[ REALLY? ]
Taylor asked, tilting his head slightly.
[ BUT WE HAVE TO BE AT THE FOREST IN TEN MINUTES FOR THE DRILL EXERCISE? ]
@Masterofdeath: @taylor: @SamJaz: @Jlynnana: @Sonata:
Taylor rubbed his sore head where Kita had smacked him for trying to help.
Then her attention was on the new guy in black. Something about a second trial?
Whatever. He'd probably lose anyways.
@Masterofdeath: @taylor: @SamJaz: @Jlynnana: @Sonata:
Taylor smiled, nursing his bleeding head.
[ I'M FINE, REALLY ]
[ IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME I'VE BEEN TREATED THIS WAY ]
[ I'M JUST NATURALLY HATED LIKE THIS ]
Seeing that he wasn't getting the sympathy he was hoping from the two ladies, he got up and listened to what Kita had to say, when it came to waiting for a guide, Taylor made an executive decision.
Putting on a serious glare, Taylor pointed dramatically in a random direction, over the lake of lava.
[ THIS WAY! ]
[ I CAN SMELL DIRECTION! ]
@Sonata: @Jlynnana: @Masterofdeath:
Taylor stood outside the black sphere, admiring the malevolence emanating from within.
He could not be bothered trying to break inside, far more trouble than it was worth. Instead, he turned around the Hagane and Abyss.
[ SO... WHO WANTS CUPCAKES? ]
Taylor stopped in his advances.
Then he cried.
His tears flowed freely as a smile grew on his face.
That was the first time he’d been graded an A for anything in his entire life.
As he composed himself, he noticed a lot of melee happening around him.
Demons with big heavy weapons.
Scared and panicked grunt soldiers.
Lots of weaknesses to exploit.
Wiping his face with his sleeve, Taylor prepared two large screws.
Ever since he erased his own Presence back in Shinjuku, people that can sense energy ignored him in crowds or groups.
Like right now, everyone was fighting the lady or the other guy, but ignoring Taylor himself.
Their backs were turned to him, and they were inviting targets for his screws.
He stepped in and stabbed.
Taylor blinked, getting to his feet.
He remembered getting hit by that bus after getting pushed off that building he was playing chicken on...
If he had to describe his surroundings, the overwhelming consensus would be "On fire."
Applying some conjecture, Taylor quickly decided that he must be in that place most bad people go when they die.
He refused to use the English name for the place, as he was convinced that this lake of fire and brimstone couldn't hold a candle to that classroom he entered every other time he died.
But, while he was grateful for the pleasant change of scenery, the question still remained-
What was he doing here?
He decided to start his investigation with the black-clad woman who just came through that ominous doorway of malevolence.
And, being Taylor, addressed her with the most respectful words he could muster in the presence of a lady.
[ HELLLLOOOOOOOOO NURSE! ]
Taylor looked at the screeching Raveena, then at Manami.
Then he began to have the strangest... urges...
He stretched out his finger and, flicking it against seemingly thin air, sliced it cleanly off at the knuckle.
Contrary to popular opinion, Taylor was not a fan of dying for the sake of it.
Yet, there were some very primal parts of his instincts telling Taylor to do what Raveena was saying and chop himself up in an attempt to kill Tavi.
There was only one thing for it.
Taylor erased his own libido.
Feeling the urges subside and his attraction for the fine ladies in the room wither and die, Taylor's smile faded.
[ SHANT. ]
Taylor turned around to face Raveena with a look that could kill in his eyes.
In erasing his own sexual urges, he also erased any hold that Raveena could ever place upon his free will.
She was powerless to control him.
But, he was not happy with the move he had been forced to make, and Taylor would make sure that someone would pay.
Who knows? Maybe a bit of sadism could rekindle that extinguished flame.
[ DID YOU KNOW..?]
[ ONE OF MY ABILITIES IS TO TURN MY OWN BODILY FLUIDS INTO SCREWS. ]
Looking around the room, there wasn't a person in there whose clothes weren't stained in Taylor's stomach juices or blood.
A large screw erupted from the knuckle previously housing Taylor's index finger. The pseudo-digit wrapped itself around a few strands of razor wire, then twisted, pulling the threads tighter and tighter as they began to close in on those in the room.
[ JUST KIDDING ]
[ THAT WOULD BE A SILLY POWER ]
[ OF COURSE I DON'T SUMMON SCREWS FROM MY STOMACH ACID ]
Taylor pulled on the razor web violently, closing the deadly net around everyone in the room, including him.
Blood stained the ceiling, walls, and floors as humans were turned into mincemeat.
[ OH NO ]
[ MY KITTY ]
[ HOW TRAGIC ]
[ THIS IS THE SADDEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE ]
[ I DON'T THINK I CAN EVER RECOVER FROM THIS EMOTIONAL TRAUMA ]
[ I NEED TO LET THESE BAD FEELINGS OUT SOMEHOW... ]
Taylor turned to a small shrine and, picking up a discarded assault rifle, walked inside, hoping to find some remaining cultists.
[ C'MERE KITTY KITTY KITTY ]
Taylor peeled his crumpled frame from the ground and addressed Arashi
As soon as these words escaped Taylor's lip's, thousands of curving, giant screws rose to pierce, penetrate, and subdue Arashi. Many curved over him, forming a massive net of metal as many Book maker screws moved in to pierce the lord Tengu,
[ AND YOU CAN BE CAPTURED ]
[ THEREFORE ]
[ YOU ARE NOT THE WIND ]
Taylor smirked, watching as screws burst from the other screws. A spiders web of metal to debilitate and enfeeble any opponent.
There was only one person who could get up after an attack like that.
And he was the one behind it.
Taylor screamed as the lightning scorched his flesh, but was able to slam a screw into the ground and stretch it high into the air, growing even higher than Arashi's head.
It was a perfect lightning rod. Lightning would be drawn to it and earth itself harmlessly. As long as he stayed below it, he would be safe from any more lightning bolts.
As it happened, Taylor was stood atop the screws, holding a massive bookmaker screw against the wind and then swung it down, spinning it so it would pierce the head.
Arashi would not see it coming. Taylor had erased his own presence. If you couldn't see him, you'd probably even forget he existed in the first place.
He was nobody.
Less than an ant under the storm's wrath.
But this bookmaker screw would bring Arashi lower than the dust under the ant's feet.
[ BAD KITTY ]
Taylor stabbed downwards.