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Mother, can you see me?
Azula’s head cocked to the side as the world inside the vault seemed to ooze into slow motion. The myriad of competitors lunged as if through molasses at the horde of mecha-murderers imposing on them, save for the fire princess; she could do little but watch. Her jaw went slack, as unhinged as she felt, as one of the Cyber Jasons stepped directly before her, sliding his machete across the temple’s stone floor with a particularly drawn-out shiiiiing.
Azula blinked, then heard it: chh chh chh, ahh ahh ahh.
The blade swished up, and almost involuntarily, her back folded backwards. She evaded the Cyber Jason’s swipe by inches, and lifted a single boot off the ground. She twisted her body, pulling her knee to her chest, and shoved her foot outward, hard, toward the Jason’s stomach. The sole of her boot didn’t connect, but sapphire flame burst from her heel, slamming into the monster’s abdomen. He stumbled backwards as time sped back up and Azula rejoined the land of the living.
Within seconds, her boot slammed into the ground and the opposite fist swung upwards, a huge burst of blue fire blasting from her knuckles. She watched as one of the other competitors sidestepped it just in time for it to crash into Jason Twenty-Seven and send him careening back even further. Azula’s vision went a little spotty as her teeth began to grind against each other and her other fist lit up, prepped to attack.
She lunged forward and felt something pound against her head — but it wasn’t from an exterior force. She grunted, then shrieked, then nearly collapsed to her knees as the greatest migraine she’d ever felt swam into every pore of her skull.
Monster.
“Azula!” a voice the enraged madwoman vaguely recognized as Stheno called, “Azula, are you alright?”
The Princess-Commander turned to her gorgon ally, and the world went still again. The blindfolded woman sprinted toward her at a snail’s pace, reaching as if to help — but Azula turned away.
Another long, ferocious shout escaped her lips and she pressed her palm forward, launching a jet of flame toward Twenty-Seven’s hockey mask. She kept her arm outstretched and the fire coming, her guttural shout not stopping as the mask melted off the Cyber Jason’s face.
The hulking monstrosity dropped to its knees, not dead, but charred nonetheless. Stheno appeared at Azula’s side, placing a hand on her commander’s shoulder. “Azula—”
“Stheno,” the princess exhaled, finally seeming to catch her equilibrium, if only for a moment. The teenager turned to her only friend here — perhaps the only one she’d ever had — and smirked. “It has been… a pleasure working with you. If you’ll have it… I have one last order for you.”
Stheno looked down at her… friend, and nodded. “What would you have of me?”
Azula’s mad smile grew bigger. “No one leaves,” she chuckled. “No one but us.”
Stheno nodded, and the pair of women split. The gorgon launched into battle with some assortment of nearby mecha-murderers, and Azula turned back to Twenty-Seven only to see something else just beyond his shoulder that placed a twinkle in her eye.
Her feet crossed the expanse of the Vault in a hurry. She leapt over Jason Twenty-Seven, flipping forward to dodge a lazy swipe of his machete, and slammed her foot into the temporarily-grounded Elise’s cheek. The vampire lurched further into the base of the huge pillar she’d crashed into, groaning as the fire princess lifted a fist to continue her assault. Sapphire flames wreathed Azula’s hand, and she threw a punch toward Elise’s face — but the other girl was quick.
Elise’s hand reached up and caught the flaming fist. Flames danced through her fingertips, singing them and burning her palm as the crazed Azula pressed forward, trying to connect the punch to the traitor’s skull. “You fucking… psycho!” Elise shouted, squeezing hard on the fire princess’s fist until she heard the distinct crack of Azula’s fingers breaking. “What about our fucking deal, girl?”
Azula stood and faced the other woman as she scrambled to her feet, hair falling out of her bun and into her eyes. “Our deal’s for when this is done, bloodsucker,” she seethed. “In here, you’re mine.”
“Well, can’t it wait till these bitches are dead?!” Elise shouted, throwing a finger towards Jason Twenty-Seven, who’d by now gotten back on his feet and stared down the two young women.
Azula glanced over at him, watching as he stalked towards them. Every step he took rang through her skull, the noise radiating with volume and pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt. Inside that cacophonous mind, Azula raged. She felt the expectations of every soldier who’d followed under her lead — and every one who’d died under it. She felt the fear of the people she’d killed, the villagers who’d tried their hand at subduing her, the many who’d betrayed her trust. One stood mere feet away. Across the vast vault, she saw another lunging for one of the unmade abominations that had made it this far.
Past Jason Twenty-Seven’s hulking form, she caught sight again of the only woman she’d been able to trust from day one. Stheno raged against another one of the Jasons, a perfect specimen of pure, unbridled warrior power.
Power.
Monstrous… power.
She huffed. Elise was right.
She spun her hands quickly, forming a disk of flame and launching it toward the massless Jason’s neck. He swung his machete up and batted it away, only serving to infuriate the fire princess more. She glanced, briefly, at Elise. “I’ll handle this one,” she said simply, pushing off the ground and leaping towards it. She wrapped her arms around its neck, swinging wildly around until she’d placed herself on its back. Her hands covered its exposed face, and she screamed, releasing fire from her palms, fingertips, wherever she could until his head melted away into nothingness, and he fell, dead, to the floor.
She sucked a deep breath in through her lips.
Do you see me, mother?
Killing monsters?
She snapped her head toward a nearby disturbance and ducked, rolling off the dead Jason’s body and barely avoiding the thrust of a pitchfork by another. She glanced up at the beast as it lifted the pronged weapon high in the air and started to pitch it down directly towards her. Her teeth gritted, she tensed her muscles, ready to attack, when something collided with her and knocked her out of the way.
She rolled, getting lost in a sea of blue, as she steadied herself to find him lying next to her.
“Mustang?!” she shouted.
“…hi,” Roy Mustang mustered as the pair hurried to get up.
Azula was about to speak when the gurgling growl of their pitchfork-wielding assailant called both of their attention. The Uber Jason stood before them, adequately menacing.
Chh chh chh, ahh ahh ahh…
“I should kill you,” Azula muttered.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t,” Mustang shrugged. “Maybe kill that thing instead?”
“Hmph,” the Princess-Commander grunted to her ex-Commander. “Perhaps I will.”
The Jason lunged forward, swiping at them both with the fork; Azula and Mustang leapt forward, rolling beneath it. The ex-Commander turned in the air and clicked his weapon, launching a burst of flames from the tip with the sparks it made. The pair landed on the ground, bounding to their feet and staring down their frustrated adversary.
Azula rolled her eyes. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“I’m improvising!” Mustang protested.
The princess let out an incredibly teenage sigh, then held out a hand. “Improvise better, fool.”
Mustang glanced down at his former general’s outstretched hand before shouldering his weapon instinctively and grasping her wrist. Azula let her slim frame go slack, and Mustang yanked her into the air, using whatever strength he had to spin her around as she conjured flames around her captive wrist. Her arm already mostly broken, only a little healed from before thanks to her magic cupcake, she felt a little wince of pain before Mustang released her into the air like a blue-flaming missile towards the Uber Jason.
*Snap*
The sapphire fire around her burst into an even bigger display, dancing with Mustang’s orange alchemical ones, as Azula straightened out and slammed her flaming feet directly into Jason’s chest.
Wherever she is… there’s no way she can’t see this.
Azula’s head cocked to the side as the world inside the vault seemed to ooze into slow motion. The myriad of competitors lunged as if through molasses at the horde of mecha-murderers imposing on them, save for the fire princess; she could do little but watch. Her jaw went slack, as unhinged as she felt, as one of the Cyber Jasons stepped directly before her, sliding his machete across the temple’s stone floor with a particularly drawn-out shiiiiing.
Azula blinked, then heard it: chh chh chh, ahh ahh ahh.
The blade swished up, and almost involuntarily, her back folded backwards. She evaded the Cyber Jason’s swipe by inches, and lifted a single boot off the ground. She twisted her body, pulling her knee to her chest, and shoved her foot outward, hard, toward the Jason’s stomach. The sole of her boot didn’t connect, but sapphire flame burst from her heel, slamming into the monster’s abdomen. He stumbled backwards as time sped back up and Azula rejoined the land of the living.
Within seconds, her boot slammed into the ground and the opposite fist swung upwards, a huge burst of blue fire blasting from her knuckles. She watched as one of the other competitors sidestepped it just in time for it to crash into Jason Twenty-Seven and send him careening back even further. Azula’s vision went a little spotty as her teeth began to grind against each other and her other fist lit up, prepped to attack.
She lunged forward and felt something pound against her head — but it wasn’t from an exterior force. She grunted, then shrieked, then nearly collapsed to her knees as the greatest migraine she’d ever felt swam into every pore of her skull.
Monster.
“Azula!” a voice the enraged madwoman vaguely recognized as Stheno called, “Azula, are you alright?”
The Princess-Commander turned to her gorgon ally, and the world went still again. The blindfolded woman sprinted toward her at a snail’s pace, reaching as if to help — but Azula turned away.
Another long, ferocious shout escaped her lips and she pressed her palm forward, launching a jet of flame toward Twenty-Seven’s hockey mask. She kept her arm outstretched and the fire coming, her guttural shout not stopping as the mask melted off the Cyber Jason’s face.
The hulking monstrosity dropped to its knees, not dead, but charred nonetheless. Stheno appeared at Azula’s side, placing a hand on her commander’s shoulder. “Azula—”
“Stheno,” the princess exhaled, finally seeming to catch her equilibrium, if only for a moment. The teenager turned to her only friend here — perhaps the only one she’d ever had — and smirked. “It has been… a pleasure working with you. If you’ll have it… I have one last order for you.”
Stheno looked down at her… friend, and nodded. “What would you have of me?”
Azula’s mad smile grew bigger. “No one leaves,” she chuckled. “No one but us.”
Stheno nodded, and the pair of women split. The gorgon launched into battle with some assortment of nearby mecha-murderers, and Azula turned back to Twenty-Seven only to see something else just beyond his shoulder that placed a twinkle in her eye.
Her feet crossed the expanse of the Vault in a hurry. She leapt over Jason Twenty-Seven, flipping forward to dodge a lazy swipe of his machete, and slammed her foot into the temporarily-grounded Elise’s cheek. The vampire lurched further into the base of the huge pillar she’d crashed into, groaning as the fire princess lifted a fist to continue her assault. Sapphire flames wreathed Azula’s hand, and she threw a punch toward Elise’s face — but the other girl was quick.
Elise’s hand reached up and caught the flaming fist. Flames danced through her fingertips, singing them and burning her palm as the crazed Azula pressed forward, trying to connect the punch to the traitor’s skull. “You fucking… psycho!” Elise shouted, squeezing hard on the fire princess’s fist until she heard the distinct crack of Azula’s fingers breaking. “What about our fucking deal, girl?”
Azula stood and faced the other woman as she scrambled to her feet, hair falling out of her bun and into her eyes. “Our deal’s for when this is done, bloodsucker,” she seethed. “In here, you’re mine.”
“Well, can’t it wait till these bitches are dead?!” Elise shouted, throwing a finger towards Jason Twenty-Seven, who’d by now gotten back on his feet and stared down the two young women.
Azula glanced over at him, watching as he stalked towards them. Every step he took rang through her skull, the noise radiating with volume and pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt. Inside that cacophonous mind, Azula raged. She felt the expectations of every soldier who’d followed under her lead — and every one who’d died under it. She felt the fear of the people she’d killed, the villagers who’d tried their hand at subduing her, the many who’d betrayed her trust. One stood mere feet away. Across the vast vault, she saw another lunging for one of the unmade abominations that had made it this far.
Past Jason Twenty-Seven’s hulking form, she caught sight again of the only woman she’d been able to trust from day one. Stheno raged against another one of the Jasons, a perfect specimen of pure, unbridled warrior power.
Power.
Monstrous… power.
She huffed. Elise was right.
She spun her hands quickly, forming a disk of flame and launching it toward the massless Jason’s neck. He swung his machete up and batted it away, only serving to infuriate the fire princess more. She glanced, briefly, at Elise. “I’ll handle this one,” she said simply, pushing off the ground and leaping towards it. She wrapped her arms around its neck, swinging wildly around until she’d placed herself on its back. Her hands covered its exposed face, and she screamed, releasing fire from her palms, fingertips, wherever she could until his head melted away into nothingness, and he fell, dead, to the floor.
She sucked a deep breath in through her lips.
Do you see me, mother?
Killing monsters?
She snapped her head toward a nearby disturbance and ducked, rolling off the dead Jason’s body and barely avoiding the thrust of a pitchfork by another. She glanced up at the beast as it lifted the pronged weapon high in the air and started to pitch it down directly towards her. Her teeth gritted, she tensed her muscles, ready to attack, when something collided with her and knocked her out of the way.
She rolled, getting lost in a sea of blue, as she steadied herself to find him lying next to her.
“Mustang?!” she shouted.
“…hi,” Roy Mustang mustered as the pair hurried to get up.
Azula was about to speak when the gurgling growl of their pitchfork-wielding assailant called both of their attention. The Uber Jason stood before them, adequately menacing.
Chh chh chh, ahh ahh ahh…
“I should kill you,” Azula muttered.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t,” Mustang shrugged. “Maybe kill that thing instead?”
“Hmph,” the Princess-Commander grunted to her ex-Commander. “Perhaps I will.”
The Jason lunged forward, swiping at them both with the fork; Azula and Mustang leapt forward, rolling beneath it. The ex-Commander turned in the air and clicked his weapon, launching a burst of flames from the tip with the sparks it made. The pair landed on the ground, bounding to their feet and staring down their frustrated adversary.
Azula rolled her eyes. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“I’m improvising!” Mustang protested.
The princess let out an incredibly teenage sigh, then held out a hand. “Improvise better, fool.”
Mustang glanced down at his former general’s outstretched hand before shouldering his weapon instinctively and grasping her wrist. Azula let her slim frame go slack, and Mustang yanked her into the air, using whatever strength he had to spin her around as she conjured flames around her captive wrist. Her arm already mostly broken, only a little healed from before thanks to her magic cupcake, she felt a little wince of pain before Mustang released her into the air like a blue-flaming missile towards the Uber Jason.
*Snap*
The sapphire fire around her burst into an even bigger display, dancing with Mustang’s orange alchemical ones, as Azula straightened out and slammed her flaming feet directly into Jason’s chest.
Wherever she is… there’s no way she can’t see this.