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First Magic: Nu Wa Force
...That's what Nu Wa taught too...
Hebisha felt an odd feeling, it was a burst of magic, the lamia could feel it surge from somewhere on top. It felt powerful, as if fueled by both anger and determination. Hebisha could only guess it was Samira, it brought a small smile to her face, a rarity. If Hebisha was to somehow die today, it would at least be knowing it would be knowing someone cared.
Hebisha then felt the water move, it coiled itself around her body. Hebisha had never felt such an odd sensation, it felt like it was making her stronger, it seeped into her wounds and Hebisha could feel them close and heal, replacing the scales she lost. The feeling then washed over her human half as the lamia could hear the cracks and reformation of vessels, her arm now free of injury and moving as well as it always had. Hebisha sighed, feeling herself with her hands. Nothing stung nor hurt, Hebisha could move every inch of her body as if she had never fought this whole time in the zoo. A voice spoke, it sounded familiar yet not at the same time. A small pang in her head which blocked her hearing what the spirit of He Bo had spoken.
Another voice spoke, like He Bo's, it felt all too familiar, however her head could not pinpoint the origin of the voice. Hebisha looked around, she could not see her, but she could hear her all to well and Hebisha guessed it was another of Samira's spirits. Another like this Amaterasu from before when they fought the elephants, Hebisha felt calm she was in no danger. Unlike He Bo's, she caught every word spoken by Nu Wa, or rather her spirit incarnate.
"Oh Nu Wa's creation who I do not see, I was not taught directly by Nu Wa, though it felt as if I was, it was... a faithful month, maybe a year. Time passes differently for the blind you know," Hebisha looked towards the voice, she may be staring right into Nu Wa's eyes when she recalled that month, but maybe it would help bring the message across.
It was years ago, maybe one or two in Hebisha's mind, but certainly was longer. The lamia had travelled passed the border of Midi where her lamia tribe spent their lives, who taught her their ways. The mountains were cold and rocky, undesirable conditions for any reptile. As she slither over gravel and small stones, Hebisha could hear a beating in the distance. It sounded like wood being chopped, or at least hit by something. The lamia approached, navigating as carefully as she could. The lamia found herself soon in the warmth of a sanctuary, the heat clearly not made by natural means. It had a divine air. Hebisha threw her bags down, there was a feeling of safety. The lamia approached the sound, for it originated in this place.
Hebisha saw a man beating wood, chopping it with his bare hands. Hebisha watched the action using her other senses. It was an odd sight, the wood was cut cleanly in two with barely any splinters attached to it. It was a clean shave. Then the sound stopped, the man turned towards Hebisha. There was a moment of silence, then there was a greeting. Hebisha told Nu Wa that it was a mere hello, and everything went uphill from there. She was thought the ways of magic that came from Nu Wa herself, as a way to harness her powers over the five elements in hopes that there would be someone, while she slumbered in the heavens, or attended to whatever matter at hand, there is someone who could help maintain the balance of the world. Nu Wa as the monk told her, had trusted this power to the monk in a vision, and in person. Unlike other gods, Nu Wa treated every human like her own child, and would see to them personally and never shunned away from humans. Nu Wa was the goddess of the people, she had once slithered among mortals.
The monk then decided, that he would train Hebisha. At the moment, Hebisha thought it no more than a kind wish, or a way for Hebisha to stay to keep the old man company. It was lonely up in the mountains after all. The two grew a grandparent grandchild relationship, something unheard of in their times. Each technique was taught to her with care, and with kindness as to let the lamia's lack of vision not be a hindrance. The monk taught her how to use her other sense, her other skills to use not only to fight, but to help. The monk imparted knowledge of not fighting, but caring and teaching. Hebisha was a tough student, and at moments she failed and nearly died herself. The monk was however patient and even with his age, he held an air of youth. Day and night passed, weeks after weeks. The monk had taught her everything and a tear drop fell from Hebisha's eyes, a soft weeping.
The sanctuary grew cold, the chilling winds of the mountains blew. Hebisha found the man's heat slowly fading, but before she could ask the lamia was given a pat on the head, and he was gone with the word of goodbye. The lamia was too shocked to realize, to blind to see him leave the world right in front of her. There was no trace of his body, just snow with dents where he stood when he came up to her for the final time. The waterfall that served as her training for water froze and dried up, the cave for her earth training collapse and caved in, the fire went out and the plants that once flourish withered to dust and black weed. There was nothing left. Nothing at all for Hebisha to take.
Hebisha bit her bottom lip before she spoke. "I dreaded using my magic that day, I forgotten the techniques I forgotten all of it bit by bit, I am a disappointment to Nu Wa now, I let go of a mission for selfish reasons, the power you felt is probably what has been forgotten and rusted. I had forgotten the reason for not using in the heat of the moment, I abandoned any thought for myself," A sniffle and a spit into the grass. "I'm not the one to cry now spirit, we need to be back in the fray to hep-"
The sound of something burst and cracking made her froze. Her blind eyes darted towards the sound in fury. The lamia could see the heat of a woman, Hebisha growled. A glow and metal armor appeared over Hebisha again, her legs forming before the ground cracks from the sheer force of her legs. Hebisha's anger and new found meaning made her let go of her limitations she gave herself.
Meanwhile a bird landed on Samira's leg. It was a pure white, a resemblance to a crane with the exceptions of a short curved beak, made to tear flesh like its talons. It was the only unchanged animal in the whole zoo. It tugged at Samira's clothes, as if looking for something.
Hebisha found the lion approaching Samira slowly, and she gave the lion a brutal kick to the nose. A war cry, Hebisha punched the king of Beasts with a devilish force. Though her strikes where slow, they were precise and strong. The mutant was clearly evolved to handle the beatings, but it still took damage, soaking it up but staggering each time. Hebisha's attacks seemed time to deliver as much as pain into one blow, into every muscle used to hurt the lion's iron fur hide. The lion found itself a moment of recovery and swiped Hebisha away with a furious roar and a massive paw. It then roared, it sounded different, sounded more commanding and assertive. Hebisha watched as the downed animals rose up like they never took damage from any of them. The gorillas beat their chest with vigor, the elephants sounded their blaring noise which resembled trumpets. A new sound, 4 of them. Hebisha hoped Nu Wa could handle some without her summoner. Hebisha roared and plant a fist into an elephant that came charging at her, stopping the behemoth in its tracks, dust being thrown into the air from the impact of the two forces. Hebisha grabbed the elephant by its trunk and threw it like an Olympian, making its hulking body crash into the small fry of Gorillas trying to get out.
The lion had disappeared on them, but the sound of the newcomers approached. Hebisha spread her legs and dugged her foot into the ground, hands together before striking, breaking the horns of a tiger that flew in to ambush her, grabbing its roaring head and slamming it into the ground without hesitation. It was unconsious and dazed, but the fully brutality of Hebisha's wrath across its broken horn. It was broken not with sheer strength, but with a deadly precision and force applied. Her leg swung into the air, another blow landing on another tiger, using the momentum to slam it right into the cement and another fist flew into its third buddy, breaking its teeth and Hebisha tore the wings of it as it flew past her from being knocked out.
Hebisha panted, the lion came slamming down on her. The ground cracked. The lion fell to the ground but it was not defeated. Hebisha pulled out the stinger lodged between her arm and torso, the clear fluids of the lion's non-mammalian part ooze out from its injury. It seemed that Nu Wa had given her the will to use her abilities like she was taught. Hebisha crushed the stinger and it burst into carapace and flesh, the lamia had covered herself in the fluids from it before she rose up and broke the lion's fangs, cracking them like glass and breaking its jaw. However before she could deliver a killing blow, the lamia stopped. The mage let the lion go, the pain from the brutal beating made it faint. Hebisha stepped away and observed her surroundings as it featured the strewn bodies of unconscious animals that Hebisha had beaten into submission in her rage. While it had looked brutal, closer inspection would show Hebisha only hurt parts that did not cause in death. Hebisha almost let that part go when it came to the lion. It was Samira that made her stop a possible kill.
The lamia turned back to her lamia form, the serpentine part returning. Quietly she slithered over to Samira before giving her a hug.
"Thank you miss Samira," Hebisha said, squeezing her guild ace tightly without accidentally breaking any ribs. Hebisha than felt something land on her tail. It felt light and not out to kill her. Hebisha turned and saw the bird, standing there with its head cocked towards her. It had sharp yet wise looking eyes, it was the same bird that was with Samira and it was holding something in its beak. Samira's purse. The lamia would turn back to Samira with a shrug, clearly not understanding the message being given here. The bird was a secretary bird and it gave the look that Samira should be doing something as it strut up to Hebisha and pressed itself under Hebisha's arm, the lamia looking rather flustered now that she is receiving a bit of odd attention from an odd creature. It was the only thing not turned, it was docile and it seemed to like Hebisha. It was cooing and priming itself against Hebisha. Was it delivering a message or was it just an attention seeker, either way Hebisha was showing some emotion now that before, and it pleaded to Samira for help on the bird.
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Total Thread: 4.95k/4.5k(My count done! Samira to you to end the job!)
Hebisha Philosophy: "Oi of pot filthy!"
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