Post by dazbreaker on Apr 8, 2021 21:47:38 GMT -5
Wicked had never controlled this many. Nor had she ever been this hurt before. She stood as still as a corpse, eyes locked on the marine, jaw clenched tight. Her hands were out, fingers splayed, palms aimed at her target.
Shandra and Angela were doing a great job, but the Marine man wasn't going down. Wicked couldn't seem hurt him, but she intended to do everything she could to try. Even if all she could do was hold him down. Wicked gritted her teeth, mentally pushing her minions to fight with eveyrthing they had.
They didn't shriek. They didn't howl.
They were as silent as the grave, only the sound of clicking bones and chattering teeth followed them, a sign of Wicked's inner world at peace. Or at the very least it was focused. Angela and Shandra attacked the marine, taking advantage of the opening. Seeing an opportunity, Wicked straightened her back and took a deep breath. Wicked clapped her hands in front of her, then formed a square using her index fingers and thumbs, a little window capturing her horde of two dozen skeletons.
This was stupid. But she had to try. She had to be strong.
"LEVEL UP!" The sudden drain on her reserves almost made her vomit outright. Wicked froze, using every ounce of her fortitude to remain standing. Bright green eyes trembled wide as a trickle of blood oozed out from her nose.
They didn't shriek before. They didn't howl. But they did now. All at once the Skeletons let out an inhuman, hissing scream. Their bones grew thicker, they grew taller. Wicked choked down bile as she held the connection with all her might, but looked with pride at the warrior minions growing before her.
Through gritted teeth, with venom on her tongue. She spoke in a hiss that mirrored her creations. "RIP AND TEAR."
Her minions hurled themselves at the marine, battering him with their bodies, fists, feet, and skulls. He fought back, smashing her skeletons with every strike. But she wasn't done. Wicked forced the broken ones back together, pushing herself harder and harder to keep up. As quickly as he broke them, they came back together while the others kept her target occupied. The blows rained down on him like a rain of bones. They choked, grabbed, yanked, hit and hammered at the man. And he grew more and more furious with every moment she kept him stalled there.
"Angela." Wicked gasped. "Shandra." It was hard to speak, and everything was going black. The blood streamed down her face now, from her tear ducts as well as her nose. She felt numb, and she would lose control at any moment. This was the best she could do. It had to be enough. "FINISH. IT."