Private Eastern Brisshal Questionable Content

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus sprung from the bush as the man threw his lance, using his canon that materialized in his hands to deflect the lance away from Corsair. He hissed, his legs felt wobbly and numb, which would be a problem if this fight was going to be a tough one. He aimed and fired, his canon BOOMING as a ball shot forward. The Haemomancer, bulging with blood, flexed his core and Brutus stared in awe as the man CAUGHT his ball with his gut. Veins pulsing black as if filled with nanomachines, the man grinned viciously at him. His wrists gushed red, turning into twin scythe like blades as he dashed forward. Brutus stumbled forward awkwardly, trying his best to get lets to wake up and keep his footing. The enemy slashed once, twice, the first the giant caught with his canon, the other dashing along his torso sending flashes of red through his vision. The two broke apart, the man dancing past him with incredible speed.

Brutus' eyes bulged as they followed him, the man making a beeline for Corsair, but not for long. He hit him with a guard stance ability taunt, coupling it with his own verbal taunt. "Hey fuckface, we're not done!" He dashed after him swinging his canon. The man danced around and caught his swing with crossed arms, his veins pulsing still.

He broke away from him, stumbling backwards as the man chased after him with slashing blood blades. Slowly but surely he was shaking off the malaise that had come with their stakeout. As long as he was keeping him off Corsair, he could keep things under a certain level of control.

 

[Corsair]

The haemomancer clashed with Brutus, sending splashes of blood across the battlefield. Was it the mage's own blood? Her friend's blood? The blood of some poor wolf? It all looked the same, and it all hit just as hard.

Pale smoke leaked from the broken body of Fujitsu, and Corsair felt a twist in her gut. She pushed out of her hiding spot, keeping in the haemomancer's blind spot as she slunk towards the battling pair. She was terrified, for the first time since she'd logged on, but it had nothing to do with this bladed blood warrior.

She wasn't worried about him, or any damage she might take. Like she'd said to Brutus she wasn't made of porcelain. And she wasn't filled with just circuitry either.

Corsair reached out, and the bracelet on her wrist crackled with sympathetic lightning. There was a loose spirit nearby, and she was calling to it. "Sam!" she demanded, and the little frog perked up from its spot on Brutus' shoulder, "Fujitsu! To me!"

The spirit of the wolf whipped across the battlefield like a whip of smoke, drawn straight into her open mouth. Sam too, spilled his spirit, and Corsair took both of the souls inside her shell.

She felt insane. Mingled thoughts clashed in her head like sparks jumping between half-cut wires. Memories from three lives and two deaths merged into an unintelligible stream of insanity. She cried out, as the strongest of the drives took front seat in her brain.

BLOODLESS WOLF SPIRIT

Blood. My blood. Everywhere. She sniffed the air but it was all scentless chrome. Wrong! All empty. Taken! Take back! Her murderous lupine gaze narrowed on the haemomancer, and suddenly her metal teeth felt very sharp. It! KILLER! Bite bite bite! Rip and take back blood!

The wolf spirit in charge of Corsair's body threw itself at the mage. Her metal fingers dug like claws, ripping at the thick veins just as she bit into his bulging neck. Tasteless blood filled her mouth and the man screamed, his power leaking into the grass around him.

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

The man howled, or was it Brutus, or Corsair? Who's howl was it anyways, it didn't matter. All that mattered is that this was life and death, and Corsair had opened an opportunity. he man floundered trying to slash at the woman who was draining his power, leaving his body open for Brutus to SMASH into him with his hammer.

WHAM

One swing into his leg, he could feel the reverberations through the metal, feel his legs begin to give.

WHAM

Another one stuck home, he could feel the mans leg crack, the deflating blood cushions doing little to protect him from the Giants blows.

WHAM

The man's leg gave way and he sunk to the ground, his canon didn't relent.

WHAM WHAM WHAM.

It wasn't working, sure he'd disabled the man for the moment, but he hadn't finished him off yet. "CORSAIR GET CLEAR." He howled. "I'VE GOT AN IDEA."

 

[Corsair]

Corsair did not get clear. Corsair was not in charge. Instead, the wolf spirit sank her teeth deeper into the creature, ripping at his ripe muscle.

Brutus shouted at her to move, and a voice from inside shouted at her to let go. To get clear. To move out of the firing line of the man with the big, big, gun.

The shouts from inside and out demanded that she let go, but she had her killer in her mouth now, and all she could taste was revenge. Revenge!

She could feel the blood pooling under her, flowing up and back into the enemy. No matter how much she spilled, he was just drawing it right back in to repair himself.

Words bubbled up through her sopping mouth, bubbling the blood as she locked her golden, glowing eyes with Brutus. She was party pinned under the struggling enemy, and she growled as she spoke, her teeth never letting go of her prey.

"Grrrrrrrake rrra shot!"

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus' eyes bulged. He did NOT like this feral Corsair, and he would have to give her a stern talking to when this was all done, but first he needed to settle this. The man spat blood in his face, trying to blind him as he continued his assault. This wasn't going to work, he needed something drastic, something spectacular something.

"You should work more on that Pyromancy. It's good to have something big to hit enemies with, but I have heard that some enemies are immune to physical damage. The combination of physical and fire will serve you well."

His eyes widened, perfect. If she wouldn't get free of him, he would just end it in a way that would free her of him. He pivoted back and around, pressed his canon into the mans ribs. He tried to pull away, but it was too late, he let loose a burst of searing hot flame that shot out of the barrel like a flame and SLICED the man in twain with surgical precision, doing his best to keep Corsair out of the blast radius of the fire. The man HOWLED in pain, his legs flopping to the ground as he began to gush like a fountain of blood. It was sickening, like some final destination shit, but Brutus had hopefully finished him.

The man writhed and howled, scratching at Corsair, but the vitae he'd been stealing from the wolves had begun to empty out like a fountain. He would have no fuel soon.

"Cor!" He barked. "Jesus christ let the fucker go."

 

[Corsair]

Shouting and screaming at the Wolf Spirit was almost as effective as logic and reason were, which is to say that both approaches did absolutely zero to bring Corsair back into control.

But the incredible conflagration of iron and fire that tore the haemomancer in half was very effective at snapping her back to her senses. As she pulled herself up from the sodden, crimson grass, Corsair found herself back in control.

"Grrrrreat work," she growled, before coughing to get the last of blood and wolf out of her throat. It was like the aftermath of a furry convention. "I'm-" visions of running through the forest shot through her brain. Chasing down deer with her pack. "Fujitsu, Out!" she shouted, and the Wolf Spirit flew out, seeking the nearest vessel and slipping into Sam, the frog who had been happily sitting on Brutus' shoulder and radiating healing energy.

Corsair was left with a feeling of deep, disconnected calm. She felt like a pool of water. Not like she was soaking in it, but like she was the pool. Deep and calm, and merging with the life that wriggled within her. She felt held, by the forest around her. "I'm fine," she said, with such a deep, personal calm that her voice came out as a slick monotone. "I would like to sit. And then. We should go. Back home."

As Corsair rested, Sam prowled up Brutus' neck and latched on to his ear, gumming him harmlessly. Despite all the blood, the spirit of the wolf was apparently still hungry.

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

Brutus took a moment to plop to his knees, breathing heavily. That was, that was too much. He could feel his knees shaking, his blood still seeped from the cuts he'd suffered. Gritting his teeth, he worked some flames around his hand and raised it to the slices, singing them shot with a searing sizzling that sent flashes of red surging from his vision. He grit his teeth, silently groaning to not alert Corsair. After a moment of rest, putting air back in his lungs he shakily rose to his feet. He reached into his inventory, pulled out an apple and his water skin, chugging some water and downing some food. He watched his bars, which were already pretty low, tick upwards a bit and took a deep breath. Staggering forward, he would reach down, and without even asking or listening to any complaints, scoop Corsair up bridal style from her spot on the grass.

"Yeah, lets get scamperin. I think the base is on the other side of town though, are you okay if I get us a room at the taven for the night?"

 

[Corsair]

"Tired," was all Corsair could say. She's sunk down into a deep, relaxing puddle, and as Brutus picked her up she somehow had the presence of mind to point at the sliced halves of her spider construct. "Spider," she said, feeling sleep pulling at her mind. She couldn't leave her hard work here. She needed the body to put the Puddle Spirit back in! Otherwise it was going to be hell to craft something from scratch. She might even have to let it go.

She didn't have to look at her meters to know what was happening. The toll of her Battle Spirit powers had been intense, and she'd suffered a ton of damage from that final attack. On reflex she'd healed the worst of it, but now her energy was incredibly low. She was glad that she'd mentioned the charging port to Brutus before, because if she hit zero without finding a source of magical energy she'd be out for much longer. Hopefully he remembered.

5%? 6%? she wondered, as her heavy lids dragged her down into darkness.

 

[Brutus Dahlgren]

He scooped up her spider with a free hand, gods she practically weighed nothing. His steps were heavy, plodding slowly as he trudged back to their home. His meters began to flash low in his peripheral and he grunted. Home wasn't an option it would seem. He scarfed another apple down, gods he was getting sick of apples, forcing himself to continue forward. Where could they crash? He was going to crash, but he needed to make sure they were safe while they did.

Step, step, step.

Gods he ached, his body groaned and screamed with every step. He didn't have much longer left in him. One foot in front of the other, slowly but surely. Breathe in, breathe out. He could do this, he could do this, he could do this.

Time slipped away from him, he wasn't sure if minutes or hours had passed, but finally he found himself standing in a small clearing. Glowing in the center was a large ten foot tall stone with a singular rune carved into it illuminating the night. His detect mode read it off as a standing stone, but better yet, it was a safe zone. Didn't Corsair said she slept at these? He took a few more staggering steps and then sank to one knee. Grunting, he forced himself forward until he could lean himself against the stone as it pulsed warmly. He took several shakey breaths, scarfed down some more food and water to settle him for the night and clutched Corsair tightly against him. He wasn't sure if she could get cold or not, but he wasn't going to risk it. He carefully removed his jacket and draped it over the both of them as a blanket and then closed his eyes, succumbing to his fatigue.