The tribunal is a combination of military and tactical experts who believe dethklok are the modern reincarnations of the ultimate evil in ancient sumarian times and they DO have a habit of making supernatural things happen via their music... But the tribunal has made several attempts to off dethklok because of their suspicions anyway, so I am writing the ULTIMATE showdown pic. I hope you like it!
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Flame joined them in their Hatredcopter on the way to their next gig so she could be briefed by Charles, the band's manager and legal council. She was to be assigned a bodyguard position, something the roadies usually did. She would not be required to wear a mask. She signed the pain waivers and the other paperwork.
Nathan kept watch on her out of the corner of his eye.
"You got something for that girl?" asked Murderface.
"No," said Nathan. He watched as she took a seat on the edge of the room and stared at them all.
"Then whys do you keeps staring at hers?" asked Skwisgaar.
"I am here, y'know," she spoke up.
"What, you wants a be here awards?" asked Skwisgaar.
"Not really," she replied cooly. She flipped her dark red hair off her shoulder and sighed.
""You dicks got a problem? She's gonna be the new bodyguard for us," scolded Nathan.
"Pfft. Her? De new bodyguards? She's gots no leav kerage over mes," mocked Skwisgaar.
"Hey Flame. Show'him," grunted Nathan.
She flashed what could only be described as an evil smile, her artificially violet eyes getting a mischieveous gleam. Brutal.
"Hey, what's you doings?" Skwisgaar demanded. Flame was hoisting him to his feeet, both hands wrapped around his skinny upper arms. Once he was on his feet, despite the radical height disadvantage, she punched him so hard his feet left the floor and he went down. His guitar must've slammed into his crotch, thought Nathan, because he grabbed said area and groaned.
"That's why she's a bodyguard. She held those worthless maggots off me when I fell offstage before," grunted Nathan.
"Ugggggh... I believes you... " grunted Skwisgaar. He got to his feet, wincing at the pain in his bruised balls and stared at the short-than-usual bodyguard as if he couldn' believe his eyes.
"You slapped at my face," he said bleakly.
"Do you want an award?" she retaliated.
Toki began laughing.
"Shuts up Toki! Dis bodyguards idea is dildos," Skwisgaar fumed and he stormed from the main room of the Hatredcopter into one of the smaller spaced living quarters for when they were on tour.
"He's just angry caus yous knocked him ons his ass," said Toki. Flame smiled at him. Everyone liked the rythm guitarist. He was just that sort of person, and for that Nathan envied him. He could get close to anyone with his charm and his childlike ways, but no one ever got close to Nathan Explosion unless they wanted sex or money.
He was depressing himself.
He sighed and lounged back on the couch and rested his head on one hand. He would try and get some shut eye before they stopped again in Finland for another show.
"So... what do I do once we land again? " she asked.
Nathan opened his eyes and looked straight up into her face. She was standing near him. He didn;t have to answer, however, because Charles answered for her.
"You will be issued a firearm and positioned in front of the stage behind the gates. You will have full access to Mordhaus and the surrounding area, but I strongly advise against going into the band member's bedrooms, if you know what I mean. Have you ever fired a gun before?" he asked.
"No. I'm an expert swordsman though," she replied. She turned and reached into the only bags she'd brought with her, a long duffel bag that weighed a ton (he knew, he'd offered to carry it) and a small traveling suitcase, black and covered in metal stickers.
"Swords?"
The mention of sharp pointy objects had grabbed the attention of Murderface.
He walked over and took a look at the sword Flame pulled out of the duffel bag. A four foot, solid steel scimitar, double edged and double bladed near the tip. It was more than brutal. It was beautiful.
"Where'd you get that?" asked Murderface, awed.
She swung it a few times, curling her wrist and slicing the air. She was fast and she was obviously good.
"Internet," she said, grinning.
Murderface reached into the duffel and brought out a leaf-shaped shortsword. Nathan didn't know much about swords, but they were pretty freakin awesome. He sat up normally and reached in as well, pulling out what looked like the world most brutal sword ever. It was scaled like a dragon but the hilt was shaped like a demon from hell, with wings for the handles and rubies for eyes. The blade was black and slightly ribboned. (like the sword oded used in The Mummy")
"I want this," he said, staring hungrily at the dragons wings and the detail... it was a real work of art.
She saw the sword he was talking about and smiled sadly.
"That thing is old. Used in a few Japanese wars. They thought the dragon would protect them in battle or something," she explained, gently taking it from him. She replaced it.
"Wow, thesch are cool!" exclaimed Murderface, holding what looked like a jewel encrusted dagger.
"Fake," said Flame, smirking.
"Dammit!"
This went on for some time until Charles suggested they test her sword skills. If she didn't pass, they would teach her how to fire a gun.
"Or I can teach ya," offered Murderface, fingering a sawed off shotgun.
They all went into what was a sort of small studio or a room for the band to practice to find everything shoved tothe side. A line of available roadies stood in a row, all holding swords.
"Fight everyone of these guys," said Charles.
Nathan got the feeling he was hoping she would fail.
She moved in for the fight, holding the dragon sword at her side.
She lunged!
The blades clashed together, the air was filled with the sound of metal on metal and the roadie sliced the sleeve of her tank top, leaving one shoulder bare and revealing part of a livid red tatoo across her collarebone. It looked like part of the dethklok logo.
"You'll oay for that," she teased, and without a moment of hesitation, she stripped off ehr shirt with one hand, revealing a large black bra with lacing across the middle connecting to two cups.
Now that was metal.
"Woowwwie! Lookit her go!" exclaimed Toki. Skwisgaar chose that moment to walk in and all he saw was a half naked girl in a bra with a sword. Nathan elbowed him and told him to close his mouth.
"Yah!" she cried suddenly. She had to arch her back to avoid a blow from the roadie and she slashed once, missed, swung the sword around, slashed again, hit once. While the roadie was still busy being surprised, she flipped the blade around her wrist a few times and delivered the killing blow in the opposite direction. It opened the man's jugular like a ripe melon.
"Who's next? she asked softly, wiping the blood off on her pants.
Nathan couldn't believe it. It had taken less than five minutes for the guy to die. She was more than metal.
She was brutal. They were definitely keeping her.
"Adequate. Fine. We'll supply you with some knife holsters for you to wear under what is to become your typical band outfit," said Charles.
"I already have one. I wear miniskirts to metal shows, just in case some jackass decided to get smart with me," she admitted unabashedly.
"She's good," said Skwisgaar.
"Could'joo teach me to fight with schwordsc?" slurred Murderface.
She walked up to them and accepted the t shirt Charles offered her with the band's name on the front. She pulled it on. It was huge on her because it was his, he realised. He didn't have a problem with that.
"Sure. Just tell me when and where," she said. She wiped her blade clean on her torn shirt and headed back in the direction of the main room.
Nathan watched her go and Charles whistled.
"I'm not one for redheads, but she is quite the find, Nathan. She signed the papers as Naetasha. You call her Flame?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Nathan distractedly. His mind was still on the slashing swords and the ringing blades.
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