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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Aug 20, 2017 19:31:10 GMT -5
Orica was down at the beach. Much like she had implied when they first arrived, she seemed to show no sign of fear to the island they had been taken to. Still in full armor despite the humidity from the ocean, as well as the fluctuating weather and temperature, she was training. At this point it was merely running up and down the shore to practice moving on sand in armor. It was more difficult than it looked since the extra weight moved the sand around under her with each step. She was effectively digging a trench with her movements and sometimes a wave would leave some water in it before returning to the sea.
Her foam lance was stuck in the sand off the the time. After all, she could probably still kill someone with it, let alone any of the animals and insects that were becoming more and more violent. Perhaps she should try to tame them to free them from the bear's influence? But for them to have succumb to it already was a sign of weakness. Merely killing them would suffice.
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Post by Valentina Rossi on Aug 21, 2017 3:18:53 GMT -5
[attr=class,mbox] "GAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!" Valentina scream came out of the forest and the bushes began to shake and rattle. Out of the bushes came a Komodo Dragon, seemingly retreating from something chasing it. What it was was soon made clear: Valentina Rossi. She was right behind with a rather large branch that seemed to have snapped off from a tree. She was in hot pursuit with blood thirsty eyes. The oddity in the sight was further proven when one examined the branch she was carrying; it was roughly twice the size and weight of the girl. Clear from her fast running pace, it could be deduced from such a warrior like Orica that this woman was running on pure unadulterated adrenaline, more impressively while in high heels on the sand.
Closing the distance between herself and the lizard, she eventually leaped towards her prey and managed to pierce the branch directly through the cranium of the now deceased Komodo Dragon, but Valentina wasn't done yet. No. She continued to strike the corpse multiple times with the branch. Shouting. Bloodly Curling word after word. "YOU! DO! NOT! STEAL! FROM! ME! YOU! SACK! OF! SHITTY! SCALES!" She eventually through the branch aside and grabbed her hands into the mouth and grasping each side of the jaw. With a loud scream and a show of force, she ripped the head right down the middle until the upper skull was ripped from the body. Still unsatisfied, she shoved her whole arm right into the throat of the mangled body. Her face of pure rage quickly soften to one of pure glee in an instant. "EEP!" She let out a cry of pure joy as she removed her arm from the stomach to reveal her purse, covered in guts, blood and some fur, presumably from the deceased's final meal. Nevertheless, this did not persuade Valentina to kiss it numerous times before hugging it tightly. "Oh, Maahes! I love you so much! I thought you were a goner! Don't worry. Big sis will protect you. Yes she will!" She then kissed her purse several more times before lying on the sand and snuggling with her purse. |  Reptilia
Squamata Varanidae
Varanus Komodoensis
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Aug 23, 2017 23:15:32 GMT -5
As Orica was training the sounds of someone coming out of the woods were... unmissable. Looking over and spotting the scene she kept an eye on it without loosing any of the pace of her workout. One of the weaklings had managed to hop themselves up on adrenaline and temporarily taste the feeling of strength, but it was no doubt a fleeting moment. Eventually it would end and they would find out the situation they were in, and perhaps be a tad disgusted by it given the lengths she went to in order to retrieve her bag.
Orica didn't pause her training to check on the gory Aromatherapist. She had no reason to do so. It wasn't like killing a beast that weak with the power of momentary rage was something worthy of praise, not when Orica would gladly and effortlessly do so without some kind of temporary enhancement. Strength wasn't something that you could just turn on or off when your precious items were in danger. It was a mindset. A way of life, and there was nothing to prove that Valentina Rossi was truly strong, just attached to someone so much it enraged her to have it stolen, and that sentimentality was a weakness that countered whatever strength she had displayed.
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