by Screwball » Sat Apr 22, 2006 3:15 am
"Ranma, you have to do it now!" Screamed Lariss, as the possessed boy on top of her growled and slobbered. The joints of her power armour whined in protest as she tried to keep his hands away from her.
Ranma could see the Greater Daemon now, a hulking, dog-like giant, clad in brass armour, and beraing an axe larger than shee was. She could feel the heat it radiated from where she stood. Behind him, she could hear the crack of Helmuts' Hellgun, and the scream of cultists and lesser daemons. Akane was in the corner, crouched over te corpse of Malaki, ripping chunks out of it. Her tounge was horribly distended, and her face was smeared with blood. The room stank of death.
With a wordless scream, Ranma ran at the monster responsible for all this death. It simply laughed. When she was close enough, it swung at her with it's axe. A quick sidestep caused the axe to smash a furrow in the concrete floor. As it was withdrawn, she leaped, and grabbed the haft of the axe, ignoring the pain it caused as it burned her, and used it to swing herself towards the monster's face. At this distance, the heat was intolerable. Her left sleeve bburst into flames as she touched the axe, but her right hand, and the Wraithbone sword clutched in it were fine.
With a final scream, she shoved the sword through the dog-like snout of the creature. There was a wail, a bang and a flash of light, and then darkness.
Her first clue that she wasn't dead came when she felt herself lying on something. The second came when she began to feel the pain from her burnt left arm. Snapping her eyes open, she saw that it was, in fact, still on fire.
"Aaaaaah! Out, out! Get it out!" So saying, she dropped to the ground, and began rolling over the flames in a effort to extinguish them. When they finally died, she looked around to see where she was, and, more importantly, whether the sword with Gal'whatever inside was here. It was lying not three meters away, flickering with internal red flames. Staggering over to it, she picked it up and sheathed it.
Startled by a voice behind her she whirled, noting that this place was definitely outside, and prepared to fight if it became nessacary.
After careful study of Number One's biographic work My Ceaseless Quest to Conquer Earth and Destroy its Puny Inhabitants, we have come to the conclusion that the Ghast Empire may well be up to something rum.