Post by Mia Kearney on Apr 13, 2020 6:39:19 GMT -4
“GAGH! FUCKING BA-“
Pain. Mia felt her face slam into the tarmac again as a fist as big as her head slammed down into the back of her skull. This didn’t happen. She was being overpowered at her own game! This. Didn’t. HAPPEN. She wrenched her face from the tarmac and came back with a wild swing that piled through the air, so thick it felt like snow condensing against her knuckles. Only to slam hard into a rock as the greater palm enveloped her hand.
The shockwave of the impact travelled back down her arm and Mia could feel her muscles quivering as she continued to try and force her way through this meaty mitt that had captured her. Eyes borderline desperate as she glared at her dark skinned opponent. Two beasts, titans among men with hair as wild as their natures clashing purely in their fists… this was a moment Mia should have loved. Every minute of it should have been a delight to experience… yet here she was. Losing. Watching as her skin grew redder by the second, travelling down her forearm like an infection, spreading from every point she’d taken damage…. Everytime one patch met another it felt like a fire was burning across her skin.
She tried to swing her free fist. Finish this. End it before things went to far. She couldn’t go full Red in an open street like this. She couldn’t LOSE in the open like this! Her fresh fist cut through the air but the former simply needed a harsh tug to pull her off balance and send her shot careening off target, a hook delivered to her own jaw instead, feeling a crack in one of her tusks from the force of the impact, blood starting to drip from her maw as her breathing grew more ragged, a low chuckle coming from her opponent.
”My my… such an eager beast… too eager… unfocused… I feel the strength in you Red Horn. The strength your holding back. Why not let go… you know as well as I do it might be just enough…” He let out a low chuckle through his grin, wrenching back the arm he held and dragging the dazed Oni to the ground. Barely any peach remained on her skin. A patch around her right eye that was slowly being enveloped. The behemoth that was Red Horn’s foe, Muramasa stepping closer to the toppled beast.
“Dunno… how the FUCK you know about this crap…” Mia slammed her elbow into the ground beside her as she threw her whole body over itself, rolling back to her feet and rearing back an arm, veins bulging along her bicep and forearm, only for the Red skin to grow thick and dense, suppressing them as her muscles bulged further, to the point they may have almost threatened to tear through her own skin. Her red eyes flickered with gold as she pulled what she had out of the metaphorical back pocket, throwing her all into her fist as she re-focused in an instant. Muramasa’s grin held, and he reared back his own fist. “BUT IF YOU WANT-A TASTE LEMME GIVE IT TO YA!”
The two fists clashed at full force, knuckles interlocking. A beat of silence and the force echoed across the street around them. The goons Muramasa had brought to terrorize the city kicked back, some even knocked on their asses, and several windows on either side of the street shattering. Mia was gritting her teeth, feeling her horn push out against her skull. Muramasa was grinning, the force traveling up his arm barely evident by comparison.
”Mmm… I enjoy this taste… but I’d love the main course.~” With that, and no fanfare beyond it, his spare fist pounded against Mia’s face. She could feel it. Like whatever lay beneath the skin between flesh and bone shattered. That barrier between herself and what her quirk could really do. The force of the punch made her swirl to catch her face, and with her entire body a deep red, it creeped into her brain. Adrenaline, hormones, chemicals she never fully understood pounding through her brain like a tidal wave was flooding it from the inside.
Her breathing grew faster, heavier. Her fists clenched and her throat felt dry. Gold enveloped her red eyes and spread across her throughout the sclera. No. NO NO NO! Not here! What little awareness of her surroundings she had left locked onto the forming crowds of pedestrians… the look of worry on their faces just because she was losing… they didn’t even realize what was about to happen… Stop… stop… STOP!
A harsh CRACK sounded out, and the red coating of her horn shattered. The golden interior that her scar exposed now entirely in the open, burning with sheer heat and emitting the faintest glow, the morning air condensing against it, a golden steam flowing from her horn.
She tried to let out a sound, anything…. But from her dry throat it just flowed like a guttural growl. As the behemoth before him tried to figure out what it was doing, Muramasa took slow steps back, glancing to the goons that had found their footing once again. A young, spry looking fellow, with gelled back hair and a face mask over his maw looking to him with a mild fear and equal excitement. He gave a slow nod.
“Be her wasp… I want to see what her rage can do.”
The spry little fellow gave an eager, excited nod. Hopping left and right on the toes of his feet before darting across the street, leaping over the back of Red horn and striking a kick across her face. Her body moved with it, but he could tell from the denseness of her skin she barely would have felt it. He just had to make himself the target, rushing off towards the crowd and leaping over them with the speed of a spikey blue hedgehog, the freshly golden eyes of the raging beast locking onto him, almost staring through the crowd in her way.
She charged with a rageful roar. Her motions were heavy, with enough might to scare the crowd into dispersing, and just slow enough to give them the time. What little control Mia had left of herself was focused solely on making sure no one got hurt… no one she didn’t feel deserved it a little…!
It was all she could do…
Pain. Mia felt her face slam into the tarmac again as a fist as big as her head slammed down into the back of her skull. This didn’t happen. She was being overpowered at her own game! This. Didn’t. HAPPEN. She wrenched her face from the tarmac and came back with a wild swing that piled through the air, so thick it felt like snow condensing against her knuckles. Only to slam hard into a rock as the greater palm enveloped her hand.
The shockwave of the impact travelled back down her arm and Mia could feel her muscles quivering as she continued to try and force her way through this meaty mitt that had captured her. Eyes borderline desperate as she glared at her dark skinned opponent. Two beasts, titans among men with hair as wild as their natures clashing purely in their fists… this was a moment Mia should have loved. Every minute of it should have been a delight to experience… yet here she was. Losing. Watching as her skin grew redder by the second, travelling down her forearm like an infection, spreading from every point she’d taken damage…. Everytime one patch met another it felt like a fire was burning across her skin.
She tried to swing her free fist. Finish this. End it before things went to far. She couldn’t go full Red in an open street like this. She couldn’t LOSE in the open like this! Her fresh fist cut through the air but the former simply needed a harsh tug to pull her off balance and send her shot careening off target, a hook delivered to her own jaw instead, feeling a crack in one of her tusks from the force of the impact, blood starting to drip from her maw as her breathing grew more ragged, a low chuckle coming from her opponent.
”My my… such an eager beast… too eager… unfocused… I feel the strength in you Red Horn. The strength your holding back. Why not let go… you know as well as I do it might be just enough…” He let out a low chuckle through his grin, wrenching back the arm he held and dragging the dazed Oni to the ground. Barely any peach remained on her skin. A patch around her right eye that was slowly being enveloped. The behemoth that was Red Horn’s foe, Muramasa stepping closer to the toppled beast.
“Dunno… how the FUCK you know about this crap…” Mia slammed her elbow into the ground beside her as she threw her whole body over itself, rolling back to her feet and rearing back an arm, veins bulging along her bicep and forearm, only for the Red skin to grow thick and dense, suppressing them as her muscles bulged further, to the point they may have almost threatened to tear through her own skin. Her red eyes flickered with gold as she pulled what she had out of the metaphorical back pocket, throwing her all into her fist as she re-focused in an instant. Muramasa’s grin held, and he reared back his own fist. “BUT IF YOU WANT-A TASTE LEMME GIVE IT TO YA!”
The two fists clashed at full force, knuckles interlocking. A beat of silence and the force echoed across the street around them. The goons Muramasa had brought to terrorize the city kicked back, some even knocked on their asses, and several windows on either side of the street shattering. Mia was gritting her teeth, feeling her horn push out against her skull. Muramasa was grinning, the force traveling up his arm barely evident by comparison.
”Mmm… I enjoy this taste… but I’d love the main course.~” With that, and no fanfare beyond it, his spare fist pounded against Mia’s face. She could feel it. Like whatever lay beneath the skin between flesh and bone shattered. That barrier between herself and what her quirk could really do. The force of the punch made her swirl to catch her face, and with her entire body a deep red, it creeped into her brain. Adrenaline, hormones, chemicals she never fully understood pounding through her brain like a tidal wave was flooding it from the inside.
Her breathing grew faster, heavier. Her fists clenched and her throat felt dry. Gold enveloped her red eyes and spread across her throughout the sclera. No. NO NO NO! Not here! What little awareness of her surroundings she had left locked onto the forming crowds of pedestrians… the look of worry on their faces just because she was losing… they didn’t even realize what was about to happen… Stop… stop… STOP!
A harsh CRACK sounded out, and the red coating of her horn shattered. The golden interior that her scar exposed now entirely in the open, burning with sheer heat and emitting the faintest glow, the morning air condensing against it, a golden steam flowing from her horn.
She tried to let out a sound, anything…. But from her dry throat it just flowed like a guttural growl. As the behemoth before him tried to figure out what it was doing, Muramasa took slow steps back, glancing to the goons that had found their footing once again. A young, spry looking fellow, with gelled back hair and a face mask over his maw looking to him with a mild fear and equal excitement. He gave a slow nod.
“Be her wasp… I want to see what her rage can do.”
The spry little fellow gave an eager, excited nod. Hopping left and right on the toes of his feet before darting across the street, leaping over the back of Red horn and striking a kick across her face. Her body moved with it, but he could tell from the denseness of her skin she barely would have felt it. He just had to make himself the target, rushing off towards the crowd and leaping over them with the speed of a spikey blue hedgehog, the freshly golden eyes of the raging beast locking onto him, almost staring through the crowd in her way.
She charged with a rageful roar. Her motions were heavy, with enough might to scare the crowd into dispersing, and just slow enough to give them the time. What little control Mia had left of herself was focused solely on making sure no one got hurt… no one she didn’t feel deserved it a little…!
It was all she could do…
