Yossarian slowly ripped his glove and coat off, taking out the metal capsule and tucking it in his pants pockets, and slid off his leather belt. His body crying out in pain at his every action, he forced the pain back. His body running purely off his determination and adrenaline.
He needed to be light, he needed to be able to move without destroying anything valuable to him. He brought his right-hands palm to his face, shutting his eye's and trying to push out all his senses.
His vision faded, his consciences slipped back into the dark void of his internal body. Instead of focusing on his spine, his consciousness fixated on his palm, realising in his mind the small mark that lay there.
He had activated the mark before, yet each time possessing a lengthy distance to the other, Yossarian using the mark sparingly. Thus the sensation of using its power hit him at full blast, each time, his body never able to get used to it.
He felt a void suddenly grow in his palm, a foreign substance sliding and crawling out. Tendrils wrapping and extending first to his arm, then to his body, the substance seeming to penetrate deep within his body, sucking at his life's energy.
That's when the power hit, his body seeming to grow, muscles bulging and tightening, a new wind of energy pulsating through him. His internal body became a torrent of power, washing away his pain and tiredness until he felt like a new person.
Across the forest, Ruby continued to shoot the beast, once in the leg, another in his hand, before needing to reload. She was desperately trying to drag it's attention away from Georgia, who was still being chased.
The beast didn't stop, its tall and bulky figure being an unstoppable force of strength and muscle, terrifying Ruby. This was a problem that she had never encountered before, a being of supernatural presence that effortlessly overwhelmed her.
It threw it's massive fist from its side towards her, the velocity of the fist almost striking her before she had time to roll out of the way, feeling a strong current of wind blow past.
Her fingers started to shake as she tried to slip in another magazine into the semi-automatic pistol, continuously missing the hole in the grip. The beast went back to Georgia, gripping her by the back of her brown cotton blouse, flinging her towards him.
Ruby seeing this, suppressed her fears, setting her mind on the task in front of her. She snapped the clip in whilst running towards the two, deciding to slide under its arm, blowing two rounds into its thick forearms, blood gushing onto her.
The man only hesitated for a moment because of the wounds, growling at Ruby and lifting its right leg in order to squash her. Ruby darted out of the way, her legs dancing close to each other, swirling back around to the man. She launched another volley of bullets, riskily shooting closer to his wrist, trying to cause his grip to loosen.
"Georgia force yourself out!" She shouted, slamming her body momentarily into the man's body, shifting his weight back.
Georgia, panicking, flailed her hands, only slightly smacking the person's hands and falling to the leaf invested floor. Ruby shot the man's head, stunning him, before running to Georgia, pulling her away.
"Move it girl." She ordered, flinging Georgia again, turning back in time to see a fist coming for her face. Ruby's legs purposefully gave out, slightly sending her body back, the fist grazing her face, knuckles however still slamming into the side of her face. Her body was sent hard into the ground, more than a meter away.
Georgia watched helplessly as Ruby was brutally punched, fear haunting her thoughts, her survival senses moving her legs. She looked away and continued running, cursing her uselessness.
The man watched Georgia flee, wild, burning eyes fixating on her, his interest quickly lost on Ruby.
Then a thunderous smack was heard, causing Georgia to turn back. Yossarian stood their, his hand out in a punch, the man was bent over, head out to the side. A pile of leaves were built up behind the man's legs as his entire body was pushed, leaving a dirt trail in the ground.
Yossarian turned over to Georgia with an energetic smile. His appearance shocked her. his head was lined with black, tattoos, etched and curved sharply, creating shapes similar to branches. His entire right arm infested with similar lines, all stemming back to his palm, the original mark now condensed into a small, complete circle.
The man let out a deafening cry, his voice physically causing Georgia's legs to lock in place and muscles to tighten up. The man rushed forward raising up his fists, slashing out his left hand at mesmerizing speed, slamming right into Yossarian's gut.
Yossarian let out a loud grunt, his feet lifting slightly into the air. Yet he grabbed the arm with one of his hands, quickly jabbing his fist into the other person's throat. This caused the man to stumble back, wheezing for air.
Yossarian spat out a build-up of saliva in his mouth, satisfaction flowed through his mind, as he saw the man gasp for air, slightly chuckling before his abs cried in pain. He felt amazing, his body muscles screamed with power, his movements light, yet strong, every ache in his body replaced with power.
He brought his guard back up, eye's gleaming over the man's body, searching for his next area to attack. His eyes fell on the man's legs.
Yossarian launched himself forward, whilst the man quickly recovered from his first strike. Yossarian slipped to the guys left, utilizing his sudden shock, inserting his right leg through the man's feet, throwing his right arm into his head and gripping the man's left leg with his own left arm.
He slammed the man to the ground, causing him to be breathless. Yossarian, still holding the man's left leg, smashed the leg's knee with his other hand, smiling at the sound crack of bone after three strikes, the man letting out a fiendish cry.
Yossarian stepped back, his own hand hurting, the pain quickly receding. However, Yossarian's mind let out a deep throb, stunning him. The mark's tendrils inserting themselves deeper inside him, slowly strangling his body and mind. The torrent of energy inside of him, growing in strength, a power Yossarian wasn't use too.
Amidst Yossarian's struggle, the man slowly crept back up, his leg crunching and snapping back together. Sensing Yossarian's sudden distraction, he quickly stepped forward, sending a hook into Yossarian's head, then an upper cut into Yossarians abdomen.
Yossarian doubled back, regaining his senses, he tried to defend the next blow, through a poor guard to his chin as the man attempted to uppercut his head. The fist smashing Yossarian's arms, forcing him to cry through his teeth in pain. Yossarian in reply, grabbed the fist and elbowed the man in the face, on his undefended side.
The two stumbled away from each other, pain and rage flaring in their eyes. Adrenaline pumped through their veins, their greed spiking, minds set on getting another blow in before the other.
Another headache hit Yossarian hard, he bit his tongue trying to focus his senses on the fight at hand. Yossarian knew he was in a losing battle of attrition. His body couldn't keep up with the mark and its overwhelming power, along with its consequences.
His weakness was obvious to his opponent who went in for another volley of blows, Yossarian was forced into the defensive. Yossarian looked for any signs of strain in the man, any toll on his body from his excessive regeneration or inhuman strength. Yet he showed no signs of weakness, on the outside anyway. The man's mouth frothing with saliva, his focus unaffected by his disgusting look.
Yossarian needed to end the fight, and soon. Another headache slammed into his mind. The height distance was overwhelming now for Yossarian, who prided himself on his stature, usually taller than most individuals. Yet the man stood above him by a staggering amount, his long arms making it harder for Yossarian to strike back, forcing him to wait.
Then Yossarian, after ducking a blow, noticed a small scab on the man's chin, from his previous blow.
He saw his moment, he blocked the man's attempt at a hook to his face. Diving into his guard, Yossarian launched an uppercut to the man's cut abs, then elbowed his armpit with his right hand, before sending up and launching his right leg into his stomach, forcing him back.
Yossarian grabbed the metal capsule, ripped off it's pin and flung it at the man's face. Yossarian hid his face as he dived his hands into the leaves, from the bright light that erupted from the capsule. Small windows opened from the capsule, upon the pulling of the pin, enabling the suddenly ignited powder inside to send out a blinding light.
Yossarian drove himself back up from the ground, his hands tightly clutching the revolver he lost upon getting sent into the tree. He dashed behind the blinded man, joy flickering through his mind from his contraption going off so well.
Yossarian planted the revolver into the man's Achilles tendon, blowing it up, causing the man to fall to the ground. Yossarian then scrambled to the back of the man's head and unloaded the remaining three bullets. The head becoming a horrid sight of gore, causing Yossarian to look away in disgust.
Yet the man didn't move, the parts of his head scattered in the ground. Yossarian laughed whilst walking towards the completely stunned and motionless onlookers of Ruby and Georgia. Their shared expressions causing Yossarian to laugh even harder, his head feeling light and dizzy.
"Even after turning that man's head into an art piece, you two still carry the same fucking expression. Fucking ludicrous!" Yossarian cried out into the sky before his remaining amount of consciousness slipped away. His mind blacked out with his body as it fell to the ground.