Chapter 7 - A New Ability
#7 of The Haunted Asylum
Rarely Amanda fought small apartment buildings. Usually, when she did, there were four other Indagators.
"Tell me, Amanda! How does it feel now to be the weak one?!" The colossal lion-morph roared.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" She shot back.
Angered, the colossus ripped a piece of the asylum building and threw it at her. With a loud crash and splash of dirt, there was a crater where she was momentarily ago.In a swift movement, the horsewoman fired her oversized semi-automatic pistols.
With each trigger pull, there was no flash and instead, an earsplitting roar followed by shock waves shaking the very ground she stood on. Her pistols accelerated thirty-five-millimeter shells at two-thousand meters per second blowing holes into the towering lion-morph. The obscene horsewoman cracked a smile. Good'ol APCBC shells to cause some internal damage.
"You'll need to do more than that!"
The lion colossus hurled two more pieces of the asylum. Just before they landed, Amanda danced around them, threading a fine line. Although much to her dismay the splash, combined with the current immensity that was her four, hideously swollen testes caused her to lose control.
Obscured in a dust cloud, the horsewoman's keen smell made out dirt, sod, and fresh grass. A large splash knocked her back, as her inhuman senses warned her of the impending attack.
"Did you expect to kill me?!" She regained her balance.
The lion's face contorted to a scowl and before he could react, the Indagator blasted his shoulder off, unloading a whole clip. He reeled back, stumbling over. In a heartbeat, the Indagator loaded her pistols and fired again. She kept this up unloading clip after clip until her pistols ran dry.
As the dust settled, the lion-morph laid on his back arm-less. _With enough bullets, anything can be taken down._Amanda smirked. The barrels on her pistols glowed red, their cooling mechanisms worked overtime to chill the barrel but ultimately was fruitless. As they had already deformed.
She hoped the battle had ended but was proven wrong when the colossus got back up, his arms regenerated.
"You'll need a bigger gun than that!" The lion roared triumphantly. It was then Amanda decided to use her Havock Anti-Monster rifle, a gigantic rifle slung over her right shoulder. She typically avoided using it, as she could carry only five, eighty-eight-millimeter shells for it and resulted in frequent overkill.
Quickly, the Indagator jammed her pistols back into their holsters and shrugged the gigantic rifle off. It was easily taller than her, equipped with a fold-able stock. She unfolded it; pulled back a large bolt; and pulled a long shell out of a plastic rack mounted on her back. She jammed the shell into an opened cavity, slammed the bolt forward, and peered through the scope.
"BURN IN HELL!" She shouted and pulled the trigger. A thunderous roar, ten times stronger than her pistols, shattered the night, as an eighty-eight-milliliter shell tore through the air at two-thousand-and-five-hundred meters per second. It met its mark, dead center of the lion, and blew a hole clean through his chest.
The Indagtor saw the lion's jaw drop, as he stumbled and reeled over on his back shaking the ground. She thought he was done for, yet much to the horsewoman's own shock he got back up already mended. _Fine then! I'll keep putting rounds into you till you drop dead!_Deftly, the Indagator loaded yet another shell and fired again, until she was left with a single round. He grasped desperately to what remained of the asylum, his legs, and an arm was blown off.
Yet, similar to the hole, they quickly regenerated and he retaliated by a clap sending a massive shock-wave directed at her. Narrowly, she avoided it, only to be bashed over, by what felt like an invisible sucker punch. She struggled to regain balance as her titanic sack had more than doubled in size since she had begun the fight and was dangerously low to the ground again.
Her armored bodysuit sloshed with so much sexual fluid now it seeped out of her neckline, the pressure inside steadily mounted. Despite this her reproductive organs only seemed to quadruple their production, the pressure inside them was unbearable as the torrents of fluid they leaked grew into waterfalls.
Desperately the Indagator needed to end the fight and relieve herself. It was then, the lion morph charged, and swatted her aside. Unfortunately, due to the ridiculous mass, the Indagator carried when she hit the asylum building it felt she'd just been smashed into by a tank. Her bones cracked, as concrete and re-bar were buried into her back. Dazed, Amanda fought to keep her eyes open but quickly found it fruitless.
Pain writhed throughout her body, she had thought everything was over. As her vision darkened, the horse morph found herself, standing at the end of a long line of what appeared to be everything. It ranged from massive, celestial objects to the smallest pebble. The anthros she saw down the line peered at her with glowing green eyes. Suddenly her body brimmed with the combined energy of the whole cosmos. She opened her eyes. They glowed green, and she felt a gentle, warm, green fire dash across her fur.
In a split second, she blasted herself off the pile of rubble and landed with a crack behind the colossus. As she drew her sword, green flames consumed the blade as it steadily grew to outrageous proportions. Another blast had the colossus's arms cut off. The Indagator repeated the same action, removing his second arm, then his legs. A giant, hyper-muscled torso landed on the ground with a thud. The lion's face showed pure dread.
"What are you?!" He desperately called out, as tears began forming in his eyes.
Calmly, the horse walked away, picked up her gigantic rifle snatched the last shell, and imbued with an insensate amount of power. It burst into flames, as she loaded it into the breech. Strangely Amanda felt like she knew everything, felt connections she never knew existed, and felt the whole universe connected as one pouring all its energy into her.
With a gentle pull of the trigger, Amanda swore the rifle ripped open the very fabric of the cosmos with its roar. The shell, burned brightly, and found its mark creating an explosion so intense, the very ground rumbled as a very large mushroom cloud enveloped, herself, and the area around her generating a massive shock-wave, uprooting trees with winds ten times stronger than any hurricane.
Afterward, she felt the energy leave her. Her green eyes returned to their cat-like nature, and the green flames faded away from her. She swayed and stumbled falling backward on her bubbly rear landing with a thud. Grasping her head she complained, then fell over passing out.