It had been around half of a day since Orson had received emotions once again. He smiled at first, but now he was tired. "Shiris...Wait! Shiris! C'mon! SHIRIS!" The redheaded mercenary looked over her shoulder and sighed.
"Orson, will you just shut up?! We're all tired! Can't you see that? So just shut up and walk like the rest of us!" Orson cowered in fear, but something snapped.
"No, Shiris."
"What?"
"I said no. I don't have to listen to you anymore. I'm stronger than you, I just realized," he stated with wide eyes. "You no longer control what I do. You have no right to push me around!" Shiris simply could not believe what he was telling her. The group turned and watched the odd display as well, their ears disbelieving what Orson was shouting. Shiris simply snorted and spit by his feet.
"I said shut up, and I mean shut up!" Orson growled angrily as an utter hate for this woman passed over him. Must...kill...
"Must...kill...SHIRIS!" Orson unsheathed his sword and ran after her. Shiris' eyes went are wide as they could get and turned to run. "Oh no you don't!" he cried as he slashed at her a few times, barely missing her thin, bony legs with his gigantic sword.
"Orson, please! Stop it, Orson!" Shiris cried helplessly, drawing her small, puny, toothpick of a sword. She then turned around to try and defend herself, but it was in vain. Orson took a sharp swing at her unguarded flesh. Blood poured from her open stomach wound as the once-Berserker took another swing. This time, Shiris' entrails began to swarm from her stomach and she fell to the dusty ground, desperately clawing at her insides. She had just enough time left to see Orson's blade fall down onto her shoulders and sever her head.
The expressionless, bloody, redheaded mass rolled to one side, and then continued it course down the hill. The group looked on with wonder, then at Orson, who was now hacking up the bloody remains of Shiris. Parn swallowed a bit, and then grinned.
"Well, let's be on our way."
"Orson, will you just shut up?! We're all tired! Can't you see that? So just shut up and walk like the rest of us!" Orson cowered in fear, but something snapped.
"No, Shiris."
"What?"
"I said no. I don't have to listen to you anymore. I'm stronger than you, I just realized," he stated with wide eyes. "You no longer control what I do. You have no right to push me around!" Shiris simply could not believe what he was telling her. The group turned and watched the odd display as well, their ears disbelieving what Orson was shouting. Shiris simply snorted and spit by his feet.
"I said shut up, and I mean shut up!" Orson growled angrily as an utter hate for this woman passed over him. Must...kill...
"Must...kill...SHIRIS!" Orson unsheathed his sword and ran after her. Shiris' eyes went are wide as they could get and turned to run. "Oh no you don't!" he cried as he slashed at her a few times, barely missing her thin, bony legs with his gigantic sword.
"Orson, please! Stop it, Orson!" Shiris cried helplessly, drawing her small, puny, toothpick of a sword. She then turned around to try and defend herself, but it was in vain. Orson took a sharp swing at her unguarded flesh. Blood poured from her open stomach wound as the once-Berserker took another swing. This time, Shiris' entrails began to swarm from her stomach and she fell to the dusty ground, desperately clawing at her insides. She had just enough time left to see Orson's blade fall down onto her shoulders and sever her head.
The expressionless, bloody, redheaded mass rolled to one side, and then continued it course down the hill. The group looked on with wonder, then at Orson, who was now hacking up the bloody remains of Shiris. Parn swallowed a bit, and then grinned.
"Well, let's be on our way."