(Brief Mary smack down by boss. We can't hurt him until post requirement is met.)
Silence, that was the sound now. The screams of the enemy were silenced now, but still no sign of the hostages. Mary was without weapon, except for it... Mary had not used Conquest because she did not trust it, but it was right on so many things. It was a weapon however, so doesn't that mean that what mattered was the person that used the Kusarigama. Mary hesitantly reached into her inner pocket and pulled the small scythes connected by a chain. It was a weapon of darkness, of the Horseman of the Apocalypse known as Conquest. By all accounts it should be an evil weapon, but wasn't it the person using it the one that committed the crime? It was a tool and nothing else. When it was in her hands though it felt right. Like she was more than just a simple nun, but a powerful individual. Mary sighed as she felt the power flowed through her, but then turned into a very wide smile. She was enjoying this too much, but it was interrupted when a fist appeared out of nowhere and punched her through a wall.
Mary was dazed for briefest of seconds, before getting a kick in the stomach. Mary coughed out some spit and choked for a bit on the ground. Wind knocked out of her when she looked up, it was Tarik. The man was 7 feet tall with well toned muscles and scars on his face. This was the leader of the batch and he already had the jump on Mary.
Silence, that was the sound now. The screams of the enemy were silenced now, but still no sign of the hostages. Mary was without weapon, except for it... Mary had not used Conquest because she did not trust it, but it was right on so many things. It was a weapon however, so doesn't that mean that what mattered was the person that used the Kusarigama. Mary hesitantly reached into her inner pocket and pulled the small scythes connected by a chain. It was a weapon of darkness, of the Horseman of the Apocalypse known as Conquest. By all accounts it should be an evil weapon, but wasn't it the person using it the one that committed the crime? It was a tool and nothing else. When it was in her hands though it felt right. Like she was more than just a simple nun, but a powerful individual. Mary sighed as she felt the power flowed through her, but then turned into a very wide smile. She was enjoying this too much, but it was interrupted when a fist appeared out of nowhere and punched her through a wall.
Mary was dazed for briefest of seconds, before getting a kick in the stomach. Mary coughed out some spit and choked for a bit on the ground. Wind knocked out of her when she looked up, it was Tarik. The man was 7 feet tall with well toned muscles and scars on his face. This was the leader of the batch and he already had the jump on Mary.
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