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Post by Gaia on Jun 2, 2015 0:02:05 GMT -6
Gaia frowned when she learned what she perceived to be the truth, unaware to the fact that Zira was lying. It hasn't been long at all since Gaia was in that state. Scared and confused at what was happening to her. She had her family and friends to help her through it. It didn't seem like Zira had anyone.
“I know how you feel, trust me.”
Gaia's mind went back to that day. The day of the earthquake. She kept it tame, not wanting to startle Zira any further since she knew she could read her mind. That was the day Gaia's life changed forever and made her into the person she was now.
“But you're not alone. You don't have to choose death. You can fight this. You can learn how to control it and then do great things with it.”
Just when it felt like things were going to settle down, Zira's arms lit up again and she was ready to go. Gaia quickly stepped out to Superwoman's side and lowered her arm.
“It's okay! Look. She isn't going to touch you. Just put those things out and let's talk about this. All right?”
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Post by Superwoman on Jun 2, 2015 0:27:12 GMT -6
Superwoman let her arm drop since she would have lowered it herself anyway. "Just calm down! We're only here to help." To come so far only for Zira to flip out near the end. That wasn't good at all. She was a danger to herself and those around her, and if peaceful resolutions couldn't be found well then... Superwoman would just have to knock her unconscious. "My arms are to my side, see? Neither of us are going to do anything to hurt you."
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 2, 2015 0:40:01 GMT -6
"You can't possibly know how I feel."
To be taken away - experimented on - prodded like an animal. No. Nobody knew how that felt. When Gaia's memories came to the surface it became clear, she had no idea. Zira couldn't believe she didn't see through her lies and in return revealed a valuable piece of information about herself. The fool. The damn fool! But at least Zira could get a read on her. The other one? The other one was impossible.
"I can't read you."
Zira's gaze fell upon Superwoman while the flames around her arms grew stronger.
"I CAN'T READ YOU!"
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Post by Gaia on Jun 2, 2015 18:31:18 GMT -6
“Right now you're feeling scared and confused. You don't have to be a telepath to see that.”
Hopefully, Superwoman would get the hint because Gaia didn't have time to explain. What Zira said earlier reminded her of the Psycho Mantis boss fight yet again. Those were his exact words when you changed the controller port. An inappropriate time to be thinking about video games, but some times the mind just jumps from place to place when you're trying to stay calm yourself. That could only mean that for whatever reason, Superwoman was immune to telepathy. Of course she was.
“But you can read me! So focus on me. Don't worry about her.”
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Post by Fell Dragon Grima on Jun 2, 2015 22:44:47 GMT -6
It had taken long enough to get the Grimleal set up in the new city. Things proceeded smoothly now, several small time bases set up on the outskirts of the city allowed them to start putting out a watch for the 'heroine' who had caught their master's attention. Today was a lucky day. They'd missed the act in progress, but a few certain alert citizens pinged a texts to their religious leaders to inform the Fell Dragon that this 'Gaia' was on patrol. The condition of the pair of thugs left little to question about that.
So a bit later a psychiatric hospital catches on fire... Hello pyromaniac breadcrumbs of the trail, how are you today? The Fell Dragon himself was on the move already. He darted through the side streets and alleyways as an inhumanly fast blur of sorcerer's robes, and a shrunken dragon-skull worn as a hat. The skull itself had six eye holes, and the bullish horns of Grima's original body. The jaws opened like a yawning chasm above and below Robin's face, a smaller white helmet of polished bone obscuring the rest of his features save for glowing red eyes. For the sake of practically it was a full helmet covering the obvious weaknesses of leaving the skull's many eye sockets open.
The real eye-catchers trailed behind him. A dozen animated human corpses struggled to keep pace with their master. If the ashen-grey creatures could physically tire they'd have collapsed long ago. As a universal deformity the zombie underling's skin upon their faces withered severely, showing a full display of the skull's structure. Black mist seethed in and out of their mouths in a mockery of breath, and milky white eyes had a small red gleam in place of a pupil.
Half of the zombies were in poor repair, emaciated, half rotted and partly mutated. Their limbs grew far longer than the norm and ended in wicked claws. The rotten one's mouths opened far too wide, lined with animal-like teeth arranged in an endless silent shriek. Five others looked recently created, almost passable for human at a distance... and sharing their master's strange taste in fashion. Dressed like lightly armored medieval infantry, three of them carried well maintained steel longswords and buckler shields, another two favored pairs of one-handed axes.
The last, and their second in command judging by strength... Stood as a seven foot tall giant of a dead man with a massive double-edged war axe slung over his hulking shoulders. The axe-maniac was barely dressed, giving the appearance of a resurrected tribal berserker. There was a slight spark of intellect in the massive zombies red eyes. "Now my Risen, lash out at anyone with special powers once we reach our destination. Break whomever you deem the weakest first." Hearing the telepathic demand the largest of the Risen growled in acknowledgement. These 'recruitment drives' were what the nameless Risen Chief un-lived for.
Regardless of fashion and being spotted easily enough... The group approached the building after the fires died down and the three super heroines talked, or rather argued, amongst themselves. Grima circled around the building to lurk within the group's blind spot. Much to his annoyance the intensity of the flame left little more than ash of the casualties, so much for scavenging reinforcements. "Whats this, the Fell Dragon forgot to account for preemptive cremations?" Robin mentally interjected to his other 'self'... Grima merely forwent the idea of creating spares for the moment, instead focusing on the Risen already present. If need be he was sure there would be injured civilians and rescue crews nearby.
Meanwhile a certain ax-crazy zombie skidded to a stop as he neared the building and surveyed the area. He spotted the arguing trio and let out an inhumane, guttural, howl. The Risen Chief half-blindly charged ahead, the others trailing behind screaming and howling in answer was signal enough to lead from the front. Closing distance quickly despite his bulk the Risen shifted his axe to a two-handed offensive stance... Ignoring the others he went straight for Zira, despite the painfully obvious warning flames upon her arms.
In the end... even when dressed up better and given a new name, a zombie was still a zombie. Getting set on fire to hurt the living is a bad idea you say? Riiiiight, being put in charge didn't mean the Risen Chief was smart. Especially considering how the undead berserker had no idea what the other two women could do.
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Post by Superwoman on Jun 3, 2015 15:42:43 GMT -6
Telepath? So that was why Zira kept freaking out on her. She was put off by the silence. There wasn't much Kara could do about that. Her protection against psychic attacks were a part of her barrier. Something she was grateful for in all honesty. "You may not be able to hear my thoughts, but you can still hear my voice, and that's the voice of someone who wants to help you. Look at your arms. You're hurting yourself keeping that fire going."
Superwoman was soon drowned out by the howl of the undead as she turned to see the horde coming this way. What the fuck? When did this turn into an episode of The Walking Dead? No time to think about that now. The Woman of Steel did as she always did, charge head first and began punching things in the face. Thanks to her unnatural strength her punches were enough to send the zombies hurling through the air and crashing into their comrades. If you could even call them comrades. "Where did these things come from!?"
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 3, 2015 16:15:15 GMT -6
Communications with the pair was interrupted when Zira picked up the command by a mysterious male's voice, and that was when the zombies came. Could this day get any weirder? The large seven-feet tall, axe-wielding beast decided to make a beeline for her. Zira's luck has been shit up to this point so why shouldn't the biggest thing in the pack find her? It would prove his undoing.
An invisible force pushed against the monster of a man and sent him flying back into the horde knocking them down like a bunch of dominoes. This allowed Zira to slam her fists into the ground and super heat the street threatening to boil the monsters alive where they laid. She wasn't worried about the others, mainly because she didn't give a shit, but also because both could fly.
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Post by Gaia on Jun 3, 2015 16:43:50 GMT -6
The situation went from Metal Gear Solid levels of bullshit to Left 4 Dead levels of bullshit in the drop of a hat. Gaia turned her head at the sound of the howl and saw the undead army coming this way. She knew damn well that not enough time has pass for a virus outbreak to happen, so that only meant someone somewhere was controlling these things. Never a dull moment in Kansas City, and yet it was always New York or Los Angeles that got used in the movies.
“Well, when a mama zombie, and papa zombie loves each other very much...”
Gaia trailed off and flew up into the air on another platform, now floating above the horde as they closed in. Superwoman was performing her usual punching routine and Zira must have thought the streets looked cold, so perhaps she would warm them up a bit. With a simple snap of the fingers, the ground beneath the zombies' feet turned into liquid and washed them away like a great current was cast. Gaia then turned her attention back to Supes and Zira.
“I'm going to try and find the source. You guys hold the line here.”
Gaia didn't wait to see if they would agree or not, not that they had much choice in the matter. She took off through the air and began searching for any signs of who or what might have summoned these zombies here.
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Post by Fell Dragon Grima on Jun 3, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
Aside from the Risen Chief, the horde of the dead initially folded like a house of cards to Superwoman. The rotten ones being the weakest went down first... and really counting them for the battle as the street started to melt was a waste of numbers. The Risen that could function as real soldiers managed to get back up just long enough find out about the barrier the hard way. While they knew about that kind of thing from Master Grima, actually watching your blade bounce off someone harmlessly before getting your face punched in was a new and short-lived experience.
The Risen Chief on the other claw managed to pick himself up after the first few blows once he'd landed, and attempt to ignore Superwoman and off the melting street that was rapidly claiming the rest of the undead forces. Though the berserker circled around the current boiling zone, in reality he was still risking another frontal charge at Zira. There was an unspoken Risen philosophy for this kind of situation... It basically read as 'taking them down with me'.
Grima and Robin observed the carnage through the magic link they shared with the products of their Necromancy. The Fell Dragon decided they were going to make a minimum of two Deadlords by this time next month. Also that once Grima could remember that name of the fool from the Risen Production group who said 'the Risen Chiefs would be enough', that idiot was going to join the product line.
Robin took the driver's seat, and started charging a mass of electricity along his right arm as he felt Gaia approaching on her own. The loss of the Risen had only scratched the surface on revealing the powers of the local heroines, better to spend a bit playing with them himself. While preparing Thoron Grima, paced away from the building to give Gaia an easier time spotting him so she could enter the spell's effective range.
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Post by Superwoman on Jun 3, 2015 17:22:20 GMT -6
"Gaia! We should stick together!” No use, Gaia was already gone by the time she could finish her sentence. Reckless woman. Something told Kara she wasn't used to being in a team setting. The zombies started to dog pile Superwoman. Jumping on her one by one in a desperate attempt to pin her to the ground. The Woman of Steel didn't even fall over as she walked with all the zombies hanging on her with a 'what the fuck' expression on their faces before Superwoman slammed them back into the ground.
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 3, 2015 17:31:49 GMT -6
"T-there was a voice! A man's voice speaking to them!" Zira called out to Gaia.
The zombies weren't the only ones whose faces twisted in reaction to Superwoman's resilience. Zira wrinkled her nose at the woman until the seven-feet tall monster that towered over her caught her attention again. Persistent little shit. Zira extended extended her arms and clapped her hands together releasing a wave of fire towards the Risen Chief.
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Post by Gaia on Jun 3, 2015 17:38:00 GMT -6
Gaia managed to hear what Zira shouted out before leaving their field of vision, not that it mattered much since there were a dozen men in the city, and any one of them could have been the person responsible for this mess. Gaia lifted up walls from the streets to box in the undead so they couldn't spread out and harm any civilians until she spotted the silver-haired boy over yonder. She kicked herself into gear and flew down to where the man was, hovering just a few feet off the ground now.
“Hey there, you haven't seen any suspicious looking zombie makers around here, have you?” she asked rhetorically.
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Post by Fell Dragon Grima on Jun 3, 2015 17:57:20 GMT -6
Somewhere on the ground around Superwoman, a Risen was dazed and wondering why someone named concussion was rattling around the interior of it's skull. A second had too many broken bones to get back up. Black mist leaked out of open wounds instead of living blood. Most of the others only twitched weakly while trying to get back up... but one still had the strength to swing an axe for Superwoman's legs. Yet the Risen lacked memory enough to recall how that wasn't working 10 seconds ago.
Meanwhile the Risen Chief just kept on running despite being on fire from the waist up. Though an agonized growl and brief stagger in his step acknowledged the blow.... The dulled sense of pain and a true single-mindedness kept the Risen moving long enough to begin swinging the war axe. Except he really couldn't see where he was swinging. Originally the Risen Chief was aiming for a horizontal slash across the torso in order to cleave the girl in half, but now he swung too early and would give only a moderate flesh wound even if he struck.
Naturally the process ran contradictory to self-preservation as most of the creature's skin had already been reduced to smoke and the muscles were starting to follow. Of course a unique brand of foolishness left the Risen Chief wide open to more attacks.
Half a dozen sardonic quips came to mind as Gaia approached, but the best answer to his question was a simple movement of raising his right arm... Followed by a stream of vicious golden light bursting from his outstretched palm as he released the lightning spell Thoron upon Gaia. The electricity acted more like a laser beam than lightning strike, taking a swift straight path to Gaia's chest... With enough strength to blow through most barriers.
Even with Robin's considerable magical power, it was unlikely to kill instantly. Reduce someone to twitching and screaming on the ground? Oh yes, he always loved that part.
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Post by Superwoman on Jun 3, 2015 18:18:09 GMT -6
This time around the axe's blade shattered on contact with Superwoman's leg and the Woman of Steel turned her head to the zombie, rearing back her right arm and letting another fist shoot forward, this time into the jaw of the undead watching another warrior fly through the air from the strength of the punch. Her hearing managed to track down where Gaia was and the sound of electricity firing through the air, but she couldn't just leave Zira here to deal with the horde alone. Superwoman looked over to the seven-footer and charged towards him, taking advantage of her super speed to make it to him within seconds, bringing both her forearms together mid-run and swinging for his back.
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 3, 2015 18:31:15 GMT -6
The axe struck her chest leaving behind a nasty scar from her breast to her stomach as she staggered back from impact. Clenching onto the wound upon her chest. Not being able to read the minds of her opponent was a new experience for her. She didn't realize how much she relied on it until this very moment. While Superwoman attacked the big guy, the Firebird kept the others at bay by firing telekinetic bullets, invisible bullets that blew off their heads upon impact.
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