#tw burning

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Omg wish you a good read!

my burning marks are barely visible, just a lighter shade than my skintone, they will disappear this summer with the sunlight and I won't have anymore sh marks, just a few old scars :((

[They couldn't stop crying. The sound of sizzling meat did little to drown out the child's sobbing.

"Sir... Are you sure this...", a maid tried to raise a concern, only to be shut down by Sir Hagar's free hand waving her away. There was nothing she could do to interfere, simply obeying the order and walking away. Such was life in the Academy.

Despite the fact that the child knew this well, Tisa didn't stop screaming for the maid to come back. Help. Do something. It hurts. Luckily for Sir Hagar's eardrums, it gave up when the door closed.

"Shh...", Sir Hagar pet the child's hair, comforting it, "We just need to get rid of your fingerprints, okay? The less you move, the easier it'll be!"

His soft tone did little to interrupt the six-year-old's screaming. Whatever the child wanted to say was silenced when, in its struggle, they jammed its entire palm onto the frying pan.

"See? That's what happens when you don't listen...", holding the child's hand in place, forcing it to defy all instincts and logic that tell a child to take away a hand from a sizzling, sweat-oiled frying pan. An object, forced to be altered as this man saw fit. Not that Tisa understood that yet, though. Just screaming and crying away, incomprehensible and choking on their own tears.

"Shh...", as Tisa's hand went limp in his, he finally allowed it away from the frying pan, "There we go... It's okay to cry for now, you're only young. Just stop squirming, okay?"

Icarus does not take kindly to security breaches they do not like that the exiatence of the EUWE-Class was leaked an elite raiding party should be there to take care of you within-

[A violent explosion rocks Styx's hovel.]

Now. I hope they ruin your FUCKING blackberries first

Oh you fucking cun- 【Artemis subroutines engaged】

【Vibrations in a web】

【The spider bites】

[Every potential avenue of this blinkspace entity is diverted to ensure maximum lethality.]

[Styx bursts forward from the hatch-door with an acceleration that simply ignores inertia, maw distended with the barrel of a crackling arc projector, it's coils blue with heat. Optical and auditory sensors regis-/-//-///---//-/--//----Flickers of light reflect of carapce and the twitching of mandibles in her ears】

[On Rao Co station, dormant graywash maniples sputter to life and begin assimilating panels-rubber-copper before falling, falling into an acidic, salty mass of lipids and proteins. Each sign of life threat is consumed.] [A sword buries itself in her armoured hide, twisting in a crescent arc and exposing whirring servos below. Styx roars, throws herself at the bipedal wretch and fires, lightning arcing as a hole burns through a sensor suite and leaps towards a hunched cataphract, glancing off ablative layers.]

[A squad of pipecleaners breaks from their nest, lashing out at personell that are repairing cutting breaking hurting. They launch themselves at the workers, limbs flicking out to tear at ligaments and render harm-inflicting appendages useless.]

[A hail of bullets sings across Styx's outer layers, diverting her attention to a hexapodal mass hunched in her blackberries, SPOILING HER DEN, her paracode slinks out and drags their systems into the static with paralytic venom]

[The wolf's claws drag her forward with traction, Cherenkov spilling from teeth as lips pull back, crescent fangs meeting a digital throat as safety protocols control rods fail to engage. By the time she moves on, the avatar is more destroyed than any tangible body.]

[Nine hyenas-pike-lions-crows surround her, baying with motor-rattles and engine-sputters, before a field of familiar tension-light flickers into being. Unacceptable- she cracks open the earth with practiced ease, bursting from beneath a projected shell and tearing out the warm wiring and core of flesh within]

[Purview artillery batteries, barely re-armed after spontaneous failure, immediately shoot out aircraft in the sky, like fish in a barrel]

[Just as the shell crumples, so does her armour - not by choice, as with the ignition of her claws, but from a blast, a cubic foot of C4 simply thrown in her general direction - blasting her apple tree to pieces in the process as a whole limb is blasted clean off. The form and type of whatever did that is obliterated too quickly to be seen, Styx's form once again crossing space two steps per footfall before tearing the vaguely humanoid metal shape to ribbons. Meat audibly writhes as the missing limb is reformed, flesh turning to bone turning to steel.]

[The white witch bursts outwards with volitional impulses, stamping down fences meant to prevent just this, a psychological lymphocyte turned physical - the extension of the self reaching out, engulphing prey and making it part of itself. These shapes are made into teeth that this form lacks. In other words, everyone and everything within range is immediately torn apart, blood plasma, lacking hemoglobin, splatters everywhere as a ferrous mass turns violence upon the survivors - 80 dead within the first few seconds] [The second set of claws flashes out just in time to turn the machine into a whirlwind of violence, the cataphract slamming directly into her flayed form just in time to be split in two like a cross-section.] [She is fierce. Ferocity is not enough, against nine elites.]

[For a moment she can barely move, doubled over in pain as fire and lead bathes her form, systems barely pushing back against the witch's intrusion] 〔Let me do it.〕

【Not a chance】

[Fire meets fire as Styx impales the witch on her claws, twirling on piston-hoisted heels and hurling it at an assault, knocking it from it's feet. Comms chatter sputters out as the pilot cries for help and is crushed underfoot as she pounces onto the pyro that dared to challenge her in a battle of flame.]

[Flesh boils from metal bone, but arcing energy soon lets out a smell of burning human and glass. Archer rounds splatter into layers of meat and rupture hydraulics before space bends, and it is close, and it is bitten, and it is dead.]

【A snarl, as rain returns, nay, hail, biting with cold】

[Nowhere to Run: Superstructure damage detected!]

[A hive's cloud obscures the machine-beast, eating biting killing ripping tearing off fragments of her again and agian losing pieces falling aprt-]

[Reactor fire bursts from her chest and strikes the mirage directly in the legs, as it's own reactor bursts into flames - styx having bricked the damn thing like a phone. The biting flies fall asleep just in time for a monowire to wrap around her face and cut-]

[Her snout. Gone. Casket armour exposed.]

〔Die〕

[The specter (presumably, that's what it was) is struck with tendrils of flesh, seeping into the cracks, filling the gaps, and twisting. Optical sensors - EYES. Meaty eyes, violently blue, wrap around the exposed armour as flesh turns to bone, glare]

[The machine that is a monster that is a brilliant wolf watches as the ronin charges, ready to cut into metafold.]

【Come here then】

[Black. No, that word is not sufficient. There is no single word capable of describing the absence of data that comes from the hole in space. The hole brings the ronin closer, as Callsign Interloper simply mauls the warrior to death.]

[With it's allies fallen, Styx can take her time with this one. She peels apart layers of armour, holding sword-limbs away from herself as her own body actively falling apart, before letting her reactor stabilise...]

[And unleashing three point-blank annihilator blasts consecutively.]

〔Partition unstable. Reifying...】

[Her form, disintegrating, reaches a state of pseudo stability. Deeply damaged, but no longer actively deteriorating.]

[The entire engagement took one min twenty secs.]