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(except for Lei-Fang ^_^ she's mine).
Well, here it is, chapter 2. I'm a little disappointed about the lack of reviews, but then this isn't the greatest piece of writing. I just put this up because my buddy Justine threatened me with multiple forms of torture if I didn't. Though I could easily escape those threats I decided to humor her. Anyhow, just for clarification, Saboraz (who was mentioned in the last chapter) is not a pokemon, but a bitbeast (For those of you who don't know, bitbeasts are the monsters used in Beyblade). Uhh. Oh ya! This chapter contains quite a bit of violence, blood, and mild swearing, so don't say I didn't warn you. *clasps hands together * Come on guys, I really need a review or two, even if it's nothing but flames.
Well, enjoy the latest product of my insane madness.
The Lei-Fang Chronicles
By Jay-Chan Chapter 2
By now Storm's confuse ray was beginning to wear off. At least now the rockets in the next room remembered they had to check on something in Lei- Fangs cell, but they couldn't remember what it was.
Resolving that the best way to figure it out was to just go check, they locked the door and proceeded down the hallway to the cell. Because Storm's confuse ray hadn't completely worn off yet, they forgot that they were supposed to send only 2 of their number to check, so they all went. Hoping they would encounter something edible, they eagerly unlocked the door and let it creak open.
They were greeted by flying steel.
With a war-like cry, Lei-Fang's chains caught the first rocket across the chest, ripping a wound open that reached as deep as his ribs and flinging him back into his fellows. Before they could even react, she had mangled a second's ribs and collar bone, and a third had received an obviously fatal wound that ran from his neck to his waist. All three were barely conscious.
Three more remained. One drew a knife, another a gun, and the final one readied an already bloodied whip. Storm's blood. Lei-Fang's eye glinted dangerously. Her pupils went from normal to cat-like slits as she zeroed in on the whip.
Racing forward, she wound up and knocked the legs out from under the gunner and knocked the other over, catching him just below the shoulder. Both went down with a sickening crack! The final one lashed out desperately with his whip, catching her a blow in the face; but this did not, could not stop the chain-wielding fury-filled typhoon that was currently Lie-Fang. The wiper never stood a chance.
Lei-Fang landed a powerful punch into his chest, sending him flying backwards. Teleporting behind him, she kicked him in the back, sending him tumbling forwards. Finally, she teleported in front of him and punch hard, hitting him squarely in the face. He flew into the wall and sunk down with a groan, a smeared trail of blood where his head was.
Lei-Fang clenched and unclenched her fists, breathing deeply. Her body still ached feverishly. Closing her eyes, she tried desperately to calm herself down. After a moment, she glanced around the room at the humans who were ebbing their lives away; some conscious, some not.
If Lei-Fang had had the energy and time to walk over to the wall and bang her head on it, she would have. "Lei-Fang, you idiot!" She almost shouted at herself. It's the first rule in any warrior's book, dumb-ass! She thought, not wanting to shout any more because of her condition. Think before you friggin' act!
Fear began to rise in her. What the hell was she supposed to do with these people? She couldn't just leave them hear like this! A particularly loud and gurgley cough made her turn. It was the second rocket she had hit. Large quantities of somewhat foamy blood leaked out of his mouth.
"H-h. hel.p," He coughed violently, spewing a little blood at Lei-Fang's feet. Lei-Fang pulled away slightly, unsure of what to do. The young man's breathing became even more labored, with a watery sucking sound every time he breathed in. "P. pl. lea. se." He managed between gasps. His eyes began to glaze over.
Lei-Fang winced. She knew what kind of pain he was in; as a fighter (particularly a martial artist), she had felt it before. But she only knew a couple healing methods off-hand, and a couple minor spells, none of which were exactly 100% reliable. But she wouldn't forgive herself if she let these guys die. They were, after all, still young.
"Ugh," Lei-Fang muttered, and looked at the one who had spoken again. Strange, he seemed somehow. familiar.
She checked his pulse. Her eyes widened. "Oh crap," she said aloud. He was going, and fast. Glancing around the room, she noted a couple off them were practically gone. She wasn't even sure if the whip bearer was still alive.
"Wait, I've got it!" She said aloud, snapping her fingers. Maybe she could do some of then more vital healing to all of them at once.
Closing her eyes, she focused with everything she had. She began chanting a spell in elvish, letting some of her ki trickle out of her and flow into the bodies around her. Lei-Fang opened one eye a bit to check on her progress. They were healing, but some weren't healing fast enough. Closing her eyes again, she tied to relax, and started chanting another spell.
Finally, she opened her eyes. Her victim's wounds weren't healed a lot, but at least now they wouldn't die.
"Mental note to self," She muttered under her breath, "on my next trip to Middle Earth, get Elrond to teach me some better spells." Something stirred behind her and made her turn. The rocket who had spoken to her sat up a little, coughing hard and spraying a little blood. He held his head and moaned.
"Am I dead?" He asked, talking to no one in particular.
Lei-Fang turned, and was about to offer a hand when there was a metallic clicking sound. "Don't take another step, bitch." Came a pained voice from behind her. Lei-Fang turned, startled, and found herself staring into the wavering nozzle of a gun.
Dum dum DUMMMMMM! Oh my, what will happen to Lei-Fang? Will she get shot? Will I have to come up with a new protagonist? Lol, like I'd tell you. yet. I've got it all written down in my pretty notebook labeled "Products of Chaotic Boredom"! *pats note book * *pages fall out * Ah well. *points to review button * you know you wanna^_^!
Well, here it is, chapter 2. I'm a little disappointed about the lack of reviews, but then this isn't the greatest piece of writing. I just put this up because my buddy Justine threatened me with multiple forms of torture if I didn't. Though I could easily escape those threats I decided to humor her. Anyhow, just for clarification, Saboraz (who was mentioned in the last chapter) is not a pokemon, but a bitbeast (For those of you who don't know, bitbeasts are the monsters used in Beyblade). Uhh. Oh ya! This chapter contains quite a bit of violence, blood, and mild swearing, so don't say I didn't warn you. *clasps hands together * Come on guys, I really need a review or two, even if it's nothing but flames.
Well, enjoy the latest product of my insane madness.
The Lei-Fang Chronicles
By Jay-Chan Chapter 2
By now Storm's confuse ray was beginning to wear off. At least now the rockets in the next room remembered they had to check on something in Lei- Fangs cell, but they couldn't remember what it was.
Resolving that the best way to figure it out was to just go check, they locked the door and proceeded down the hallway to the cell. Because Storm's confuse ray hadn't completely worn off yet, they forgot that they were supposed to send only 2 of their number to check, so they all went. Hoping they would encounter something edible, they eagerly unlocked the door and let it creak open.
They were greeted by flying steel.
With a war-like cry, Lei-Fang's chains caught the first rocket across the chest, ripping a wound open that reached as deep as his ribs and flinging him back into his fellows. Before they could even react, she had mangled a second's ribs and collar bone, and a third had received an obviously fatal wound that ran from his neck to his waist. All three were barely conscious.
Three more remained. One drew a knife, another a gun, and the final one readied an already bloodied whip. Storm's blood. Lei-Fang's eye glinted dangerously. Her pupils went from normal to cat-like slits as she zeroed in on the whip.
Racing forward, she wound up and knocked the legs out from under the gunner and knocked the other over, catching him just below the shoulder. Both went down with a sickening crack! The final one lashed out desperately with his whip, catching her a blow in the face; but this did not, could not stop the chain-wielding fury-filled typhoon that was currently Lie-Fang. The wiper never stood a chance.
Lei-Fang landed a powerful punch into his chest, sending him flying backwards. Teleporting behind him, she kicked him in the back, sending him tumbling forwards. Finally, she teleported in front of him and punch hard, hitting him squarely in the face. He flew into the wall and sunk down with a groan, a smeared trail of blood where his head was.
Lei-Fang clenched and unclenched her fists, breathing deeply. Her body still ached feverishly. Closing her eyes, she tried desperately to calm herself down. After a moment, she glanced around the room at the humans who were ebbing their lives away; some conscious, some not.
If Lei-Fang had had the energy and time to walk over to the wall and bang her head on it, she would have. "Lei-Fang, you idiot!" She almost shouted at herself. It's the first rule in any warrior's book, dumb-ass! She thought, not wanting to shout any more because of her condition. Think before you friggin' act!
Fear began to rise in her. What the hell was she supposed to do with these people? She couldn't just leave them hear like this! A particularly loud and gurgley cough made her turn. It was the second rocket she had hit. Large quantities of somewhat foamy blood leaked out of his mouth.
"H-h. hel.p," He coughed violently, spewing a little blood at Lei-Fang's feet. Lei-Fang pulled away slightly, unsure of what to do. The young man's breathing became even more labored, with a watery sucking sound every time he breathed in. "P. pl. lea. se." He managed between gasps. His eyes began to glaze over.
Lei-Fang winced. She knew what kind of pain he was in; as a fighter (particularly a martial artist), she had felt it before. But she only knew a couple healing methods off-hand, and a couple minor spells, none of which were exactly 100% reliable. But she wouldn't forgive herself if she let these guys die. They were, after all, still young.
"Ugh," Lei-Fang muttered, and looked at the one who had spoken again. Strange, he seemed somehow. familiar.
She checked his pulse. Her eyes widened. "Oh crap," she said aloud. He was going, and fast. Glancing around the room, she noted a couple off them were practically gone. She wasn't even sure if the whip bearer was still alive.
"Wait, I've got it!" She said aloud, snapping her fingers. Maybe she could do some of then more vital healing to all of them at once.
Closing her eyes, she focused with everything she had. She began chanting a spell in elvish, letting some of her ki trickle out of her and flow into the bodies around her. Lei-Fang opened one eye a bit to check on her progress. They were healing, but some weren't healing fast enough. Closing her eyes again, she tied to relax, and started chanting another spell.
Finally, she opened her eyes. Her victim's wounds weren't healed a lot, but at least now they wouldn't die.
"Mental note to self," She muttered under her breath, "on my next trip to Middle Earth, get Elrond to teach me some better spells." Something stirred behind her and made her turn. The rocket who had spoken to her sat up a little, coughing hard and spraying a little blood. He held his head and moaned.
"Am I dead?" He asked, talking to no one in particular.
Lei-Fang turned, and was about to offer a hand when there was a metallic clicking sound. "Don't take another step, bitch." Came a pained voice from behind her. Lei-Fang turned, startled, and found herself staring into the wavering nozzle of a gun.
Dum dum DUMMMMMM! Oh my, what will happen to Lei-Fang? Will she get shot? Will I have to come up with a new protagonist? Lol, like I'd tell you. yet. I've got it all written down in my pretty notebook labeled "Products of Chaotic Boredom"! *pats note book * *pages fall out * Ah well. *points to review button * you know you wanna^_^!