Anthro Sex Squad Story 1 - Vibra's Story; Chapter 6
#6 of ASS Origins Story 1: Vibra's Story
Anthro Sex Squad Story 1 - Vibra's Story
By Killenor
Arc 1 - Origins
Chapter 6
It had taken a scant few seconds, but Chrisholn had been aware of Vibra's presence for nearly a whole minute now. With reflexes too swift to be believed he had already prepared his magicks and when the diving roc-woman was but a breath from striking him, he made a swift and almost mocking gesture.
Before her fingers could close upon him, Vibra was slammed away by an invisible hammer of force. Something in her chest cracked under the strain and she was flung sidelong into the square. The helpless bird-woman skidded along the ground, the coarse dirt tearing out feathers and ripping the tender skin beneath. Her head swam at the enormity of the blow, but her blurred and dusty eyes still picked out the vague shapes and colors of the slowly approaching prince-sorcerer.
Desperately, Vibra flailed at the dirt, hoping to regain her feet. Tears welled in her golden eyes, crying from the intense pain and hoping to flush out the dust that burned in her vision.
Chrisholn casually drew his sword and chuckled to himself. A dozen guards indeed! He would see that emissary's back flayed to pieces for such an insult as this. It had been almost too easy, and now this beast could barely even get up.
His smile broadened as he noticed the bleeding wound at the bird-maid's collar. He had missed her heart by only such a small amount. Likely the noise of his gun had startled her on his first shot. Oh well, he thought; time to rectify that mistake right now!
The blade hooked under Vibra's beak and raised her burning swollen eyes to face Chrisholn. Through a patina of tears Vibra could see the hatred and conquest smoldering there. His disdain for her pierced though the haze of her pain and bit at the core of her heart.
"And now, beast, to end it!" said the wicked prince.
He lunged.
The lightning-fast blade stabbed for Vibra's throat. Instinct and the reflexes of a raptor claimed her mind in the last moment. It was as if watching a snake strike in slow motion. The golden eyes narrowed, the head jerked for the killing counterstrike!
The blade slid clear, cutting a shallow furrow into the dirty feathers at her throat. The raptor's head twisted and her hooked beak flashed out. The entire strike had taken less than a second, but at the finish it saw tiny feather pieces floating to the ground and the beak buried in the skin of the princes arm.
His speed was his downfall, for as he pulled back for a corrective strike, Vibra's beak caught and pulled. The stimulus told her predator mind that her prey was struggling, triggering her to rip with her neck muscles.
A piercing scream brought every eye to the square. Chrisholn clutched a ruined arm that, from the elbow down looked as if it were made only of bloody raw meat. From the beak of the giant bird-woman hung the skin torn from his arm, looking for all intents like a blood-soaked glove with tatters of fine fabrics hanging from the inside. The sword that arm had been holding lay before her, glittering and pristine.
For a moment, Vibra felt the rush of vindication, the feeling that, no matter what came next; she had struck her blow against tyranny, against this evil being. The mounted guards surrounded her and every retainer and functionary rushed to their prince's aide. Swords and lance points bristled around her. She knew the end was only moments away, but even though, she was filled with the most serene peace.
Only a minute or two of doting was allowed by the enraged prince. The moment bandages swathed his ruined arm he ordered his flunkies away and drew himself upright. His remaining arm reached beneath his cloak and drew forth a pistol. His breath quickened, rage carrying his pain away and replacing it with deep red blood-lust.
He swept forward the gun pointed right at her face, the slow-match burning as bright as his hatred.
"I wanted your head for my wall..." the prince growled, "But I think your wings over my mantle will do just fine." He seethed, "Fuck your head."...
and pulled the trigger.
The explosion was deafening so close to Vibra's head. She flinched back, expecting unimaginable searing pain to take her to her death. Her head swam with noise, but she noticed quite keenly that she was still alive. She couldn't hear anything for the ringing in her head and her eyes were pinched closed due to the dust and smoke in them. Worse yet, she felt hot liquid splashing upon her feathers
Agonizing seconds oozed by, pain throbbing through her body reassuring her that she was indeed alive. Something slammed into her, arms much smaller than her own grappled her pain-wracked body. She felt herself lifted from the ground and carried away as her head swam. A kind of throbbing sound pressed into her ears as she was whisked away. She tried to wedge her eyes open, but the strain was too great. Her head swam as she fell into a senseless black abyss.
Vibra knew no more.