Number 3, Audrey, had seen quite a few things during her tenure as a warrior. Her status as a single digit all but guaranteed that she would thrown head first into the breach. Ranging from cleaning large nests of Yoma-horrific man eating beasts standing nearly 8 feet tall with razor sharp teeth and claws, a thick leathery hide, and the ability to disguise itself as ordanry man, to the Awakend Beings-failed members of their ranks who had lost control of their power and had completely given themselves over to their Yoma half, becoming just as monsterous as the creatures they had fought.
And yet, despite-or perhaps in spite of-all her training and experience the proud single digit stood before a creature of immense power-capable of rending entire worlds into blasted wastelands; destroying the civilizations on it and stripping it of its resources inorder to fuel it own war effort. It was something that precious few could even hope to stop, let alone fight.
A sentient, self-replicating engine of war-an almalgamate of not one, but two entire civilizations worth of scientific and cultural knowledge.
Said monstrosity, in the guise of a young man in his early twenties, with green eyes and brown hair, and dressed in a humble outfit of a shirt, pants, a simple coat made of a material he called denim and soft shoes, was currently hunched over clutching his knees. "Ugh..." he groaned, belching slightly-the puddle of sick on the ground indicating his current misfortune. The hybrid let out a fustrated sigh, making sure to keep out of the way just in case.
"I told you not to overdo it." She scolded, mix of mirth at her companion's misfortune, annoyance at the fact he hadn't listened to her advice, and resignation at the fact he'd probably would do it again.
He shot a baleful glare at her, making sure to put his full fury behind it. "You try being stuck in a cold metal shell for god-knows-how-long and then finally get your biological body back and see how long you last before-"
"-Indulging yourself in a few simple, long denied pleasures?" she finished, crossing her arms as she leaned against the side of a building, "You've said this before." His glare intensified, as if he were attempting to set her alight. A shudder ran down the warrior's spine inspite of herself-but she held firm; returning his gaze. They held stareing contest for a while-green meeting silver-and then burst out laughing. Standing up straight, he barely came up to her sholders-most Hybrids towered over men, with her standing just over 6 feet. She suspected he could've easily made it so he could stand eye level with her, but chose other wise.
"So," he inquired, taking a swig from a metal canteen, swishing water around then spitting it out, "Did ya get the critter?" She snorted-of course that'd be first thing he'd ask. "Was their any doubt?" She replied, walking past him into the street-making sure not to step in the vomit puddle.
"Weeellll..." Audrey shot a look over her shoulder, daring him to finish his sentence. He trailed off for a moment, moving his hand in a so-so gesture. "There was that one time, ya know, with the big ugly-well muscled, kinda dumb, looked like a pig."
This drew a chuckle. "I didn't think it looked like a pig-more like a sqaushed frog." The incident in question had been one of the first awakened hunts she'd been on-coincidentally meeting her companion for the first time.
That day had been...interesting, to say the least.
"Maybe after I bombed the hell outta it."
Well, perhaps more than interesting-the forest would recover.
Eventually...
"So where we off to next?" He asked, attempting and failing to match her stride-he had to practically jog to keep up at times. Feeling somewhat vindictive, she didn't bother slowing down.
"Wherever they decide to send us next." Audrey replied, not looking back as they approached the village outskirts. "You'd think the organization would already have a mission for us." A twinge of annoyance colored her thoughts at this.
"For us?" She repiled, rasing an eybrow at this statement, "Last I checked I'm the one who does most heavy lifting-you're just along for the ride." She heard his bemused chuckle. "Yeah," He said, his tone suddenly playful, "Maybe when ot comes to taking out the trash, but when big jobs come along I got the skills to pay the bills."
It was one of the other discussions they had-Audrey had, much to her chargin, brought her companion along for a few hunts and clearing some yoma nests along the way. Even now, she wondered if it had been a particularly wise decision on her part, and how many more burned husks of a town and craters would be left behind before their time together ended.
Hopefully not too many more.
"Come along, Commander. We have ways to travel."
A/N: Been awhile hasn't it? We'll see how far this gets. Hopefully the plot bunny doesn't die. Anyways, this a crossover between Claymore and Total Annihilation, nobody really goes into the Crossover section-so it got posted here.