind the tall backed chair several paces away from him. The gaudy, golden embossed leather chair obscured the occupant from view, and shadows added a sense of foreboding to the silence of the room. That single puff told the tall, pink haired man with thick glasses that his boss was about to speak. He knew him well enough to observe such details in his behavior. And his respect was enough to silence himself when his superior was ready to do the talking.
”Word won’t get out, as long as things go as planned. That’s why I’m sending you Mr. Stork.” There was a long pause as the occupant took another puff from his invisible cigar, and filled the air once more with its sweet aroma. “I trust you to see things through.” Mr. Stork bent over, an extreme motion given his incredible height. He bowed gracefully and properly, like a gentleman or a butler.
“Your trust honors me. I will see your daughter returned safely. And ensure the silence of both the rogue Marine and the bandits on the mountain....”. He turned up his head ever so slightly, and the light from the window glinted off of his blood red eyes in a manner most unsettling. “....no matter how many of them I have to kill.”
———————-Meanwhile————————-
Andromeda stretched out her arms with an exxagerated sigh. Her joints popped noisily as she extended the stretch down her back and into her legs, making sure to hit every inch. It was only smart to stretch before a fight. Especially with her prosthetics in mind. They were far stronger than her limbs would be, and much more durable too. But if she didn’t keep them loose enough for the oil to spread through the joints, they could stick from time to time. Her father had done an incredible job on them, but even genius had limitations.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Crooks and Criminals! You’ve seen her knock One-Shot Johnson out cold in...well....ONE SHOT!” The crowd cheered wildly as the announcer riled them up. It had been several hours since night fell and the partying started. So everyone was either quite drunk at this point, or passed out. Mostly the former as the latter tended to get robbed of their belongings, stripped, and left in the mud to a very rude awakening in the morning. These Rock Dragons were a rowdy, noisy, and violent bunch. They were the worst kind of scoundrels. Killers and robbers, thieves who dealt in bloody money. Therefore Andromeda really didn’t feel bad for any of them as they beat each other senseless over petty disputes and wasted their money betting on the matches. In truth.....they were the lot of them the perfect mark.
”You saw her send the Flying Frankman flying out of the ring!” Another cheer. She had to admit the announcer knew how to get them excited and betting. Besides, this was exactly her kind of arena. She adored the attention. Even if it was from scoundrels. She wasn’t exactly a saint, but she wouldn’t kill for money. “But can she best the Beast of Shivre Mountain?! The IRON BUTCHER HIMSELF?” Ooooh....scary name. Andromeda cracked her neck and shook out her limbs. She was ready to do something flashy to really rake in the Beri. The first two she dropped hard and fast, to make a point. Now the drunkards were more riled up and betting more and more. Time to give them what they really wanted. A BIG finish! Done stretching, she slipped her hands into her oversized coat, unbuckled a clasp, and threw it over the ropes with a flourish. And the crowd went silent. Andromeda was exceptionally fit. She had a perfect combination of dangerous curves and tight muscle that made her look like a predatory animal. Her toothy grin didn’t alieve that image either. She was wearing just booty shorts and a chest band, which allowed her maximum mobility. Her dark skin glinted from the humidity in the firelight. The announcer didn’t miss a beat.
”It certainly looks like she thinks so! And who could blame her with a body like that! Even the Butcher must be quaking in his boots! Should we find out from the man himself? You know him...you LOVE TO HATE HIM! THE BEEEEEAAAAST OF SHIVRE MOOOOOUUUUNTAIN!” The crowd surrounding the muddy arena parted as a massive brute of a man strutted forward. He was wearing baggy pants and nothing else. His torso looked almost oversized for his slender legs, but his movements showed he was more than just a brute. He had the confidence and grace of a trained soldier. And he probably was. Andromeda grinned. It was about time they sent her someone who could actually fight! The hulking scoundrel jumped into the ring with flair, striking an aggressive pose with a fist in the air as he did, roaring into the air which riled the crowd into a frenzy. Up close Andromeda could see hundreds of scars. No area of skin more than six inches around was unmarred by marks of battle. Gunshot wounds, blade slashes, burns, and more. Even his face and hairless head was an encyclopedia of past wounds that gave him a severe appearance. He lowered his hand, and his gaze flamboyantly to point and look at Andromeda, then drew his fingers back and over his throat, signifying her death sentence.
”You know the rules! That there ARE no rules! Fight! Win! And show us A GOOD TIME!” With that a gun was fired, signifying the start of the match. Andromeda and the Butcher lunged into each other like a coiled viper thrusting into a charging bull. A clash that would surely be something to see.
”Word won’t get out, as long as things go as planned. That’s why I’m sending you Mr. Stork.” There was a long pause as the occupant took another puff from his invisible cigar, and filled the air once more with its sweet aroma. “I trust you to see things through.” Mr. Stork bent over, an extreme motion given his incredible height. He bowed gracefully and properly, like a gentleman or a butler.
“Your trust honors me. I will see your daughter returned safely. And ensure the silence of both the rogue Marine and the bandits on the mountain....”. He turned up his head ever so slightly, and the light from the window glinted off of his blood red eyes in a manner most unsettling. “....no matter how many of them I have to kill.”
———————-Meanwhile————————-
Andromeda stretched out her arms with an exxagerated sigh. Her joints popped noisily as she extended the stretch down her back and into her legs, making sure to hit every inch. It was only smart to stretch before a fight. Especially with her prosthetics in mind. They were far stronger than her limbs would be, and much more durable too. But if she didn’t keep them loose enough for the oil to spread through the joints, they could stick from time to time. Her father had done an incredible job on them, but even genius had limitations.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Crooks and Criminals! You’ve seen her knock One-Shot Johnson out cold in...well....ONE SHOT!” The crowd cheered wildly as the announcer riled them up. It had been several hours since night fell and the partying started. So everyone was either quite drunk at this point, or passed out. Mostly the former as the latter tended to get robbed of their belongings, stripped, and left in the mud to a very rude awakening in the morning. These Rock Dragons were a rowdy, noisy, and violent bunch. They were the worst kind of scoundrels. Killers and robbers, thieves who dealt in bloody money. Therefore Andromeda really didn’t feel bad for any of them as they beat each other senseless over petty disputes and wasted their money betting on the matches. In truth.....they were the lot of them the perfect mark.
”You saw her send the Flying Frankman flying out of the ring!” Another cheer. She had to admit the announcer knew how to get them excited and betting. Besides, this was exactly her kind of arena. She adored the attention. Even if it was from scoundrels. She wasn’t exactly a saint, but she wouldn’t kill for money. “But can she best the Beast of Shivre Mountain?! The IRON BUTCHER HIMSELF?” Ooooh....scary name. Andromeda cracked her neck and shook out her limbs. She was ready to do something flashy to really rake in the Beri. The first two she dropped hard and fast, to make a point. Now the drunkards were more riled up and betting more and more. Time to give them what they really wanted. A BIG finish! Done stretching, she slipped her hands into her oversized coat, unbuckled a clasp, and threw it over the ropes with a flourish. And the crowd went silent. Andromeda was exceptionally fit. She had a perfect combination of dangerous curves and tight muscle that made her look like a predatory animal. Her toothy grin didn’t alieve that image either. She was wearing just booty shorts and a chest band, which allowed her maximum mobility. Her dark skin glinted from the humidity in the firelight. The announcer didn’t miss a beat.
”It certainly looks like she thinks so! And who could blame her with a body like that! Even the Butcher must be quaking in his boots! Should we find out from the man himself? You know him...you LOVE TO HATE HIM! THE BEEEEEAAAAST OF SHIVRE MOOOOOUUUUNTAIN!” The crowd surrounding the muddy arena parted as a massive brute of a man strutted forward. He was wearing baggy pants and nothing else. His torso looked almost oversized for his slender legs, but his movements showed he was more than just a brute. He had the confidence and grace of a trained soldier. And he probably was. Andromeda grinned. It was about time they sent her someone who could actually fight! The hulking scoundrel jumped into the ring with flair, striking an aggressive pose with a fist in the air as he did, roaring into the air which riled the crowd into a frenzy. Up close Andromeda could see hundreds of scars. No area of skin more than six inches around was unmarred by marks of battle. Gunshot wounds, blade slashes, burns, and more. Even his face and hairless head was an encyclopedia of past wounds that gave him a severe appearance. He lowered his hand, and his gaze flamboyantly to point and look at Andromeda, then drew his fingers back and over his throat, signifying her death sentence.
”You know the rules! That there ARE no rules! Fight! Win! And show us A GOOD TIME!” With that a gun was fired, signifying the start of the match. Andromeda and the Butcher lunged into each other like a coiled viper thrusting into a charging bull. A clash that would surely be something to see.