Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2021 14:15:50 GMT -5
(PL: 22,900)
"GUAGH!"
Frozen's fist SLAMMED up into the stomach of his alien attacker, piercing his armor and stomach as the aggressor's blood spilled all over the ground polar town's outskirts. The bodies of his compatriots lay sprawled out around them in a variety of macabre positions, each one with a smoking hole through each of their foreheads... a mark of assurance that each of them were truly dead. The Arcosian glared up into the eyes of the much larger assassin as he RIPPED his hand from the man's stomach, stepping back and allowing the man to collapse on his hands and knees, clutching at the hole now bored into his body. These hooligans attacked without warning and their armor did not bare any identifiable mark but by their hairy, yeti-like bodies and their identifiable... brutish accents, the Arcosian pegged them as a race that was once under his control. One of the first, in fact, that he had inducted into his military for their bulky, resilient forms suitable for guardsmen. No other races looked quite as these ones did, with their curved, black bull-horns protruding from the front-sides of their skulls, their long, matted white fur and their pointed, knife-like teeth. Even the smallest among these assassins towered an intimidating 10-feet-tall with claws on their fingers like black medieval swords.
...Frozen could just barely hide his sorrow behind his serious stone-face, his jaw clenched so tight, the teeth they held nearly cracked against one another. He never took pride in taking the life of one of his own, even if they risked it all in a brutal battle against himself. In his mind, even these assassins were his, as their fathers and grandfathers likely had been, as close to children of his own as subjects to a lord could be!
"Ghh....Huuuhhhhghhh... Pl.....ease...." The assassin begged, looking up at the arcosian with wide, fearful yellow eyes. "D....don't... kill m.....me....."
Frozen said nothing for a moment, pulling a rather flowery handkerchief from his belt to wipe the warm, purple blood of the assassin from his hands. He stared down at it, the color of life now staining the cloth... almost in disbelief.
"Tell me," Frozen finally spoke, tucking his handkerchief back into his belt. "What is your name, son?"
"..."
"Well, speak up then." He encouraged, gesturing with his hand for the man to get on with it! "Time is of the essence."
"G.... Gar'chol..." Frozen nodded, his stone-face breaking into a solemn frown.
"Ah... I will look up your family, Gar'chol, when I reclaim my Empire. They will know how truly formidable you were in battle, how brave you were to attempt to slay their rightful lord."
"...W-wai-"
A thin, blue beam would pierce through the back of the man's skull, his body going limp, collapsing in a heap into the purple-stained snow below. Frozen couldn't stop the CLENCHING in his chest, catching his breathing, or the throbbing in his heart, threatening to take his strength away. He could only stare down at the bodies of what were the first of his own people he had seen in what felt like years... and lament the fact he had to kill them. ...And he couldn't help but feel that there were MORE to come!
"...Chille..." Frozen rumbled, his hands CURLING into hammer-like fists. "...I will KILL you for this..."
WC: 562
"GUAGH!"
Frozen's fist SLAMMED up into the stomach of his alien attacker, piercing his armor and stomach as the aggressor's blood spilled all over the ground polar town's outskirts. The bodies of his compatriots lay sprawled out around them in a variety of macabre positions, each one with a smoking hole through each of their foreheads... a mark of assurance that each of them were truly dead. The Arcosian glared up into the eyes of the much larger assassin as he RIPPED his hand from the man's stomach, stepping back and allowing the man to collapse on his hands and knees, clutching at the hole now bored into his body. These hooligans attacked without warning and their armor did not bare any identifiable mark but by their hairy, yeti-like bodies and their identifiable... brutish accents, the Arcosian pegged them as a race that was once under his control. One of the first, in fact, that he had inducted into his military for their bulky, resilient forms suitable for guardsmen. No other races looked quite as these ones did, with their curved, black bull-horns protruding from the front-sides of their skulls, their long, matted white fur and their pointed, knife-like teeth. Even the smallest among these assassins towered an intimidating 10-feet-tall with claws on their fingers like black medieval swords.
...Frozen could just barely hide his sorrow behind his serious stone-face, his jaw clenched so tight, the teeth they held nearly cracked against one another. He never took pride in taking the life of one of his own, even if they risked it all in a brutal battle against himself. In his mind, even these assassins were his, as their fathers and grandfathers likely had been, as close to children of his own as subjects to a lord could be!
"Ghh....Huuuhhhhghhh... Pl.....ease...." The assassin begged, looking up at the arcosian with wide, fearful yellow eyes. "D....don't... kill m.....me....."
Frozen said nothing for a moment, pulling a rather flowery handkerchief from his belt to wipe the warm, purple blood of the assassin from his hands. He stared down at it, the color of life now staining the cloth... almost in disbelief.
"Tell me," Frozen finally spoke, tucking his handkerchief back into his belt. "What is your name, son?"
"..."
"Well, speak up then." He encouraged, gesturing with his hand for the man to get on with it! "Time is of the essence."
"G.... Gar'chol..." Frozen nodded, his stone-face breaking into a solemn frown.
"Ah... I will look up your family, Gar'chol, when I reclaim my Empire. They will know how truly formidable you were in battle, how brave you were to attempt to slay their rightful lord."
"...W-wai-"
A thin, blue beam would pierce through the back of the man's skull, his body going limp, collapsing in a heap into the purple-stained snow below. Frozen couldn't stop the CLENCHING in his chest, catching his breathing, or the throbbing in his heart, threatening to take his strength away. He could only stare down at the bodies of what were the first of his own people he had seen in what felt like years... and lament the fact he had to kill them. ...And he couldn't help but feel that there were MORE to come!
"...Chille..." Frozen rumbled, his hands CURLING into hammer-like fists. "...I will KILL you for this..."
WC: 562