Nuclear Rage
EXP: 64,948, Level: 10
Level completed: 99%,
EXP required for next Level: 52
Felicity hissed as she climbed after Rehtul. The stalk of the mushroom was mushy and strange, but her anger caused her to kick bits of shroom into the muck below as she chased the ice mage.
Just as they reached the top, Rehtul leapt off again. Graceful, he disappeared into the hazy gloom, and the darkness below. Felicity growled, pulling herself atop the mushroom head with jerky movements. She hurt, she was in pain. She winced as peered into the darkness and readied herself to jump.
"Stop running!" She barked, leaping off the top of the fungal tree.
Her opponent had outsmarted her.
Instead of the smooth, lukewarm swamp waters, she collided with a series of cold spikes. Rehtul had formed approximately twelve of them, and they were so close together that she hit most of them. Her legs and thighs were completely impaled by the spikes, and she had cuts in the upper part of her body as well. One spike notably speared her side, probably puncturing a viral organ. It seemed as if Rehtul had used her impatience to his advantage, and bested her.
Ah, but he forgot one crucial thing. Felicity's power. Every hit, every bleed, made her stronger. No, this fight was not over yet.
Exposing the secret shadows, Felicity's being burned with a cloak of dark orange, poisonous energy. Nuclear power seeped from her wounds as the ice and water began to hiss. With rage screaming on her face, the girl moved. The ice spikes moaned and shattered as she overpowered them, breaking free and carrying many in her body still. Pain was unreadable, she felt no pain in this state. The dark surroundings were shaded in light. The mushroom trees, so used to the dark, were sickly in the face of such putrid power. They began to wilt ever so slightly under the effects of the power. Felicity herself could be seen ruined. Her clothes were tattered, ice spikes and deep wounds covered her mud soaked body. Steam emitted from the mud as her own body heat caused the mud to crust to dirt. The waters below reflected the reds and oranges of the nuclear cloak as Rhyolite limped towards Rehtul. All sanity was gone, only madness remained.
Improved strength, immunity to pain, unadulterated rage, radiation poisoning, and a burning nuclear cloak were on a ninety second timer. As the water below boiled in the heat, Rehtul would be forced to think fast. Hopefully, survive.
Last edited by Flamebird; 10-24-2020 at 09:55 PM.
"I can't be proud of anything. I am ashamed of everything."
"I gave my heart, my allegiance, all my energy for this and got nothing but ashes in return. What on earth did I do to deserve being chewed and spit out like this? Time and time again, it's all the same."
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