He REALLY disliked this assignment, which is why he discarded subtlety altogether in letting this yoma go off on a spree.
A seven foot tall skeleton that had a lot of bones that weren't quite human in shape, with a long withered scorpion's tale, carrying a scythe that glimmered with dark magics. Subtle as a dwarf's warhammer, but just as effective in its way.
It raced through the streets, slashing metal cans open as it followed the traces of prey. It wasn't killing anyone, but it could come back and do that later. Just the fear it was evoking was enough to give it a little buzz, an effect like downing a few beers to a college student.
"You! Stop right there!"
The yoma's red eyes focussed on the uniformed human facing it. No weapons. No armor. What in the Dark Kingdom was this human doing?
"You're under arrest. Take that costume off now!"
The yoma reached out and lifted the human by its neck, examining it. Blustering pride? It preferred fear and hatred. Some yoma would find this sort of human quite tasty, but it had a job to do. The yoma flicked the human away, throwing him across the street and through one of the curious glass sheets they fronted their stores with.
The ones who stopped screaming to watch went back to screaming and running around aimlessly. Much better.
Ah. This was where the prey was. There were also many of the grublings that the humans produced. Much fear and pain to be gathered here, once the main objective was done.
"Do you smell that?"
(sniff sniff) "Smells like demon"
"What do you suppose a demon is doing around here?"
"Hmmmm. Maybe he's lost?"
"D-d-d-d-dragon!" stammered the teacher, pointing at the ventilation duct.
"Didn't you say there was no such things as dragons," complained a little girl. "Adults can be so confusing. Make up your mind!"
A little boy with glasses straightened and proclaimed with pride. "My daddy tells me there is no such thing as gods or demons or dragons or Santa Claus. It's all made up to sell stuff."
Several of the other kindergardners reacted with either disdain or dismay to that statement.
SLASH! came a briefly glowing line across door and section of wall.
CRASH! went the wall and door into little pieces.
"Graaaaaaa!" said the yoma who couldn't help not having a tongue or lips and therefore an inability to discourse properly.
The teacher screamed and flattened herself against one wall, suddenly surrounded by equally screaming children.
"It's all Hiroshi's fault for saying they don't exist," suggested one of the other children.
Ranma frowned and got up from his desk. He might be a little kid, but his legs weren't shaking too much. That was an awful big demon though. "MAKOTO! MINAKO!"
Two dragons flew from the grate to flank Ranma and hiss at the yoma.
(Posted Sat, 24 Apr 2004 07:13)
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