Unlike Seto, Rei could not keep her cool.
Her vines twisted and groped the tunnels beyond to give her a 3-dimensional blueprint of what waited in the darkness beyond. Almost an entirely moot point though, as a swarm of werewolves came bowling out of the entrance they stood near; yet her vines continued to reach out. More were inside, and there was another entrance. The movement of combat from her companions had already started, her sense of hearing picking up the sounds of battle that were right next to her like a distant echo. She could stretch more, the Sennin thought for but a moment when it hit her. The scent of blood. Coppery, sweet, and fresh. A cold claw dug into her skull to rip her senses out of the vines and back into her mortal form; the action completed with a convulsion and deep gasp.
Rei knelt over in the snow, her hands gripping at the ground while choking on the saliva that had been rapidly building. Her pupils shifted between normal and feral multiple times as she fought every instinct to tear through the closest body. The scientist could already imagine the flavor, the texture, and the warmth. With a guttural growl, her hand quickly reached into her pouch to fondle the silver case and push an emergency button with what little willpower remained. A cylinder ejected into Rei’s hand. The moment the cold stainless steel touched her hand, the arm jerked back up in an angle to stab the needle into her neck.
It was like getting injected with molten magma. For a moment the pain was so intense she was almost certain that the serum was being rejected; turning into acid in her veins. Rei could not scream. Then as suddenly as the pain had come on, it was released. Her body quaked on the ground like a newborn, pride being the only thing keeping her from collapsing right there. Her fingers twitched. Death had been spilled repeatedly, the negative energy permeating the air to a point that even the non-indoctrinated could sense it. Her bony fingers twitched again, and it all swept around her like a vacuum. Her flesh tone turned to death, her eye sunken and hallow. Slowly she raised to witness the protege planting explosives across the ground before turning to offer Rei two bombs; and 10 seconds.
This was combat. There was no time to stop and tend to her own ails. The battlefield was a living, breathing creature of chaos. Even now, Lycans to her side continued to spill out to the waiting destruction of the shinobi. Her mind was fried from the sensory overload, but instinct continued on just fine. Left hand raised suddenly to grow two vines before them with flower buds that opened up for the explosions to be set on. The buds closed before slithering back underground. The first dug itself deep into the main entrance’s stability point; the second rose back up and bloomed in the spot where she had sensed the most movement. Praying the Lycans didn’t take prisoners, Rei counted down somewhere in the back of her mind…
…3. 2. 1…
Her vines twisted and groped the tunnels beyond to give her a 3-dimensional blueprint of what waited in the darkness beyond. Almost an entirely moot point though, as a swarm of werewolves came bowling out of the entrance they stood near; yet her vines continued to reach out. More were inside, and there was another entrance. The movement of combat from her companions had already started, her sense of hearing picking up the sounds of battle that were right next to her like a distant echo. She could stretch more, the Sennin thought for but a moment when it hit her. The scent of blood. Coppery, sweet, and fresh. A cold claw dug into her skull to rip her senses out of the vines and back into her mortal form; the action completed with a convulsion and deep gasp.
Rei knelt over in the snow, her hands gripping at the ground while choking on the saliva that had been rapidly building. Her pupils shifted between normal and feral multiple times as she fought every instinct to tear through the closest body. The scientist could already imagine the flavor, the texture, and the warmth. With a guttural growl, her hand quickly reached into her pouch to fondle the silver case and push an emergency button with what little willpower remained. A cylinder ejected into Rei’s hand. The moment the cold stainless steel touched her hand, the arm jerked back up in an angle to stab the needle into her neck.
It was like getting injected with molten magma. For a moment the pain was so intense she was almost certain that the serum was being rejected; turning into acid in her veins. Rei could not scream. Then as suddenly as the pain had come on, it was released. Her body quaked on the ground like a newborn, pride being the only thing keeping her from collapsing right there. Her fingers twitched. Death had been spilled repeatedly, the negative energy permeating the air to a point that even the non-indoctrinated could sense it. Her bony fingers twitched again, and it all swept around her like a vacuum. Her flesh tone turned to death, her eye sunken and hallow. Slowly she raised to witness the protege planting explosives across the ground before turning to offer Rei two bombs; and 10 seconds.
This was combat. There was no time to stop and tend to her own ails. The battlefield was a living, breathing creature of chaos. Even now, Lycans to her side continued to spill out to the waiting destruction of the shinobi. Her mind was fried from the sensory overload, but instinct continued on just fine. Left hand raised suddenly to grow two vines before them with flower buds that opened up for the explosions to be set on. The buds closed before slithering back underground. The first dug itself deep into the main entrance’s stability point; the second rose back up and bloomed in the spot where she had sensed the most movement. Praying the Lycans didn’t take prisoners, Rei counted down somewhere in the back of her mind…
…3. 2. 1…