Hell Bent for Leather (x30 Gravity) May 23, 2020 15:21:39 GMT -6
Post by Laverna on May 23, 2020 15:21:39 GMT -6
The roar of engines was deafening, matched only by the hum of the midnight crowds. The smell of exhaust and beer hung pungent in the air. Dirt and dust from the previous race had still yet to settle. Above it all, the moon shined down beautifully from a clear sky, as though to give its blessing to this night's events.
These events; an assortment of illegal motocross races held bi-weekly in the Eastern lands, just outside the borders of Satan City. Its participants came from all over to test themselves and win cash rewards, in addition to the sense of pride and accomplishment, of course. Those who competed did so on a variety of machines: from newer hovercraft to practically antique dirt bikes that had been pulled out of the junk yard and rebuilt by hand.
Laverna breathed deeply, and felt the rumble of her competition surrounding her. It shook her to her very bones, and sent a tingle of exciting anticipation running up her tail and spine. Underneath her protective leather coat, the magic wrist watch she had been given weighed heavy with artificial gravity. Was it necessary to do what she had come to do? Not at all, but just the sense of danger and competition had brought her blood to a boil.
She smirked behind her helmet; custom built to accommodate for her horns. Snickers surrounded her and the small red scooter she sat upon, though she ignored them. Their technology rumbled with power, yes, but her victory would come from magic born of the Otherworld, not mortal machines. She revved the engine, and a small bout of flame shot from the exhaust as the scooter's rumbling drowned out the competition's for just a moment.
Their laughter stopped, and she grinned wider.
However, that wasn't why she was here. From behind her tinted face mask, her brown eyes fell upon one of the other racers. Her senses flooded with energies of the Otherworld, and she could practically see the aura of power that surrounded the figure. He may had hid beneath the guise of a racer, but she knew an escaped spirit when she saw it. The problem had been getting close, but here and now, she was certain she would get her opportunity...
The flag was waved, and engines many screamed as they carried their riders to top speed. Predictably, it was the newer bikes that tore out into the front and rounded the first turn in quick succession. Laverna followed shortly thereafter, careful not to overtake her prey, lest she should lose sight of him during the race. Despite a lack of experience in such things as motocross, she made up for skill with sheer power and speed, though carefully moderated to keep her mission in mind.
As the other racers used banks and the many jumps to their advantage, the Ogre pushed herself with her own power, and practically flew over the many obstacles placed in her path. In less than a minute, the pack of racers had come to the end of the makeshift arena -in actuality, a high school football field that had been appropriated for just this night- and continued their course on a winding dirt road. Drones flew overhead, lest the audience be without an eye on the sport.
An otherwise peaceful night came to life as the racers blitzed through the countryside. Despite the dim light of the back roads, Laverna never took her eyes off of her target. She gripped the handlebars of her scooter ever tighter, and growled when the spirit began to grow further away from her. Behind her helmet, her eyes began to glow a deep red, and the hybrid's machine pulled ahead again, and nearer to the spirit who had taken the lead.
That is- she had come close to the spirit's machine until something struck her in the side of the head. A brief grunt and gasp was muffled by the hybrid's helmet, and her eyes turned angrily to find another racer brandishing a metal pipe in her direction. More than that, however, she could see the faintest light of a ghastly aura surrounding her. This same aura had come to grasp several other racers, as well, and she grit her teeth.
The spirit was capable of remote possession, or just had telekinetic abilities this powerful.
Laverna's arm came up to block the pipe's second swing, then wrenched the weapon out of the mortal's hand. In her anger, she feigned a swing in return, but stopped herself at the last moment, though not soon enough to prevent the rider from swerving further away from her, and off the trail. Tossing aside the unnecessary weapon, she reminded herself that, possessed or not, these were still mortals. She was not to kill them.
A sharp cackle from ahead pulled her attention forward, and the spirit had abandoned its anonymity. It leered at her from a neck twisted one hundred-eighty degrees, with a sadistic grin wider than mortal flesh could've accomplished. Several bolts of energy manifested around it, then launched at the hybrid as the spirit's engine roared ever louder and with more power. As she knocked away each bolt with her progressively more sore arm, the distance between them grew, and danger approached from behind.
The Ogre swerved left just in time to avoid another bolt of energy, now fired by one of the possessed behind her. A small growl built in her throat, and left with a most unpleasant choice, she slowed just enough to come within arm's reach of the three who had been gaining on her. One tree branch swung and landed on her back, only to break under the strain, while she kicked out and crumbled the front end of the opposite rider's machine. She didn't care to stay and watch as the innocent tumbled forward, though after a moment's hesitation, she was relieved to still feel their life force, albeit shaken by the impact.
Her opposite arm swung up and out to catch the fist of the rider who had swung the branch, but a sharp crack of energy struck her in the back and caused her to let go with a grunt of pain. Her tail rose in the air in an instinctive show of aggression while she brought her wriggling scooter back under control, then their fight was interrupted by a fast turn that rounded a large pond.
However, the two possessed pulled up on the inside of the turn, and each brandished a sizzling bolt of ghostly energy from their palms. The Ogre eyed the water behind them and threw caution to the wind. With a mighty yell from the hybrid's throat that shattered the helmet from around her head, even the roar of the race was drowned out as a shockwave of forceful energy struck the pair and flung them from their machines, and into the disturbed water of the pond.
Given momentary reprieve from her attackers, Laverna sped forward into the remainder of the turn, and sped up the stretch of road that followed. With her head lowered, a bolt of energy manifested between her horns and flew off towards the far away spirit. She missed; however, the spirit's attention was won, and she swore she spied a scowl on its face before it had turned to look forward again. From behind, she could still hear the others struggling to catch up to the two supernaturally driven racers.
Another bolt flew from the hybrid's brow, and landed with an explosive impact just behind the spirit. Another bolt followed, then another. Her aim was haphazard, but her goal was simply to stall the spirit from getting any faster while she thought of a new plan. In that way, she supposed she was successful; for a minute, at least.
However, the spirit was not so simple. The trees and foliage on either side of the trail glowed with a faint blue light, and it was their limbs that struck out to the Ogre to prevent her progress. She batted away at their assault with her arm, but so little resistance was only good for so much. So, with her target again pulling further ahead, she raised her hand and focused the magic that filled her being. A faint ray of light tore through the very flammable screen placed before her, and struck the back of the spirit's machine.
He wobbled, fish tailed, and eventually was flung from his vehicle as his broken focus brought the possessed trees crashing to the road. The spirit was stunned and disoriented, if only for the suddenness of his stop, and didn't hear the roar of the scooter's engine as it leapt over the newly made road block.
Laverna swung around in midair, and while manipulating her own flight, she brought the weight of her vehicle around like a club and directly into the spirit's center of mass. She couldn't hear if it had screamed for the cacophony of noise all around them. She did feel the collapse of its spectral form, however brief, under the weight of her attack.
The Ogre rolled quickly to all fours before leaping back to her feet. The spirit's form was indiscernible for a moment, but the first thing to reappear as it pulled itself together again was the scowl. She smirked back at him, and the air erupted with power from both figures. Faster than the eye could see, they clashed; the spirit blocked her fist with its arm. Just as an additional arm sprouted from the spirit's torso, however, the hybrid's knee rushed in and struck it in the gut. With her opponent momentarily stunned, she reeled back and flung her head downward, and the spirit was thrust to the ground by her mighty headbutt.
The hum of the other racers passing them by on either side might as well have been in another world, for all the mind that the two paid it. While the spirit was incapacitated, Laverna called upon her strength and bore down on its incorporeal form with punch after punch. She didn't dare to let up and give her foe a chance to retaliate with its powers, not until she was certain it was dead again. Her unwavering gaze glowed red with a ferocious and tenacious drive that-
She reached out and plucked the final possessed rider from his vehicle, and flung him carelessly off the trail and into a tree that, presumably, knocked him unconscious. However, even the moment's distraction had cost the ghost buster her advantage, and a massive ray of energy flung her off of her target.
A manic cackle filled the air as the spirit rose again, and it lifted several fallen trees with which to dispose of its attacker. Its eyes burned with rage and malice.
Laverna pushed herself back to her feet with a groan, and silently lamented the damage of yet another leather jacket that now hung open for the large hole burned into it. She wiped the bit of spittle from her chin on the back of her arm, and tensed herself for the clash to come.
A ghastly wail echoed off of the air as the trees were flung at the Ogre, and she roared in defiance as her leap carried her into the wall of wood and debris. One hand caught the trunk of a missile and pressed it away on a new, clear path, and she leapt from its nearby companion at a third. Her next leap cracked the tree she had used for a platform, and she grabbed hold of one of the final missiles.
She yelled, and her eyes bore down on the spirit as her life force and magic filled and reinforced the massive club she now wielded. Ghastly energies tried to wrestle control of her own body from her, but the hybrid won out such a power struggle, and she swung the tree down onto the spirit's corporeal form.
The area shook with such a massive crash, and fell silent for only a moment before the distinct alarm of emergency vehicles in the distance came rolling over the land. Laverna paid this little mind, as she stood over the shattered remains of what had been the escaped soul. Even after all of that, however, she could still feel its presence, and the nearly liquefied pieces of its flesh began to squirm and move.
She raised her arm and bathed the area in the dim glow of her Moonlight Ray. Then again, she continued until she was certain that nothing remained, and even the harsh red and blues of the approaching mortals began to catch her eye. A brief sigh passed her lips, and her eyes returned to their soft brown. Her heart gradually slowed, but the spirit's presence never returned.
So, Laverna picked up her scooter and placed it down again upright. The loss of the prize money was a little sour on her tongue, but she had defeated the spirit, she supposed. Why it had decided to haunt a race instead of a specific location didn't matter much to her now, though the question did weigh a little on her imagination while she rode from the approaching mortals. Maybe an answer would come to her after a snack.
Gravity Training x30. 2,215 word count.