Games
Author pov
Gabi's mind was a battlefield, his thoughts consumed by terror as he struggled to maintain control of his body in the physical world. But it was too late, the horror in his eyes betrayed him as his body became an immovable statue, a vessel for the cursed spirit to use as she pleased. Makima snarled with fury, knowing that her teammate had fallen victim to the cursed spirit's manipulation. She wasted no time, sending two pawns to assist Gabi and drive the spirit away. Higanbana moved with effortless grace, her mischievous grin never leaving her face as she effortlessly dodged every attack thrown her way. But Tojo and Gojo were determined, working together to launch a surprise attack. The black-haired male swung his blade with deadly precision, aiming for Higanbana's head while the white-haired male struck from behind with a swift black flash attack aimed at her torso. But to their shock, the cursed spirit grabbed the sharp sword with her bare hands, blood spilling down from her wounds as she held onto it without flinching. And just like that, Higanbana's other hand gripped Gojo's wrist in a vice-like grip, turning the tables on the attackers.
" We have been through this already. Can you both at least spice this up for me?" Her voice dripped with disdain as she effortlessly lifted both of their bodies into the air, her movements fluid and precise. With fierce determination, she engaged in hand-to-hand combat, striking blows with calculated force against her opponents. Each punch and kick landed with a resounding impact, the air filled with grunts and the sound of colliding bodies. They were no match for her skill and ferocity, and soon they lay defeated at her feet, panting and bruised.
Makima clapped both of her hands together as her sights were glued to the woman, "The lives of my pawns I made a contract with shall come through to fight along my side," she uttered as she twisted her hands the opposite from each other and sealed the deal as she intertwined both of her middle fingers.
Higanbana's eyes narrowed with a deadly calm as she raised her hand, ready to deliver the final blow to the two men lying helplessly at her feet. But before she could strike, an explosion of power rocked through her arm, causing her purple blood to spray in all directions - splattering across her face and staining her once pristine skin. She trembled with uncontrollable confusion. "Huh . . ." Her eyes widened as she looked down at her bare shoulder, where her arm used to be. She lifted her other hand to touch the empty space but felt nothing but air. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just happened and how she could have lost her arm in an instant. It was like a nightmare come true, and she couldn't understand how it could have happened.
Toji's face twists into a wicked grin as he seizes the opportunity to strike. Swinging his sword with deadly precision, he aims for Higanbana's vulnerable spot. But she is not fooled by his sly tactic and reacts swiftly, using her remaining hand to launch a counterstrike. The impact is fierce, sending both of them flying backward in a clash of steel and flesh. Higanbana regained her balance and her only arm was left to explode like how her other arm went out. Toji and Gojo refuse to back down, their determination only growing as they continue their brutal assault on the now-disfigured spirit.
Higanbana sways unsteadily, her body trembling from the relentless blows of the two males before her. Defeated and broken, she stares with an expression of pure despair painted on her face. But in an instant, silver figaro chains explode out of her body, coiling tightly around her form like a deadly serpent's embrace. And at the end of these metallic restraints looms a grim reaper, holding her hostage with cold indifference. The air around them is thick with an ominous ash-grey aura, chilling and foreboding.
" Force contract succeed," Makima's black stiletto heels clicked against the pavement as she confidently strutted towards the cursed spirit. Her face was twisted in a mixture of anger and frustration, her eyes blazing with determination to finally end this long-awaited battle. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to face her opponent head-on. "Now kneel before me," Her voice reverberates through the desolate field, drowning out any other sound with its fierce demand. Higanbana's body quakes uncontrollably as she falls to her knees under the weight of that powerful tone. Her eyes lock onto the piercing gaze of the red-haired woman, feeling as though she is about to be consumed by an inferno of strength and dominance.
"What did you do to my Gabi?"As she leaned in, her brow furrowed with anticipation for the cursed spirit to answer her. She crossed off the last remaining pawns off the battlefield, knowing she had captured the one person she truly wanted.
A strangled, manic laughter escapes from Higanbana's mouth, causing the two sorcerers to freeze in confusion and fear. Each sound is like a razor blade scraping against their nerves, sending chills down their spines. Higanbana's eyes glint with madness as she continues to cackle uncontrollably, her body writhing as if controlled by some unseen force. The air around them feels thick and suffocating, tainted by the dark energy emanating from Higanbana's twisted form.
Gojo's eyebrows furrowed with concern as he leaned in closer to the red-haired woman "What happened to him, Makima?" he asked, his voice filled with worry and confusion.
" She did something to him. I don't know what but he's. . . not right." Her voice dropped to a low, guttural growl as she thought of Gabi's current suffering. Each word seemed to seethe with anger and helplessness, a coiled snake ready to strike at any moment. The weight of her emotions threatened to crush her as she imagined the pain and turmoil that Gabi must be enduring at this very moment.
The wicked cackle of Higanbana never ceased, growing louder with every passing moment. A tidal wave of hopelessness crashed over Makima, drowning her in a seething rage. With a fierce grip on the tangled bun of Higanabana's hair, she forced the cursed spirit to meet her gaze, eyes blazing with a fury that could scorch the earth. "Tell me now . . ." Her once colorful eyes turn into pools of pure darkness, reflecting a twisted and murderous intent. Higanbana's muscles tense and bulge as she fights off the grip of her opponent, her gaze fixed on the woman in front of her. With a fierce determination, she turns her head to the side, causing both Gojo and Makima to follow her line of sight. Their eyes bulge in shock as they see Higanbana standing tall and unscathed, radiating an intense aura with a chillingly calm expression on her face.
" Now, that was a show to watch." Higanbana's words are spoken with a cold, monotone voice that lacks any hint of laughter or joy, the sound of a blunt knife scraping against a plate.
The once luscious locks of Higanbana's hair that Makima held were twisted and writhed, transforming into the gnarled bark of a towering tree. The red-haired woman recoiled in horror as the tree shot up toward the sky, stretching out its twisted branches like accusing fingers. Engraved on the rough bark was a single word that seared into Makima's mind like hot iron - "pathetic". Her blood boiled with rage and humiliation at the cruel mockery etched in front of her.