hostage
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Arachnid, Head Chaser
A beautiful black jumpsuit adorned with silvery stripes hung alone in the bathroom. Arachnid had long since waved her Chasers away, then carefully locked the door and headed to her washing room. She had steamed her body, relaxing her muscles and then taking a mildly warm shower. When she stepped out of the bathroom she admired herself, turning this way and that in the mirror. Some minor scars flecked her legs and arms, and the ring of bruised along her forearms from the morning’s bout were quickly fading. Long brown hair was pulled into a tight braid, then circled elegantly around the back of her head. Arachnid practiced a smile in the mirror, allowing her cheeks to rise into the unfamiliar position before letting it go. Then, she tried a more laid back, shy smile. Next, a sharp grin: that of a predator. The light curvature of her lips coupled with her high cheekbones and defined jawline made a pretty picture, a great contrast to the rest of her. In her time in the ring, she had used the unfamiliar gesture to throw her opponents off guard. They would stop their movement, stunned by her look only to be stabbed through the chest with inch long venomous claws.
Grim thoughts were shaken off as the Head Chaser suited up, the padded leather tight on her muscular legs and stomach. The suit was made to withstand heavy blows and hopefully absorb any hits that may be landed on her. Not that anyone would be able to touch her. Years of training far surpassed any animal genes an experiment could possibly have. She knew the ins and outs of every animal. Cheetahs were fast but not strong enough to land a deathly blow to her. She could easily absorb most of it before retaliating. Her scorpion DNA gave her quick reflexes as well, and often those who got near enough to her were snared in a deadly embrace and left with small pinpricks bubbling in their skin.
Even though her target, Kiono, was a lion, he didn’t have the speed to get near her. She would need to avoid his hits or let her arms and legs take most of the damage off. Lions were large and fast enough, but she could easily slip a claw into his side. Even a single second was good to insert enough venom to kill a man. If not, at least he would be left in pain. The venom was a slow acting substance, but as it burned a trail through it’s host’s body it would leave them in a considerate amount of fiery discomfort.
A stark confidence followed the Chaser as she sauntered down the halls. She stepped into the stadium, sidling nearby the ring to watch as a fight was finished off. A haughty grin overtook her face, and she turned away. Arachnid entered the experiment holding room, head held high and slim boots clacking with an eerie tone. Everything about her now was lethal. On the way there she had produced a folded “blanket“ of metal spikes, clasping them around her biceps and forearms. The spikes were thin, glittering, and vicious, giving her the shine and sharpness of a living razor blade. Thin black gloves adorned her hands, fingertips open to allow her groomed nails protrude.
Arachnid noticed Terrance nearby a cage, but his form overtook whoever he was talking to. The Head Chaser aimed a savage kick at a cage nearby, the one holding some huddled mess of a thing. The loud rattle that ensued was most likely enough to draw his attention. She stalked on to her target.
“Toshi! Good to see you, little pet,“ she exclaimed, a gracious smile adorning her face as she addressed him through the metal bars of the cage. “I’m afraid you need to come with me,“ she added. Arachnid produced a thick chain with iron cuffs attached to her belt, then clanked them against the cage as if she was taunting a cat. “Now, I don’t trust anyone to not mess this up for me, so I will have to take your little girlfriend out.“ Arachnid’s smile was replaced by a dead expression as her hand sidled towards the lock.
Interacting: Scarlett-Wulf (Toshi) BloodWolfRising (Serena)
Mentions: BloodWolfRising (Terrance)