Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-25924729-20160307081634

The man in a black suit whimpered underneath the demon of a girl with the black helmet, he didn't have the guts to resist her any more (bad pun intended), and broke down in a fit of pathetic sobbing. He spent the next several minutes spilling his guts (bad pun again), telling her everything about the Funhouse, what Barnes was doing and more importantly, that it was located in the basement and was where the hostages were held.

Satisfied, the girl finally left. To the mook's horror, she didn't remove the bottle in his belly. In panic, he tried to sit up and reach it, straining his body and causing more blood to pour from the bottle neck like fresh red wine. He grabbed, missed, tried again, and ultimately slumped back in defeat.

Then again, death was a mercy. The Casino was doomed, most of his allies were dead, the Narreau droisds had failed, Memories had turned on them and Tigris was severely outnumbered. He definitely didn't want to stick around for the end...

“…Kis…sama (You bastard)…” Tigris groaned as she struggled in the snow. Spikes and chains tore at her flesh as she twisted and tossed, her breathing ragged and hoarse from repeated abuse to her lungs, until her outstretched hand, still tied to the spear, was facing Amilanthior. Her wrist flexed, guiding a column of flame to the fallen boy. Slowly, the inferno threatened to burn him.

A cold hand stroked her back, followed by numbing cold. Ice seeped over flesh and chains, further immobilizing her. “Don’t.” Then Tigris felt her body pulled up, the movement briefly allowing her a glimpse of blue cloth and red eyes. She was defeated, and expected a swift blade to the throat, spilling her life in the snow. It’s what she would’ve done...

Instead, Zhu-li dragged her to face the blast doors, forcing her to a kneeling position. “Open them.”

The geisha only laughed. “Baka! Even if I could, I am a knight of honour, if I must die, I will not turn on my master. I know your heart, Castellan. You wouldn’t dare… AHHHHH!!!!!”

Her blood ran cold, literally. The ice Dust crystal in Alaska pressed firmly against her neck wound, crystallizing her blood, shredding her veins from inside. Cold fingers tore through her body, racking her with wave after wave of white agony.

She turned in panic, seeing those eyes, filled with unfamiliar determination and ruthlessness. In that instant, she realized it wasn’t Zhu-li tormenting her, but a girl would do anything, absolutely anything, to win. Even if it meant killing her.

“Open. Them.” She repeated coldly.

“I… will… not…. GAHHH! Coliseum!!!”

The attack was aimed at her tormentor, but Zhu-li calmly pushed her arm back, aiming Tigris like a human flamethrower at the entrance. Enraged, she barely noticed. The street was bathed in a blinding intense glow, heat washing over everyone despite the frigid weather. The inferno burned for almost a full minute before flickering out. Leaving Tigris with her aura broken, red faced with shame and anger. Before her, a puddle of molten slag poured into the street where steel doors once stood.

''Anything burns if the fire is hot enough. ''Zhu-li recalled a quote froma novel she read long ago. Apparently even military grade ballistic steel.

She dispatched Tigris with a swift blow to the skull, knocking out the older girl before untying her. "Go on, i'll be there in a moment." she told the others, gesturing at the blasted doors.

Carefully, she leaned Tigris against a wall, collected the Zeracts and rushed to Amilanthior, concern showing on her face. She knelt beside her partner, flipping him over and tending his wounds as well as she could, sealing them with a thin layer of ice, muttering softly in his ear.