Motor City had quickly become one of her favourite spots that she had visited. It was loud, vibrant and the jobs that she had taken part in had always managed to get her blood pumping. Her reputation among those who lived there was mixed but that was pretty much how it was everywhere for the Goddess. She had a style that people either loved or hated and her reason for being in the city today was to deal with a few who were in the latter category. It had reached her notice that a hate club had been created just to spite her and Sarisha was somewhat amused by it. It was rare for her to feel anger and even now, she did not feel much of it. Yet, she was curious as to the reasons why they had decided to target her specifically and with any luck, the situation would end up becoming violent. It had been a while since she had last beat someone to a pulp and her thirst for blood was just about reaching the point of no return. She needed it to satiate it. Now.
Her search for the group had led her to an abandoned warehouse and the purple haired mage had wasted no time to in searching the place. A search that at first first proved fruitless but eventually, her enhanced hearing had begun to make out voices and she soon found herself coming out of a corridor to find herself at the top of a metal stairwell, giving her a fine view of the main area of the building. The place was littered with old pieces of vehicles although most of them by now were rusted and unusable. She briefly wondered why it was abandoned but the answer soon became obvious. It had not been willingly abandoned, it had been taken over by someone else. Her quarry, the Deity assumed.
There were about a dozen of them in all, making themselves quite at home among the graveyard of metal. Some were gambling, some were drinking and there was one figure who seemed to be preaching about something, a figures whose face was covered by a mask. Pausing at the top of the staircase to listen, Sarisha crouched down, the expression on her face soon changing from mild amusement to immense irritation as she did so. His words were not just about disliking her but it seemed that he was aware of her deal with Valara, the water Goddess who now shared her body. How he knew of that was troubling and it caused her to briefly ponder if perhaps there was more to this group than she had realised. Had he been in contact with one of Valara's siblings? It was something that she needed to know.
"Why do you hide your face, coward?" she suddenly said, revealing herself by standing up again and beginning to walk down the staircase, "I have been hearing rumours of your dislike for me and yet you refuse to come out in to the open. Tell me, oh masked man, what is your issue? How have I come to earn your ire?"
"Heathen!" he yelled, as the other members of the gang turned to face her as well, the expressions on their faces showing a wide array of emotions. Some were fearful, some were angry and one of them was so drunk that he could probably see three of her, "You dare show your face after binding yourself to that thing? She is a menace, stripped of her emotions in order to be cleansed of her wicked ways and you have the nerve to interfere. I speak for the God's and I am their champion."
"A champion of what? Pussies?" Sarisha answered, a smile crossing her face, "The God's that you speak off do not have the courage to show their faces, just like you. They were stupid enough to believe that Valara could be contained by such a pathetic scheme and now they ask a human to undo their mistake? Folly. Valara and I are one, we share everything with one another. Her memories are my own as mine are now hers. I have given her back the power to feel that she was so cruelly robbed of by your masters and since you are so eager to be the champion of the God's, you can now share the fate that will come to them soon enough."
She then jumped from the stairwell and landed among the startled mage's. Before they could even cast her a spell, Sarisha's hands were surrounded with water and she began to lay waste to the fools. Most of them were inexperienced and a blow or two of her powerful punches were enough to take them out or make them run. They were clumsy and their pitiful gun magic mostly ended up hitting their own men instead of her. The masked figure quickly ran off in to the depths of the warehouse, leaving his maggots to fend for themselves. It was an absolute massacre and the building was soon coated red. Sarisha gorged herself on those she defeated, restoring her strength with each kill and becoming stronger with each strike. Her water abilities tore through the opposition, rendering their defences completely useless. There was only one winner here.
When the minions were dealt with, she then dashed after the leader, whose footsteps she could still hear, as well as his heavy breathing. It was futile though as she soon honed in on his fleeing from and when she was close enough, she surround her body with water and launched herself like a torpedo towards him. The mage smashed in to him, lifting him of his feet and sending them both in to what remained of an old car. The collision was powerful but he had taken the brunt of it, allowing Sarisha to recover quicker and create a crossbow of water, which she fired at his staggering form. The jagged bolt caught him in the stomach and the mage chuckled as his life force drained in to her, an after effect of the bolt.
To his credit though, he did stand up again, placed his right hand against his hip and pulled out a blade. A longsword, covered in ice and thrumming with power. Sarisha knew what the blade was just by sight, a weapon of the God's, usually wielded by Valara's brother.
She was unafraid and simply grinned, "You are not worthy to wield a weapon of that magnitude. It is bound to only one person and you are certainly not him. Watch now, fool."
As she spoke, the blade began to radiate an icy aura and began to freeze the fool in place. He shrieked and cried but there was nothing that could be done. After a few moments, he was completely frozen solid. The blade then fell to the ground, before vanishing completely. The mage then turned back to the frozen idiot, summoned all of her strength and punched what was left of him, shattering his body in to pieces.
Satisfied, the Deity nodded her head and turned away. The cult was dead and a message had been sent to her Godly kin.
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Her search for the group had led her to an abandoned warehouse and the purple haired mage had wasted no time to in searching the place. A search that at first first proved fruitless but eventually, her enhanced hearing had begun to make out voices and she soon found herself coming out of a corridor to find herself at the top of a metal stairwell, giving her a fine view of the main area of the building. The place was littered with old pieces of vehicles although most of them by now were rusted and unusable. She briefly wondered why it was abandoned but the answer soon became obvious. It had not been willingly abandoned, it had been taken over by someone else. Her quarry, the Deity assumed.
There were about a dozen of them in all, making themselves quite at home among the graveyard of metal. Some were gambling, some were drinking and there was one figure who seemed to be preaching about something, a figures whose face was covered by a mask. Pausing at the top of the staircase to listen, Sarisha crouched down, the expression on her face soon changing from mild amusement to immense irritation as she did so. His words were not just about disliking her but it seemed that he was aware of her deal with Valara, the water Goddess who now shared her body. How he knew of that was troubling and it caused her to briefly ponder if perhaps there was more to this group than she had realised. Had he been in contact with one of Valara's siblings? It was something that she needed to know.
"Why do you hide your face, coward?" she suddenly said, revealing herself by standing up again and beginning to walk down the staircase, "I have been hearing rumours of your dislike for me and yet you refuse to come out in to the open. Tell me, oh masked man, what is your issue? How have I come to earn your ire?"
"Heathen!" he yelled, as the other members of the gang turned to face her as well, the expressions on their faces showing a wide array of emotions. Some were fearful, some were angry and one of them was so drunk that he could probably see three of her, "You dare show your face after binding yourself to that thing? She is a menace, stripped of her emotions in order to be cleansed of her wicked ways and you have the nerve to interfere. I speak for the God's and I am their champion."
"A champion of what? Pussies?" Sarisha answered, a smile crossing her face, "The God's that you speak off do not have the courage to show their faces, just like you. They were stupid enough to believe that Valara could be contained by such a pathetic scheme and now they ask a human to undo their mistake? Folly. Valara and I are one, we share everything with one another. Her memories are my own as mine are now hers. I have given her back the power to feel that she was so cruelly robbed of by your masters and since you are so eager to be the champion of the God's, you can now share the fate that will come to them soon enough."
She then jumped from the stairwell and landed among the startled mage's. Before they could even cast her a spell, Sarisha's hands were surrounded with water and she began to lay waste to the fools. Most of them were inexperienced and a blow or two of her powerful punches were enough to take them out or make them run. They were clumsy and their pitiful gun magic mostly ended up hitting their own men instead of her. The masked figure quickly ran off in to the depths of the warehouse, leaving his maggots to fend for themselves. It was an absolute massacre and the building was soon coated red. Sarisha gorged herself on those she defeated, restoring her strength with each kill and becoming stronger with each strike. Her water abilities tore through the opposition, rendering their defences completely useless. There was only one winner here.
When the minions were dealt with, she then dashed after the leader, whose footsteps she could still hear, as well as his heavy breathing. It was futile though as she soon honed in on his fleeing from and when she was close enough, she surround her body with water and launched herself like a torpedo towards him. The mage smashed in to him, lifting him of his feet and sending them both in to what remained of an old car. The collision was powerful but he had taken the brunt of it, allowing Sarisha to recover quicker and create a crossbow of water, which she fired at his staggering form. The jagged bolt caught him in the stomach and the mage chuckled as his life force drained in to her, an after effect of the bolt.
To his credit though, he did stand up again, placed his right hand against his hip and pulled out a blade. A longsword, covered in ice and thrumming with power. Sarisha knew what the blade was just by sight, a weapon of the God's, usually wielded by Valara's brother.
She was unafraid and simply grinned, "You are not worthy to wield a weapon of that magnitude. It is bound to only one person and you are certainly not him. Watch now, fool."
As she spoke, the blade began to radiate an icy aura and began to freeze the fool in place. He shrieked and cried but there was nothing that could be done. After a few moments, he was completely frozen solid. The blade then fell to the ground, before vanishing completely. The mage then turned back to the frozen idiot, summoned all of her strength and punched what was left of him, shattering his body in to pieces.
Satisfied, the Deity nodded her head and turned away. The cult was dead and a message had been sent to her Godly kin.
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