No Peace

The forbidden forest is a place where there was no such thing as a peaceful night. Not when the creatures here all craved blood. And that was what attracted the metallic amalgamation to this place. Somewhere in this dangerous zone in the island, the sound of gunfire, explosions, crashing, pained screams and victorious roars rang out from a tiny clearing. The smell of iron and bile mixed with the scent of freshly cut grass and aromatic flowers were heavy in this particular area, where fresh cuts on trees, bullet holes and craters littered the scenery along with recently-dispatched wildlife. To say the scene was horrific would be an understatement. But it all pointed to a singular creature. A woman in a particularly stiff dress, adorned with war memorabilia and stained with fresh blood was on her knees. Distorted sobs could be heard emanating from behind her mask. She was crying, her face to the night sky and her arms fallen limp at her sides. War waited for her next victim.

Upon hearing what she presumed to be the next contender, War's sobbing stopped and her head turned towards the voice that made himself known. War picked herself up, clearly unsteady. There were plenty of rips on her 'clothing' but the blood on her didn't seem to come from any of those areas. She stood proud, summoning a round shield on her right arm, and a serrated curved sword in her left. She made noises that resembled heavy breathing as she stumbled to the side, circling her opponent. She seemed disoriented and swayed when she moved, but something always picked her up, as if she were wading in water. Without warning, she lunged towards the stranger with a particularly strong kickoff that would quickly close the distance, her blade ready to cleave.

The sword and the shield clashed, and the shield bearer would feel a heavy weight driving the swing. However, the attack was mindless, clumsy, and War was taken by her swing's momentum, causing her to stumble and hit the ground on her side. She rolled and levitated to get herself centered again, seemingly unfazed by the blunder. The stranger's words were drowned out by the cackle, cries and pleading of countless voices all streaming through the filters on War's mask. War pulled her arm back and spun twice before sending her round shield towards flying towards her opponent. A lot of words came through all at once, but the most prominent ones were 'Run' and 'Die'.

After seemingly knocking out her opponent with a shield throw to the head, War walked towards him, her full weight leaving dents on the ground as her boot sunk in. She was ready for the execution that would surely follow, as the blade shone against the light streaming through the crowns above. But the fun wasn't over. War could still fight as her enemy stood up, with a brand new flare in his eyes. More murderous than the last. Good. Very good. This kind of opponent was better than the meek who could only wait to die. As Zach spoke, War got rid of her summoned implements and continued to approach with a mix of excitement and horror as a gleeful growl escaped. Zach charged and War immediately responded by summoning five different types of bladed weaponry around her; a sword, a circular blade, a crescent dagger, a shuriken and finally a bladed spear. All five of these appeared to have been ripped out from her and circled her like a cyclone as she tossed her arms towards the side, With a roar, she thrust an open palm towards Zach, sending the whirlwind of deadly weapons towards him.

And hit him harder she did. Or at least when she gets her hands on him. The objects she summoned phased out and she pulled out a sword and another shield to replace the one that she threw and disintegrated. She blocked the first swipe of the whip, which caused a shrill scrape of metal-on-metal noise that would pierce any ear within 60 feet. On the second swipe of the whip, she reached out her empty hand grabbed a length of the whip, disregarding where she may be hit as it would do little to stop her reckless assault. She would try to wrench the whip away from his grip, which could do one of two things. First was she could possibly disarm him, and second, he could fall flat on his face, or possibly onto her sword if she managed to pull him hard enough. Whichever happened or didn't happen, the turret mounted on her shoulder was peculiarly tracking Eden, and he could possibly hear the sound of dull metallic thumps as a shell was loaded, ready to be fired.