Baddie Breakout [Willow]

The trees shuffled only once to indicate that anything -- or rather anyone -- might be in them. Then a figure burst through the thicket of leaves and branches in a grand, flipping leap into the air above the crowded Rune Knights. Two long braids waved behind the head of the so-called ‘gorgeous’ person that had emerged in such grandiose fashion and he was correct, Willow was quite the looker. The manic Xocili giggled as she pivoted her body to face towards the ground and the grouping of men and women that had begun to turn and inspect the direction he had yelled towards. Her arm whipped out and away from her, a flash of light reflected the sun off a small gold key in her hand.

A booming sound of a gong resonated through the immediate area as another figure breached through the thin barrier of their reality and the Spirit Realm. The featureless face and monochrome flesh were easily missed against the bright colors around the gaping hole in its chest and the circular halo that clung close to its back.“Libra! Gravity Shift!” the woman yelled out with glee and her spirit obeyed, holding out his hands in front of him. All at once, it was like the gravity had been suctioned out of the area, leaving the Rune Knights and the woman herself weightless. The soldiers floated up from the earth, a few of them panicking as they couldn’t keep themselves grounded. The woman giggled before she inhaled deeply, the gravity that had been stolen gifted to her by her always obedient servant.

All at once, she fell on top of one of the Rune Knights, slamming him into the ground with the force of a boulder. He made a sickening crunch as his form impressed into the road, a gasp the only other sound that could be made as his life was brought to a brutal but swift end. The braided woman grabbed the closest Rune Knight next to her as she rolled to her feet, the officer of the law staring at her in panic. “God of Law’s…” she chanted as she swung the female Rune Knight up and caught her by the foot, essentially holding her by neck and ankle.

Intense power resonated off of her and impressed upon the woman. And before everyone’s eyes, the Rune Knight began to shrink, her screams drowned out by the whine and shriek of metal and bone. Willow’s hands moved towards one another and the Rune Knight continued to compress into a singular, smaller form until the dark wizard’s hands came together. Then when she pulled them apart, a round metal ball, leaking viscera, sat perfectly in the palm of her hand. “Maximum Sentence,’ she added with a grin, completing the spell’s chant before casually tossing the ball over her shoulder.

Willow snapped her fingers and the gravity in the area returned to normal. Sliding on a pair of headphones, she glanced over at Kaz and winked at him as she casually placed herself between the cart and the group, effectively surrounding them with Kaz on the other side “So which one of y’all wants to take a stab at tryin’ to stop us? Cuz if ya don’t, we’re gonna butcher each and everyone of ya and then probably screw like rabbits on your corpses.” It was hard to tell if she was just saying that to terrify the Rune Knights or if it was a cold hearted promise but either way, she could almost taste the trepidation run through the officers.

“It’s been a few year since I have. And the other participant wasn’t exactly consenting but I was feeling experimental,” Willow remarked with a grin, casually twirling one of her braids in her hand. Her eyes glanced over at the retreating Rune Knight, her smile widening fully and bright at the sheer amount of terror that had overwhelmed the coward. Unfortunately for the group – maybe fortunately, depending on one’s point of view – their commander roared at the one retreating, doing his best to rally them under his banner. Oh she did so love when they tried to repair what was already fracturing, as if bandages were like to hold a vessel already breaking into pieces. She giggled as she watched Kaz catch the runner and impale him on his fingers before utilizing him as a human shield, taking the full brunt of the fiery attacks launched at the other dark mage.

“Okay but you said head, not sanity!” She chirped up as she snapped her hand out elegantly. From a subspace portal beyond comprehension, a firearm slipped out of the breach and into her hand, the weapon looking nothing like what existed on Earthland. In a burst of movement akin to her comrade, she rushed into the heart of the group and came up behind the leader, whose attention had solely been focused on Kaz. Her hand jammed into his head… yet it didn’t. It was as if the leader has become a liquid and Willow’s hand had breached it, her fingers swimming up through and taking a gentle hold of his features. “You know the funny thing about bein’ a law slayer, beyond killin’ you lot,” Willow casually told the gasping leader, who was trying to understand what the hell was happening. “Is that I can manipulate most any law. Such as the law of physics, which keeps your molecules all perfectly knit and tight. One slight change to my atoms and we can pass through each other, though you can still feel me. Mmm and you are tight!” Willow teased, rolling the man’s nose between two fingers.

“Or I can alter your molecules! Such as… oh, I know!” Willow’s hands tightened on the leader’s face and then, all at once, his body deflated. Quite literally, the mass in his limbs and form disappeared and the leader was changed into a flaccid husk, though judging by the sounds he was still making, he was very much alive. Willow withdrew her hand from the altered man and grabbed his flimsy arms as he began to flutter to the ground. Humming to herself, even as the Rune Knights around her exclaimed in horror and disgust, she wrapped the limp, flat arms around her neck and tied them together in a neat bow, essentially turning the once bold leader into a cape.

“Now then,” Willow announced proudly, taking towards the two remaining Knights and placing herself between them. With a grin, she began to turn towards one of them. “How would you like to- URK!” The Rune Knight on the other side of her, aided either by mania, rage panic or some mixture of the three, had Requipped himself with a sword and run Willow through. The blade her stabbed through the cape as well but it didn’t seem that the order of succession meant much to the screaming man. He quickly withdrew his blade and began to stab erratically into Willow’s body, opening up jagged wounds in her torso. Blood spewed from her mouth as she stared, wide-eyed, at the Knight she had been addressing.

That Knight found his gumption as well and roared some kind of spell. Despite the strange pain she was feeling that she, as rationally as she could, attributed to fear, she cast, creating a runic ward that then shot out a blast of ice spears. The spears ripped through Willow’s body like paper, tearing her to shreds even as both Knights continued to attack until… well, until they couldn’t.

Their screams fell eerily silent as blood began to pour from their grievous wounds. Willow, the actual Willow, stood watching with a grin as the two Rune Knights collapsed to the ground. What Kaz could see and what remaining Rune Knights could see, was that the two Rune Knights had suddenly turned on one another and began attacking their comrade with the full intent to kill. One had been hacked and stabbed repeatedly while the other had been torn to bloody bits by the ice spells. “There’s also the law of perception. One tiny twist and suddenly it’s like being out in the desert without any water!” she announced proudly to the two, clearly dead Rune Knight bodies. Or perhaps she was telling the commander that was still draped over her back.

“I changed my mind, Kaz! Before I turn this guy back into a person and we leave his head, we can use him as a blanket! That way it’s almost like a threesome!” Willow called out, grinning ear to ear as she shot a few rounds of magical bullets into the corpses at her feet.

Willow had done her part and with her offer set out, she simply skipped around the slaughter and began gathering material. There were a fair number of Rune Knights whose armor were still in decent condition; enough that she could take off fragments here and there. Stripping the bodies would have been more suspicious and probably would have convinced the rest of the organization that they were planning some sort of intrusion. Too obvious, too clear. So she took her tools out from her large pants pockets and clipped and cut off pieces that would be innocuous at best. She seemed almost disinterested in what Kaz was doing with the prisoners, at least until he remarked about one of them serving him.

“I do have a tendency to experiment on the slaves, by the by,” she tossed out casually as she undid the knot on the commander’s arms. Loosening it enough to pull his limbs apart, she hummed as she bounced over to a fairly flat area and made a show of waving him out and then lowering to the ground. “But I’ll try to keep myself in check.” She was grinning as she eased herself down on the ground. She took an all-too-encouraging pose as she draped herself along the blanket that was the commander, staring wantingly at Kaz as he commented on her offer. She lifted a finger and waved it at him, beckoning him closer.

“Nah, let her stay there. Give her a preview of what you plan on giving her every night. Or well, nights when you don’t wander over to visit lil’ ol me,” she said, glancing past Kaz at the woman and winking at her. Once her fellow guildmate was close enough, she would reach up and aggressively grab him, pulling him down on top of the blanket and straddling him. A dark, lilting giggle escaped her throat as she bent down to fulfill her offer from before.

After some time making a horrendous and torrid mockery of the blood-filled battlefield, Willow would be back on her feet, pulling on her shirt as the last garment that remained to redress herself. “Some of those moves reminded me of Thana,” she said wistfully. It seemed like a compliment for his efforts, though he may not want to know exactly what that meant. “Now, up you go!”

With a wave of her hand, she undid the magic on the commander -- mostly. His body and head popped back into their normal forms, instantly gaining mass and weight. But his limbs remained flat and deflated, limply laying on the ground. The Rune Knight commander was silent still; his demeanor was devoid of emotion or light, staring off into nothingness. Any sounds that had come from him had been muffled under the motion of their bodies some time ago. Apparently he was in some kind of psychosis. “Aw man, killing him seems almost like a pity now,” she teased, standing over the commander and gently kicking him in the side.

“Mmm… well, since you are doing work, I suppose I can temper myself. But I guess you’ll just owe me,” Willow didn’t take long to consider his words, offering to keep her hands off. Whether it was at the prospect of his power or simply respect for his desire to experiment, she wasn’t about to throw her weight around about it. Mostly because she didn’t really know or want to do that; she took a great deal of pride in acting as an underling to Thana so it was safe to say she probably felt the same for others that had long standing goals of rising in the ranks.

Once they had brought their carnal display to a satisfying conclusion, the Xocili woman clothed herself, though Kaz didn’t seem inclined to. That hardly bothered her; she had just gotten an up close and personal introduction to it and she didn’t mind appreciating the beauty afterwards either. She hummed as she skipped among the carnage, gathering up a few more pieces for her collection. It was only when he put his artistic creation on display that she turned to look at it, cocking her head in earnest consideration. She even approached it, moving from side to side and even turning herself slightly upside down.

“If they do, they might be dumber than we thought,” Willow mused as she, instead of focusing on the actual carving, began fussing with the man’s hair. She licked her fingers and tugged the bloody matted strands into odd points and swoops, making him look like he’d licked something electrical. After a few more adjustments, she took a step back to reconsider and then gave a firm nod of affirmation.

By the time she joined Kaz’s side, he was looking at the freed prisoners with deep interest. Willow glanced between him and the quivering, uncomfortable prisoners that seemed intent on staring anywhere but at the man. Then suddenly, Kaz was moving forward, wrapping his hands around the faces of two of the men. The screams and bodily movement caused her to quirk a brow, more curious than concerned. After all, they didn’t really matter to her in the long run. But they did talk about taking them back so it seemed kind of silly to end their lives after that. Entertaining, absolutely, but silly.

However, he wasn’t killing them. When he stepped back, he revealed that he had altered the faces of the prisoners, Willow’s mouth opening in a wide, impressed grin. “Now that’s cool!” she shouted excitedly before Kaz turned his attention to the other prisoners, already pleading to be spared the change. But that fell on deaf ears and after a few, earsplitting moments of agony, all of the prisoners now wore new faces, albeit temporarily.

“Well….” Willow drew out her words as she reached inside her pockets, rummaging about. It took her a moment to find what she was looking for before pulling out what looked like to be a small, round tablet. It seemed to be made of copper or perhaps bronze and had a marking on top of it which was completely alien to any Earthland culture. With a playful grin, she pressed her thumb into the center, depressing it with an audible click. Then she tossed it casually out towards the side of the road.

With a loud bang, the tablet exploded into dark smoke that swirled about the area. But it quickly cleared away, revealing an odd looking vehicle It was made of bronze as well, intricate metal wires making up the front part of it and an oval shaped compartment that was covered in spouts, spigots and devices that were strange and unusual. Willow waltzed over to the car and knocked on the side of it, a door opening down and revealing a small staircase leading in.

“Who's up for a little road trip? We gotta go through Magnolia to get to Hargeon so why not do it in style?” Willow offered, reaching up and in and hanging off the wheel.