In truth she had never seen such carnage. She and Nariko had ripped through Spectres and the woman most deemed the more genial, giving one was the inherently bloodthirsty one. Even on her worst of days Kaine was nothing compared to Nariko. She didn't possess any sort of cruel need to know that, as they died, someone suffered. That said, she hoped that Jamie didn't feel a thing, that his last shot was a reflex and nothing more than that. It was a lot of hope but what remained truthful was that she had no more time. No more choice. He had a damn arrow in his stomach and how many more handfuls of seconds did they have before Alain fell? And then Bert, himself? She wasn't going to wait.
Rather than sit around and think about it, Kaine dove off from her perch, and right into the middle of the gray. One second to be shocked, another two react, some one or thing or nothing pointed at her but when Kaine screamed it was not a human sound. No, it was far too high pitched, and it was filled with suffering and pain. It didn't matter. She couldn't think, couldn't really feel anything. Maybe a spear dug into her leg, maybe a knife cut her, but for each wound she only howled again, that piercing, truly earsplitting noise and she found herself healed again. Nothing was getting in her way now. She cut through them with her bare hands, leapt on men, mutant, whatever, and ripped their heads off. Her body didn't feel like a thing with limbs anymore, it was glowing red and vibrant, her pupils nonexistent, in fact, there was no feature to her anymore. Just a moving, killing statue.
And an efficient one. She mowed through them like they were nothing and thought it was beyond her comprehension at the moment she was also a hell of a distraction.
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Date: 2015-02-27 02:37 am (UTC)In truth she had never seen such carnage. She and Nariko had ripped through Spectres and the woman most deemed the more genial, giving one was the inherently bloodthirsty one. Even on her worst of days Kaine was nothing compared to Nariko. She didn't possess any sort of cruel need to know that, as they died, someone suffered. That said, she hoped that Jamie didn't feel a thing, that his last shot was a reflex and nothing more than that. It was a lot of hope but what remained truthful was that she had no more time. No more choice. He had a damn arrow in his stomach and how many more handfuls of seconds did they have before Alain fell? And then Bert, himself? She wasn't going to wait.
Rather than sit around and think about it, Kaine dove off from her perch, and right into the middle of the gray. One second to be shocked, another two react, some one or thing or nothing pointed at her but when Kaine screamed it was not a human sound. No, it was far too high pitched, and it was filled with suffering and pain. It didn't matter. She couldn't think, couldn't really feel anything. Maybe a spear dug into her leg, maybe a knife cut her, but for each wound she only howled again, that piercing, truly earsplitting noise and she found herself healed again. Nothing was getting in her way now. She cut through them with her bare hands, leapt on men, mutant, whatever, and ripped their heads off. Her body didn't feel like a thing with limbs anymore, it was glowing red and vibrant, her pupils nonexistent, in fact, there was no feature to her anymore. Just a moving, killing statue.
And an efficient one. She mowed through them like they were nothing and thought it was beyond her comprehension at the moment she was also a hell of a distraction.