[MISSION]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: Open to Mission Goers
Location: Norad, Colorado
Rating: R
Time: August 22
Description: It's time for the mission to rescue Marie.

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[soulparadox]

A flinch through the ribbon, causing a ripple of fabric across the weapon, at hearing the raised tones, but he was able to keep focused this time rather than take it to heart. There would be time to do so later. It did not seem that he would even be able to have time to apologize, but at least understood that Tassadar could feel his apology.

The ribbon wrapped around the kishin's leg before jutting upward to enter the creature's chest cavity just underneath the ribcage. Tearing through the body, through the heart, even with delayed reaction and speed, it was somewhat easy to launch the attack with the creature being so close. The only true way to deal with the delay that he had brought on. No. Nataku chided his thoughts quickly, lest the electricity of a failed resonation began as before.

A brief pause before the body disappeared as the others did to leave the red soul. Nataku once more wrapped himself tight around Tassadar's arm. Two more to deal with in the same way, but he was unhappy about the thought of leaving his meister forced to get so close; to have to deal with injury at all. Two more, two more.

[aiursfavoredson]

Unlike the previous kishin they'd gone up against, the ones they now faced seemed to be far more efficient and faster than the previous enemies. No sooner had he launched himself up in the air to escape them did one, and the other, follow his movements.

Tassadar gave no reaction to the pain as the claws of one dug into the exposed flesh at his side. The others attempt to bite into his thigh failed as its teeth met with the metal of his armour. He watched dispassionately as Nataku tore through the innards of their enemy, and as it disappeared, the templar fell heavily down to the ground.

The attempts to climb on top of him by the kishin worked onto to further put them within the path of his destructive touch. What gashes and bites they landed only fueled Tassadar's determination, and as his eyes bled to yellow from blue, they blazed brightly with power as he sent out a telepathic pulse of images directly into the minds of the two attacking kishin.

The closest kishin was the most affected and scrambled away from Tassadar at the image of an ultralisk seemed to replaced the templar's body. The other only seemed mildly distracted, but as Tassadar was about to use the opportunity to his advantage, his mind picked up the overwhelming blood-lust consuming the beasts.

Unlike the mental control he had back on Aiur, there seemed to be no way for the templar to block the sudden influx. His mind became consumed with the same hungry lust for blood while his thoughts remained linked with that of his enemies.

The very colour of his bloodied skin seemed to shift in colour - the dark greys taking on a darker brown as the blood lust settled within the Protoss warrior. Despite the second kishin still clinging to and attacking his body, Tassadar gave an almost guttural growl as he forced his injured body back up to stand. The fact that the beast was still clawing at him mattered not as his own hands snapped out to grab at the kishin's arms. All thought and reason had fled his mind by then, and with a primal telepathic pulse, the templar proceeded to try tearing his enemy viciously in half.

[soulparadox]

Will it come true? Once more the thoughts went to what the fortune teller had said about the Protoss's death. His focus completely on the kishin that was latched onto his meister. The twisting of the ribbon indicated his feelings on the matter as he was about to lash out at the kishin, glad for the close target. It would ensure its death, and with the other being frightened by something, he could also make sure those last few seconds were painful. It really did seem that he was becoming more and more vindictive toward these creatures. Because he did not want that future to come to pass, because he did not like the idea of destiny still being unavoidable.

Tassadar. The clone still was not one to raise his voice, even if strings of muted panic rushed through their connection. However, he could feel an immediate change with the Protoss. It was enough to give pause as he could no longer feel what he dubbed as kindness from the alien. What was replaced was something completely different. The only positive was that Nataku was feeling the same sort of blood-lust for these creatures from the injury that was sustained by his meister.

Let me. Your body cannot complete the task. He knew that it was pointless to tell Tassadar these things, but did so anyway. The ribbon lashed out to wrap around the torso of the kishin. Constricting as he had before, he could feel the bones of the ribs and arms begin to give way as it too fought against the ribbon and the Protoss. Snapping at the material of the ribbon to cause more rushes of red to wash over the white. But it was not enough to tear the ribbon off the body as it finally snapped and twisted the body til it vanished.

Wrapping once more around the other's arm, he knew that it would do no good to talk sense into the Protoss. Could feel that it would not work. Besides, he wanted the kishin to die more than anything. Did he hate them? Perhaps. Whatever they had done, they had taken Tassadar far from him where he felt that his words could not reach him. That was enough to want to tear these creatures apart for him.

[aiursfavoredson]

There seemed to be no reason within his attacks. All that mattered was the sense of primal anger and lust for blood he felt within. He felt no sense of satisfaction at seeing his enemy being torn apart, or even when Nataku's words attempted to speak to him moments before his weapon moved in to attack.

His mind remained linked with the kishins around them, and even when the one in his grasp died and disappeared, the templar's thoughts remained locked with the sole survivor. Tassadar's eyes remained burning yellow as he crouched down low to the ground. Fixating his unwavering attention on their last enemy, the warrior didn't hesitate in taking off after his prey.

Whether the creature could still see the imposing form of the ultralisk barreling down on its location or Tassadar's animalistic sense was uncertain. What was certain, however, was the overcoming of fear the creature had as it snapped and snarled at the incoming pair.

[soulparadox]

Need to kill this creature before Tassadar injures himself. It was becoming something of a mantra for Nataku to think on since he could no longer hear Tassadar's voice telling him what it was that he should do. Odd to find something reassuring when it is no longer present. He did not ever think that he would find something along those lines. Is this a new attack of theirs? It did not do much to weaken them as it did bring what little anger that the clone could feel to fruition.

The ribbon lashed out at the remaining, whipping the ground violently with the hope of catching a limb or its skull in the process, but the delay had increased with the injuries that he had sustained from the last kishin. Overall, the attack was sloppy and easily predicted even for a creature full of blood-lust. It dodged the cloth with ease before biting onto it to give it a vicious tear before Nataku could pull it back. More wincing and pulling back to wrap around his meister's arm.

Now it did not seem to matter which end was tied to the Protoss as both were red. Very little of the ribbon retained its original white color, but that did not do more than act as another slight obstacle.

[aiursfavoredson]

The ribbon snaking out caught the templar's attention, but he ignored it in favour of the larger enemy. Yellow eyes blazed brightly as Tassadar ashed out with his claws towards the kishin's chest and torso. The enemy, in return, leapt up into the air as its own claws swiped towards the warrior's face.

They crashed head on in their movements, but Tassadar's larger form had the advantage as he knocked the kishin off balance. The moment that his enemy toppled over, the templar's armoured foot came slamming down to begin crushing against the kishin's face.

[soulparadox]

That was all the help that he needed as he once more unraveled from Tassadar's arm to lash at the kishin. The ribbon wrapped tight around the creature's head, dealing with the Protoss trying to crush the enemy's face as well. It hurt to deal with, but the mouth was locked shut with the cloth as it continued to thrash. Constricting the material, wincing at being crushed along with the beast's face, the weapon heard a satisfactory snapping and giving beneath his hold. The last of their enemies was reduced to a red soul.

Is this relief? Nataku was uncertain as he reverted back to his human form. Scratches, gashes, and other such injuries covered his body. His right eye was blinded slightly by the blood from a wound just above it. He paused as he looked up at Tassadar, the sight was obscured slightly by his own injures. But he was remembering that he could not yet rest. The tearing had come on his side -- a deep gash across it -- yet he ignored his injuries.

Pushing himself up to a standing position, the clone took a few hesitant steps to the alien. His hand came out to lightly touch his meister's as he once more tried to resonante with him; to return to his weaponized form. His head bowed as he exerted what little energy that he had left to ensure that Tassadar would be safe, if not by the creatures that he suddenly felt blood-lust for than by himself. It was the duty of a weapon to ensure the safety of their meister. Nataku remembered the conversation which he had with Lightning, that duty and worry could go hand in hand. He was willing to admit that he was worried about the Protoss as well, then.

[aiursfavoredson]

Tassadar didn't notice the fact that Nataku was still trapped within the creature's mouth. All that mattered was satiating the thirst for blood he had within. It happened all too quickly, and the life of the vile creature beneath his hulking form was taken moments before it disappeared entirely. In that same moment all sense of reason returned as the blood-lust connection was severed.

His eyes immediately returned back to their calming blue as Tassadar collapsed down to one knee. There was no denying the odd exhaustion that ravaged his mind and body. What had happened needed further reflection and meditation without a doubt, but now was hardly the time for such things.

The templar's attention shifted over to Nataku as he felt his weapon drawing in closer. There was no mistaking the injuries or the fact that the weapon was still attempting to resonate with him despite them. His skin remained that dark brown colour, a backlash of the blood-lust he'd experience moments before, and as Nataku touched on his arm, Tassadar forced his body back up to stand.

"You are in need of medical assistance," Tassadar offered instead of speaking of what had just happened. Reaching out, the templar moved to pick up his injured weapon. There was no need to resonate to feel the worry his weapon had for him, but that was the least of their concerns at this point. "Hold on to me."

[soulparadox]

Tassadar remained the same coloring as before; the same when his voice ceased echoing in Nataku's head. It was what made him think that the Protoss was lost to him. Only a portion of his body was able to change before it reverted back to its human form. One merely needed more concentration, but it broke when the alien brought himself up to stand. Am I no longer recognized? The clone looked up in a manner that was neither hopeful nor glad that the alien could still move, but saddened at the thought that he might be killed at this moment after going so far to protect his meister.

It would upset Kamui. It would upset Altair. But he could not raise a hand against Tassadar any more than he could raise a hand against either of them. His head lowered slightly before he heard the Protoss's voice. Jerking his head back up, he stared at him in surprise. Despite his injuries, he smiled in the weak manner. Those minutes of silence where he could hear nothing and could only feel blood-lust from his meister were astoundingly lonely. Even more so when he thought that he would not be able to hear the other's voice at all ever again.

Reaching out to help himself to be picked up, he held onto him as he was instructed to do so. "En Taro Tassadar."

[aiursfavoredson]

His body relaxed momentarily when Nataku reached out in return to his offering. While he hadn't been the main cause of his weapon's injuries, what little memory he currently held of the previous moments informed him that not all had been done by the enemy.

Tassadar said nothing in return to the honorifics Nataku offered him. His deeds were hardly deserving of them, after all, but that wouldn't stop him from taking his injured weapon to see medical aid. With that in mind, Tassadar held onto Nataku as he retreated from their area.

[Running to the medical tent. ]