Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 39
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Karl snarled in anger, being pretty sure that quite a bit of the liquid drenching his clothes was not actually rain. A lot of it was sweat.
His hammer's arcs were no longer perfect, the weight dragging him with it at times. He was tiring. Alcina better be fucking grateful for this!
Luckily, it seemed that their attackers were also tiring of dying. Occasionally, he could spot a lone form - or a few, once - flee the battle. Their reserves were running out and with those, the willingness to die. At least, he hoped that was what this was and not that they were getting some new weapon.
He was napping for a whole day once this was over and done with, perhaps even invading Alcina's place for one of her fancy couches to do so. She'd be morally obliged to let him after all this. His Soldats were practically all gone at this point and while he could perhaps be convinced to not need them for Miranda anymore, they were still useful!
Even their mother was tiring, her explosions neither as large nor as frequent as they had been at the beginning of this battle.
Kicking aside a corpse to get closer to his next victim, his thoughts strayed at the strange feeling of the form even has his body continued to cave in his opponent's head. Using the brief break as the mercenary fell like a sack of potatoes, he kicked it again. It felt more like kicking a pile of bones than an entire body.
"Well, guess I know how the little mushroom got so big." Certainly an interesting strategy.
Snorting, he imagined how big the bowl would have to get for her now. A swimming-pool might not be enough now. Well, luckily her mother had practically the biggest house of all of them. She'd manage to find a spot... somewhere... probably... hopefully...
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Donna felt her sister's muscles tighten under her arms. That man... she did not even need to ask Alcina who that was. Her own hand curled around the neck of her sister. Now that her dolls were no longer being targeted, her mind was slowly able to focus on their situation again... and what a situation it was.
She was cold, the rain draining her warmth even considering it was still summer.
"Do you trust me...?" Alcina had placed her larger frame firmly between her and the people who hesitated inside the door still. Were they trying to figure out how to best capture them without them falling down the entire tower? Probably.
"Always." She breathed it, pressing herself against her sister. Her grip tightened even more when hearing a pained grunt from the Dimitrescu matriarch and she felt herself suddenly be shielded from the elements.
Eyes snapping upward, the Dollmaker looked in awe at the wings spreading around them. She had heard of the fabled alternate form of her sister, but never actually seen it!
The transformation catapulted their attackers into movement, bullets whizzing past her. She saw a few hit Alcina, blood briefly blooming on her white dress, but despite being weakened, her healing-factor seemed able to keep up. Still, clearly her sister was not intending to risk anything, wheeling around and easily mounting the balustrade. For a normal woman, the thing would have been waist-height at least. For the oldest surviving child of Mother Miranda, it was just a bit over knee-high and only a minor hurdle.
Donna felt herself be swung into both her sister's arms as the older woman threw herself forward, free of the tower.
Gasping, she noted a trickle of blood running down from the other's mouth. She was no where near recovered enough for both healing new injuries and transforming! "Alcina!"
"I... can manage..." And while the wind made it hard for her to judge, Donna was pretty certain they were in a barely controlled free-fall rather than proper flight. A suspicion that was proven when they nearly hit another tower, the elder Dimitrescu wheeling around to take the hit and then having to kick them off and away so they wouldn't just fall straight down.
They hit the ground hard, Alcina again curling around the younger woman protectively. If not for the fact she managed to aim for one of the flowerbeds, soft from recent work and further softened from the torrential rains, she'd have broken quite a few bones.
Donna scrambled off her as quickly as she could, taking hold of one of the white-clad arms. "We have to move!"
"Yes..." Groaning, the older woman gingerly found her footing. Her wings seemed to fall apart again, her body unable to sustain both them and her healing-factor. Stumbling, they managed to get to the pathway beside the field.
"Where to?" She cried out when a bullet impacted beside her, spraying her feet with gravel.
"Elsewhere." Alcina muttered, herding her in front, clearly intending to form a human shield. "The cellars have an access to the outside."
"There then." The Dollmaker struggled to move quickly in her wet dress, feeling actually glad that her veil had flown free sometime earlier. Trying to breath through wet fabric would not be doing her any favours. Her cadou-scar throbbed, aching with the need to check on its' parts. That would have to wait a good bit. First they needed to get away!
Once in a while, a bullet would come near them, the white dress of her sister too easy a target, even in this weather. Most thankfully flew wide, thrown off course by the wind and poor vision, but a few times she heard the other woman hiss when someone had aimed well.
They ducked into one of the covered passageways, a few torches holding out against the storm overhead.
Behind her, her sister gasped... and then screamed sharply. Wheeling around as quickly as she could, she saw the other woman fall like a felled tree. "Alcina!"