Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170705042341/@comment-25582638-20170708012127

So that's how it works, the teen thought, referring to Lustra's war fan as she glanced at the bloody, pierced hand of the man, who had threatened her moments ago, trembling in pain. He got what he deserved.

Cyzarine became aware that uncertainty was making her feel anxious earlier. However, Lustra's ominous aura and forbidding display made things seem more uncertain, building up the psychological pressure in the teenager who felt responsible for bringing trouble all the way here. Not to mention, the Huntress got dragged into this mess and insulted, which made the teen even angrier at herself. She couldn't bear it anymore.

She needed to get rid of this burden out of her system. And she knew exactly where to vent it.

The other bikers began surrounding her with bats and guns, glaring at her form that remained rooted on the brown dirt and hands still stuffed in the pockets.

I should have dealt with them earlier, Cyzarine said to herself and narrowed her dark blue eyes at the growing number of bikers who'd thought that she would be easier to deal with than the Huntress.

They should have known better than coming after us

Gritting her teeth, Cyzarine bent forward and zoomed straight to a pink-haired young woman unfortunately within her line of sight. The men and women reacted at the sudden movement as the fledgling prey hefted up the bat to block whatever attack would come. But all in all, their actions were utterly useless, if not trivial, of what’s about to come.

Grimoire’s (Cyzarine's secondary weapon) two armored fingers on the right demi-gauntlet shone in purple color (Gravity Dust) while the rim shone in green color (Wind Dust).

Cyzarine clenched her dual Dust-infused right hand into a tight fist and skidded to a halt in front of the pink-haired young woman. Immediately, the fist had smashed heavily through bat that splintered into pieces, and then proceeded to connect with the young woman's stomach.

First, the heaviness almost crushed the prey’s stomach and pancreas. And second, Cyzarine followed up mercilessly by releasing an air pressure, producing a resounding SNAP! within the young woman's woman. As a result, the lumbar spine came apart and protruded at the back, piercing the skin and shirt open with red liquid showering on the dry sandy dirt of the road.

“K-Karyl!”

In a mere second, the bleeding prey slumped on the ground. Then came a weak harrowing cry of the damsel in distress, pain piercing her stomach on every stretch of her diaphragm. The teen didn't intend to kill her though. There was no reason for such and Cyzarine instead made use of her cry to intimidate the others. But the teen wouldn’t wait for it, and advanced to her next target as she flexed her hands.

She engaged them all in close quarters. With the sleight of her hands, Cyzarine twisted and turned the arms of the gangsters, routinely holding them in a way that would fracture their bones into two when she blasted them with Wind Dusts, sometimes karate chopped with Gravity Dust. She would simply send them flying to the air, or slam them to the dirt, when she couldn't execute her standard attacks. Bones were fractured, and flesh burst open from within accompanied by blood blooming like red roses. But none were dead.

Cyzarine had delivered a frontal kick at the stomach of one of the gangsters when suddenly someone sneaked up behind her and lifted her under her armpit. Annoyed, the teen hissed quietly-

“I-I got her! I-”

And produced a pair of daggers made of ice from her demi-gauntlets. Cyzarine twirled the ice weapons and stabbed them straight at her assailant’s forearms. The man’s eyes widened, and howled as he tried to pull away his arms from the teen. He couldn't. Cyzarine was holding the daggers in place. She suddenly pivoted, dragging the man with her, and used his form as a meat shield against a few bullets intended for her, killing the man in the process. Again, she spun, then hurled the Gravity-infused warm corpse at the remaining gangsters.

What an unfortunate first kill since the fight broke out, the teen thought.

With another twirl of the bloodied ice daggers, Cyzarine darted her eyes at the few trembling bikers to her left, wondering if they were still up for a fight. Should she snap a few more bones to make them stop?

People are naturally averse to gore so it should work, as usual, in contrast to carnivorous animals that practically hunt and kill for food. If that doesn't work, maybe pulling out their guts would suffice.

Just as the still-quiet teen was thinking on how to proceed, the bikers were backing away, slowly. Cyzarine snapped her head at their direction, making them broke into a sprint with a few tripping along the way.

With no intention of giving a chase, Cyzarine brought out her Scroll and dialed the number of law enforcement to tie up loose ends of the incident.

The teen discreetly looked at Lustra, and back at her own bloody mess she'd made. Cyzarine felt a sudden discomfort in the pit of her stomach, which told her to get ready for what would happen next. Because based from experience, bad things always comes right after a bloody fight.