Thread: The Rise Before The Fall (Razgriz x Chai)

RE The Rise Before The Fall Razgriz x Ariamella Readyreadyready, the female next to him said with a quiet giggle, her lips quirking up in a small smile at the mention of fire. Yesfire, yesfire... Her voice trailed off to almost silence, lips appearing to be barely moving, J'arock probably hearing murmurs of gibberish as she began talking more of less to herself. She was dressed in the same white robes with blue and purple accents as her partner, but past that, the similarities between them seemed to end. She appeared short in comparison to J'arockeveryone did, reallybut she stood at a modest five-feet-five inches. The sleeves of her robes were tucked into black leather vambraces made from the thick, tough hide of the Donphan, allowing her to protect herself from close-range striking weapons while also leaving her hands bare to grab, hold, and touch the enemies around her. Her slim frame was mostly hidden by the loose clothing, but underneath it all, she had the build of a runner long, lean legs and a lightly toned core and upper body. A few loose curls of light strawberry blonde hair that had come undone from her pinned braids peeked out from under her hood, framing a face that had sharp features. High cheek bones and an angular chin matched her pointed, upturned nose, and if one could get close enough to see, her irises were the most striking shade of turquoise. On first impression, she appeared to be just an Electric-type Brawler, but that was hardly the case. On the taller side of her Heavenborn brothers and sisters, yet shorter than most other Order members, her genetics actually consisted of mostly Electric-type and Fire-type traits. The fire in her was easily recognizable if one knew what to look for her hair and body build were just two physical markers of her mixed heritage, but the most recognizable and interesting part of it all was her personality. She was easy-going and carefree, but when insulted or personally provoked, the Fireborn in her showed itself. Because of her usual hyperactive nature, her minor interest in heat and flame, and the fact that the switch between the two temperaments was almost instantaneous and quite intense, it had earned her the nickname 'Crazy Krystal' among the humans she met during her travels around the Kelgon region. But the name never seemed to bother herit wasn't her real name, after all. Only her Brothers and Sisters knew that she was called Ka'rista, and she much preferred that over the ugly bastardization of her Soul Name. But her predominantly Electric-type traits also came with its practical advantages, and it was for this reason that she was sitting at the forest's edge, waiting to strike the Nexus base. For the most part she could hold her own, but she was also observant, aware and analytical. Even now, her eyes flitted rapidly around the scene, taking in as much information as she could. Of course, she had already scouted around these parts with a few others well before she and J'arock were assigned to capture the Nexus lieutenant, but she was thorough in her work and knew it was best to check once more before they made their move. She reviewed plans over and over again in her mind, analyzing the position of the patrolling guards. Two up above. Two at the main door. Two at the far side, and two here in the front, she told J'arock much slower now compared to before, her eyes fixed on the two front rectangular buildings, one guard circling each of them. And two of us. May this day bring glory to our Lord! Shall we, Brother? She grinned at her companion before leaving him, dashing along the edge of the forest, her slim body weaving past the trees at unnatural speeds until she was on the opposite edge of the clearing. The goal was to take out as many of the patrolling guards before the spotters noticed, and she knew they would notice. There had been far too many attacks on their bases for Nexus to ignore, and by now they at least had an idea of what to watch for. But even still, she hoped to take out at least the two Nexus Grunts at the back, and because she was fast, she figured she would end them quickly as well. J'arock was more than capable of handling the guards at the front, and she would join him when she was done here. Hopefully, he would give her enough time to get most of her business done before he was noticed. And it was impossible not to notice him when he came forward his massive body clothed in white was a tell-tale sign that the Order had come. Ka'rista counted the steps of the Grunt on the left, watching, waiting until he had just turned the corner of the building before running forward. She was light on her feet, even when she was running on the paved ground surrounding the outpost, and it was only until she was almost upon him that he turned around. Immediately she took note of the sleek, black carbine in his hands, his finger ready on the trigger. His eyes widened at the sight of the lady in white, taking a step back and raising the firearm, but the female Brawler was already on him. She pushed the barrel of the gun to the side just as a burst of three rounds fired loudly into the air, and with her opposite hand, she gave him a swift punch that dragged along his jaw to his nose and ended with the satisfying crunch of broken bone and cartilage. Then another three rounds exploded out as she twisted the gun out of his grip, bloodying him even more by hitting the butt of the stock against his face. You shouldn't be playing with such big toys, she said, her turquoise orbs shining with unvoiced laughter as she tossed the gun to the side. She watched the Grunt stagger backwards, bright red dripping from his nose and splattering on the concrete. His lip and skin on his cheek bone were cut as well, and Ka'rista could have giggled for all the firepower these Nexus minions were given, they were still losing at the game. The only thing she regretted was the roar of the gun's discharges, as they were a sure way to announce the Order's arrival, but then again, it was only a matter of time before the Nexus officials inside knew she and J'arock were there. It looked like she would just have to work faster then. Besides, this game was getting boring. The Grunt wiped his hand across his face, attempting to clear some of the mess, but only succeeded in smearing more of the red across his cheek. He snarled, fumbling with a rather large-looking revolver from a holster on his belt, but even before he was able to properly grip the thing, Ka'rista grabbed hold of his wrist. She twisted the gun down and to the right, effectively breaking his finger that was locked on the trigger. The man doubled over and cried out in pain, but not a second later, the sound faded into nothing as she placed her hands on his head and jerked sharply up and to the left. A normal human wouldn't have been able to snap his neck, but she wasn't normal. She was a Brawler, and maybe these heathens would remember it when they saw their comrade crumpled dead on the ground. His body slumped on the concrete, and Ka'rista left him just as a siren blared, disrupting the silence of the day. It seemed those inside had finally been notified of the Order's arrival, and she knew they would be making preparations to face them. However, she also knew that whatever preparation they made would be a waste the Order had never lost a raid or assault on a Nexus base, and they weren't about to start now, especially with her Earthborn Brother at her side. She moved to the building on the right, arriving in time to see the second Grunt start running away, dropping his own carbine as he caught sight of her. Coward. Did he really think he could outrun her? She, a proud Heavenborn of her people? She easily caught up to him, gripping the grey material of his shirt and taking him down, straddling his back as she held him down. She wove fingers into his hair, smashing his face into the concrete. Then she pulled up and did it again. And again. You think you go hard, huh, you uppity cunt? the Grunt muttered, mouthing off despite currently staining the concrete, and the Brawler paused mid-strike. I do not just think, I know so, Ka'rista replied before pressing her hands to his back and discharging a high-voltage current. She held it only for a few seconds, but to him it must have felt like an eternity. It was more than enough to kill him, but she detested the insolent tone he had taken with her. Rude imbeciles, these people were. A disgrace to His world, she finalized as she clambered up off the dead body. Then hearing a barrage of gunshots, bullets raining down at the front of the base, she ran to join J'arock at the main building.