OUTTAKES (I)

{DA} Chapter 3: Carnal Desires

Thessa barrelled towards the Slayer Her attempts were praiseworthy but futile; each motion she made was easily read by the Slayer. She thrusts, he parries; she swings, he evades.

{Thessa, this is not what it looks like!}

VEGA's attempt at stopping this misunderstanding was unfruitful, as the Amazoness began to speed up. Her combat capabilities was comparable to a boosted prowler; dexterous and deadly.
The battle ensued as the room slowly became a mess. The spear clashed with the walls ceiling and floor and pierced a great deal of objects in the room. The shaft was sturdy as it flexed and bent to strike the Slayer; the tip could cut wood like butter and puncture stone and brick as if it weren't there.
After many parries and evasions, the Slayer managed to time himself correctly and jumped towards her as she swung the spear down. He caught her by the wrists and held her up. Thessa, now in the air, began to snake her legs around the Slayer's neck and attempted at choking him.

...so this is what it feels like...

The Slayer said to himself as he could feel the limbs coil around his clothes (technically armour, but it was still cloaked). The snake-like legs then squeezed, and boy did she squeeze hard, for it could break a man's neck in seconds. But the Slayer was no ordinary man. The squeezing was no less than if a Knight was attempting for a bear hug.
The Slayer then pried her legs off and threw her down, and, thankfully, landed on the bed. She flipped back onto her feet and, having no longer felt the buckler in hand or spear in palm, brought her arms up and began to whale on the Slayer. Thessa strikes for the weaker and more vulnerable spots on a man and struck with precision; she aimed to immobilise him and then kill him. She struck true and true, and as time went on, the Slayer felt weaker - and she could see it in his eyes; the sense of resilience was clearly clinging on. Just when she thought he yielded, the Slayer grabbed her once more and said something incoherent, but she felt an energy phase through her, paralysing her. The last thing she saw, before succumbing to the void, was the Slayer, now clad in green armour, shaking his head, whilst saying,

{Bloody hell...}

With Thessa now a paralysed statue, the Slayer walked up to Lillian. Her emotions were now in check and she had attempted at returning her dignity by cleaning her dress.

{Ms. Lillian, are you alright?}

"Yes, I'm feeling a tad bit better."

{We're sorry for any inconveniences caused.}

"Fret not. I believe that everyone should be forgiven. But what about Thessa?"

{She will be fine in a few minutes. She has been temporarily incapacitated. And, again, we're sorry for frightening you.}

"Ah, then would you please tell me whom you were looking for? I have eyes and ears throughout the city. I could help you with this problem of yours."

Now having found her former confidence, she spoke to the Slayer in a more mature and stern manner. He paused at her gesture but quickly declined it.

{I'm afraid that if you wander into this matter any further, you will endanger the lives of your own and many. So it is imperative you keep this away from anyone.}

"Well then. Good evening."

With a slight nod, Slayer exits the room. After shutting the door behind him, the Slayer contemplates about his skirmish with the Amazon.

Shit...I can't believe I almost lost my restraint.

{Neither can I, Slayer. But I'm glad, I'm certain you do not want to spill any innocent blood.}