Two Worlds - Choni

Chapter 18

Josie climbed up into her tank, then stopped and turned to smirk at Logan. "Hey muttonchops! I bet I can kill more people than you can!"


"What's the stake?" Logan asked calmly, lighting a cigar.


"Loser pays for dinner." Josie said with a grin. Logan raised an eyebrow, and then shrugged.


"What the hell. Deal." Josie smiled and shut the hatch on her tank, strapping herself into the driver's seat. Her tank looked normal on the outside, but it had been heavily customized so that one person could do everything.


"You're going to lose that bet." Sherlock said from his position next to Logan, drawing his cane sword and examining it.


"What makes you say that?" Logan growled.


"Elementary my dear Logan. She has a tank, you have claws. She can kill multiple people in one shot; you can only kill two people at a time. She can kill from a distance, you can't. I hope you have your wallet ready." Sherlock told him, sheathing his cane sword again. Logan growled and puffed on his cigar, ignoring him.


On the opposite side of the battle line, Kayley was swinging her sword experimentally, making sure that all of her armor had been put on correctly. Angela raised an eyebrow. "Why do you wear that stuff?" She asked. Kayley was the only one of the soldiers recruited by Reggie to wear any form of armor, and it confused Angela.


"It was my father's armor." Kayley told her, sheathing her sword. "I wear it remind myself what I fight for."


"Revenge?" Angela asked curiously. Kayley shook her head.


"No. I fight for justice and the protection of the weak, the virtues of the Round Table."


"Sounds boring." Veronica said from the other side of the two women, checking her sniper rifle.


"We can't all be murdering psychopaths." Link told her, walking up to the trio. Veronica glared at him.


"I'm not a murdering psychopath all the time." She told him. "Just on Mondays."


"Ignore her." Peter said, landing down next to them and putting an arm around her girlfriend's shoulders. "That's what I do."


"Gee, thanks." Veronica growled, slamming the magazine into her rifle.


"I kid." Peter said with a laugh, kissing her on the cheek.


"Ready yourselves." Vader said, walking up to the others with Jason close behind. "They've begun their charge."


"Finally." Veronica said excitedly, climbing up into her sniper tower. She looked through the scope and was about to pull the trigger when something smashed into her target, ripping it and several soldiers around him to shreds. "Dammit Josie!" She snapped into her radio.


"Oh I'm sorry, was that your target?" Josie asked. Veronica could practically hear the grin in her voice. She growled and fired off ten shots, dropping twelve soldiers. Just then, several Humvees burst from the ranks of the White Court soldiers, miniguns blazing. The Fey of the Autumn Court raised their shields, stopping the bullets, and Veronica lined up the head of one of the drivers in her scope. Before she could fire off a shot though, the Humvee was lifted up into the air. Veronica frowned and removed her eye from the scope, looking around. Vader had his arms in the air, and all the Humvees were floating in the air. He stepped forward and shoved outward with his hands, sending the vehicles flying. They slammed into the ranks of the White Court, ripping large holes in the enemy lines.


"Charge!" King Samhain ordered from atop his skeletal horse, drawing his sword. The Fey led the charge, with their mercenary allies close behind. Veronica remained where she was however. Charging with a sniper rifle was not practical.


Ten minutes later


Cheryl dodged to the side as one of the leaders of the White Court charged at her, war hammer in hand. She then slashed at him with her claws, but he was able to dodge her, and then the other leaders joined the fray, weapons ready. Cheryl jumped into the air, out of range of their weapons, and landed on the wall, glaring down at the Hunters. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife, then launched herself back at them, landing on one of the women and stabbing her in the neck, killing her instantly. The Hunter closest to her, a large man with a big beard and a longsword, let out a roar of rage and swung at her head, aiming to decapitate her. Cheryl lunged forward, stabbing him in the stomach and then the heart, before whirling around to block a slash from an ax wielding woman.


"Die beast!" Another man yelled, throwing a spear at Cheryl's back. Cheryl jumped straight up, and the spear slammed into the woman's chest. Cheryl laughed at the look of horror on his face, then grabbed the woman's ax and threw it at him, cutting his head off.


"That's four of your number dead idiots!" She taunted. "Do you want to accept the inevitable and surrender to you deaths, or do you want to keep fighting?" One of the men, the only one who had not moved from his chair, spoke up.


"There are still eight of them creature." He told her. "They undoubtedly feel they have an advantage of numbers."


"You will not fight?" The last remaining woman demanded, glaring at him over her shoulder.


"I will not." He said, nodding. The woman scowled, then Cheryl threw the knife into her eye socket, dropping her.


"Times up." Cheryl growled, running at the remaining seven. One of the men pulled out a six shot colt revolver and fired of two shots before Cheryl grabbed him, broke his neck, and then used him as a human shield, opening fire with the colt and killing five more, leaving one man left alive. Cheryl turned around frowning, as she looked for the last man. Suddenly, he stabbed her from behind with his machete, driving the blade through her chest, barely missing her heart. Cheryl gasped in pain and the man grinned.


"You should have paid more attention beast." He told her smugly. Cheryl looked down at the blade, then started laughing.


"So that's what happened to Jason's original machete!" She exclaimed. "He's been looking everywhere for it." Cheryl walked forward, letting the blade pull out.


"I...Impossible!" The man yelled, horrified. "This blade has been blessed! It should have killed you instantly, regardless of where it hit!"


"You dumb fuck, that's the Hellblade." Cheryl told him. "It was forged by Satan himself in the flames of Hell. Blessing it did nothing. And the magic within the blade itself actually made me feel better." She lunged forward and grabbed him by the neck, then ripped the Hellblade from his hand and stabbed him in the heart with it. Cheryl pulled the blade from his chest, letting him fall to the ground, then turned to face the man in the chair.


"I never wanted this." He told her sadly as she walked over to him. "I opposed the destruction of San Francisco, but the others overruled me. It seems fitting that we should die now, though ironic that God would choose you as the instrument of justice." Cheryl put her arms around his head, and solemnly broke his neck, killing him instantly and painlessly.