A True Hero Appears : Major Session
"There are just too many, I... I can't take them all on! Damn it. God fucking damn it!" Taylor cursed, swearing as she looked across her city, her home.
Brockton bay looked like it had been through hell, a worn torn landscape more reminiscent of South Africa or the CUI not America...
First Leviathan, then Echidna, and now the Slaughterhouse 9.
She'd fought. Oh how she'd fought. Tooth and nail, Keyblade and spell, fire, ice and lightning, even the holy wrath of heaven itself brought to bare. By her blade, Crawler was dead. Before Ifrit, Burnscar had fallen. Sabah, Mog and Boco had shown the strength of their friendship and struck down Shatterbird.
She was out of time though, Panacea needed help, someone to save her from the Siberian. But Taylor also needed to stop Bonesaw, to stop the prion plague she'd unleashed that was shutting down everyone but the 9's powers. Taylor needed to find Jack Slash, and kill that Lunatic and end this sick game he'd thrown her, Sabah, and their whole city into. She couldn't be everywhere though, not at once no matter how hard she tried.
Sabah was injured, Mog and Boco protecting her. Circus had vanished sometime during the battle with Shatterbird and she hadn't seen the manic clown since. Ifrit was recovering from his transformation, unable to transform again for a day at least. The Undersiders were currently helping Panacea, so unable to help further.
"Damn it!" Taylor swore again. She needed help she needed a hero. Someone to help her, to end this madness.
Gathering her courage Taylor thrust out Slumbering Rage, pooling her magic into the blade. She needed help. She needed someone to come, to aid her. A hero to stand at her side against the very worst the world could throw at them. A hero who could face down even the dreaded Siberian.
Taylor called for help...
And someone came.
Amy winced, crying, desperate and scared. Here she was huddled up against the side of building, too tired to run. She'd been running for... for... She wasn't sure how long she'd been running for. Hours? Days? The whole time had blurred together to the point she couldn't tell anymore.
Beside her the villain, Tattletale was trying to encourage her, get her to run even when the villain was slumped in slowly growing puddle of her own blood. The Undersiders, they'd tried to save her... To save her wretched, useless self when her own family hadn't even tried. Carol, Mark, aunt Sarah... They'd all abandoned her. Only Vicky had tired and Siberian had beaten her. Amy hadn't seen her since the black and white woman had ripped VIcky's arm off, her sister yelling at her to run.
In front of her the Siberian smashed aside the last of Hellhounds dogs, casually back handing the girl herself when she ran screaming at the monstrous cape.
Not even that other hero who'd appeared, clad in fish themed armor and wielding spears of glowing green light had been able to stop the Siberian. The knight had been ripped in two, discarded on the street as barely interesting to the invincible woman.
Then the Siberian was right in front of her, grinning with that sadistic smile full of cat like teeth.
Amy whimpered, cradling her hands, already missing three fingers. She knew what would happen next, that no matter how much she fought, kicked, screamed, or begged the sadistic woman would still... would still eat another of her fingers. Chewing slowly, making sure Amy watched and saw the stripped demon eating her flesh.
Slowly, the siberian prized her hands apart, acting like her struggles weren't even the slightest of breezes. With an expression that on anyone else's face Amy would have called loving, the Siberian raised Amy's hadn towards her face, mouth opening till it gaped, ready to slice off another fin...
A glowing spear burst from Siberian's mouth in spray of black gore.
A moment later the Siberian vanished, reappearing down the street with that bullshit teleporting. As if the monster wasn't already invincible, she could teleport too. Except... someone had just hurt the Siberian. Amy could see the vile woman's expression was shocked, outraged even, as black blood continued to drip from her mouth.
Looking up at her savior Amy gasped. it was the knight from before. Whole and unharmed, though her armor appeared a little different. Still, she was here. A hero, a true hero who could face down even the Siberian.
The knight took a step forward then, walking towards the Siberian as the villain glared at the hero.
Leveling their spear again Amy swore she'd never forget the words the knight spoke, and even years later those words would give her hope.
"You're gonna have to try a little harder than that."