The moment the fool died, the crowd erupted in fear and anger, which was the precise moment that Cierra burst into action. Leaping out from her hiding spot, she’d start lashing out with her blood red claws, tearing through those all those in range as she let her blood lust fully consume her. Men and women, young and old, it didn’t matter to the girl and she was like a bull in a china shop. Blood would soon start to cover the ground as she leapt from target to target, unleashing her assault. Adding her blood magic to the mix, she would then start to unleash it, poisoning even more targets to fall to the ground, howling in pain as horrible boils began to appear on their body. It was a horrific display and the girl revelled in it. The sweet girl from before was gone, replaced by a pink haired animal, giggling like a madwoman as she slaughtered all those in her path. It was carnage to the extreme and boy was it fun.
Leaping over one of the tables, she’d land on top of a well dressed man trying to escape and crushed his skull with a vicious punch to the head, turning it to mush. A mere human couldn’t handle her physical strength and they didn’t stand a chance against her. It was so enjoyable and she swiftly summoned a wave of blood in order to stop anyone leaving, causing multiple targets to smash against the wall, crumpling to a heap and opening them up for attack. There were so many victims and every time she turned around there seemed to be another one to be killed, who she’d quickly take out with a violent punch or claw strike. God, how she loved this feeling and she sincerely hoped that Janet would soon get in on the action. She desperately wanted to see her draconic friend in action and as her gaze turned briefly to her friend, a lustful smile would cross her face as she chuckled, speaking to her friend, “Come on Janet! Let’s get stuck in and get rid of this lot. I wanna see those sexy powers of yours.”
With that said, she’d create a machine gun using her requip magic and start to open fire on everything that moved, laughing hysterically as she shredded those around her. Riddling people with bullets was always fun and because the weapon sprayed so many bullets, it was pretty hard to miss her foes. Even more people collapsed under the force of her attacks, causing the adrenaline to pump even faster through her body. Not one of them seemed to be able to fight back but she didn’t care. No one was going to survive this besides herself and Janet, no one. Shouting, she’d turn her gun upwards and start shooting the ceiling ornament, causing shattered glass and other rare materials to fall from the sky, cutting through the helpless targets. She’d then swiftly run to the front doors, easily passing those trying to escape to prevent any victims getting away.
Panicking, they would screech and try to turn around and run but knowing that Janet was there to deal with them, the pinkette would just pick off the targets that caught her eye. With a wave of her hand, she’d then summon her sniper rifle and start to have a little fun with that, loving the sound of her bullets crashing into her foes and killing them. Uttering a spell, she'd enter her shooting stance, increasing her damage and her accuracy became even deadlier as she continued to fire. It really was like shooting fish in a barrel and it was very pleasurable for the girl.
Of course, she had to keep an eye out to make sure she didn’t shoot her new friend but her eye was good enough to avoid that. All this carnage was making her lustier by the minute and watching Janet as she got the dress bloody only made her more so. Perhaps after this was all done, they could have some private time, hopefully. She was desperate to get to know her new friend and watching her in action only made her feel more deeply for her. She’d never met anyone with as much pure strength as herself or perhaps even more than her, so to watch the half dragon in action was deeply eye opening. Maybe one day she’d have that power too and that thought sent her into almost overdrive. She craved power more than anything and perhaps if she stuck with Janet for a while then maybe she could surpass her already immense strength.
Rifle in hand, she’d continue to send power shots flying towards her victims, shooting them with a single shot and ending their miserable lives. This little party had turned out to be a whole lot of fun and she’d never imagined that it would turn out quite this way. She wasn’t complaining though and enjoyed every moment that she spent massacring the fools around her. The walls, the floor, even the ceiling were covered in blood by now and the dual slayer’s nostrils flared at the lovely smell. Oh, how she adored the lovely crimson liquid and as it covered her clothes, she giggled like a child, as if all her birthdays and Christmases had come at once. This was as heavenly for her as it was hellish for those killed by her.
Watching as a few would try to jump out of the window’s to safety, Cierra would turn her rifle towards them and unleash a barrage of penetrating bolts, catching them before they could escape and practically pinning their bodies against the walls. It was rather vibrant imagery and so she started to decorate the chapel with the bodies of those that were killed, as a sign to all those who would visit the place, as well to the moronic council who failed so often to keep control. As if such a thing could be done anyway. There would always be chaos in the world, as long as it was run by the weak, who lacked the strength to maintain it.
(3556 Total WC)