Tonnie Seawolf can Kick Serious Ass!!!

Here I am again, doing the usual thing I do at work (AKA bored and not doing anything important) when I friend Jay also had the same dilemna. To get rid of our problem, we had decided to play RPG via Yahoo! Instant Messenger. This is the first time I am going to do this since we usually meet when we play RPG. And since I left Jay to deal with the dice rolls (mostly because I don’t have my own set of dice and I’m in the office after all), my job is to “act out” what my character Tonnie should be doing in the situation.

So, let me just get into my writing shoes and relate to you what happened through Tonnie’s eyes.

There I was, dragged out of the physical plane and into the umbra. I had been here before, that time when Ann sacrificed herself just to save us. I remembered that day like it was only yesterday. And it kept on haunting me even when Matthew was already born and my husband long dead and living in my knife. I was still painful as I recall that day. And I guess Damon thought that in brining me to his realm he could easily kill me because of those painful memories. He was wrong.

The Place looks like hell. The throbbing walls and floors of muscle are now a soft spongy mass, with strange umbral maggots feasting on the remains of Kemmler's realm. The giant corpse of the dead pregnant woman lies in a state of half decay on the wall, her abdomen slashed open. To my left there is nothing but void, nearly half of the realm sent into oblivion by Cutter's Nuke. I gave a silent bow to my friend Cutter for the good job that he has done with the place. A small smile crept up my face as I saw the devastation around me.

I looked up and saw Damon. He was hovering above me, several cables sputtering sparks as he takes out Hellrazor and holds it to one side. His avatar was pumping so hard like it was about to explode. Electronic cables of some sort were connected to Damon making them look like one entity.

"My father sends his regards, Seawolf." He snarls, "By the time I'm done with you, his revenge against Alex and Angela will be complete."

He was in pain, I could see it. Even if he hides it from me with his smart wisecracks, it doesn’t take much for someone with my expertise to see if someone is suffering or not. I am the embodiment of pain. Torment and torture doesn’t pass me without my knowing. All these years that I have been a masochist, I know the different aspects of pain. I could see it when others don’t. I feel it and take pleasure of the sweet agony that it gives me. Pain has been a part of my blood that moment my parents died in the hands of the Technocracy. I am pain. And I smile at the thought of knowing that Damon was in pain. Pain because of my making.

I brought out my knife, the ancient knife given to me so long ago by my grandfather. In it is the spirit of the knife combined with my husband’s soul plus all other souls who were willing enough to help us in our crusade. Against my will, I had agreed in adding Andrew in my knife. A last wish he asked of me so that even in death we could be together…my pacifist husband, he must be screaming inside that knife every time I use it to defend myself.

I looked up at Damon with a with a half-smile on my face, crouching low getting ready to strike, I said, "That's Mrs. Seawolf-Crescent to you, little boy..."

I cried out and jumped up at Damon bringing in all the force I could get from myself and Brus – the spirit who was willingly helping me out by adding his strength, personality and ideals. Honestly, I was hoping to be helped my Bruce Lee. He has helped me more times in the past than any other spirit that has helped me before but he wasn’t there the time I called out to him instead Brus answered my call. We got out on the wrong foot but he’s helping me out with everything he’s got now. I guess after trying to call out to Bruce Lee again and still didn’t answer, he got mad and I guess was trying to prove himself to me that he could be better than the Hong Kong legend.

Damon wailed as I hack downwards with my spirit knife, digging deep into his arm opposite his elbow, swinging my legs over to carve a straight line around his arm, sparks flying as I cut it clean off his arm, his sword landing with a sick squelch as it lands on the floor.

"AAAarrrghh!" Damon shrieked as he pulled back, extending his other arm to fire off a bolt of pure Entropy...

I landed next to his arm still with a smile on my face. I picked up his arm and raised it for him to see.

“If I must,” I said. “I will take you a piece at a time.”

This got Damon mad. You can see it as he readied himself to attack. With a word of power, Damon unleashed to Entropy bolt, sending it crackling with energy towards me. Narrowing my eyes, I darted quickly to one side barely evading the energy ball as it vaporizes the floor where I were standing, dark, foul smelling ichor bubbling up from the wound even as I regain my balance. That was too close…WAY TOO CLOSE…

But I pretended not to care. I was exhausted after my last attack but I ignored it. I can feel pain in my body and feels soooo gooood!!! Brus was confused and could not understand why I enjoyed feeling the pain. But he continued to help me. He was helping me get passed the exhaustion. I looked up at Damon and tried to anger him more by saying, "I guess you're losing your touch Damon. You couldn’t hit me even if you tried."

I jumped up again and tried to slash his other arm out as well. As I jumped again knife ready, Damon whirled around, muttering something under his breath. I felt myself knocked away. I fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of me, every part of my body was aching and it feels sooo wonderful!!! My head cleared out from the clouds and I know what to do. It took time before I got up again. Damon probably thinks that I was knocked out called because he flew up out of reach. I can see that his eyes are closed and very slowly tendrils began to snake out of his severed arm. He was beginning to regenerate.

I looked around if I could find anything that could be useful to throw at him. I know that if I don’t stop him now, he will get his old strength back and I have no way of stopping him. Even with Brus inside me, I know it was impossible if he regained that arm once more.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in that place that could help me out. There were a lot of maggots, dead flesh and the giant woman's corpse, but nothing that could help me out in this situation.

I looked down at my knife and sighed. I hadn’t done this trick at all but I have no choice. The chances of success is very limited but I have to give it a try. It was the only way to defeat him.

I gripped my knife until my knuckles began to whiten with the effort. Looking at it memorizing the curves and the intricate design of the handle, I know it will be the last time I will see it that way. I took a few deep breaths and tried to concentrate. I held my amulet that was around my neck and focused on the power within it. I started talking to my knife, explaining to it what was about to happen.

“You have to help me out with this sweetie,” I said softly like I would a child. “It’s the only way.”

With that, I readied to throw it at the resting Damon. Still holding my amulet for support, I took one last look at my beloved knife before I threw it at Damon’s direction.

Damon's eyes open in shock as I hurled my spirit knife towards him. In mid-air the knife sang with the voices of your ancestors, my beloved husband and all the souls of Damon's victims as a stream of soul energy trailed after the weapon, rising up like a miniature star towards him...

Damon cried out as the knife struck his heart, burrowing inside his chest as the spirit energy lashes out to him, tearing through every single fiber of his being, the song of the spirits rose in triumph as Damon's burnt hulk of a body falls unceremoniously to the ground... The knife's handle clatters to one side of him, thin tendrils of smoke rising from it. The blade is gone, shattered into uncounted shards when it struck Damon to deal the killing blow...

A tear escaped my eye as I saw what happened. It was like a piece of me has been cut out of my body and I wasn’t whole anymore. It was like losing my husband all over again. And with Matthew still missing, that was the only comfort that I had. Now it was gone…
“That was for Ann, you bastard.” I said in triumph despite the pain.

As I inspect Damon’s remain, I saw something glowing in the umbra. I went closer to pick it up, and I saw a trail of spirit energy following it where your blade used to be.

“It’s not the end after all,” I said to myself smiling.

Still smiling, I slash it in midair, parting the Umbra once again. Using my knowledge of the spirit world to guide you back to the world as you left it but stopped suddenly as I saw a glimpse of something shinny near Damon’s body. I looked back and saw a crystal-like object. I remembered it came from Creation. And I sensed Ms. Angela’s and Dr. Alex’s presence there.

“What the hell are they doing in Creation?” I wondered aloud.

There was only way to find out. I have to go there as well.

I have to talk to Jay so we could continue Tonnie's Adventure. Hope you guys liked it. Feel free to email me your comments as well. :D