Thread: Of Winter & Of Wonder [Tempt x insufferable]

The explosion was unforgiving. The detonation of decoy room 101 was a blip in comparison to the detonation that soon followed it. Rather than being faced with the man I had so desperately searched for weeks, instead, I was met face-to-face with a devastating blow. Too consumed in my own efforts to destroy you - the Winter Soldier - I found myself enthralled by the discord. Rather than properly defending myself, I became a victim to the blast. The explosion launched me feet in the air and meters out leaving my body to crash against a cement structure. The wall collapsed with the impact of my body, unable to handle the vigor of my divine form. As the fire from the blast raged on, I saw the demonic figure of Ares in the blazing flames . The eruption of the building only fueled my own ravaging fire. Perhaps it was my own delusion showing me the horns of the God of War, but in my mind, it didn't matter whether or not it was a figment of my imagination or reality. He was here on earth. Ares walked, breathed, and lived here on Earth. He taunted me called for me in the shrieks of the explosion - seducing me into his fire by infecting me with rage and vengeance. As my body fell to the ashes as it had done time and time before , I shook my head in disbelief. A haunting, nearly wicked smile grew on my once-soft lips, grimacing at the chaos as the motel burned and fell. No man would stop me now. No mortal, no God. Peeling myself off the ground, there was a new-found adrenaline that now pumped in my veins. It wasn't one of defeat nor of victory, but one of determination, and fortitude. Although noble in its creation, my spiraling emotions only made me heinous and malevolent in this moment. My head shot to the side, my dark vision searching for the target as the blaze caught my irises. The flames danced in my chocolate-coloured eyes. There was a darkness in my eyes. One that was all-too familiar. My pupils dilated as I found the Winter Solider running for his life. How cowardly, I thought. How typical of Ares to run in fear as the God-Killer returns for her dominion. You cannot run from ME-EEEEEEEEEEE! I would growl, a deep voice uncharacteristic of my well-documented sweet nature. It was as if, I too, had become possessed, controlled by another force. With the winds drastically shifting, I found myself under a darkening sky. The brisk breeze passed through my luscious hair as I picked the shield and sword from the ground and armed myself again. With the Lasso of Truth at my hip, I abandoned the wreckage behind me a true symbol of the chaos that would soon unfold at my hands. I took a menacing step, propelling my entire body up into the air as I escaped the fumes of the deteriorating motel. Rocketing several dozen meters in the air, I came crashing down on a near-by vehicle just a hectometer from your fleeing form. The Dacia Solenza crumbled at my feet the sheer force of the landing causing the Romanian-made compact car to flatten beneath me. I was no ordinary enhanced human nothing like the Red Room or HYDRA had ever seen. I was a beast a monster in feminine form. I was capable of great destruction a feat I was about to prove with my every breath, every step, and every move. Slipping the sword into its designated sheath between my shoulders, I subsequently threw myself forward. I began to run towards you with extraordinary speed. But my race for you was swiftly interrupted as the sound of chopping filled the air. Soon we found ourselves chased by a blaring military helicopter . Although the chopper was new and clearly well-funded, it was completely unlabeled, black in its colour and threatening in its sound. It descended quickly, using its precise technology to hover just feet over the ground without actually landing. Although, it had no plans to solidify its state. It wasn't lowering to land - it was lowering to kill. Permission to terminate. The pilot's headpiece would demand. His partner, a hitman kneeling at the edge of the craft's wide open doors, would grasp on to his sniper rifle and nod. As the chopper swiveled towards me, its true target was not my Amazonian self and but actually, you . Opening its grave attack, the pilot flipped the tag on his controls and quickly pressed down on the red button at the mercy of his thumb. The helicopter ignited as the button activated, launching a sizable missile right in our direction. Although the projectile had its thermal ware locked on your figure, I was unwilling to give it that satisfactory kill. Still in a hot pursuit, I used my fierce, muscular legs to drive my body in an adrenaline-filled charge. In a moment of desperation, I thrust my body in a great heap and intercepted the incoming missile. With one immense swipe of my shield, I slammed the rocket to the ground . The cartridge was wiped from its trajectory, losing its thermal signal and spiraling out of control. It struck a vehicle just seconds later, obliterating a 20-meter radius around it. The chopper quickly reprises his attack, bombarding the surrounding area with excessive spit fire allowing its bullets to barely lick your feet as you attempted to run. In an immediate panic, I snatched the lasso and my hip and tossed its golden wonder into the air. The lasso wrapped quickly around the right-side landing skid, interlocking it in its grasp. In one furious grunt, I slammed my right foot into the ground, the red-plated armor at my foot glistening as I used the leverage to pull the entirety of the aircraft backwards. The unit jolted to the side, as if Zeus himself had reached down grabbed the railing to pull it back. The chopper wobbled with the heave of my lasso, acting as a anchor as it heeled the vehicle on to its side. The sudden jerk launched the sniper rifle right out of the aircraft. My eyes filled with intensity . I looked angrily at the chopper, sealing the aircraft's doomed fate in my mind. It had to come down. It had to go. So long as it was firing at you, my chance at terminating Ares - The God of War - would be interrupted, delayed, and even lost. The lasso marked the beginning of an epic, yet disastrous take-down. Raising my shield, I shipped the steel disc right for the fallen sniper. The shield struck him right in the head, causing his skull to explode upon impact. There was a spray of misty red blood as the shield tore through his head. One down, one more to go. Springing into action, my right hand maintained its position. Wrapped in the tugging lasso, the pilot struggled to keep the swaying helicopter in its grasp. He retaliated, attempting to free himself by downshifting his controls. With his dashboard illuminating and chiming with caution alarms, the contesting pilot tried rigorously to aim his launchers towards his designated target. It seemed no matter the fight I put up, he still refused to fire at me, but rather, chose to channel his efforts continuously on the Winter Soldier . You were a wanted man, that I knew. But none more wanted than by me, the very Wonder Woman . Relentless in my ambition for your head, I reeled the copter in with all of my superior, God-like might. Spinning on the back of my heals, I loudly and furiously exhaled as I pulled the aircraft into a dangerous shift. Combating the force of the pilot's confutation, I used the bound of my abilities to dig my feet into the ground again and swing the helicopter around like it was a mere toy. Suddenly releasing the lasso, the off-centered vehicle was flung out of its orbital control and right into the building you had just used as refuge. The copter faulted in its attempt to regain control, and within a split second, came crashing into the weakened run-down structure that shielded you. With the impact of the helicopter, the building came swiftly crashing down. With every intimidating step I took, I left a cluster of catastrophe behind me. Multiple explosions had taken out nearly half of the entirety of this small town. Smoke filled the darkening skyline as debris and fire littered the area. What started as a small decoy room in a crusty motel had now expanded to a war-like battlefield. I stood now, void of any threats, with only one enemy at path. As the dust from the rubble began to fade, I would find a horror far worse than looking into the eyes of Ares himself. There the Winter Soldier lay the very enemy I had fought so hard to secure, sprawled among the chaos I had created, shielding another human a child an innocent . The girl's bright emerald eyes haunted me. They seemed to stare right into my soul, a reminder of the tragedy I had recently experienced in Themyscira. She reminded me so much of my beloved Amena. I saw her in that moment I saw Amena alive and happy in my mind. She ran around the gardens chasing a monarch butterfly - something I would never see her do again. The girl, petrified and in shock, had been guarded by the deliberate protection of the man I sought to destroy. And as a result of my negligent and blood-lusting actions, I had nearly taken the life of a guiltless and beautiful being. As I walked through the fog towards the two of you, there was a look of dreaded uncertainty in my horrified eyes. I looked at the utter devastation I had created, and in that moment, did not even recognize who I was. But that uncertainty soon turned cold. My brows curl in the center of my forehead, reforming as I growled towards you. Swiftly changing from a soft, vulnerable demeanor, I suddenly sprung into action again to grab you. Despite your efforts to stop my unidentified attack, I was quick to catch your strapping cybernetic arm. Contrary to any woman combatant before, I not only deflected your arm, but I caught it. I took a quick moment to gaze upon the alloys' brilliance. The human world amazed me in its lightning-paced technology. I found myself all the more confused the more I looked at it, not quite understanding why Ares would require such an accessory in this realm. Despite my split-second pondering, I could not hold your mighty brawn. My inhumanly biceps bulged in my arms as I clasped my left hand around your bionic limb. Although incredibly difficult to match in strength, my death-grip allotted enough time for me to engage my whip. Swaying my shining golden rope once more, the Lasso of Truth wrapped rapidly around your neck. Tightening its hold immediately, I jerked it towards me. The motion degraded your body before me, rendering you nearly defenseless at my feet. Who are you!? I barked, bearing bone-chilling affinity to the Russian white-coated madman who once tortured you. My strange, ethnically ambiguous accent barked orders at you as I leaned down to stiffen the coil around your throat. What is your name ?