Night 59: Abandoned Bomb Shelter

[chippforprez]

[ 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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[anemptydecapo]

Venom was going to strangle Chipp Zanuff. That was all there was to it.

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

[chippforprez]

Fate had blessed Chipp tonight, for he had successfully managed to get away with absolutely everything tonight without facing the consequences of his actions, his actions being forcing Venom into physical contact far too many times with little permission to do so. Therefore, he escaped death in the form of death from the skies, recognizing the dark birds as the ones they fought earlier. Again?

"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

[anemptydecapo]

It was difficult not to stop what one was doing when your partner decided to take his fight to the sky--and failed spectacularly. All of the assassin's attention ceased to be on his own actions by the time the ninja painfully landed back onto earth. "Zanuff?!" What the hell had he been--

"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

[chippforprez]

The crackle of magical energy was quite the sight, but that was hardly what was on Chipp's mind as he recovered enough to face the monsters that had knocked him out of the sky. To say he was mad was an understatement and he didn't even need to think about his next move. It was already decided. Those monsters had to be destroyed.

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