Post by tjkernan on Dec 28, 2011 3:10:53 GMT -5
Ultimate WildC.A.T.S. #3
"Blood Sacrifices"
TJKernan
Deathwing bent low, behind the large tree and green vine overgrowth before him. He stood there quietly and watched two of the warrior women in the small clearing about thirty feet ahead of him. The women were quite engrossed in the process of eating something which Deathwing couldn't see at first. They grunted at each other in satisfaction between bites, growling at each other in a crude form of Spanish which Deathwing could only sort of pick out a handful of words.
Deathwing moved slowly closer to the duo. He was very careful to make no noise, being very methodical in every movement, no matter how small.
Closer, he finally saw what the women were passing between them-their meal. It was an arm. A half-eaten human arm.
The women stopped chattering to each other. One of them turned and looked in Deathwing's direction. Bits of human flesh hung from her mouth as she raised her nose into the air and sniffed. She grunted something low to the other woman and then went back to her meal.
Deathwing watched as the second woman grabbed a piece of flesh from somewhere on the ground and shoved a large piece into her mouth and disappeared in the direction opposite where Deathwing stood.
Unsure of what was happening, Deathwing quietly stood in place and watched the warrior woman, who continued to gnaw away at the flesh that hung off the bone of the arm.
After several minutes Deathwing heard movement to the left. He turned and saw her. The second female warrior. She had circled around and was coming up upon him. She was quiet, but not quite quiet enough, not to somebody trained his whole life in preparation for battle.
A spear stabbed through the air. Deathwing dodged to the right and the barbed tip struck the air on his side harmlessly. Deathwing used the blades attached to his wrist, slashing at the wooden handle the barbed blades were attached to. His sharpened blades cleaved through the wood, shearing off the bladed tip.
The woman grunted in anger and lunged at Deathwing. Her fighting style was sloppy. She was strong, but lacked any sort of real grappling skills. As she attempted to grab Deathwing he dodged to the side, placing a hard knee to her abdomen. Before the woman could recover from the blow, Deathwing plunged one his double wrist blades into her back, pushing in deep. The blades go deep, puncturing her lung from behind. Deathwing leaps to the side, pulling the blades out in a spurt of crimson.
As the first woman falls to the ground, the second one has closed the gap from the small clearing. She carries a pair of knives. She yells something and spits a chunk of flesh at Deathwing. Slashing the blades towards Deathwing's head, she attempts to take out his eyes, but Deathwing is more than prepared for her sloppy attack. He goes low, down to one knee, and slashes both of the dual-wrist blades in a crossing motion. The blades rip through the clothes and flesh of the female warrior's abdomen.
The woman takes a step backwards and looks down. Blood pours through the gaping gashes, and the formerly internal organs of her stomach begin to pour through. She doesn't even notice as the next slash plunges one of the dual blades straight into her heart.
Deathwing picks up one of the shredded pieces of cloth to wipe the blood from his blades, before activating the headset in his ear.
"Manchester. I have made contact with a couple of our enemies. Just two of them here though. They aren't exactly the best fighters..."
Moments later Manchester Black spoke back.
"Bloody good show. Triumph has located what he thinks is their primary camp from the air. Activate your team locator and find us. We are going in..."
----
The camp of the warrior women lay a few thousand yards from the base of the temple. Except for a couple of small scouting parties, almost all of the warriors were in the camp when the explosions began in the town. At first none of them really paid attention, they just figured the stupid men of the city were acting foolishly, as sometimes happened. But more explosions came, and one of the scout parties reported back that the docks were ablaze and that the base of the warrior men who guarded the city was on fire.
The leader of the warrior woman, Xiuhtecutli, gathered her troops in the center of the camp to discuss things. Something was going on in the town of the foolish men. Bad men doing bad things. The warrior women's concern did not lie with the men however. They're mission was to protect Guedhe, and he was inside the temple. So here, at the village most of the women would stay and prepare for whatever may come. Xiuhtecutli dispatched a two-woman scout team to go to the town and see what they could, and the rest began to eat and prepare their weapons.
----
Triumph hovered in the air as he waited for the rest of the team to assemble. From the trail Antiphon appeared first, and a few minutes later Manchester Black, The Key, and Breathtaker appeared. The team stood there for several more minutes before Deathwing appeared from out of the trees. Assembled, the five on the ground walked towards the camp, with Triumph in the air in front of them.
The path to the camp was lined on both sides with wooden stakes, the tops of which adorned with the heads of past meals-men, women, and children natives of the island of Diabloverde.
The Key looked at a nearby head of a child distastefully, noting that several bites had been taken from the flesh, "Can we put these monsters down, and quick."
Manchester nodded in acknowledgement, noticing that Breathtaker was looking none to well after seeing the gnawed head of a young girl.
Yelling could be heard in front of them. The cannibal warrior women began to appear, nearly a dozen of them, armed with swords, spears, and shields.
"Take them down." was all Manchester said as he pulled his pistols from their holsters inside his duster.
Antiphon was the first to move. With his super-speed he raced to the nearest female warrior and before she even knew what was happening pulled her own spear from her grasp and stabbed the weapon deep into the gut of the one next to her. He then grabbed the stabbed woman's sword and turned to slash the neck of the first woman.
"Child killers." muttered Breathtaker as she raised her hands and concentrated on several of the women in front, pulling the air from their lungs. The women dropped their weapons and grasped at their chests and throats, trying to get some kind of oxygen into their bodies.
Manchester Fired two shots at a warrior woman. The first bullet struck her shield and she smirked right before the second bullet hit her straight between her eyes.
"Shit," said Deathwing, sprinting forward, "leave some for the guy who fight hand-to-hand please..."
As the dead began to fall, another round of the women showed up.
"Shit." said Triumph, looking at this next wave.
"Shit what, Triumph?" asked Manchester Black as he downed another of the warrior women. Behind him The Key fired off several shots as well.
Before Triumph could respond. Antiphon, already working his way to his seventh kill, found himself surrounded in a wall of flames. Engulfed in the wall, he could feel the terrible heat burning his fleshed. He yelled as he began to burn, running off at high speeds back down the path towards the city, hoping to stop the burning by moving at high speeds to extinguish the flames.
"Where the frackin' 'ell did that come from?" asked Manchester confused.
Triumph responded, "The leader of these killer cannibals. Xiuhtecutli. I see her in the back of this new pack coming in."
"Who is she?" asked The Key as he fired that struck the arm of one of the women. Dead warrior women lay everywhere, but the living just climbed over them and would soon be in melee distance of the team.
"Short story," responded Triumph, "She is a nasty immortal who drinks blood and controls fire. She is one of nine from a group called The Cadre of Immortals. They tried to take over the world on more than one..."
The Key sighed, "I though you said short Triumph..."
"We have a past," said Triumph, changing his tone, "I'll deal with her."
Triumph flew in quickly above the throng of warrior women. He swooped down, grabbing Xiuhtecutli by each of her wrists, and pulled her up with him, shooting the two high into the sky, into the cloud of the sky above.
Suddenly he came to a stop, holding the woman with one of his hands by the throat, the other on one wrapped around her left wrist.
Down on the ground, without their leader, the warrior women fell in droves, their fighting abilities no match for the shooting of Manchester Black and The Key, the air-stealing ability of Breathtaker, and the unmatched fighting prowess of Deathwing.
Bloody bodies stacked like cords of wood in the path. A few of the women actually managed to get close to Manchester, The Key, and Breathtaker, only to find they closed in on illusions created by Manchester, and instead the three stood in some other location.
High in the sky, an angry Xiuhtecutli attempted to use her powers, to engulf this enemy in a burst of flame, but found that she could not get her powers to work.
<Your powers an ineffective against me Xiuhtecutli,>said Triumph, in Spanish, <I am absorbing the solar energy that powers your flames before you can generate it. Thank you, it makes me feel all tingly.>
<Do I know you human?> asked Xiuhtecutli, her voice labored as she struggled to breathe with Triumph's hand around her throat.
Triumph nodded, <I am hurt. 1782. You and your fellow Cadre members tried to use the Worlogog to reshape the world. We stopped you then...>
<You were one of The Knights? Then you know you can't kill me.>
Triumph smirked, <True enough, but I can make sure, alien witch, you don't eat anybody for a good long time. Have your energy back...>
Solar energy fired from Triumph's eyes. Moments later nothing remained of Xiuhtecutli head.
<and I am no human, witch, > muttered Triumph, as he continued to burn away the body of Xiuhtecutli, <I am a Kherubim.>
Triumph flew back to the camp to discover the fight with the warrior women over. Two dozen of the women lay dead on the path. The rocks and dirt ran red with the blood of all the bodies sliced apart and full of bullet holes.
As Triumph landed near Manchester, a gust of wind caught everyone's attention.
"You going to live Antiphon?" asked Manchester as he pilled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter.
"Yeah," said Antiphon, coming to a stop beside The Key, "shocked me more than anything. I received a few minor burns, but mostly the attack just shocked me. Did ruin my suit however, so I went back and grabbed a new one from my room. Also singed some hair, I am going to need a new haircut..."
Breathtaker smiled, "You needed one of those anyways..."
Antiphon shrugged, "Perhaps. Where is the bitch that tried to barbeque my beautiful face?"
"Gone," said Triumph, "sorry, but I couldn't wait around for you to return."
"Yeah well," said Manchester, "the cannibal crazies have been eliminated as a threat. This island is almost ours. Only thing left is that..."
Manchester pointed to his left, towards the large stone temple that housed the dictator Guedhe.
"Blood Sacrifices"
TJKernan
Deathwing bent low, behind the large tree and green vine overgrowth before him. He stood there quietly and watched two of the warrior women in the small clearing about thirty feet ahead of him. The women were quite engrossed in the process of eating something which Deathwing couldn't see at first. They grunted at each other in satisfaction between bites, growling at each other in a crude form of Spanish which Deathwing could only sort of pick out a handful of words.
Deathwing moved slowly closer to the duo. He was very careful to make no noise, being very methodical in every movement, no matter how small.
Closer, he finally saw what the women were passing between them-their meal. It was an arm. A half-eaten human arm.
The women stopped chattering to each other. One of them turned and looked in Deathwing's direction. Bits of human flesh hung from her mouth as she raised her nose into the air and sniffed. She grunted something low to the other woman and then went back to her meal.
Deathwing watched as the second woman grabbed a piece of flesh from somewhere on the ground and shoved a large piece into her mouth and disappeared in the direction opposite where Deathwing stood.
Unsure of what was happening, Deathwing quietly stood in place and watched the warrior woman, who continued to gnaw away at the flesh that hung off the bone of the arm.
After several minutes Deathwing heard movement to the left. He turned and saw her. The second female warrior. She had circled around and was coming up upon him. She was quiet, but not quite quiet enough, not to somebody trained his whole life in preparation for battle.
A spear stabbed through the air. Deathwing dodged to the right and the barbed tip struck the air on his side harmlessly. Deathwing used the blades attached to his wrist, slashing at the wooden handle the barbed blades were attached to. His sharpened blades cleaved through the wood, shearing off the bladed tip.
The woman grunted in anger and lunged at Deathwing. Her fighting style was sloppy. She was strong, but lacked any sort of real grappling skills. As she attempted to grab Deathwing he dodged to the side, placing a hard knee to her abdomen. Before the woman could recover from the blow, Deathwing plunged one his double wrist blades into her back, pushing in deep. The blades go deep, puncturing her lung from behind. Deathwing leaps to the side, pulling the blades out in a spurt of crimson.
As the first woman falls to the ground, the second one has closed the gap from the small clearing. She carries a pair of knives. She yells something and spits a chunk of flesh at Deathwing. Slashing the blades towards Deathwing's head, she attempts to take out his eyes, but Deathwing is more than prepared for her sloppy attack. He goes low, down to one knee, and slashes both of the dual-wrist blades in a crossing motion. The blades rip through the clothes and flesh of the female warrior's abdomen.
The woman takes a step backwards and looks down. Blood pours through the gaping gashes, and the formerly internal organs of her stomach begin to pour through. She doesn't even notice as the next slash plunges one of the dual blades straight into her heart.
Deathwing picks up one of the shredded pieces of cloth to wipe the blood from his blades, before activating the headset in his ear.
"Manchester. I have made contact with a couple of our enemies. Just two of them here though. They aren't exactly the best fighters..."
Moments later Manchester Black spoke back.
"Bloody good show. Triumph has located what he thinks is their primary camp from the air. Activate your team locator and find us. We are going in..."
----
The camp of the warrior women lay a few thousand yards from the base of the temple. Except for a couple of small scouting parties, almost all of the warriors were in the camp when the explosions began in the town. At first none of them really paid attention, they just figured the stupid men of the city were acting foolishly, as sometimes happened. But more explosions came, and one of the scout parties reported back that the docks were ablaze and that the base of the warrior men who guarded the city was on fire.
The leader of the warrior woman, Xiuhtecutli, gathered her troops in the center of the camp to discuss things. Something was going on in the town of the foolish men. Bad men doing bad things. The warrior women's concern did not lie with the men however. They're mission was to protect Guedhe, and he was inside the temple. So here, at the village most of the women would stay and prepare for whatever may come. Xiuhtecutli dispatched a two-woman scout team to go to the town and see what they could, and the rest began to eat and prepare their weapons.
----
Triumph hovered in the air as he waited for the rest of the team to assemble. From the trail Antiphon appeared first, and a few minutes later Manchester Black, The Key, and Breathtaker appeared. The team stood there for several more minutes before Deathwing appeared from out of the trees. Assembled, the five on the ground walked towards the camp, with Triumph in the air in front of them.
The path to the camp was lined on both sides with wooden stakes, the tops of which adorned with the heads of past meals-men, women, and children natives of the island of Diabloverde.
The Key looked at a nearby head of a child distastefully, noting that several bites had been taken from the flesh, "Can we put these monsters down, and quick."
Manchester nodded in acknowledgement, noticing that Breathtaker was looking none to well after seeing the gnawed head of a young girl.
Yelling could be heard in front of them. The cannibal warrior women began to appear, nearly a dozen of them, armed with swords, spears, and shields.
"Take them down." was all Manchester said as he pulled his pistols from their holsters inside his duster.
Antiphon was the first to move. With his super-speed he raced to the nearest female warrior and before she even knew what was happening pulled her own spear from her grasp and stabbed the weapon deep into the gut of the one next to her. He then grabbed the stabbed woman's sword and turned to slash the neck of the first woman.
"Child killers." muttered Breathtaker as she raised her hands and concentrated on several of the women in front, pulling the air from their lungs. The women dropped their weapons and grasped at their chests and throats, trying to get some kind of oxygen into their bodies.
Manchester Fired two shots at a warrior woman. The first bullet struck her shield and she smirked right before the second bullet hit her straight between her eyes.
"Shit," said Deathwing, sprinting forward, "leave some for the guy who fight hand-to-hand please..."
As the dead began to fall, another round of the women showed up.
"Shit." said Triumph, looking at this next wave.
"Shit what, Triumph?" asked Manchester Black as he downed another of the warrior women. Behind him The Key fired off several shots as well.
Before Triumph could respond. Antiphon, already working his way to his seventh kill, found himself surrounded in a wall of flames. Engulfed in the wall, he could feel the terrible heat burning his fleshed. He yelled as he began to burn, running off at high speeds back down the path towards the city, hoping to stop the burning by moving at high speeds to extinguish the flames.
"Where the frackin' 'ell did that come from?" asked Manchester confused.
Triumph responded, "The leader of these killer cannibals. Xiuhtecutli. I see her in the back of this new pack coming in."
"Who is she?" asked The Key as he fired that struck the arm of one of the women. Dead warrior women lay everywhere, but the living just climbed over them and would soon be in melee distance of the team.
"Short story," responded Triumph, "She is a nasty immortal who drinks blood and controls fire. She is one of nine from a group called The Cadre of Immortals. They tried to take over the world on more than one..."
The Key sighed, "I though you said short Triumph..."
"We have a past," said Triumph, changing his tone, "I'll deal with her."
Triumph flew in quickly above the throng of warrior women. He swooped down, grabbing Xiuhtecutli by each of her wrists, and pulled her up with him, shooting the two high into the sky, into the cloud of the sky above.
Suddenly he came to a stop, holding the woman with one of his hands by the throat, the other on one wrapped around her left wrist.
Down on the ground, without their leader, the warrior women fell in droves, their fighting abilities no match for the shooting of Manchester Black and The Key, the air-stealing ability of Breathtaker, and the unmatched fighting prowess of Deathwing.
Bloody bodies stacked like cords of wood in the path. A few of the women actually managed to get close to Manchester, The Key, and Breathtaker, only to find they closed in on illusions created by Manchester, and instead the three stood in some other location.
High in the sky, an angry Xiuhtecutli attempted to use her powers, to engulf this enemy in a burst of flame, but found that she could not get her powers to work.
<Your powers an ineffective against me Xiuhtecutli,>said Triumph, in Spanish, <I am absorbing the solar energy that powers your flames before you can generate it. Thank you, it makes me feel all tingly.>
<Do I know you human?> asked Xiuhtecutli, her voice labored as she struggled to breathe with Triumph's hand around her throat.
Triumph nodded, <I am hurt. 1782. You and your fellow Cadre members tried to use the Worlogog to reshape the world. We stopped you then...>
<You were one of The Knights? Then you know you can't kill me.>
Triumph smirked, <True enough, but I can make sure, alien witch, you don't eat anybody for a good long time. Have your energy back...>
Solar energy fired from Triumph's eyes. Moments later nothing remained of Xiuhtecutli head.
<and I am no human, witch, > muttered Triumph, as he continued to burn away the body of Xiuhtecutli, <I am a Kherubim.>
Triumph flew back to the camp to discover the fight with the warrior women over. Two dozen of the women lay dead on the path. The rocks and dirt ran red with the blood of all the bodies sliced apart and full of bullet holes.
As Triumph landed near Manchester, a gust of wind caught everyone's attention.
"You going to live Antiphon?" asked Manchester as he pilled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter.
"Yeah," said Antiphon, coming to a stop beside The Key, "shocked me more than anything. I received a few minor burns, but mostly the attack just shocked me. Did ruin my suit however, so I went back and grabbed a new one from my room. Also singed some hair, I am going to need a new haircut..."
Breathtaker smiled, "You needed one of those anyways..."
Antiphon shrugged, "Perhaps. Where is the bitch that tried to barbeque my beautiful face?"
"Gone," said Triumph, "sorry, but I couldn't wait around for you to return."
"Yeah well," said Manchester, "the cannibal crazies have been eliminated as a threat. This island is almost ours. Only thing left is that..."
Manchester pointed to his left, towards the large stone temple that housed the dictator Guedhe.
