Post by dazbreaker on Sept 15, 2020 20:47:36 GMT -5
Wicked stared coldly on. Unaffected by the carnage happening ahead of her. Her two minions forming her throne walked forward down the pier with eerie grace and steadiness. Many of the criminal fighters went down almost immediately, dragged down from the pier by silently screaming skeletons covered in algae and seaweed. The men tried to fight. But they did not understand what they were even fighting. Blades bit into bone, chipped off of bare skulls, and bullets almost ineffectively cracking through their bodies when hit at all.
At one point a man tried to shoot at Wicked. His bullet might have hit its mark if it wasn’t for Skeleman throwing himself in the path of the projectile. His thicker, more armored rib cage took the bullet without a crack, and the skeleton flew unharmed onto the pier one row over.
“Skeleman. You have a job. Go make sure the others are ok. I’ll be fine here.” She commanded sternly. He was still splashing his legs trying to climb up when her powers carried her voice to him despite the distance. He snapped up, giving her a fake salute, then turned on his bony heels and sprinted down the pier towards the building where Angela and Shandra where having their conflict. Upon reaching the building, he lunged into the air, tucked himself into a tight ball of bones, and smashed through a window.
“Adorable buffoon.” Wicked shook her head with a sigh. Her skeletons rising up in masse, several dozen of them. Men were struggling to swim all around, unable to reach back up to the pier. The remaining criminals had regrouped at the end, a large dockbased warehouse much bigger than the one Shandra had attacked. It was connected to the shore, which was a good thing for Wicked. She only had to destroy these soldiers to get back to a place of relative safety. This was an acceptable challenge.
“Awaken.” She held out her hands and splayed her fingers wide, focusing her energy into the small army ahead of her. The flames in the skulls of five of the minions ignited. This was a gamble. They would not be able to go back in the water without her losing the life force inside that fire. But they would be stronger now….as they should be. The rest of the more mindless skeletons would serve as her battering ram. They were driven only by the base feeling she had when they were made. They were not the silly creatures afflicted by Wickeds whimsy. These were little more than animals driven by the Gravediggers justice.
“Forward.” She issued a mental command, and the five normal minions pressed through the mass of still advancing lesser skeletons. Wicked felt the drain on her energy quite strongly. Empowering Skeleman, awakening five, the two beneath her, and the dozen or so lesser minions….she couldn’t remember the last time she’d pushed herself this far. Why was she trying so hard?
“Everyone fire!” The criminals remaining leader shouted, and they let off a barrage of bullets that smashed into the tightly packed skeletons. The lesser ones that fell apart couldn’t put themselves back together, instead scrambled or dragged themselves where they didn’t fall over entirely. A man ran to join the soldiers holding a personal cannon. Wicked issued a command mentally, and several of her normal minions grabbed others, dragging them together and in front of them to form a barricade of interlocked bones. The Cannon sounded, and a heavy metal ball smashed into the barricade, blowing several of the lesser skeletons apart, but the need to reload gave her normals the chance they needed. They burst forward, lurching down the pier at an unsettling pace, their janky motions making them hard to hit by the riflemen. Before the criminals could respond, the five were on them, smashing….kicking….gouging….biting….as merciless as Wickeds own advance down the dock. She let the lesser minions all fall away, dismissing them to reserve her energy.
“Do get me off this pier please?” Wicked sighed, placing her chin on her right hand, assuming an air of boredom as her skeletons assaulted the men, and she approached the warehouse.
At one point a man tried to shoot at Wicked. His bullet might have hit its mark if it wasn’t for Skeleman throwing himself in the path of the projectile. His thicker, more armored rib cage took the bullet without a crack, and the skeleton flew unharmed onto the pier one row over.
“Skeleman. You have a job. Go make sure the others are ok. I’ll be fine here.” She commanded sternly. He was still splashing his legs trying to climb up when her powers carried her voice to him despite the distance. He snapped up, giving her a fake salute, then turned on his bony heels and sprinted down the pier towards the building where Angela and Shandra where having their conflict. Upon reaching the building, he lunged into the air, tucked himself into a tight ball of bones, and smashed through a window.
“Adorable buffoon.” Wicked shook her head with a sigh. Her skeletons rising up in masse, several dozen of them. Men were struggling to swim all around, unable to reach back up to the pier. The remaining criminals had regrouped at the end, a large dockbased warehouse much bigger than the one Shandra had attacked. It was connected to the shore, which was a good thing for Wicked. She only had to destroy these soldiers to get back to a place of relative safety. This was an acceptable challenge.
“Awaken.” She held out her hands and splayed her fingers wide, focusing her energy into the small army ahead of her. The flames in the skulls of five of the minions ignited. This was a gamble. They would not be able to go back in the water without her losing the life force inside that fire. But they would be stronger now….as they should be. The rest of the more mindless skeletons would serve as her battering ram. They were driven only by the base feeling she had when they were made. They were not the silly creatures afflicted by Wickeds whimsy. These were little more than animals driven by the Gravediggers justice.
“Forward.” She issued a mental command, and the five normal minions pressed through the mass of still advancing lesser skeletons. Wicked felt the drain on her energy quite strongly. Empowering Skeleman, awakening five, the two beneath her, and the dozen or so lesser minions….she couldn’t remember the last time she’d pushed herself this far. Why was she trying so hard?
“Everyone fire!” The criminals remaining leader shouted, and they let off a barrage of bullets that smashed into the tightly packed skeletons. The lesser ones that fell apart couldn’t put themselves back together, instead scrambled or dragged themselves where they didn’t fall over entirely. A man ran to join the soldiers holding a personal cannon. Wicked issued a command mentally, and several of her normal minions grabbed others, dragging them together and in front of them to form a barricade of interlocked bones. The Cannon sounded, and a heavy metal ball smashed into the barricade, blowing several of the lesser skeletons apart, but the need to reload gave her normals the chance they needed. They burst forward, lurching down the pier at an unsettling pace, their janky motions making them hard to hit by the riflemen. Before the criminals could respond, the five were on them, smashing….kicking….gouging….biting….as merciless as Wickeds own advance down the dock. She let the lesser minions all fall away, dismissing them to reserve her energy.
“Do get me off this pier please?” Wicked sighed, placing her chin on her right hand, assuming an air of boredom as her skeletons assaulted the men, and she approached the warehouse.