The Savage Brawl [Round 5: Battletopia]

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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"Wait here." Ziir said harshly, turning and walking back to the cave. He did not like to wear a face, but there were some times when complex communication was inevitable. This was one of those times. He hadn't minded being plucked out of the life he had been trying to craft for himself. He hadn't even minded that he had been put in a fight to the death against seven powerful and crazy beings. He did however mind when he was caged into one body. Forced to remain inside one bag of flesh. This body was aching. He could tell that it was sheer strength of will that was keeping it operational. He didn't want to think of what might happen should he let it expire. He reached the cave and made his way into it, down the slope, holding carefully onto the wall as he did so. Inside he fumed against The Cultivator. She had made it so he was afraid of falling down the damn stairs. She had reduced him, the god of death and blood, he who was older than the world, who had killed millions, to a mortal. She was going to suffer. She would be his greatest kill. Even if he did have to expire with this body he would make sure that she paid for what she had done.

There at the bottom of the stairs was the fresh body he had so briefly occupied. Thanks to his interference it was alive again, even if it was unoccupied. At least it wouldn't go to waste. He tore it open, ripping it to peices, watching as the brief momnet of life it had enjoyed was ripped away. He screamed angrily, furiously hacking at it until the body was completely unrecognisable. He paused, breathless. It hadn't helped. He still felt just as angry as before. He would show her. That damn Cultivator. She wouldn't get such an easy death. He'd make it last for weeks... no, he paused... that wouldn't be enough, he'd make it last for months and years. He'd drag out her agony to last a lifetime. He grinned, not happily, but a grin of grim determination. Then he got on with what he had come here to do. He covered his body with the blood of the one he had just torn to shreds, smearing it on with hesitant runes. He hadn't actually made use of these runes before. He'd never cared about one body enough to try and heal it. It took a couple of minutes but then he could feel it repairing him. He left his face as it was for now. He was going to need to convince the others to join him against The Cultivator. Otherwise satisfied with his current body he climbed back out and made his way to where he had told Anarchy to wait for him.