Micaela wanted to end things in a single strike. He would die painlessly, without either the agony of bleeding out, or the humiliation of getting... *ahem* you know, to death.
Whoever created the execution process was truly sick in the mind.
Of course, you couldn't always get what you wanted. The man was nowhere near her level of strength. Still, he had some modicum of skill, so dispatching him in such an easy manner would surely draw unnecessary attention to herself.
Micaela didn't believe that Ilias was watching this man, but it was better to be cautious.
Of course, she'd come equipped with a standard sword. Obviously, she couldn't be hurt by him, but she had to make the fight convincing.
He slashed at her with surprising agility, but still, she parried easily. He kicked at her, but she jumped backwards, avoiding his foot. The kick had sent him off-balance, and with one well-placed shove, Micaela sent him sprawling on the ground. Before he could get up, she dashed forwards, aiming to impale him through the heart.
There was an audible *rip* of flesh as she rammed the sword through his chest/vital organs. Black, foul-smelling liquid beaded around the metal blade. Slowly, it flowed donwards, staining the grass.
He didn't move.
Micaela sighed, and ripped the sword from his abdomen. She then began the unpleasant process of checking for survivors.
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Jason was, of course, playing dead, as much as it pained him to do so. He wanted to get up and kill her, but she was too strong. He could risk a sneak attack, but it's possible that she'd catch him. There wasn't any real safe option.
The woman was holding back. It might not have been so clear to anyone watching the fight, but it was painfully obvious to Jason. Why was she holding back, though?
The answer to that question was unimportant. She was holding back. End of story. He'd wait until she thought he was dead. Then, when her gaurd was lowered, he'd flee.
The thought of running away made Jason angry, but it had to be done. He briefly wondered what his mother would think, but then quickly cut that thought short. Thinking like that would only make his mood worse.
She checked the bodies, looking for survivors. There were none, of course. Jason was good at that sort of thing.
The blonde woman sighed, and turned back towards him. She approached, and knelt by him, her sword pointed at his throat. He wasn't going to attack, but of course, she wouldn't have known that.
Cringing slightly, she slipped her fingers under the mask. Jason, with dawning horror, realized what she was about to do.
Delicately, she took off the mask, revealing his rotten face. Her eyes scanned his features, taking in the walking decay that was Jason Voorhees.
He expected amusement or disgust, something horrible like that. Instead, her expression was one of pity.
Jason restrained himself from trying to rip her heart out. Her pity made him sick.
She slipped the mask back onto his head, and sighed.
"... You poor soul." She muttered.
That... That bitch! Fuck this, just kill her!
Jason nearly recoiled at that. Where did that come from? No one else was there, not that he could tell. The woman didn't react to it, either.
Did... Did that come from inside his head?
Certainly, he didn't say that. His mother taught him that swearing was wrong and immoral. Only bad people said such things, and it was Jason's job to make the bad people go away.
But, If he didn't say that, then who did?
Jason decided to save that train of thought for later, mentally filing it away in his brain.
The woman, after staring at him for several more moments, pushed the blade through his neck, slitting his throat. The vile liquid sprayed out, soaking both of them. The blonde woman cringed.
Jason nearly laughed, but managed to remain still. Slitting his throat wouldn't do any good, but she didn't know that.
She waited a minute or so, watching for any trace of movement. After what felt like an eternity, but in all actuality was only three minutes, she relented.
The woman turned, and marched back to the village, no doubt getting help to collect the bodies.
He dared not move until she was out of sight, and even then, he waited longer. After about ten minutes passed, he made a break for it, making sure to gather one of the swords. It was no machete, but it would have to do.
Silently, he crept through the forest, careful not to be seen. It was almost as if he had become one with the shadow. It made sense, as he had lived in the woods for an absurd amount of time. Now that he thought about it, he realized that he hadn't been to the city since he was a child.
A thought ocurred to Jason. What would he do? He couldn't get back home, as far as he was aware, and he had no real objective. All he could do was just cluelessly wander around.
Get to Sentora, idiot.
There was that voice again. Where was it coming from? It didn't seem like something that would come out from his mind, so where did it come from?
This was getting repetitive.
The voice had gone silent afterwards, though, so that was good.
The voice had mentioned a place called Sentora. Jason had never heard of it, but he felt drawn to it. A powerful urge to travel had overtaken him.
He had a mission, though he knew not what it was.
Well, it's not like he had anything better to do.
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Where the fuck am I?
Seriously, waking up in wierd places seems to have become the norm. That was... Actually a little depressing, when I thought about it.
It was pitch black. I tried to look around, only to find that I couldn't move.
Suddenly, a flash of bright light appeared before me. When I gazed within it, It was looking through someone else's eyes.
A figure stood before them, showing the utmost confidence.
Is that the blonde lady?
Indeed, it was. She, as I had learned, was no slouch.
Thinking of that fight made my nonexistent blood boil. I shouted profanities at her, too angry to think about anything else. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do.
So basically, I was subjected to watching her kick the living shit out of whoever this was.
There was a strange sensation in my head, and it took me a moment to realize that they were thoughts. However, they weren't my own.
That was disconcerting. Quickly though, I realized that they were the thoughts of the man I was currently spectating. He didn't seem to know I was there, which was both comforting, and slightly unsettling at the same time.
After the first few moments, the situation lost its magic. Bored, I slowly zoned out, closing my eyes.
I wasn't sure how long I slept, but when I awoke, the man was no longer with the blonde lady.
He was considering what to do next, obviously not knowing of the objective.
It was really frustrating, listening to him. I'm not even sure why, but it infuriated me to no end.
"GET TO SENTORA, IDIOT" I shouted angrily.
That proved to be a mistake. It seemed that he heard me, somehow.
This could be bad.
Thankfully, he didn't question further, opting instead to simply heed my advice.
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This was going to take a while...
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Granberia was a little bit concerned.
Alice had summoned her to speak in private, which never usually happened.
She'd picked some secluded spot in the woods, away from Luka. That, Granberia supposed, made sense. Whatever topic was so important that Alice had actually called her in to formally discuss it... It must've been of utmost importance.
So here they were, in the woods. Granberia bowed, showing her respect.
"Lord Alice." She adressed. "What is it that you require of me?"
Alice sighed, and shook her head. It was clear that something was troubling her.
"You fought the masked man, correct?" She asked. "In Harpy village?"
Granberia nodded.
"Yes, my lord." She said. "I killed him."
Alice raised her eyebrow.
"I sliced him into pieces," Granberia continued. "They dropped his remains in a sack, and threw it into the lake."
Alice sighed again.
"He lived." Alice said, her voice icy.
Granberia's expression briefly took on surprise, before swiftly being replaced with a mask of disciplined indifference.
"What would you have me do, my lord?" She asked. "I can hunt him down within the day, if it is your will."
"No." Alice sighed. "You have more important duties than hunting him. However, if you catch him by coincidence, you are allowed to fight."
Granberia nodded.
"Yes, my lord."
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Jason hadn't read anything in a loooong time. So long, in fact, that he didn't even realize he could still do it. Besides, it's not like it'd ever be useful, right?
Jason, after reading a signpost that pointed towards Iliasport, decided to rescind that last statement.
He needed to get out to sea. He wasn't sure why, but he just instinctually knew that Sentora was a different continent.
That was actually really weird, in Jason's opinion. But really, who was he to say what was and wasn't weird?
Jason shook his head. He was getting distracted. He was wasting time. He still didn't know what he was supposed to be doing on Sentora, but that thought never crossed his mind. Ever since the voice mentioned it, all he could think of was getting to Sentora.
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Jason decided that was concerning.
A/N: This one was a bit short, but I had to get it out.
I feel like I should mention that this chapter was written from the span of 4 A.M to 6 A.M. I don't know if this chapter sounds terrible, but I don't think it's too bad. But hey, I haven't slept in 24 hours, so what do I know?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pass out in my bed now.