Titans of the Current: Hands of God Edition

Part 10:1:4

Thirty five! Thirty seven! Thirty eight! Forty one!

Shit they just keep coming! a massive set of jaws flash before my face, I lean back and swing my blade upwards into it. Purple blood slides down to the hilt of my sword. I now have the ability to maneuver it. The other mutants blast a barrage of kindling bullets towards me and Lapiz. I twist the blade so the beast follows my guidance like a dog with a leash. It takes the repetitive rounds for me as I return the notion with my colt.

Two to the left. I pull up the gun and fire the first shot into the first beast. He draws back as the other advances on me. I quickly pull my sword through my meat shield as his jaw splits four ways.

The one advancing me leaps over a rock and raises it's claws in mid air to strike me. I kick my former captive forward as I use the force to jump back.

The leaping predator snags his feet on my faltering prey. He slams to the ground clumsily as the wounded beast behind him begins to flee.

The one before me thrust up to me. I respond with a blocking stance with my sword. I see the other running, but he won't get away. I push back on my attacker and aim at the runner through his chest.

Bang.

My shot ran through him as it ruptured the others head. A cloud of purple fluid paints the ground as a second shot silences the paniced beast in front of me.

"Forty four, Im almost done Lapiz! That means you're six bodies away from giving me one of your cursed weapons!"

I look up from my kills... Only to be splashed in their grotesque blood and flesh... It feels so.... Disgusting.

Lapiz presents himself from a mountain of remains. A mighty hill complete with rivers of blood dipping into a lake. Although exaggerated, that is most literally the case.

"We are still playing that game? Shit, I thought you forgot. Girl, you owe me a kiss, and owed me one ten minutes ago."

I avoid the stream of shots fired from the big trench. I duck down behind a large rock and peer up at Lapiz, "what so you mean?"

Lapiz is currently wielding two large, black machine guns, black flames blazing. The impact of the two devastating weapons were so powerful that they left gives in the stone ground deep enough to hide in. Bullets shredded through line after line of mutated assailant. Screeches were muffled by blast noises and a symphony of grotesque splattering.

He was... Insane.

Never before had I seen such brutality applied to any aspect of combat. There would be no end to his list for blood, for feeding only made him crave more. Under that quiet, sophisticated exterior, lies a broken soul without moral, without mercy, without control.

It wasn't hatred that fueled him, I know that. He said himself, he typically had no quarrel with those he slays, just something to gain. How could a man who had been through so much turn to genocide as a means of function.

I thought about this for so long... Pondered the reason behind so much latent potential for murder. Perhaps it was Tamiel: his family was slain by his own hands. Tamiel used him as a means to an end.

Fight Lapiz, don't lose your purpose. Maybe, it was me. Perhaps I represent the thing that holds him together. Maybe he fights for me out of hope for Tamiel's defeat. It could be fire the same of his family. But I think...

It's just because he can, he protects me just because it's what he does. For a fallen angel, is still an angel at heart. For whatever reason, I will stand beside him, proud and undaunted by our challenges.