Anger as weakness

Before his black claws could touch, she pulled the trigger. The gun sounded mechanic and gave off a sharp grinding sound and red sparks flew out of the can and reflected on her keen eyes.

The bullet tore through him, sending splash of blood from his back as the force from the bullets pushed him a few steps back, he switched his weight to his hind leg and regained his balance

His wounds gave off steam as they healed, but he had no time to waste. He darted in after her, thrusting his whole weight at her like a bullet of his own.

His face looked gory, like a demon, from the jagged horns to the razor-sharp teeth to the giant black claws at his. Stretched out to cut off her head, but she wasn't fazed.

She leaped backward, firing a couple of shots at him, tearing through his lungs, but this time, he came with even more force, nullifying their impending effect.

In a flash, he covered the gap between them, showing his ferocity as a beast. She watched him, seeing that he'd closed the gap, and a smile lit her face though she was in mortal danger.

In a swift move, he bent his head low, staying out of her line of fire, and he pushed his horns against her belly and ran her through; her flesh tore apart as he clashed with her, and the woods shook from the force of the impact stirred the campfire almost putting it out. His momentum sent them crashing against a tree breaking it in two.

In his new form,,, he was about her height and so could stand toe to toe with her or even dominate her. His only weakness was his lack of control; he controlled his rag,e and no matter what intensity he brought, t she could counter with something calculated.

The war mothers excelled; they were not mindless beasts of war, they were calculative and cunning. They used their rage to fuel their reason and they fought with great precision.

A war mother was even known to stalk a god for nearly a thousand years, waiting and watching till he dropped his guard, and when he did, she returned back to Aires with his head.

She didn't even flinch when the horns pierced through her; she could hear her flesh tear as the horns ripped through her organs, but it seemed as commonplace to her as the rustling leaves.

She pressed the gun against the back of his head and fired over and over, it sounded like someone dropped a done in a grinder. She emptied the chamber in one go.

Blood spilled out of his mouth, his blood was taken on a greener tinge. He growled from every fire. He felt the cold touch of iron as she pressed the other gun on his neck and he violently shook his head, throwing her away and taking his horns off her. She had quickly turned being impaled into an advantage, so even in his senseless state, he knew he had to give her his best.

He quickly went after her before she reclaimed her balance.

Clever boy, she thought as she saw him coming for her.

He swung his claws at her, and they dug into her skin,n, clashing against her skull; it sounded like iron against her, and sparks flew out of the wound, like blades crossed in battle, echoing through the woods.

The force of the attack turned her head the other way for the first time, she was off balance. He saw her falling and for a brief moment he reviled in that,

"That won't do!" she said

In a fit of immense athleticism, she threw her long leg out stopping her fall and regaining enough balance to deliver an upper cut, her motions were all in a blur and before he knew it, she'd already shattered his jaw, he felt every bone in his head crack and force sent his brain crashing against the walls of his cranium.

"This is becoming quite fun," she said

One of her eyes was hanging out of her head by its sockets, and the gaping wounds his claws left were still fresh and bleeding,g, but she still had such a lovely smile on her face.

He had his jaw in his hand; he tried to put them back together and in place, he saw her face, and even in his monster form, she still looked scarier. He leaped back,k trying to keep his distance, but he was still a little dizzy from her punch.

As he landed, to his great surprise, she pressed a gun against his throat; he couldn't believe it.

"You're wondering how I got here, are you?" She said that all her wounds had healed, and her eye was back in place.

" Well, I'll tell you this. Never take your eyes off me"

He tried to make a move but she pulled the trigger sending the first bullet into his brain and firing

The gun rattled his head, and his eyes went vacant as she was unloading the whole chamber into him. His throat had a huge gaping hole, and blood spilled out of it endlessly.

The trigger went dead, signaling the chamber was empty. She withdrew the gun and started reloading it right in front of him. His brain was still damaged and his motor skill function was impeded; he just stood there with steam escaping his wounds.

Even with his large arms, and claws stretched out around her, she didn't seem to care, she just quietly reloaded her gun.

"Alright, big guy, let's end this now," She said as she finished reloading the gun. She pressed it against his throat and prepared to fire. In a flash, he came back to life and wrapped his broad arms around her.

He wrapped them tightly, trying to squeeze the life out of her, but she just.

My, you really are brainless

She still held onto the gun, she pressed it against his head. He felt the cold sting of the barrel, and he squeezed her tighter enough he could hear her bones break.

Her hand slumped over and fell on his shoulder, but she still held on tightly to the gun; she had a smile on her face; it seemed like she enjoyed it.

I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna kill her!

Her legs began to buckle, and she began to slum over; he felt her leg give, and he squeezed her even more, breaking her ribs and shoulders. He could feel her heart beating against his chest and he was determined to stop only when he couldn't feel it anymore.

Then her red hair began to emit what seemed like red flames, but they appeared even faint than flames would, but they behaved as such; they were a different form of energy, entirely one that made her the monster she was.

He saw life fill her eyes again, and he knew something had changed in her eyes, light like burning embers. An energy of a feral nature exuded out of her; she leaned in and bit into his jugular, and she ripped it off along with a large chunk of flesh.

A green flood of blood rushed out of him, he broke his grip in a haste to close his damaged jugular.

He took a couple steps back, pressing his wound with his hand. He had stopped the blood from gushing out but the war mother took aim.

She fired a shot at his elbow, completely killing the joint. His hand fell and the blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain.

He tried to cover it with his other hand and he did for about two seconds before she shot it too, destroying the joints completely both at the shoulder and elbow.

She walked up to him and shoved the barrel of her gun deep into his throat through the gaping hole she had made with her bare teeth.

He tried to fight her off with his horns as his arms were still healing, but she grabbed his horn and pulled his head back. He growled, but with it, she kept him tamed and on a short leash.

He tried to overpower her by pushing her off balance, he dug his toe into the dry earth and mounted his weight against her, the muscles in his legs toned to their limit and seemed about to burst but she pushed back against him with the immense power behind her long sensual legs that fiery energy engulfed her whole body and she overpowered him. He had nothing and she had him tamed.

I love it when they heal; you can do just about anything you want, over and over again.

She pulled the trigger and began unloading the gun into his neck. He growled and shrieked and tried to push her off balance, but she kept him tamed and continued firing till the bullets almost cut off his head in the process.

He coughed up blood and it landed on her shoes, she let go of his horn and looked down at the dirty shoes, she looked annoyed and she pointed the gun directly at his face with her eyes still on the dirty shoes she turned her head to face him and deliver the final blow but then he fell to his knees. She looked at him and thought he looked pathetic,

"So much for the sin of gluttony. Lust put up a better fight than you, you know. So disappointing."

She spat out a small chuck of his flesh and then said

"You tasted like crap by the way. Have you been eating trolls"

She took a bullet from the ammo belt around her hip, she reloaded the gun with it

Now to put you to sleep.

She aimed the gun directly at his forehead; he was still on his knees, and his eyes had gone vacant again. She pulled the trigger. Then the large eye opened again, deflecting the bullet away.

Shit!

A large green blast came out of the eye hitting her directly in the face, throwing her a few feet away from him.

A green aura surrounded him, and all his wounds began to heal at an accelerated rate. Within a few seconds, he was back on his feet.

Her face had been burned from the attack, but she didn't mind it; she just smiled, not a smirk but a true smile; it even seemed angelic, and her face glowed in the heat of battle.

Then he came after her swinging his claws wildly.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you for Mr Dunn!

I'll kill you for Elisia!"

She dodged them all. He swung again, but this time, instead of evading, she leaned in and blocked the slash and responded with an uppercut, pushing him a few steps back.

He came after her quickly, more voracious and faster than before.

Woah, he got faster, she thought gleefully. She couldn't react on time and he grabbed her by the throat. His claws dug into her skin, penetrating deep into her throat and she loved every moment of it.