Violence runs in the blood
God's, demons and those who scurry below
Vicious cycle, blood festivals.
O Achra! In the trench of slaughter
Yelping monstrosities and swirling distortions
All will know your strength.
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Oukacon can still feel it.
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It's rather hard to sleep when it's so persistent.
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He grumbles before attempting to focus more on that inner fire, it flickers and wavers, before slowly petering out. What a shame.
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He opens his eyes and sees a figure on the periphery of his vision. Clad in a different uniform than the other nuisances, she looks around the same age along with having the same weapon, her lip quivers as she scans the area for what Oukacon presumes to be threats.
"Hoh 'kay… just.. keep it cool. You're a Valkyrie officer, remember that…" She mutters under her breath.
Only distant gunfire pierce the silence that permeates the desolate, wrecked marketplace. The girl clutches her shotgun close, fingers white from the strain of her grip, her paranoid gaze eventually meets the strange statue standing in the middle of a destroyed marketplace.
"This is not what I signed up for-Huh… that's not. Tch, never mind then." She walks into the marketplace proper, sauntering now that the perceived 'threat' is no longer there.
Oukacon observes the brazen display before him with narrowed eyes. The first time was a blunder on his part, this time? He'll make sure they get the message.
"Um. Is this thing recording?… yeah, okay then." The girl taps the body cam on her chest before walking around and observing the wreckage of the truck and fountain.
The statue is still stood in the same pose.
"So… this isn't, like, prime gang territory. I haven't gotten attacked or anything and I haven't seen graffiti yet. Maybe the truck is the graffiti? Or something like it? I don't know- lik- never mind." She states.
She rotates her body so the camera can get a good view of the destruction before looking directly at Oukacon's back.
"Yeah, there's also this thing, it probably has something to do with the whole cracked concrete thingy. It's stemming from it's feet…someone dropped it? Uh…" She looks from the tire tracks in the concrete, the still smoking truck and then to Oukacon. "Maybe… this truck was carrying the statue and crashed which cause the statue to fly out, cracking the concrete, and also landing on it's feet?… that's… really stupid, no… you know what? That's for y'all to decide." She smirks as she says that.
'I've heard enough. This prattle doesn't give me much information to work with.' Oukacon thinks.
The girl continues to walk around the statue, muttering theories to herself, Oukacon's left hand begins to emit a soft green glow.
"Look at the make though, like, I'm not even into the whole cosplay thing. But… hoo… this looks goo-" Her eyes glance over the glow on his hand. "What…?"
Vines erupt from the ground latching and tying themselves around her legs. She attempts to move away in shock, but her legs are tied firmly together, she trips over herself but manages to keep the shotgun in her hands.
"Wah! What the hell?…" She trails off.
The statue's standing over her. The cacophony of the vines tearing the ground hid the creaking and grinding of armor plates that heralded any movement from it.
"Stop! Get away!" She raises her shotgun at the statue's head and…. it swings the axe and cleaves the shotgun in half.
She stares at the half she's still holding for a moment before dropping it and reaching down to her waist and quickly unholstering her pistol, quickly firing a burst into the statue's helmet, attempting to shoot at its eyes.
"Take that!" She smirks as the magazine clicks empty and… "Uh. shit." There's not even a scratch on his armor.
One swing of the axe and she's left holding only the grip of the pistol, a nervous grin appears on her face as she attempts to use her hands to push herself away.
"Alright. Alright!" She shouts frantically. "I'm sorry! I'm.. hrrg!" She attempts to pull at the vines. "Just let me leave!"
Oukacon looms over the girl. He observes her desperately yanking at the vines.
'Weak. Like the rest, I'll send it proper.'
In one fluid motion, he raises the Bull Axe overhead, glaring at the girl through the slits in his helmet. It's only now that the girl notices the blood red iris's in them.
"Wait!" She says whilst closing her eyes.
She throws her arms up in a futile attempt to shield herself. The axe comes down with immense force and…
"…what?" The blade buries itself fully into the concrete next to her head.
She opens her eyes at the sound, warily glancing at the wickedly sharp edge of the axe, before daring to glance up at the statue.
It raises a foot to stomp directly next to her torso. The force ripples through the ground and has her body feeling faint, heart beat racing and she can't stop her hands from trembling. It raises it's right hand to point out into the distance, the vines suddenly receding, freeing her from the restraints.
"Yo-I...what do you want?.." She struggles to get out the words. "You want me to go?" The statue stomps again. "A-okayokay. leaving now."
She gets up frantically before sprinting away. Oukacon's hand glows a bright green as vines burst from the ground once again and wrap around the pole of the axe.
'Next time any one of you come back and don't heed the warning, I'll kill you on the spot, Do Not Come Back.' He thinks.
The vines rips the Bull Axe from the floor and returns it to his waiting hand. He doesn't bother with the inner flame this time. It's clear that more will be coming, hopefully just to observe him, he doesn't have a problem with that.
People coming close though?
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He'll kill them the next time. If they dare.
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