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La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la
Let's start a new life from the darkness
Until the light reveals the end
Sinister faces, growing curses
This is my last war
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Angels playing disguised)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta (With devil's faces)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Children cling to their coins)
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la (Squeezing out their wisdom)
La-La-La-La
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti (Angels planning disguised)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ta (Rastis! Rastis!) (With devil's faces)
Ba-ba-ri-as-ras-ti-ti-ti-ras-ti-ti
(Children cling on to their)
Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la (Very last coins)
Destruction and regeneration.
You are the real enemy. (Rastis! Rastis! Ra-ti-ti-la)
War!.
Even in the arid sands of the desert, if you look carefully in the right places, you can find true treasures that in the eyes of foreigners would be minutiae, but for its inhabitants could be invaluable in adverse situations.
If you know how to use them. The cacti may be more than just weeds native to the place, using the juice from the inside of the plant to wash their wounds and its aloe as an ointment to treat their wounds, Tung Lashor had hidden in a rocky area of the desert in the light of a faint bonfire under the shelter of a starless night.
Between curses and howls of pain, the reptile tried to prevent its wounds from becoming infected. He showed no signs of it and had not yet had a fever of any kind, perhaps he had acted in time before that happened. His mind appeased the pain with rage towards the stranger who had left him to his fate before that vermin, he knew that he should not trust conjurers and magicians, he knew that all those kinds of arts were worthy of complete distrust and contempt, he should have emphasized in ensuring that those kinds of beings did not reach their desert.
But that had been the reason why he had decided to trust that guy, he had told him that he would help him, that together they were going to achieve great things, but that stranger was a slave. A slave to his own madness. There were many times that he repeated that "there were great powers acting at that moment" or "that he should earn the favor of Chaos" and many more things that only made sense in the world that was created in his head.
But he had to admit that he was someone who knew how to do things, appeal to his pride and deceive them in such a way as to lead him into a death trap where he would die a horrible and painful death. He was a very cunning sadist. If someone of that nature possessed such magical powers it was a danger, which he hoped would have left him for dead and never bothered him again.
He heard a strange noise, his senses went into alert, his eyes went from here to there looking for the source of the sounds that surrounded him.
—"Wow, who knew? You're still alive!" — An annoying and mocking voice laughs behind him. Tung turns around and sees another much smaller, thinner reptile with green scales and a brown jacket, bare feet, and a long scrap metal weapon whose parts were firmly welded together. — "Or well, almost." —He laughs again.
— Kolly. — The tallest reptile spits with contempt.
— What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy to see me? —His attitude was starting to bother her and she hadn't been with him for even a minute. — Oh, don't worry, I'm not happy to see you either. What happened to you, huh? Did you get into a fight with a cactus? —Laugh again. Kolly had always been a minor gang leader who had been nothing short of a nuisance, he had always been a bootlicker who for a while always tried to get on his good side, but now…
— What have you done with your life? Tell me, things are regular out there, you know? The Horde came and bought everyone in the Valley of the Lost but Huntara and her foreign friends showed up and now she's the one who's being an annoyance. And you know what? There was that little one, the long-eared one with a tail and the big one with pincers. — Tung's hands turned into fists.
— In the Valley of the Lost, you say? — Tung asks.
— What? Are you going to go after her? — One more loud laugh echoed through the place, Tung's patience was waning rapidly. — Forget it, she already ran away with all of her friends. But seriously, what happened to you? I mean, look at you. —
— I got into a fight with a Skull-Spider. —He who has nothing, fears nothing. Another mocking laugh followed by a full-blown laugh comes out of Kolly's mouth and once again saps another bit of Tung's patience.
— Wow… — Catches his breath. — The heat finally melted your brain. Why did you do it? No, you know what? I don't care. I came to see whose bonfire it was, I thought it was a threat. I can sleep peacefully knowing it's you. — Getting up with a thread of grace in his voice he begins to make his way back the way he came. — I must say that it has been nice to see you. I hired someone to act as a jester but I haven't laughed half as much with him as I did with you. If you want a job, I can- — He interrupted himself to avoid a rock aimed at his head and left fleeing on all fours while laughing.
Rage.
Nothing but rage ran through him, he wanted to crush him like the vermin he is. He wanted to grab him by the neck and strangle him.
No.
He wanted to break his arms, smash his head against the rocks until his skull was nothing more than tiny bone pieces scattered on the sand.
No.
He would rip off her head. He would do it with his own weapon and hang the body upside down so that the blood would fall. His skull would be his reward.
Near him a shadowy figure, hiding behind a rock, watched the reptile's eyes burn with blind, pure rage, his chest contracting rapidly from his labored breathing. His pupil was dilated and he clenched the fangs of his bloodthirsty maw.
—Blood, for the God of Blood. -said the stranger in a faint and sinister whisper.
— Skulls, for the Throne of Skulls… — Yes, so be it.
Since the arrival of She-ra, during the last year all the areas that had been abandoned by the advance of the Horde were reinhabited again because hope had returned among the Etherian population, however it did not mean that they should let their guard down. The Hordeans could mobilize at a moment's notice and deploy troops and bots anywhere on Etheria in a matter of hours.
Nothing they weren't used to.
After the portal incident the war had reached a stalemate, quite common when a conflict spans 40 years, neither side making any moves waiting for the other to act.
But Adora during that period did not give herself the opportunity to relax, as she was always attentive to any sign of Hordean activity, especially after having witnessed first-hand the extent to which Catra was willing to go.
Take care of each other were Angela's last words, accompanied by a kind smile and a merciful look, and she would do everything in her power to fulfill that. She owed him.
Elberon must be at least two kilometers from where they were, Swift Wind was watching from the skies if he saw any trace of the Hordeans. When the general reported on the Horde's sudden resumption of operations she knew she didn't have a second to waste, after all, She-ra had to protect Etheria and now with Mara's ship she knew she could find a useful use for it and discover things. about its origin. If they repaired it, of course.
—We should be close to Syndall. — Bow's voice brings her out of her thoughts.
— "Syndall?" —She asks.
— A village equal to Elberon or Thaymor. It was one of the first to be re-inhabited after the Battle of Brightmoon. —Bow explains. — Do you think Swift Wind saw something? —
— I don't even know where she is. Knowing him perhaps she has lost her way. — Adora says with a smile as she remembers some past moments, turning her gaze to the sky looking for the winged steed.
— What do you think Catra is planning now? —
— I don't know. But whatever it is, I won't let her get away with it. She's already caused enough damage. — Adora's words came out with quite abnormal anger for Bow. In the Crimson Desert she attacked Catra with excessive use of force that she had not used the other times they had faced each other. He knew she was mad at Catra. But so much so?
— Look. We're here" — Bow says effusively and starts running. — I heard they make a special meal made of- — Bow stops and is reached by his blonde friend, who stops when she sees the same thing as him — "There's no one." — They both begin to walk within the grounds of the small village.
There were a couple of long-extinguished bonfires, the houses and huts made of circular mud decorated with ribbons and paint of different colors were abandoned but there were no signs that there had been an attack by the Hordeans.
They searched house by house to see if there was anyone still hiding or any sign that would tell them where they could have gone. But in every house they checked it was always the same; empty, with no signs of fight or desperate escapes, everything in its place and orderly. As if the wind had taken them away.
Adora sees a trail of footprints on the ground, she must have been someone big to leave such deep marks on the ground. Following them, she reached the center of the village where the grass looked flattened, as if there had been a congregation there.
An uncomfortable feeling ran through her. The tips of her fingers felt cold and her eyes suddenly felt a little tired.
— Adora, look at this. —She turns to see Bow who was holding something in her hands.
— Where did you get that dagger? —
— It was lying next to one of the houses, and was stained with something but I don't know what it is. — He did not ran his finger over the blade to examine it by touch, because even she could see at first glance that it was very sharp.
— What's that? — Adora points out one of the doors of the houses that faced the center of the town. Above it was a symbol that she didn't recognize.
A circle with arrows unequal in size pointing to all cardinal points, the arrows on top were much smaller compared to those on the bottom. It was made with very thick red paint that had dripped a little.
Wait a second. Adora thinks. — Is that …? —
— They are there! — Bow and Adora scream in horror when they are surprised by the talkative horse with the multicolored mane. — "I was looking for them everywhere. I saw some Horde robots near Elberon. Let's go!" —
— "Okay, right away. Adora?" — The blonde takes one last look at that strange drawn symbol, hoping that it wasn't made with what she thought it was.
He was already tired of having to adopt that figure every time that woman approached him to check on the progress of "that sweet and intelligent boy", but he already knew what he needed and had already taken measures in case things did not go as planned. , but that had never been the case, Tzeentch always got what he wanted, always made mortals do what he needed, even if he had to wait centuries. But this time he wouldn't have to wait so long.
— Don't you think you're pushing yourself too hard, little one? — Castaspella questioned. He watched the new student, who he didn't know where he had come from, arrange the books on the known history of the princesses of Etheria.
— "To be honest, I don't think so. I find it a really fascinating topic but now I have to go attend something else." —He said as he made his way out of the library.
— "Oh, what will you do now? Ancient runes, conjuration, maybe studying Etherian fauna?" — Enthusiastically harass the little one.
— "I'll go to the bathroom first." —
— "Oh… sure. You've been here a long time, I guess that's normal." — He gives him an embarrassed smile as the boy leaves. — "And you should be careful next time you make potions! Having red hands looks weird!" —
Walking through the wide white and solemn halls of Mystacor, Zetentch, with red hands and yellow hair, thinking how annoying that woman was, but now knowing what he needed, he should no longer tolerate spending so much time among mortals. His patience could be infinite but once it was time for things to get going he resented anything getting in the way of his plans.
Coming to an open window, he looks around making sure no one is there, grows her right leg and extends it out the window until he reaches the ground. His arms, turning into tentacles covered in skin-like pulsating matter, he uses to support himself on the roofs and battlements of the fortress. Sneaking between the walls, streets and the few towers, lengthening its limbs and changing them at will from tentacles to claws, and from claws to mittens, lengthening its torso and legs making it look like a monstrous and repellent snake to look at, while 3 pairs of eyes more they covered that amorphous mass that passed for a face looking from here to there. He did it without cover or disguises because he knew that at that time of day no one would be in that area, he would be wasting his power and magic on banalities.
Reaching the limits of the place, standing at the edge of that abyss of white clouds that separated Mystacor from the rest of Etheria, he notices something undesirable. Turning to his right, he realizes that a sorcerer with deer-like features is observing him with a grimace of horrific surprise at what he had just witnessed. Before he could do anything else, it wrapped him in a disgustingly strong limb coming out of his back and just as he arrived at the kingdom, he was gone.
On one of the high peaks within Bright Moon's domain, a slender and elegant figure looks down and only he knows what exactly is going through his mind. All the lucubrations that he was planning and the hidden pleasures seeking to be exploited to the maximum were a constant doubt that haunted his mind but he had to be patient if he wanted to bathe in all those pleasurable sensations that he longed for.
— "You've taken longer than I expected." — His graceful voice sounded a little annoyed, turning to find that ethereal figure with which Tzeentch usually presented himself.
— ʏօʊ ɦǟʋɛ ƈօռȶʀօʟʟɛɖ ʏօʊʀֆɛʟʄ ʍօʀɛ ȶɦǟռ ɨ ɛӼքɛƈȶɛɖ. —He answers with that voice that to ordinary ears would be unintelligible words, unless he wanted it that way.
— "I know. I should reward myself for that." —
— Ððñ'† ¥ðµ Ðårê Ðð åñ¥†hïñg µñ†ïl wê'rê rêåll¥ rêåÐ¥.—
— "And when will that be, brother?" —His impatience was beginning to become more palpable.
— ᗯᕼEᑎ I ᑕOᑎᔕIᗪEᖇ IT ᔕO —
— "Since when are you the one making the decisions?" —
— ฬђєภ ฬคร Շђє ɭครՇ Շเ๓є ץ๏ย ђєคг๔ Ŧг๏๓ ๏ยг ςђค๓קเ๏ภ? —
— "He is right now carrying out my designs with fervent loyalty, while you play at looking like a useless mortal. Is there something you want to say that I don't know?" —
— ɎØɄ ₩ɆⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ ₣łⱤ₴₮ ₮Ø ₴Ɇ₦₴Ɇ ₮ⱧɆ ɆӾł₴₮Ɇ₦₵Ɇ Ø₣ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₩ØⱤⱠĐ, ₳₦Đ ɎɆ₮ ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₦Ø₮ ₵Ø₥Ɇ ₮Ø ₵Ø₦₴łĐɆⱤ ɆVɆⱤɎ₮Ⱨł₦₲ ł₮ ₵₳₦ Ø₣₣ɆⱤ Ʉ₴ ł₦ ɆӾ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲Ɇ ₣ØⱤ ₳ Ⱡł₮₮ⱠɆ Ø₣ ɎØɄⱤ ₱₳₮łɆ₦₵Ɇ. ł₣ ł ₩₳₦₮ɆĐ ₮Ø Ⱡł₴₮Ɇ₦ ₮Ø ₵Ø₦₴₮₳₦₮ ₱ⱤɆ₴₴ɄⱤɆ ₮Ø Ʉ₦ⱠɆ₳₴Ⱨ ØɄⱤ ⱠɆ₲łØ₦₴, ł ₩ØɄⱠĐ ₱ⱤɆ₣ɆⱤ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ ฿Ɏ ɎØɄⱤ ₴łĐɆ. ₭ⱧØⱤ₦Ɇ. ฿Ʉ₮ ł ₵Ø₦₴łĐɆⱤ ɎØɄ ฿Ɇ₮₮ɆⱤ ₮Ⱨ₳₦ ₮Ⱨ₳₮. —
— "You've always known what words to choose, brother. Still, I'm curious to know. Who is he?" —Asks the youngest of the four Dark Gods, referring to the humanoid being with deer features that was being supported by a disgusting member that was born from the back of the god of changing back.
— Öñê mðrê †ððl — He says simply without clear intentions.
It would be dark in a few hours, which he was grateful for, as the heat made it worse to deal with his injuries. Tung Lashor had found another cave to hide in and wait to be completely healed, since now he could only marry small creatures that crawled along the arid walls of the cliffs.
He spent hours lying down hoping not to have unwanted visitors and trying not to think too much about anything, his energy sometimes disappeared completely making him sleep for short periods of time, that instinct that he developed over the years to not leave himself vulnerable to possible attempts on his life while he was sleeping.
— "You are of no use to me dead. Besides, it would be a great disappointment for them to let you win just like that. They are used to those who seek their favor being able to give their physical integrity and their own soul; they expect nothing less." — It had caught him off guard, but far from scaring him, now it only seemed annoying to hear that voiceless voice.
— "It seems to me that I gave you the spectacle you were looking for. It seems that me surviving was part of your plan, although dead I think it would have served just the same." - He replies with annoyance.
— "The only architect of your failure was you." —
— "If you are right, and all because I believed you, how could I seriously think that you were telling the truth?" —He stands up to face him.
— "I told the truth, but you have decided to believe that I lie." —
— "That's right. I decide what I believe in and do you know why? Because I am the owner of my destiny. Not those higher powers that you have created in your head." — The stranger throws his shoulders back and spreads his wings a little while his eyes shone brighter than before.
— "Your lack of faith bothers me." —
— "Your presence seems annoying to me. Go away and leave me alone." —
— "You will not make them have a bad image of me." —His voice becomes dark and deep.
— "Oh, don't worry. They're just in your imagination." — Before he can move to turn his back on the stranger, he feels his feet begin to be devoured by the sand quickly, he tries to move but is swallowed up and by the time he realizes, his legs and chest are underground.
— "Maybe you need a little… perspective." — The last thing he sees before sinking is that smooth mask and a pair of red eyes glowing like burning bonfires.
And he falls. He falls towards the void without pause and without brake. He screams without hope of being heard.
Heat, he's hot around him all of a sudden. A pair of booms echo out of nowhere, booms like cannons being fired.
He sees the bottom. An orange and yellow light that grows larger as it falls onto a blood-red ground and crashes into it. He raises his face and before him, he sees a tower black as night that rose as if it were a shadow contrasted by the colors of the fire around it.
- "What is this?" —He asks dismayed, he tries to convince himself that it is just a magic trick of that trickster conjurer.
The roar of a creature is heard and he sees how a whole horde of monstrous beings with horns come at him at high speed, all carrying flaming swords, forming flaming rows.
Winged and stout abominations carrying whips and axes appear in the skies while vomiting flames from their mouths.
Quadruped beasts with deformed fangs and four eyes in their skulls rush towards him. The sound of cannons resounds again and beings with thick, red armor brandish swords, delivering fierce and merciless slashes against small and almost defenseless enemies.
And in the midst of red legions of horsemen on beasts with heavy armor and flaming swords, a demon with crumbling wings lets out a thunderous roar and then takes flight, and before receiving the full onslaught of that nightmarish cavalry, he falls on his back and is back again. in the cave and the stranger was just standing there; looking at him.
— "What was all that?" - He demands, upset.
— "That... could be yours." —The reptile's stunned expression was immediate. — "The legions of the Lord of Wrath are born of destruction and an insatiable bloodlust. They are his savagery incarnate, the epitome of brutality, rewarded for his ferocity. Join them in his merciless hunt! Praise the wrath of the God of Blood and release your fury. Offer him blood and skulls for his throne. You do not believe now, but your faith will come through your rage. You just have to let go and surrender or you will continue to be humiliated." —
Humiliated Tung recalled his encounter with Kolly, the disdainful look of the members of his old gang at the female outsiders. Because? Why had he returned? Why did he keep insisting? It had only been a vision but it was so real, so vivid that she still echoed with the firing of cannons and the echo of roars. Maybe there was some truth in her words but she still had to show him what he was capable of.
His wounds suddenly no longer hurt, he felt renewed strength and something inside him grew and made him feel anxious. Willing.
"Hurry up with that! I'm hungry!" — Kolly demanded from a difficult chair elevated by a pair of barrels and a metal plate where he rested as a pseudo throne. A piece of meat is brought to him by a canine-like being, Kolly bites it and then spits out the bite. — "This is horrible! If I wanted to eat stones, I would pick any one off the ground." — She slaps him with the piece of meat, settles into his chair while caressing his weapon placed next to her.
— "Hey you! What...?" — Someone outside screams and the two guards who were outside the yellowish tent where Kolly was sheltering are thrown into it with a scream that hits the ground. Kolly is shocked by what happened, someone else enters.
— "Wow, wow. Look who it is." — Tung Lashor's expressionless face made more than one person inside the store feel uneasy, but not Kolly. —"What can I do for you, big guy?" —
— "You offered me a job." - Reply. - "Remember?" — Kolly's annoying laugh is present in such a way that it seemed like he was going to have an attack.
— "Did you hear... that... guys? Tung Lashor has come for the jester job!" —He says with difficulty while his laughter spread to the rest of the rascals.
— "Hey, Smirk! Get your things ready. Maybe I don't need you anymore. I hope you're good!" —
— "Believe me. It will be pleasant." — Move towards Kolly, sitting there they were at the same height.
— "And what do you know how to do besides make people sad, eh?" —
— "I specialize in making funny faces." —
— "What are you saying? How is that going to be something...?" — His sentence is cut off while Tung Lashor cut off his air supply with his left hand.
— "I wish you could see how funny your face is now." — There was an echo of pleasure in the red reptile's voice. The other members of the gang quickly get up to help their leader. Tung uses the scrawny body of the smallest reptile as a club to hit anyone who attacks him.
Some managed to get on his back, but Tung grabbed them and slammed them to the ground or threw them against the rocks or metal boxes inside the tent. He kicked some in the abdomen and finished them off with a powerful blow from his tail. While he threw one of them to the ground, before with a strong blow he broke the head of the fool who tried to attack him.
"You call this a band? It's not even 20," he laughs internally. Kolly squirmed trying to get out of the reptile's grip but it was simply useless.
— "You don't look good, Kolly. Maybe you should sit down!" — He throws him against the chair which falls backwards, both falling with a crash while the improvised platform disassembled, leaving Kolly's weapon within reach of Tung who picks it up. — "Light but resistant. It will do." —
Kolly, still dazed on the ground, tries to get up until his face is kicked with such force that blood spurts from both of his nostrils. Another kick to his back, another to the abdomen. Tung's foot pushes his face into the sand as he tries to shake him off. Finally, Tung stops applying pressure and makes him lie on his back, showing his face smeared with blood and dirt.
And without hesitation he buries one of the points of the spear in the chest of the smallest reptile. Without difficulty, still stuck in the spear, he lifts it up near the roof of the tent. Blood ran down the blackened metal as Kolly moaned and whimpered. A strange feeling of completeness came over Tung Lashor.
— "I told you it was going to be pleasant. Although maybe I should have been specific." — With one movement he throws the poor fool to the side, breaking free of the weapon and hitting the ground and some of his unconscious cronies. He then sees that there is a barrel with burning fathoms and a burning grill.
He takes the barrel and takes it out of the tent, taking one of the pieces of meat by the bone, he goes to knock down the tent, making it fall on its knocked out inhabitants, although he could see that some of them were moving. It did not matter. Once the tent had fallen, he took the barrel and threw it on it, letting the embers begin to consume the fabric, some frightened screams began to be heard and there was something under it but he didn't care because now he had a new weapon and a full stomach.
Height had never been on Catra's side. She was small, no taller than Kyle, which wasn't something to be particularly proud of since anyone was. However, it was not the only issue in which she felt small for a long time but she now saw everything and everyone from the top, which was always the place.
Her anatomy, on the other hand, had blessed her with abilities that some would only wish or dream of. Her arms are thin but strong, her legs agile and resistant; its claws hard and sharp. Her training was annoying because she felt that they did not reinforce all the potential she had. Furthermore, if she wanted to listen to Adora, she had better already have the rest of the days to do so.
She would disappear for hours to improve her own skills undisturbed, perfecting a unique style she had created for herself by taking advantage of her physicality and her natural instincts.
She almost didn't remember the time when her claws were white, it was something very distant that almost seemed foreign to her, but she did remember how they turned black over the years because of the times they broke, making her bleed and every time. As they grew they took on that color.
Once the heroine became a constant nuisance and her physical superiority a barrier to overcome, she knew she couldn't just stick with what she'd learned. She had to improve. And she had more than done it but she felt that she was still missing him, that she still didn't hurt him enough. It was time to try something new.
If anything had been burned into her mind after her dimensional break, beyond those glowing green eyes and that disturbing rat laugh, it was something she had seen one of them do that she particularly captured. her attention. Her tail was the weakest of all her members and everything in her being had to be strong together if winning was her intention.
The rat in her vision used its tail as another limb to grab a sword, if she could replicate that, it could be a more than effective resource. Hand-to-hand combat was her specialty but she spent years training with metal bars now she just had to hone in on medium range combat. Although now the most important thing for her was to learn to use her tail as something useful. She didn't know how much time she had spent trying to get her tail to even hold firmly one of the Horde's electric batons. Between grunts and a couple of bad-sounding words, she was finally able to stabilize the device. Taking a couple of laps in that semi-empty warehouse to get a little used to the sensation and so that she wouldn't fall, she thought she was ready to try it.
— "Let's see. Let's see if it works." — You are in a space open enough to move. She's rushing towards you with that knife ready to cut you in half from above. Be quick. The mental image of She-ra charging at her at high speed, brandishing the sword with force, completely took over her.
Starting to run forward, where he visualized her, he gained speed with each step and, propelling himself with his legs, he made a jump, almost exactly calculating the height needed to pass over Adora's hollow head and, using his arms to balance and With a movement of the hip, he tries to hit him with the stick while it is activated, to where his opponent should theoretically be. The simulation had to be realistic according to her. The only thing she achieved was for the cane to fall without even having a halfway acceptable result.
She had always been more about dodging attacks and hitting vulnerable spots with quick claws and kicks, but having witnessed the viciousness with which Adora attacked Double Trouble in the Crimson Desert made her rethink a few things. Maybe being fast wasn't enough anymore. Maybe she should get within reach of her, and at the same time, be as far away as possible.
She didn't have the foggiest idea how to exercise her tail to do whatever she wanted, she was uncomfortable to sleep at times. But her stubbornness was controlling her at that moment. She just tried to get used to holding the cane.
Come on, she mentally scolded herself. +It's a part of you, you have control over it.+ She knew when and how to use her skills, and if she could learn to use a whip on her first try why was this so difficult? The mere idea of having to remember any of those visions of her sent a stinging sensation through her that made all of her fur stand on end. And when she did so she only remembered the piles of corpses over which she walked and the dark carriages pulled by black horses that made the ground tremble like tremors.
But she remembered that in both her head and that of the tall, pale-skinned being, a voice spoke. With hate, all things are possible.
A burning invades her right arm. Her marks hurt again and a foreign memory seen from her eyes comes to her mind like a flash of lightning illuminating the night sky.
Adora's memory reproaches her. You made your choice. Now live with it and her fist going straight for her face.
She didn't know when that had happened. She didn't know why it was on her mind and she knew even less why it irritated her so much. But she did it.
The staff was held firmly by her tail, she felt every fiber of it working hard. She kept seeing her there reminding her of things she already knew. The vivid memory of the day she saw her transform into that thing that tormented her for many nights.
She began to run with fierce speed and when she thought she was close and she was ready to attack her, Catra bent her knees and once in the air she rotated her body around itself and with a movement of her hips in tune with her tail she managed to hit her just right. in the face. The staff crackled and a green beam shot out of her weapon, snapping her out of her self-induced trance.
She landed on her feet, for a moment she could swear she heard her scream of pain echoing through the room. A satisfied smile appeared on her face. Although her joy did not last long.
—"Me-ow." — A voice with a refined accent makes her turn around. — "You really impress me, kitten." —
- "What are you doing here?" — Catra scolds her most recent "acquisition."
— "This is not the most fun place in the world and it is even less so if you insist that I stay in a cold, damp room." —Double Trouble complains. — "Not to mention that I haven't seen any… benefits yet." —she emphasized the latter.
— "You will have your pay when I have results." — Catra responds bluntly. — "Before doing anything I have to show you the "boss.""
— "The boss", so is there anyone else in charge? —The shapeshifter insidiously inquires.
— "I just make him believe that it is like that." — He smiles sideways as he picks up the electric baton. — "Show him your skills." —
They both share malicious smiles.
There was no more doubt. There was no hesitation. Any hint of fear had completely disappeared.
Tung Lashor advanced with long strides on the sand of that terrain that many feared to tread. His eyes were on his prize and now he was waiting for what would be the definitive proof of him to appear.
He was still ecstatic from the night before. The satisfaction in his being after stabbing Kolly was still on the surface and a fire unknown to him burned in his chest and he was ready to spread it and burn everything.
A crash is heard next to him. There was his other prize. A one-eyed skullcap screeched and tried to look intimidating, but in the reptile's eyes, it was no longer so big or so dangerous.
— "There you are, disgusting." —The Skull-Spider runs quickly against the reptile. With the metal spear in his hands, he waits until she is at the right distance and once he has it where he wanted it, he jumps and turns on his back, remaining under her and without hesitation he stabs her in the unprotected belly with all his strength. strength it has.
The creature lets out a disgusting scream and manages to hit Tung with its hindquarters, but its prey soon rejoins and it was too late to act as it had already launched itself with its jaws open, ready to swallow it. Another of the points digs into the upper part of the jaws.
Tung's arms with renewed strength above his head and with his fists he hits the vermin's eyes. She just whimpers, trying without luck to get him off of her. Taking advantage of the enemy's disorientation, he runs as best he can. He could already feel the gun in his hands. The weight of it, his arms moving cutting and tearing, the shine of the steel points gleaming in broad daylight or reflecting the glow of bonfires at night.
(Anthem of the Dead — God of War III plays)
Finally, he puts his hands on the handle and pulls hard, brandishing the sword while listening to the air being cut by its blade. The Skull-Spider continues where he left it with the spear stuck in its jaws and its eyes burst and bleeding. Tung charges at her at full speed carrying her new weapon like one carrying a thin wooden staff.
He makes a cut and removes one of the animal's legs with a slash. He gives another and another and another; Already with several severed legs he falls and Tung climbs on top of the obsidian armor and, uttering a euphoric and abnormal scream, buries the weapon through the natural armor, making it creak and crack. The vermin screamed again but was silenced when the sword went straight through his head, finally finishing it off.
His breathing was labored, his hands were trembling, and a deranged smile appeared on his face, as if he had enjoyed every moment of suffering of the creature that almost killed him.
That's how it is in the Crimson Desert.
A figure with black wings flies over it and descends until it is on the sand near the pool of black blood that had formed from the animal's wounds. The mask made it impossible to know what his expression was.
— "You see it?!" —He declaims over the animal's corpse. — "You've seen?! I'm the first to kill one of these pestilent creatures! I've earned the right to wear this!" —He raises the weapon to the heavens. — "I am Tung Lashor!" —
— "I never doubted you. And now neither do they. Come on! Tung Lashor. We have work to do." —He spreads his wings to take flight again. — "Let's show everyone the glory of Chaos!"
A mark is engraved on the handle of the sword and on his wrists, and despite being burned into the skin he does not feel pain. He wields the sword again and with one swift slash he decapitates the remains of the animal. The feeling of joy inside him was so great, so accommodating that he felt as if his magnificence was being witnessed for the pleasure of whoever saw it.
A warning to the people
The good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian
The martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world, It's a brave new world, It's a brave new world
A brave new world
The war is won
The war is won
A brave new world