Cyborg the Barbarian
Chapter 2
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Cyborg span and span and span; over and over he tumbled until he could no longer tell which way was up or down. His stomach rebelled. It grumbled and Cyborg's heart jumped into his throat. Cyborg squeezed his eyes shut and curled himself into a small ball. Then, the sensation stopped. He slowly unfolded his limbs and opened his eyes. Soft, white clouds bent under his weight. Cyborg stared in amazement at his surroundings. Where am I? He thought. Long, white tendrils whipped around his face and wrapped around his wrists. What the heck? The tendrils violently pulled him forward, but Cyborg dug his heels into the soft, silk clouds. They conformed around his large, metallic feet and pushed him frontward. Oh crap! Where am I going? He mentally shrieked.
Suddenly, an alabaster door opened in front of him. Cyborg gasped loudly. Beyond the door, Cyborg could make out cerulean water stretching as far as the eye could see. In the center, a circular dome floated on top of the peaceful waters. It was covered or protected by a clear film; just outside the film, Cyborg noticed small shapes charging into one another. They clashed aggressively, constantly letting out blood-curling battle cries and ear-piercing shrieks of pain. Abruptly, the long, thin tendrils pulled him closer and closer to the door. He twisted and turned in order to free his wrists, but to no avail. The tendrils clamped even tightly around his metallic wrists and the spongy material bunched around his feet climbed up to his calves and clung to them. The strands thrust him forward as his breathe escaped his lips in loud, ragged gasps. If I don't get out of this thing quick, then I'm gonna die! As Cyborg neared the door, he could the smell the bitterness of the ocean and the pungent, rank scent of live fish. Occasionally, a massive amount of small fish would leap out of the azure waters. Their pectoral fins were large and translucent with a bluish-green tinge. The fins were long, almost wing-like and in between them lay a streamlined torso covered with miniature light green scales. The torso tampered down to a small, thin dorsal fin. The wing-like pectoral fins branched off of each side of the dorsal fin and opened and closed repeatedly. The fish would spread their wings just as they exited the water. A gentle breeze would slide underneath the fish and pulled on its wings. The fish would straighten their tiny bodies and fly. Once the wind moved to a different spot, the fish would tuck their delicate fins to their sides and enter nose first into the water. A small smile graced Cyborg's lips and he sighed. To his surprise, the tendrils stopped pulling him forward. He stared down at the serene waters and sagged against the tendrils. Then, his knees locked and Cyborg felt himself being pulled into a standing position. The tendrils clamped his arms to his sides and released his wrists. Finally! Now that they let me go, I can figure out how to get back home.
The tendrils bunched together behind Cyborg's back. Just as he turned to the left, the tendrils squished together to form one large strand. Okay, there is no doubt 'bout it. I'm gonna have ta jump. What did Robin teach me 'bout this? Why can't I remember?
The strand lightly caressed his back and then forcefully shoved him out of the white dimension. Oh, SH**! He screeched.
"AAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he free fell.
The wind whipped past him and pinned his arms to his sides. Cyborg's breath whooshed out of his lungs. His heart threatened to beat its way out of its metal casing. A thunderous roar filled Cyborg's ears as the wind whizzed past him. As he got closer and closer to the sapphire waters, Cyborg could see more of the floating dome. Turquoise circles covered the circular walls, revealing the sheer white metal underneath. Then the wall would dip low. The space left bare by the wall was covered by transparent glass. The metal near the top of the walls would flare out, creating a twenty foot wide plane to walk on. Large guns sprouted from the surface of the plane; many of the guns had a chamber beside the nozzle that carried two soldiers. One soldier would load a cart full of dense water balls into an opening near the top while the other would turn the gun on. A deafening shook the dome as the gun released a volley of small balls of water. The balls cut through a group of five tall, pale-skinned warriors wearing scaled, multi-colored armor. When the bullet entered their skulls, the soldiers' head span in a circle. Their headless body crumpled and sagged into the ocean. Blood splattered the unblemished walls and dripped into the sparkling ocean. Pieces of gray-pink matter coated the metal floor. Other soldiers dug their long, black talons into the metal bridge leading into the dome. As they pulled themselves up, tiny bullets cut into their bodies and spewed large chunks of blood stained matter.
Cyborg looked ahead. The sun was setting below the ocean. The sky was stunning shades of purple, pink orange and red, a few dark spots and a bit of yellow reflected in the water. The setting sun set the sky ablaze with a combination of fiery red and flaming orange, magnified by the still cool ocean. He spread out his limbs and squeezed his eyes shut. The ground rushed up to meet him and, when he finally reached the earth, stretched out to meet him.
"Ooph!" He mumbled as his white teeth clamped down on silver-gray metal.
He slowly raised his head as his brain rattled around in his skull. Pain pierced his head; he moaned and wrapped his burly arms around his head. The ground thumped repeatedly, jostling his head and transforming the dull ache into blinding pain. A roar penetrated the stillness. Cyborg turned towards the sound and opened his eyes in surprise. Oh SHI*!He mentally screamed.
Several feet in front of Cyborg, a massive amount of black clothed warriors rushed towards him. They brandished swords, spears, and daggers. The warriors let out a blood-curling battle cry while swinging their weapons; Cyborg gasped and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. With his head still throbbing painfully, Cyborg pulled himself forward by his powerful arms while his legs trailed uselessly behind him. Behind him, a gigantic cluster of tall, pale-skinned men and women stood solemnly. They wore multi-colored jumpsuits modified to look like scales were embedded into the fabric. The tallest man with dark hair that was haphazardly cropped and slicked back flipped a small knife with a black hilt studded with pearls. His lips parted into a sinister sneer, revealing pointed white teeth. The man pursed his thin lips and concentrated. The man's mind reached out and embraced each of the black clothed warriors. They stopped yelling and loosened their grasp on their weapons. The man connected with each individual warrior and began linking their minds with his. He sent out the thought, I will kill each and every one of you stupid little brats with this knife, along with with gruesome images of the man peeling off their armor, slipping his knife beneath their skin, and expertly flaying the skin off of their bodies. The man also sent the image of him cramming the skin into his blood stained mouth.
The figures roared at the invasion of their minds. Many of them clamored to rush at the man and the thousands of minions behind him; however, a small figure placed a dainty hand on the broad shoulder of a man with kinky, brownish-red hair that swirled around his head, dull brown eyes, and thick black eyebrows. The burly man growled as the pale skinned man with dark hair pointed the tip of his knife at the black clothed warriors and gestured, come thither. The small figure bellowed and rushed towards the pale-skinned ones. Time slowed as they charged towards each other. Cyborg thought, I have got to get out of here!
As swords cleaved enemies in half, daggers slipped in between weak points in armor, and spears impaled people on the pointed ends, blood spilled into the ocean. Cyborg curled himself into a ball and covered his face with his meaty hands. When exactly one half of a black clothed warrior fell onto top of Cyborg, blood dripped onto the large, gray sweatshirt that covered his chest. He shuddered and raised his head. To his surprise, the warriors either stepped over the body or they challenged opponents as far away from it as possible. Because of this, Cyborg pulled the mutilated carcass over his back and hunkered down underneath it. For a moment, the sea of warriors parted and Cyborg caught a glimpse of a large city. It was shaped like a gargantuan dome; turquoise circles covered the circular walls, revealing the sheer white metal underneath. Then the wall would dip low. The space left bare by the wall was covered by transparent glass. The metal near the top of the walls would flare out, creating a twenty foot wide plane to walk on. Unexpectedly, the plane separated. Large guns sprouted from the surface of the plane; many of the guns had a chamber beside the nozzle that carried two soldiers. One soldier would load a cart full of dense water balls into an opening near the top while the other would turn the gun on. A loud humming sound filled the air as the guns prepared to fire. Cyborg pulled his arm up to his mouth and pushed back the large, gray sleeve. A wide blue and gray cylinder was fused to a muscular arm. While pinching the ebony skin, Cyborg pressed a small red button on one side of the cylinder. A light blue screen covered one half of the cylinder for a second, and then the screen turned gray and black. It emitted a loud buzzing noise and then faded to black.
Cyborg shouted over the din, "Titans, do you read me? Somebody, ANYBODY!"
Faster than a locomotive, the black clothed warriors and the pale-skinned soldiers clashed. They surged together like a gigantic wave crashing on the shore. In front of Cyborg, a small figure grasped a large, black sword. It was two times the figure's size; however, it waved the sword over its head, cutting through taller enemies with ease. One of the pale-skinned soldiers wrapped a slim hand around the figure's neck. The hand rested just underneath the helmet and squeezed. Cyborg stared at the whimsical black tattoos etched into the atlantean's face; the tattoos wrapped around his neck and disappeared down his back. Suddenly, the tattoos emitted a sky blue light and the atlantean's coal black eyes turned blue. He removed two sky blue knifes that were tied to his back and pressed them into the figure's neck. Up close, Cyborg could see the intricate details of the black figure's armor: the metal helmet completely obscured the figure's features, except for the two crude holes made for the eyes. Part of the helmet stretched to a point to accommodate the nose, while the mouth had thin, metals bars that had a small space in between covering it. A tall spike lay on the top of the helmet and behind the neck. The back of the helmet also covered the ears and chin, but it left a large space which revealed the neck. The atlantean thrust his glowing knife into the space and cackled when the figure crumpled to the floor. A black boot that concealed the knee kicked the atlantean down. A metal clasp behind the knee slipped under the boot, revealing a five inch long knife. The knife buried itself into the back of the atlantean's head; blood splattered on the boot and pink an grey matter stained its underside. When one pale woman noticed this, her creamy skin became ashen and her eyes glowed blue with rage. She lifted her wide ax and ran towards the black figure. As she ran, the two-sided ax head began to spin faster and faster. She jabbed the spinning ax into the black figure's chest, causing it to stumble. The armor punctured by the ax bent when the woman leaned forward. The small, metal barbs on the armor popped off and fell into the serene ocean. The figure sighed and fingered the small pistol attached to its hip. The pistol's nozzle puckered out like the way lips pucker before a kiss and the trigger was shaped like a circle instead of a crescent moon. The figure ripped the gun out of the slender black strap and pressed the misshapen nozzle onto the atlantean's forehead. The figure yanked the trigger sideways and the gun let out a loud bark. A small white diamond shot out of the gun and flew into the atlantean's forehead. It cut through the skin, skull, and sliced the brain in half. Crimson blood and shards of white bone flew in all directions. The diamond whipped back towards the figure and sped past its ear. The diamond penetrated an atlantean's neck, causing his small, triangular head to roll off of his broad shoulders. The head created a large splash as it fell into the water.
Cyborg crawled out from under the dead, oozing body and kicked it away. He pulled himself up by his arms and slowly inched across the battlefield. As he neared the city, Cyborg noticed mangled body parts floating in the ocean. When a head would roll into the ocean, a pale-skinned warrior would break the surface and pull themselves onto the combat zone. Cyborg noticed long, shimmering tails with forked dorsal fins flicking water everywhere. The tails would dive into the ocean a moment later. Cyborg ground his teeth and continued to cross the battlefield; his arms pulled him across while his legs trailed uselessly behind him. Abruptly, his head hit a large brown barrel. Cyborg rubbed his bald head and gripped the barrel. He turned towards the battlefield and watched the carnage. His eyes widen and his breath came out in ragged gasps. Oh my God! Oh my God! How do I get out of here? And where am I?
Cyborg crawled around the barrel and leaned against it. He sighed and lifted his arm up. Cyborg pressed a small, red button on the side of his arm; the screen went from pitch black to a light blue.
He bent forward and said frantically, "Where am I?"
After glancing at the blood-stained weapons the warriors used, he screamed, "WHEN am I?"
The screen read, Sensors on. Locating information.
Cyborg turned towards the battlefield again. He noticed one lone arm with the shoulder covered in blood and some of the muscle strands were scattered around the arm. Cyborg's stomach flipped and clenched tightly, and then Cyborg turned the other way. Yellow and white vomit splattered the right side of the barrel and clear stomach acid burned his sensitive throat. Cyborg winced and placed his gigantic, metallic hand to his neck. All of a sudden, a giant walked towards him. His gold skin gleamed in the dim sunlight and his thick red-orange afro was matted with blood. He growled, revealing his sharp ivory teeth. The man clasped Cyborg's shoulder hard enough to break bones.
He forced Cyborg to stand and yelled, "Why do you hide warrior? FIGHT!"
With that, the burly man shoved Cyborg into the barrel. The man sprang over the barrel and pulled his large black broadsword out of the light brown sheath attached to his back. He roared and raised his sword above his head. A tall atlantean held a long stick attached to a ball with long metal spikes. He buried the ball into the red head's side. Blood seeped through the wound and covered the spiky ball. The injured soldier roared in pain and the atlantean curled his hand into a fist and buried his hand into the soldier's nose. The man tipped over into the ocean and sank to the bottom. Cyborg shook and fingered the sensor on his arm.
He looked down at the sensor and said, "I'm in 3,000 B.C!"
A man with caramel skin and shark-like, pinkish red eyes peered out of the water. He bobbed up and down, causing his long, arrow nose to bump into the metal floor. He stretched his arms out and sunk his black nails into the metal floor. When he noticed Cyborg shivering behind the barrel, the man narrowed his pink eyes. He growled, revealing two rows of pointed, ivory teeth. The man lifted himself up until his shoulders were visible. The man snapped his teeth menacingly and snarled loudly. Cyborg slowly walked towards him; he swung his foot back and forth until the tips of his toes smashed into the man's nose. The man's head snapped back and he fell into the water. Cyborg turned and sighed. I'm in 3,000 B.C. I'm five thousand years away from my time.
As Cyborg looked around, he noticed a shape surrounded by five pale, intimidating people. They lifted their long, slim swords and pressed them into the shape's neck. He growled and ran towards them. Cyborg yanked one figure around and kicked them in the stomach. The pale figure doubled over and fell to the ground. Instantly, the rest of the figures turned towards Cyborg. They swung their swords at his head and gasped when he ducked. Cyborg kicked, punched, and threw his opponents out of his way. One of the opponents hid behind Cyborg and placed his sword against Cyborg's neck. Cyborg turned around and grasped the hand that held the sword.
He snarled, "It's time someone went Bronze Age on your as*!"
Cyborg buried his fist into the atlantean's mouth. His pointy teeth shattered and shards fell to the ground. Cyborg leaned forward and pushed the atalntean into the figure curled itself into a little ball; when Cyborg defeated the figure, the shape uncurled itself and stood up. He looked at its black armor and frightening face mask and stretched out his hand.
He asked, "Need a hand."
Instead of answering, the black figure pressed a button on the side of each wrist and small, thin knives slide into its hands. The figure flipped the knives and caught them. The figure leaped over his head and charged at the small woman aiming a misshapen gun at Cyborg's head. The figure jabbed the twin knives into her chin and growled as they poked through her skull. The figure jerked and sliced the woman's head clean off. The figure walked towards Cyborg and pressed a knife into his hand.
He shook his head: "I don't need it."
He handed the knife back to the figure and ran forward. Cyborg clenched his hand into a fist. Several atlanteans surrounded the two of them. The figure and Cyborg stood side by side; Cyborg grabbed the figure's hand and swung the figure around. Their opponents either ducked or were knocked into the ocean. The figure removed a gun from its hip and pointed it at the atlanteans. The diamond that exploded out of the gun killed the first two atlanteans. The diamond bullet circled back around and hit Cyborg in the leg. Part of the metal exploded and fire burned away the black cloth covering his calf. He looked down in surprise as his leg crumpled. Cyborg fell into the ocean face first, creating a large splash. His mouth opened as the force of slamming into the water knocked the breath out of his lungs. Water gushed into his mouth and filled his lungs. He choked and clutched his neck, causing more water to flood his mouth. The deadly combination of water and metal made him sink quickly. His neck burned as the salty water slipped down his throat and the bitter taste made his one remaining eye water.
Out of a curtain of azure water, a long, lime green tail covered in small scales brushed his cheek. Cold, gooey slime touched his cheek, but moments later the slime detached from his cheek and floated away. At the end of the scaled, slimy tail lay a large, forked dorsal fin. The tail was translucent and spread out several feet in each direction. The outside edges of the tails were dark green, but the insides were almost white. He gasped and flailed in the water. Ahead, he could make out a multitude of tails in all shapes, colors, and sizes. Black armor was wrapped around the scaled tails up until the forked, lucid dorsal fin. Small, greenish gray fish clustered around the scaled tails; Cyborg stared at the fish-human hybrids with wide eyes and an open mouth. The pale atlanteans had changed as well: their feet grew several feet and became translucent. Long, thin lines were etched into the makeshift fins and the feet were shaped like rectangles with blunt ends. Their slim hands had thick webs connecting one finger to another. Thin slashes lined their pale necks; these pieces of skin opened and closed, pulling water into their bodies. Many atlanteans pressed their long feet into the thin dorsal fins of the tailed folk, causing them to fly head over tail in the water. The folk retaliated by wrapping their tails around the atlanteans' necks. The tail prevented water from flowing into their gills; soon after, the atlanteans closed their eyes and lifelessly drifted to the bottom of the ocean. Particles of flaxen sand partially obscured Cyborg's view, but the current blew the stray particles out of his way. Blood trickled into the water when weapons punctured armor and penetrated the flesh. The sounds of pain filled cries pierced the tranquil ocean.
Black spots flooded Cyborg's vision. His lungs were saturated while his neck clenched as the pungent salt water slipped into his body. Cyborg closed his eyes as the pressure in his lungs felt like an elephant was stomping on them. The blue water turned black as Cyborg slowly fell into the sand.
A burly man with pinkish red eyes pumped his arms and tail in a wave like motion. His muscular tail flicked up and down rapidly, disturbing the rays of sunlight that penetrated the deep. His hot pink scales gleamed underneath his thick, metallic armor. The tiny green-gray fish that floated around him scattered in all directions when they swam over a large lump. The man glanced down and his tail strokes slowed to a crawl. He slid his arms underneath the lump and pulled it to his chin. The man straightened his spine and, with a flick of his brawny tail, flew up to the surface.
Strands of bright yellow sunlight scattered when the man swam past them. He threw his head back and perforated the thin film covering the surface. The man bobbed towards a large dome, flicking his tail rapidly. The dome was surrounded by a clear, circular film that reflected the neon yellow sunlight. The sun also shined on the long, thick, metal walkway stretched out ahead of the floating city. The walkway was covered by a multitude of people wearing a black, iridescent material. The material covered each person from head to toe and tampered down to chunky, navy blue boots that smacked the walkway. The man swam to the edge of the walkway and rapped his knuckles against the edge.
He roared, "TUILDGHJKS, MILADY SARASIM (Come here milady Sarasim)!"
After several minutes passed, the man swished his tail impatiently. Two navy blue boots slammed the ground in front of the man's face. He craned his neck and peered into a small, oval face swathed in the black, sparkling material. The cloth left a gap between her chin and her neck, revealing smooth, caramel skin. Looking lower, the man noticed that the material clung to her neck and pulled tightly across her cantaloupe breasts. The material stuck to her flat stomach, but flared out as it wrapped around the small bulge near the base of her stomach. The fabric covered her wide hips and tampered down to muscular calves and small feet. The man attempted to smile, but his teeth poked out between his thin lips. His eyes moved up and down her body and his magenta tongue licked his lips. The full lips covered in the shimmering substance grimaced at the leer the man gave her.
"Hhjfks hjfks jkluijk uio (What do you want?)"
The man threw the lump onto the metal walkway and smacked his armored tail on the floor. Sarasim took a step back and glanced at the lump. After several long moments, the lump twitched; the twitch pushed the thick covering of seaweed and threw it into the water. A man, who would have been six feet six inches if standing, gasped as briny water trickled out of his mouth. The gray sweatshirt swathing his chest now clung to it like a second skin; the black pants did the same. His legs flailed, forcing Sarasim to jab her foot into his back. He turned his head and his crimson eye released a red beam that scanned Sarasim.
As the beam ran over her breasts, a robotic voice mumbled, "Black, indents at a thirty-six degree angle, circular. Material, unknown."
Cyborg opened his eye with a start. He stared at the shimmering figures as he pulled himself onto his knees.
"What? Where? What happened?" He asked in a raspy voice.
Blood filled his mouth with a coppery taste when Cyborg spoke. Speaking had ripped open the wounds that the acidic, salt water had caused. One of the iridescent figures leaned down and touched the metal bolts that served as Cyborg's makeshift jaw. The figure dragged their long, slim finger up and down the metallic side of his face. A sigh escaped its lips. The material rustled and pulled back, revealing a small, oval shaped face. The material bunched up into a hood and slumped down behind the woman's neck. Her large, sapphire eyes widen when she realized that her covering was gone.
Cyborg's eyes widen.
He gasped, "You're beautiful."
Sarasim wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes in confusion. She tilted her head and stared at him for a long moment.
She turned to the pink eyed man and asked, "Tuondmk hejk whjk (What is this technology?)"
The man shrugged his shoulders, causing the water to dance away from him. He opened his mouth and fastened his teeth on Cyborg's mechanical leg.
The man mumbled, "Thjk dhjk ppom (Can I eat him?)"
Sarasim's full lips twisted in the shape of an O. A high, soprano voice penetrated the air: "Yuhmenvss (No.)"
When Cyborg heard her sing that simple word his one chocolate eye glazed over and a thin line of drool trickled out of his mouth.
"That voice. It's heavenly." He wheezed.
Sarasim jerked her head around and sang, "Whjui yrdsadf nnmaoil (Who are you?)"
His thick black eyebrows slammed together: "I don't understand."
Sarasim's thin, dark brown eyebrows slammed together and her nose wrinkled: "Ioadsn wfgh nkdnmmnann (I don't understand.)"
They looked at each other for a moment, until the pink eyed man's teeth clamped down on Cyborg's leg. He swallowed the metal foot and inched his way up to Cyborg's metal calf. Cyborg growled and shook his leg back and forth. He raised his fist and brought it down on the man's head. The man growled and swallowed Cyborg's calf. Cyborg lifted his fist, but when Sarasim placed a dainty hand on his clenched fist, he let them fall to his sides. Sarasim curled her lips into large smile, revealing two rows of pointy, ivory teeth. She moved closer to Cyborg and stared at him.
Without removing her hand from Cyborg's fist, nor looking at the pink eyed man, Sarasim hummed, "Lenjm, bnmaju go, Shark (Let him go, Shark)"
Shark stared at her with unbelieving eyes; he slid back and released Cyborg's leg. Sarasim's large, turquoise eyes hardened into thin chips of blue ice. She sang maliciously, "Uikdnm fghej ahjk. Jajkdh wnjd, nicoawndmecgh vhdcje themkal ctyi (Bring a covering for his head. Take him to the prisons.)"
A small child swathe in the iridescent material held a thick, black sack. He sprang forward and pulled the sack over Cyborg's head. Cyborg could feel hands crawling up and down his body. A strong, spicy scent filled his nostrils as the hands finished their inspection. He shook his head violently and punched the air.
After a few minutes of frantically jabbing the air with his fists, Cyborg's limbs felt heavy and weak. He sighed; he felt like he was spinning round and round and round.
With a loud gasp, Cyborg woke. He felt the thick, rough fabric covering his face and yanked it down. The fabric twisted around his neck and cut off his circulation. Desperately, he pulled the fabric up and over his head. The fabric floated to the ground with a loud pop. Wait a minute, floated? He thought.
Cyborg's head drifted to his shoulder and his chin touched the ice cold water. With a gasp, he opened his eyes and looked around. He lay in a clear, hexagonal container filled with water. As he turned his head, droplets of water dancing around his shoulders splashed into his eye. Cyborg looked down at his beefy wrists and snarled. Two yellow rings encircled his wrists. They were attached to a thick yellow stick that clutched the bottom of the container. He moved forward, as did the stick. So, I can move around in these things. He kicked his legs and pumped his arms wildly, splashing water against the container. He bobbed back and forth until he bumped into one of the container's walls. The smooth but hard wall and the thick bands surrounding his wrists shoved him back to the center of the prison. Cyborg lifted his head and stared at the room. Hundreds of feet to the right and left, Cyborg could make out similar translucent, hexagonal prisons. The prisoners pumped their tails in a wave like motion and propelled themselves across their prison. So this nightmare is real. Oh my God. Cyborg's stomach heaved and he pressed his burning forehead on the clear wall. Salt water slopped against the outside of the prison and splashed onto the walkway in front of Cyborg. It was black, rectangular, and covered steel webbing. A tall woman with long, thin legs crossed her ankles and leaned her arms against her two ton machine gun. Suddenly, a loud ping broke the silence. The woman pulled a long strap from behind her back and attached it to the gun. Looping it around her back, she managed to pull the gun onto her slim back. She turned and walked to the end of the walkway. The webbing underneath her feet stretched until it covered her and then it twisted until she disappeared. In her place, a burly man with bright pink eyes stood. He pulled a long sword out of the sheath on his back and walked until he could see the prisoners. His eyes widen when he noticed Cyborg floating aimlessly in his cell.
"Sonj, wnjk nfmmennnn (So, we meet again.)" Shark snarled.
Cyborg shuddered when he noticed the murderous gleam in Shark's eye.
Deep beneath the ocean, a woman with long raven hair twisted into thin braids and large, sapphire eyes swimming back and forth. Her alabaster dress covered her tail up to where her knees would be. A lean, translucent fin that looked like a mixture of turquoise and sky blue protruded out of the turquoise scales. The turquoise scales bled into the metallic blue scales covering the area below her knees. These metallic blue scales tampered into a forked dorsal fin. The outer skin of the forked fin was thick, ridged, and outlined in indigo, while the inner part was a thin, translucent navy blue. When she turned to the right, the lavender dress rode up to reveal sky blue scales where her thighs would be. Upon further inspection, the scales became a lighter blue closer to her waist. Thin slits on her neck opened and closed, temporarily revealing pink and red flesh. A crescent moon made of small rubies lay just below her right eye. The woman flicked her tail impatiently as ten tailed folk swam out of a black cave.
"Mkkhdj fhjk sacfga mkoe woql (Must we use that cave for entrance, dear one?)" A small woman with pitch black skin swathed in hundreds of jewels asked. Her blood red dress swirled around her rainbow-colored tail. The scales seemed to glow in the darkness and the thin, lucid dorsal fin tapped the rocks at the base of the cave with annoyance.
"Yisabd ehja kow kdnm (That does not matter.)" A man with gold skin and a muscular polka dotted tail interrupted. "Hukadsdb jiaen (What matters is, are we going to kill the outsider?)"
Soon after, ten more tailed folk entered the cavern, crying for the outsider's blood.
Sarasim held up a dainty hand: "Yiowan klqpmbcvavacnn (Let him prove his worth. By his actions, we will decide whether he lives or dies.)"
The people in the tavern roared in indignation for several hours. Sarasim watched as the constantly swam around and around the cave, never stopping to rest on one of the stones poking out of the cave's walls.
The woman with pitch black skin cried, "Oiadn wcgha djak mykk (Your team of warriors killed the humans without a second thought. Why shouldn't we do the same to this outsider?"
How quickly she turns against me. Sarasim thought dryly.
"Ujasd nkla wklo. Nkaocn bwna, dnke (He saved my life. No other outsider has done this, council members.)"
The council members became quiet. The only sound that could be heard in the cavern was the current lightly scattering particles of sand.
Sarasim swam around each council member and asked emotionlessly, "Imanm wekwa kloe (What is his fate?)"
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