Night 59: Abandoned Bomb Shelter
[ from here ]It was only thanks to Chipp's frightening speed that he and his companion managed to cover that much terrain in a single night, finally reaching a section of the mountains that surrounded the Institute that could be traveled on foot - somewhat. Chipp hit the brakes just as they arrived at the base of a narrow strip of trail, kicking up
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He had been expecting the man to grab onto his wrist as all the times before, not pull him forward and wield him as a backpack somehow. It only took a second of someone else's hair in his face to process just what had happened and by then it was too late: Zanuff was already running and attempting to jump off would leave himself as a bloody smear on the ground. Instead of pummeling the man (he wanted to. He tried very hard to reign in the temper he was ashamed to have, but he really wished to pummel the man), the assassin was forced to hold on, turning his head to the side to avoid both rain and Zanuff's damn hair in his face.
Venom was going to hurt him. It was the only thought running through his mind, the only one taking it off of the uncomfortable proximity: Chipp Zanuff was going to be hurt.
When the ninja stopped running, Venom slid off and away faster than if the other man had been lit on fire. They should travel like this from now on? No. "That isn't ( ... )
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"What the hell?! They didn't give up?" It made sense that they would have attracted the attention of more of the damned things if they lingered around too long, but this was getting ridiculous. Whatever, if those monsters wanted to die so badly... "Sukiyaki!!!!"
Chipp didn't waste time launching himself up, thankfully remembering not to punch the bird in the face this time as he caught that glint of wicked silver in the moonlight. Instead, that trick where he grabbed the back of the bird and sent it down to the ground was kind of neat, so he tried it again, making a grab at the beast's back to send it back to hell ( ... )
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"Gah!" Pain let itself known the second he'd attempted to dash toward the other man as hooks dug through the material of his vest and ripped open the scars on his shoulders. The muscles in his arms set aflame with hurt as the hooks-- no, those weren't hooks at all. They were talons-- pulled him off the ground.
Despite the screaming pain blossoming throughout his body, the only sound to leave Venom's lips was a strangled exhale of breath and the only thought to cross his mind was That is enough. The Guild Head's eyes shut tight as Magic flooded through his frame and exploded outward in a burst of light and energy. The bird clinging onto him immediately let go, letting out a startled cry as it was temporarily blinded. Venom crashed back to the ground ( ... )
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He took in a deep breath, focusing as he prepared to channel all of his ki into the most devastating technique he knew, one that would crush any enemy that came his way. As he floated up slowly into the air, five ghostly afterimages followed suit, splitting up into fireballs that formed a five pointed star around Chipp. The air burned at this point as the birds were jerked backwards, pulled into the glowing star. Now trapped, Chipp wasted no time launching himself back down, using his axe to slice into the trapped creatures and deliver a fatal blow. But he wasn't done yet. As Chipp landed back down on the ground, he paused for just a second ( ... )
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Violently so. By the time he began venturing forward to the other man (the dull pain in his leg was ignored. It wasn't sprained), all that remained of their attackers was burning husks.
He'd be lying to himself if he claimed the monsters didn't deserve that death, so he didn't bother. There was a time and place for sympathy and this was certainly not either of those.
"You're bleeding." An obvious statement to make, but from Zanuff's large amount of celebratory cheer, it had its purpose--victorious as he was, he couldn't forget his wounds. "Let me see it."
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"And I'm used to this. I've suffered worse during my training!" The ninja insisted, crossing his arms and almost turning around, which he only stopped because that was what Venom probably wanted him to do in the first place. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other man, but they were both beaten up and, in Chipp's opinion, could both take it. Despite using all of his ki, he had enough in him to at least scour the mountain. "Once you're done, let me know so we can keep looking for that Landel bastard. We're already here, so -"
In Chipp's perspective, he became suddenly aware of all of that energy he was just thinking about suddenly ( ... )
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Venom found himself shaking his head the instant the other man opened his mouth, and his rose his hands in an effort to make him stop. "I was never suggesting you weren't. I was only stating that when dealing with these situations--" The look in Zanuff's eyes (or... lack thereof. He'd never seen the man with that blank an expression before) cut the Guild Head off and, despite himself, his hand drifted toward his associate's shoulder as if to shake him out of it.
...What was--
Oh.
It took a minute for the confusion at Zanuff's sudden quietness to shift into understanding, but when the change did occur it hit hard. It wasn't entirely the loss of his Magic that caused the assassin's face to blanch and his balance to suffer: it was what came with it. Without that power in his veins acting as a distraction, all of those wounds he'd ignored before--the angry marks across his cheek and arm, the stab in his side, the new gashes dug into his shoulders and the ( ... )
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