Private Tales Civilized Warfare

[Rebecca Fourtuna]

“N..no..” She said pulling away. Now that the horns had stopped she felt better. Much better. Her claws and teeth extended as her eyes glowed from pink to deep red.

“I will not run from people who would hurt my friends!” She said before turning and letting all of her pent up aggression free in a massive roar some what between a lion and a panther scream. She seemed to simply vanish then.

The small dust cloud she had left the only evidence she had ever even been there. She followed the soldiers and met the first of the enemy as they clashed. She was a blur of teeth and claws.

Slashing, spearing, dismembering and just plainly ripping them apart. Swords cut her, armor raked against her claws. She still fought. The demon inside her reveling in a chance to let loose in an explosive show of gore and viscera.

Memories of battles flashing through her mind between the flashes of red tinted action.

 

[Ōjo Akane]

“I will not run from people who would hurt my friends!” She said before turning and letting all of her pent up aggression free in a massive roar some what between a lion and a panther scream. She seemed to simply vanish then.

The small dust cloud she had left the only evidence she had ever even been there. She followed the soldiers and met the first of the enemy as they clashed. She was a blur of teeth and claws.

Slashing, spearing, dismembering and just plainly ripping them apart. Swords cut her, armor raked against her claws. She still fought. The demon inside her reveling in a chance to let loose in an explosive show of gore and viscera.

Memories of battles flashing through her mind between the flashes of red tinted action.

She reached the enemy, and while they were caught off guard, they weren’t ineffective. They sent the majority’s of the army on towards the castle whilst the samurai stayed behind. She fought well, and several died, though the samurai were far more difficult to overpower with blind wrath. They were well organized, their attacks perfectly timed and they dodged much more efficiently than most would. She wouldn’t be able to overpower all of them.

The main force moved to the walls and put up ladders. The siege began even with Rebecca’s onslaught.

 

[Rebecca Fourtuna]

She didn’t stop. More honestly she COULDNT stop. The blood lust had her in its death grip as she found herself surrounded once more. Only able to pick off the weaker of the army. Finally the samurai were what was left to confront her as the battle continued. A katana was speared through her middle. Arrows poked from her back like the spines of a beast.

She roared a challenge. The largest samurai stepped forward. Alpha against alpha was a language that took no medium. It was simply understood. Pulling the sword free she took a practice swing. It felt good. “Burn, slash, bleed..” was all her brain was thinking as she readied to attack.

 

[Ōjo Akane]

She roared a challenge. The largest samurai stepped forward. Alpha against alpha was a language that took no medium. It was simply understood. Pulling the sword free she took a practice swing. It felt good. “Burn, slash, bleed..” was all her brain was thinking as she readied to attack.

The big guy stepped forward. He wasn’t so much bigger as to be oversized compared to the others, only slightly above average in truth. He was however the only samurai there who’s kabutō, helmet, bore a metal emblem in the shape of a pair of birds wings. He held his katana out in front and at the ready, and he began to circle Rebecca.

His footsteps were precise and light, ready to fight at the first hint of his enemy’s movement.

 

[Ōjo Akane]

(Rebecca Fourtuna, boooooooop)

 

[Rebecca Fourtuna]

She moved like a whirl wind. Crashing into his ready and defensive stance like a gale force wind. Her claws and tail leaving sparks flying vying to find a chink in his armor. The first clash did little for either party it seemed until Rebecca broke away.

Clutching her now bleeding side and a slash up her arm cutting through her armor like bone skin.

He was quick in general let alone for his size. She had little in way of defense for such precise attacks and panted as her brain worked furiously to think of some new way of attack. Slowly circling once more.

 

[Ōjo Akane]

She moved like a whirl wind. Crashing into his ready and defensive stance like a gale force wind. Her claws and tail leaving sparks flying vying to find a chink in his armor. The first clash did little for either party it seemed until Rebecca broke away.

Clutching her now bleeding side and a slash up her arm cutting through her armor like bone skin.

He was quick in general let alone for his size. She had little in way of defense for such precise attacks and panted as her brain worked furiously to think of some new way of attack. Slowly circling once more.

The samurai was only slightly better off. He was quick and precise yes, and he was disciplined, but she had far superior brute force capabilities, so he disengaged with her with a few dents in the plates of his armor, and his helmet's crest, his Maedate, had been knocked from his kabuto, his helmet. Normally they were detachable anyway but he got the feeling that he'd need to have it fixed very, very soon.

He returned to his basic forward stance, slightly more defensive this time around, this woman was by far more dangerous than he'd given her credit for.