Nobody Special
Mac
ANT NEST - TEAM LUMEN
Oskar’s words prompted Min-su’s smile to progressively curve downward into a disappointed frown. As he listened to the scorpion’s response, he lifted his hand, and one of his idle blades followed– levitating upward so that he could drag a finger along its fine edge.
Maybe threatening him into joining would have been the better route.
“Woah,” He threw his hands up in protest and his playful smile returned. “Don’t get mad at me! I’m just following orders. I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
Oskar’s last question confused him. Didn’t he know? Couldn’t he see? His irises shifted downward towards the Exterminator’s feet when he lifted them to take a step in his direction. Then, they flicked onto the one with the morning star– the first one aside from Oskar to officially catch his attention with the clanging of their respective weapons clashing.
Suddenly, Min-su threw his left arm out to the side, and the blade he had been fidgeting with earlier immediately followed suit, shanking itself into the dirt walls with precision accuracy. Then, he slowly brought the arm– and, in turn, the blade – to the opposite side. From the weapon’s tip, a hair-thin, silver strand of silk-like material emerged, forming a wire of web that ranged from one side of the tunnel to the other.
“What’s my thing with them?” He repeated the inquiry, dumbfounded as to why his fellow arachnid would ask such a foolish question. “Can’t you tell? I’m a spider. We’re the sa–”
BOOM!
Min-su was cut off by a blinding flash– which prompted him to instinctually shield his veiled eyes with his arms in defense. However, once he finally adjusted to the light, he was surprised to see that the attack was not meant for him.
“Shit, Mast…!!” He called out, snapping his head back only for his eyes to widen at the sight.
A cloud of dust quickly settled, a result of boots moving at a high speed having to quickly burrow their heels into the earth to come to a skidding stop. The flea was walled off. Callahan’s beam of light had successfully cornered the pink haired plaguer, much to the latter’s frustration. In an attempt to escape with the cargo still clenched in her arms, Mast lifted her right leg and attempted to force her foot through it, only to recoil back from the searing pain it immediately inflicted upon her skin.
“Shit..!!”
It was hot. Like she had stepped directly into a campfire for a split second. While she wouldn’t have hesitated to force her way through if she were alone, there was no way she was going to be able to get through the radiant blockade with the child in her possession.
Now in a standstill, it seemed Mast had no other option but to turn around. She pivoted, wincing as she put weight on her seared leg and set Karin down to stand on her own. Immediately, she identified Callahan as the culprit behind this newfound obstacle, and glared daggers in the Exterminator’s direction.
“Min-su. Kill the blonde one.”
Like a predator spotting its catch, the young plaguer’s dark eyes locked onto Callahan. A sadistic smirk twisted his face as he took control of the blade closest to the alchemist, slowly pulling it out of the wall it had been deflected into with a slow, suspenseful shhnk.
“Fine by me…”
Maybe cutting your friend’s head off in front of you will prove how serious I am…?
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Maybe threatening him into joining would have been the better route.
“Woah,” He threw his hands up in protest and his playful smile returned. “Don’t get mad at me! I’m just following orders. I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
Oskar’s last question confused him. Didn’t he know? Couldn’t he see? His irises shifted downward towards the Exterminator’s feet when he lifted them to take a step in his direction. Then, they flicked onto the one with the morning star– the first one aside from Oskar to officially catch his attention with the clanging of their respective weapons clashing.
Suddenly, Min-su threw his left arm out to the side, and the blade he had been fidgeting with earlier immediately followed suit, shanking itself into the dirt walls with precision accuracy. Then, he slowly brought the arm– and, in turn, the blade – to the opposite side. From the weapon’s tip, a hair-thin, silver strand of silk-like material emerged, forming a wire of web that ranged from one side of the tunnel to the other.
“What’s my thing with them?” He repeated the inquiry, dumbfounded as to why his fellow arachnid would ask such a foolish question. “Can’t you tell? I’m a spider. We’re the sa–”
BOOM!
Min-su was cut off by a blinding flash– which prompted him to instinctually shield his veiled eyes with his arms in defense. However, once he finally adjusted to the light, he was surprised to see that the attack was not meant for him.
“Shit, Mast…!!” He called out, snapping his head back only for his eyes to widen at the sight.
A cloud of dust quickly settled, a result of boots moving at a high speed having to quickly burrow their heels into the earth to come to a skidding stop. The flea was walled off. Callahan’s beam of light had successfully cornered the pink haired plaguer, much to the latter’s frustration. In an attempt to escape with the cargo still clenched in her arms, Mast lifted her right leg and attempted to force her foot through it, only to recoil back from the searing pain it immediately inflicted upon her skin.
“Shit..!!”
It was hot. Like she had stepped directly into a campfire for a split second. While she wouldn’t have hesitated to force her way through if she were alone, there was no way she was going to be able to get through the radiant blockade with the child in her possession.
Now in a standstill, it seemed Mast had no other option but to turn around. She pivoted, wincing as she put weight on her seared leg and set Karin down to stand on her own. Immediately, she identified Callahan as the culprit behind this newfound obstacle, and glared daggers in the Exterminator’s direction.
“Min-su. Kill the blonde one.”
Like a predator spotting its catch, the young plaguer’s dark eyes locked onto Callahan. A sadistic smirk twisted his face as he took control of the blade closest to the alchemist, slowly pulling it out of the wall it had been deflected into with a slow, suspenseful shhnk.
“Fine by me…”
Maybe cutting your friend’s head off in front of you will prove how serious I am…?






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