A monsters rage

She watched him running towards her; she didn't seem in a hurry to defend herself; she only made a move when he got close enough, and she threw the roast pig away without breaking her gaze.

He threw a punch, hitting her directly in the face. The impact echoed through the forest and made a few leaves fall, but not her; it didn't move one millimeter. He looked surprised but surprise quickly turned into rage, he punched her again and again screaming at the top of his lungs,

"What did you do to them?!"

He kept landing hit after hit but it felt like he was hitting a great wall, a wall that wouldn't move for ages, a wall he would barely leave a scratch on.

He punched her till his knuckles were bruised and blood came out of them. His skin flesh was soft and supple, but it didn't break or tear, her bones felt so hard; it was like they fought back. He stopped and began panting heavily.

He looked down at her, and her eyes had turned red, burning with a controlled fury. He knew very well what it meant for a war mother's eyes to turn red.

There was very little empathy behind what a War mother did; they are not made to feel things or hold compassion; they could take care of you one moment, and if they were ordered to, they could kill you the next.

He knew that a war mother's powers grew with her rage; they were molded by it, they were born of it, and the destruction that could follow when a war mother gets angry was insurmountable.

If you were lucky, she would only burn your whole world down and let you live in the horror; after all,, they are the daughters of war itself.

Seeing her eyes glow made him feel even angrier, an uncontrollable rage filled every part. He threw a punch at him,r and in the blink of an eye, without seeing her move,e he was cut in half.

What he saw was a flood of blood gushing out of his almost dismembered body. He had been cut straight through, from his shoulder down to his groin.

He felt the blood leaving his body and he even got angrier, gritting his teeth. He couldn't move or attack, and the left side was falling off. It displaced his weight and his balance.

He feared he split in two. In his panic, he looked away from her to see what his body looked like, and before he knew it, he was in the dark.

All the light coming from the fire was obstructed and he stood in the darkness of her shadow. He looked up and saw her towering over him. He only measured up to her hip.

The disparity in their height was too great. He felt a bit scared, and then, without warning, she shifted his weight onto her back foot, her muscles coiled like a spring.

Her right leg shot forward in a blur of power and precision, her heel slammed into his chest with the force of a battering ram. The impact collapsed his lung, it reverberated through the woods like the clash of shields on the battlefield.

The force of the kick hurled him backward. His body twisted in the air, limbs flailing helplessly, before crashing into a tree.

His head hit hard against the tree, shaving off a large chunk of the tree barks, the impact twisted his spine, bending it beyond its limit and breaking it into pieces, paralyzing him in the process.

He fell to the ground, landing hard on the dry earth. Blood spilled out of his head profusely, dripping over his face and into his eyes, tainting his fading vision a reddish hue. His consciousness started to and he couldn't feel anything.

But he still felt anger; he felt it rushing through him, like the very furnaces of fire were built into his heart; his blood boiled, but his body was too broken.

With his fading vision, he could barely see in the dark; he was quickly fading out, and then a heavy gust of wind brushed through them. It steered the fire towards the bloody gray blanket, illuminating it and making it very visible to him.

In seeing it, more memories came back to him, and the more hate he felt, his body began to steam, and his blood was boiling from his rage. His vision didn't matter anymore; everything faded away, and all he saw was her; he wanted her dead.

His hate took over, overpowering his senses, with every fiber of his being wanting to rile her apart. He felt like his conscience tortured him, filling him with immense pain, tormenting him with the shame and guilt of not killing her already.

He couldn't tolerate his helplessness anymore, he screamed at himself, urging his paralyzed body back to life,

Come on get up! You have to kill her for what she's done! She killed Mr Dunn!

She killed your wife!

His face had already turned red, but now it took an even darker hue, and black spots appeared all over his face and body; so many spots appeared all at once that they all fused in one deep blackness that ran for the back of his ear down past his jaw and chin and his neck. Soon all parts of his body were covered in deep red and black.

His fingers began to shake uncontrollably, bending and twisting; bones were breaking and shattering, but he didn't scream. His hands grew larger and large and sharp black claws pierced out of the tip of his fingers.

The large cut on his body healed at an accelerated pace, and he realized more clouds of steam, the war mother watched him with a smile on her face

He felt a sharp pain in his head; something was piercing out of both sides of his skull. There were horns, and with them, large chunks of black bones grew out of every part of his skull, his flesh ripped apart like gum, giving way to the black bones.

The black bones all began to fuse into one, and when they did, they gave off an ominous glow. The horns came large and jagged; they were black, and they stretched out of either side of his head.

Then, at the middle of his forehead,, the black bone broke off into tiny chunks. It revealed a red, wrinkly red organ that was underneath it; it seemed to pulse for a second and be still the next.

The war mother turned and looked at him. She smiled and reached for her large soul crossbow.

I've really got a catch here, she thought.

She pointed the crossbow at him, washing him closely with her blazing red eyes.

A crackling sound came from his back, and his whole body twisted with every crackle. His spine was mending and the war mother took aim.

He slowly got off the ground, not even knowing the monster he'd become, he could only feel his rage. The rage acted in his place; he just watched through blood-stained eyes; he wanted anything, anything to see her dead.

"You took everything from me!" He screamed in a roar.

She wasn't moved one bit; it was all the same to her. Even though his transformation had grown him to about the same height as her, she still saw him as no different than the child she carried earlier. She blew the blond hair off her face and said

"Alright, then, why don't you come to take it back."

He charged at her senselessly, the monster-like rage driving his every action. She took aim and fired her crossbow.

A shining golden arrow shot out of it and hit him dead in the chest, but that didn't stop him; he came at her like an iron bull. She fired a couple more arrows and leaped backward to keep her distance from him. They all hit him in his chest and he growled like a wild animal saying,

"I'm gonna kill you"

She shot his leg, the arrow went through it with the light illuminating his torn muscle. Then she shot the other leg; it buckled, and he fell on his knee.

He reached for the arrows in his chest, grabbed the three of them, and pulled them out all at once in his legs. Then she shot another arrow, this time, through his elbow.

She fired another arrow at him but he growled and slapped it away.

He's having better control of his body, she said.

He quickly pulled the shining arrow out of his elbow and then went for the ones in his leg.

That thing on his forehead I've got to destroy it before it becomes a problem

She took aim for the red wrinkly organ on the center of his head nestled between his jagged black horns. She fired, and in what seemed automatic, the red organ split in two and opened to reveal a large inverted green eye.

The green eyes let off a glow, and the golden arrow stopped in mid-air. He pulled the arrows out of his leg, and the wounds covered almost instantly; he got on his feet, the inverted eye stopped glowing, and the shining arrow fell to the floor.

This is going to be fun, she thought

The war mother threw the crossbow away. He roared and charged at her, and she smiled, seeing the crazed monster closing in and giving her a shot of exhilaration.

One trick ponies, she thought. If it didn't work before it wouldn't work now, then she screamed at him

"Listen, you're up against a daughter of war; show some respect; give me your best attacks, and I'll give you mine!"

She pulled the guns off her hip and he swung his large black claws at her.