Rugged and scarred, his head was covered with rge impnts on each temple, reaching around the back of his head and connecting down into his spine. Tubes of some strange green liquid were pumping about his colrs, impnted into the base of his neck. His eyes were rge, his pupils soaking up every bit of information here, and finally, they settled in on me, standing atop a rge cylindrical container.
He grits his teeth, grinding them as he spoke, “This filthy air, breathed in by those blighted mutations, abominations to god.” He spat on the floor, “All of you will parish, the mutated and the greedy.”
His eyes gnced over to the anthros running to doors on the ground and the catwalks above. I don’t bme them for wanting to get the hell out of here. My body was trembling as I tried to hold my ground against the Missionary. Last time didn’t exactly go so well.
Steam burst from a pipe next to me, letting off a stale mildew smell as the vapor wisped around me.
“But you…” He stared me down again, “A human through and through, yet here you are, helping these heathens to try an thrive when they should be wiped from the gaxy.” He pointed his massive sword my direction, “I will extend you one offer to join us. You are a mighty warrior and would make an excellent breeder for the Collective, after many months of penance for your sins, you can join the other women in birthing a new generation. I will speak to the Prophet myself, maybe he will go easier on you. Forgiveness is not a tenant we live by.”
Disgusting. The st thing I wanted to do was be a fucking Breeder, whatever the fuck that entailed, I could just imagine. I don’t think this guy knows that this woman’s got a dick in her pants. Wouldn’t make for good breeding anyway.
“I’m not going to join your shitty cult. I get plenty of breeding from my Fox lover. I guarantee his dick is twice as big as yours, and he knows how to use it.” I flipped him off, bracing myself for action, pulling out my only remaining pistol, not that it’d do much here against this giant, but his helmet was off. All I needed was one good shot, and he was as good as dead.
“Then you choose death! God will smile as I smite you from this world!” He dashed forward with incredible speed. Before I could react, he was grabbing a metal pipe nearby and hurling it at me with all his force.
I stepped back to dodge the pipe as it flew past me, slicing clean through a rger pipe. Steam spilled out with a deep hiss, covering the container with a heavy, wet fog. I gnced back at the Missionary. He was gone. I readied myself for anything. He wasn’t fucking around this time. I think the dick comment got to him.
Something glinted in the light ahead of me. A sword came from over the container’s ledge, swiping at my legs. I jumped back, barely dodging the bde as it slit my boot. “Shit!” Is all I could say as the upper body of the Missionary loomed into existence, crawling up over the lip of the container.
“I won’t miss again!” He stabbed into the container with his sword, pulling himself upward. Water burst from the ssh, spraying up at the giant. He held his other hand up to keep the water at bay.
This was my chance. I rose my pistol, taking aim at his head. I slowly squeezed the trigger, taking careful aim.
Boom. The bullet ricocheted off the Missionary’s arm armor, bouncing into a nearby pipe. The sword swung out, slicing clean through the old pistol. I tossed the useless handle aside. I had my power gauntlet and my knife left. This was going to be a hell of a fight I don’t know if I could win.
I jumped back and grabbed onto a pipe headed downwards. The container was getting a bit too crowded for my taste. I slid down and nded on the hard concrete below, a searing pain shot through my ankle. This was fucked.
“You cannot run from your sins! They will continue to chase you across the gaxy until they eat you alive. Repent now! Save your soul! Give in to death!” The shouting echoed across the rge room.
I limped behind some electrical boxes, crouching down to examine my ankle. Nothing looked broken, just swollen, maybe a sprain. I gnced back at the container. My heart sank. The Missionary was gone. Another vanishing trick. This guy would have been an Anthro-Weasel in any other life, slippery little fuck.
“Sin always smells repugnant. The worse the sin, the greater the stench, and your sin is a putrid, festering pile of puss. I just need to follow the rancid trail, and it leads me right to you!”
The electrical box above my head split open, sparking as electricity began arcing outward. I rolled away as the Missionary finished cleaving the box in two. He stepped through the box with ease, electricity coursing about his armor, crawling about in little, blue worms.
I pulled my tanto knife out. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. I guarded myself, looking around for my next move. I was running out of space here. The room was filling up with steam, rapidly obscuring my vision. Red lights began to fsh, sirens yelled out for everyone to get out.
His sword was ready to strike. All I could think of was Speck’s jumping assault. Something about it seemed to work.
The Missionary rotated his arms, sshing out in a practice run of cutting me in two. I gnced up at his shoulders. The pauldrons were what kept him from reacting to aerial assaults. They limited his movement to ground based attacks. It had to be.
This was my strategy now. I needed to go on the offensive if I was going to get out of here alive.
“My sword verses your knife. Let us see who is the better dualist. God guides my hand!” He lunged forward with that OP incredible speed. Who let these guys be so powerful to begin with?
I couldn’t move fast enough. My ankle ached with pain as I tried to side step the trained killer. He sshed past me, gncing to the left of my vest, plunging his sword deep into the concrete wall. It was my chance to sh out with the tanto.
I sshed out reactively, cutting through one of those green tubes and sliced deep through his impnt like butter, cutting deep into the metal until the knife was lodged tight. I twisted the bde with a sharp jerk.
“Nyaaahhhh!” He screamed out in pain, his head jolting side to side. “You…bitch…”
He cursed. The impnt was malfunctioning. His true side was coming out. I gnced up to see what was above me. Nothing but empty room. Perfect for me.
I whispered, “Jump.” My heels impacted against the floor, bsting me into the air. I twisted gracefully as I smmed my power gauntlet against my knuckles. It hummed to life again, coursing with the majestic power to crush all zealots into a pulp.
The Missionary looked up at me, the veins in his head bulging out of his red skin.
I smirked, “How’s this for penance?” I smmed my fist down on his head, punching with all my might. He tried to yell out in defiance, but his scream was shut the fuck up by my fist pounding through his head. His meaty skull gave way, squishing downwards into a ft pancake. His spine fractured side to side, cracking louder than a gunshot as his head sunk down into his armor.
I tumbled down, nding hard on the floor. The Missionary’s body stood still for a second, teetering back and forth. It began to fall forward, trying to crush me in one st chance at ending my life.
“You got to be kidding me, seriously?” I rolled out of the way as the armor crashed down in a massive cloud of steam, panging out, echoing off the concrete walls.
I took a few deep breaths as I tried to calm down. My nerves were racing. My ankle was burning with pain. I finally did it. I killed a Missionary. I rose my hands in the air while lying on the ground, “Whoo! Fuck yeah! Take that, you Gelly fucks!”
The door to my let slid open, spilling light into the dim room. Someone stepped into the light, gun in hand.
Great. What was it this time? Couldn’t I just bask in victory undisturbed for once?
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