The doors to the jewelry store weren't sealed, but I hesitated before entering. A banzai charge has it's tactical merits, but there is a reason that 'look before you leap' has become an adage. Peering through the glass I could just barely make out Molly, an indistinct taller figure holding onto her by the throat.
"Luna!" I hissed to the cat I carried. "You said I was the chosen warrior - do I have any weapons?"
"Your tiara," she replied promptly. "Shout frisbee and throw it."
If I had had the time I would have been quite sarcastic about that. I didn't think that I had the time however, so instead I simply plucked the pieve of ornamentation off my forehead and watched as it morphed into a chakram - with gold and glitter, naturally. "Right," I replied and put her down on the ground. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck," she said as I pushed open the door. "Sailor Moon."
"I'll give you one chance," I told the ghoulish bitch holding onto my classmate. "Put her down - gently -and maybe you'll get to live."
She turned to see me and there was a flicker of movement from deeper inside the store, that I pretended not to have noticed. "And who are you?" demanded the creature.
"Your executioner, perhaps," I replied quietly. "Do you wish to live?"
She smirked back at me. "I want you to die," she replied candidly. "Slaves -!"
There was the sound of movemtn around me and I whipped my arm around, announcing "Moon Frisbee!" in a conversational tone as I launched the shimmering circle in my hand at her.
I imagine that her expression was that more commonly found on rabbits when cars come thundering down upon them. Attacked by something quite outside her understanding and quite unable to decide how she should react, the moment of frozen indecision proved to be the wrong chice: that of none at all! The transformed tiara struck her squarely and barely slowed, tearing through her and leaving nothing behind but a heap of sand.
"My god!" I whispered, startled. I don't know what I;d expected, but that simple attack had been more effective than a stake through a vampire's heart.
"I didn't find the the Silver Imperium Crystal here," came a voice from behind me. I whirled, barely remembering to snatch the tiara out of the air as it returne dto my hand, and saw a caped man, clad in tuxedo, top hat and finery to match. "However, I enjoyed the show," he added, and with a leap, he was out of the door.
I leapt for the door, chakram at the ready, but in the twinkling of an eye he was gone, disppeared into the night.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
"Luna!" I hissed to the cat I carried. "You said I was the chosen warrior - do I have any weapons?"
"Your tiara," she replied promptly. "Shout frisbee and throw it."
If I had had the time I would have been quite sarcastic about that. I didn't think that I had the time however, so instead I simply plucked the pieve of ornamentation off my forehead and watched as it morphed into a chakram - with gold and glitter, naturally. "Right," I replied and put her down on the ground. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck," she said as I pushed open the door. "Sailor Moon."
"I'll give you one chance," I told the ghoulish bitch holding onto my classmate. "Put her down - gently -and maybe you'll get to live."
She turned to see me and there was a flicker of movement from deeper inside the store, that I pretended not to have noticed. "And who are you?" demanded the creature.
"Your executioner, perhaps," I replied quietly. "Do you wish to live?"
She smirked back at me. "I want you to die," she replied candidly. "Slaves -!"
There was the sound of movemtn around me and I whipped my arm around, announcing "Moon Frisbee!" in a conversational tone as I launched the shimmering circle in my hand at her.
I imagine that her expression was that more commonly found on rabbits when cars come thundering down upon them. Attacked by something quite outside her understanding and quite unable to decide how she should react, the moment of frozen indecision proved to be the wrong chice: that of none at all! The transformed tiara struck her squarely and barely slowed, tearing through her and leaving nothing behind but a heap of sand.
"My god!" I whispered, startled. I don't know what I;d expected, but that simple attack had been more effective than a stake through a vampire's heart.
"I didn't find the the Silver Imperium Crystal here," came a voice from behind me. I whirled, barely remembering to snatch the tiara out of the air as it returne dto my hand, and saw a caped man, clad in tuxedo, top hat and finery to match. "However, I enjoyed the show," he added, and with a leap, he was out of the door.
I leapt for the door, chakram at the ready, but in the twinkling of an eye he was gone, disppeared into the night.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.