Slev Torrent- Tansental- Otto's Lost And Found

Slev charged through the mud, ragged breaths wheezing from his lungs. He lifted the makeshift shield. He had snagged in the garage before it burst into flames. Angling to the right of Boletella, he was going to try and draw him away from the garage so Otto could get out without being eaten or whatever else this fucking monster would do.

Slev just caught sight of the massive shoulder-mounted plasma launcher being locked into position, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it right now either. Slev prayed and trained his eyes on Boletela as the cannon lit up a purple sun in its barrel.

Slev saw the magenta light dim, showing that the cannon was primed. Boletela pointed a claw at him and roared in victory, willing the weapon to fire. Something wrenched Boletela slightly off balance the moment he fired. The magenta ball seared through the air and disintegrated a massive section of Otto's walls. Sending dust and debris swirling throughout the already hazy yard.

Slev just barely saw what had saved him a second before he made it to cover. Chitters Was screeching and tearing into one of Bolatela's massive legs as hard as he could.

Boletala

Boletela roared in triumph; the hunt would be over with this shot! He felt some sadness as he willed his weapon to sunder the legs of the human, he wished it had survived longer. His ship being stolen ended up being the best thing to happen in a decade. As the ball of barely contained plasma began its flight, Boletela felt his leg be savagely impacted, wrenching his shot off target. Had the human managed to fire? No, he looked down and was actually stunned for the first time in centuries.

There was a Vorimiri Ghost of all things tearing at his leg. Bolelela lunged downward, grabbing the flailing beast in his claws. It was so small....what was a fething infant ghost doing on this swamp world? The human...the human had somehow convinced this creature to be his warbeast. That was the only explanation.

Boletela stared dispassionately at Chitters for a moment before sinking his maw into its scrabbling legs. He tore free one of the spindly legs in a shower of blood and brutally threw it aside. Then he heaved the writhing mass of blades into the mud behind him.

Boletela was turning to cut off the fleeing human when something hit him hard, tearing through the meat of his already damaged calf and actually bouncing off his reinforced bones hard enough that he felt it crack. Intresting, Boletela looked up and saw the human unsteadily advancing towards the flailing and screeching ghost writhing in the mud. The human was holding a very large rifle with one hand, the barrel resting on the back of his other arm. Boletela spun, using his wings to avoid the next cracking rail shot.

“Get the fuck away from Chitters, you piece of shit!” The human practically snarled at him, firing again, but this time Boletela deflected the blow with his tail. The impact, however, slightly spun him in the mud.

Boletela roared out a challenge. "YES, HUMAN, SHOW ME WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT!” Boletela fired his cannon. Moments after, the human fired another desperate, shaky shot.

Slev

Slev was shooting the best he could with his fucked-up hand, that piece of shit had bitten off one of Chitter's legs and thrown him into the mud. He had to get the little guy out of here! Nothing he was doing was doing fuck all to the monster. A swarm of black nanites were pouring from his wounds, stitching him back together faster than Slev was doing damage even with the railgun. Slev fired one more desperate shot, clipping the asshole right in the face. He saw it shear off metallic teeth and snap the things head back violently.

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Then it fired, a ball of pure energy sailed straight at him. Slev jumped forward the best he could, but the explosion tore into him. His world was pain and fire. He was on his side in the mud, a few meters from Chitters. Slev struggled to his feet but limply fell back over. He looked down at himself in dawning horror. The lower half of his armor was glowing bright red, and his left leg from the knee down was simply gone.

Slev looked at his foe as he strode closer. He ripped the sword from his back, but before he would even ignite it, Boletela expertly slapped it from his hand and placed a clawed foot heavily on his chest.

Boletela towered above Slev. "Human, before you die, I wish you to know my name. I am Boletela, the chain breaker. Boletela, the slayer of worlds. Boletela, the immortal, and I acknowledge you as one of the few true warriors left in this galaxy.”

Slev looked up at him. “You took a bite out of Chitters, I don't give a fuck who you are. I swear, after I kill you, I'm going to let him eat you.”

Boletela snarled “Good bravery until the last, if we had met on the battlefield a millennium ago, you might have been the end of my Warsong.”

The whirling dust and fog of the yard was swept away by indescribably loud and grating cannon fire. piercing through the mist in trailing comets of orange and white. Glorious iridescent impacts strobed across Boletela's chest, punching holes into his form. Throwing him from his position of dominance clear across the yard and out of sight into the burning rubble of Otto's shop. Slev looked over in shock at the multi-barreled cannon meters long protruding from a turret cowling on the top of his ship.

"Oh, thank fuck..the squid got to the ship." Slev painfully heaved himself towards Chitters. "Suck a dick, you overinflated gecko!" Slev shouted to no one in particular, quickly pulling out coagulant packs to stem Chitter's bleeding.

With a few moments of work with his good hand, Slev got the bleeding on Chitters down to a minimum. There was a horrible gaping wound where his front right leg had been. Chitters had stopped flailing defensively and just let out agonized whines. Slev started crawling towards his ship, pulling Chitters along behind him as best he could. Foot by foot, Slev inched forward through the mud, only kept conscious by all the drugs Reaper was pumping into him.

Slev tried to comfort Chitters. "Don't worry, buddy, you will be all better in a week or two, with a shiny new leg. Just like me, we can be all adorable, matching, and shit while we eat grilled lizard."

Slev was halfway across the yard and fading fast when Otto appeared next to him and handed him a rope to hold onto. Slev clutched onto the cargo whinch rope for dear life as Otto pulled him and chitters roughly into the cargo hold.

Slev was starting to feel the shock set in. "Otto, thanks. We need to get Chitters to a hospital right the fuck now!”

Otto looked at them both. “You both need immediate attention, I can call ambrosias."

A brutal roar Filled with spite, rage, and pain, it shook the entire cargo hold.

Slev looked out in horror. "Holy shit, its not dead, fuck it was using healing nanites. Otto Chitters and I will last for a bit get us the fuck out of here.” With that, Otto dashed over to close the cargo door. And not a moment too soon, a blast of purple energy hit the ship, leaking into the cracks of the door as it closed.

“Fuck, FUCK” Slev slammed a fist against the metal floors.

Boletela

Boletela Roared and twice more washed his own ship, purifying magenta flames as it rocketed away. He dove into cover, lest they use the ship against him again. He couldn’t believe it, they had shot him with his own ship. Boletela looked at his wounds. There were three massive holes through his torso, and part of his spine had been ripped out by the impact.

The nanites were already breaking down his surroundings to add materials to his restoration. Boletela looked as his ship faded into the atmosphere. The human had won, there was no such thing as a fair fight, and to say there was is the folly of a lesser warrior. There is no cheating, only victory, and the human has won. Boletela doubled over in pain as manic laughter racked him.

Boletela made his way to the street. It was crowded, with dozens of people looking about numbly at the carnage and burning buildings. Everyone who saw him ran in fear until finally a corporate gunship touched down. The soldiers that piled out of it didn't dare even raise their weapons against him. typical of those who only bully the weak.

He pointed a clawed hand dripping in gore and nanites at the soldier in the most colorful armor. “You, give me your communication device." The man almost dropped it in his panic to hand it over to Boletela.

Boletela input a number it only rang once before Uradon picked up. "Yeah, boss?”

“Uradon, get the press to hold an audience, I wish to declare a new rival before the galaxy.”

Uradon paused. “Are you shitting me, he survived? How?”

Boletela smiled “Yes, he survived in fact, he won this battle. I am declaring the old rules. This was but the first battle, the war is far from over.”

"Alright, boss, did you want me to go ahead with our plan for dealing with the treacherous bitch who got my uncle killed and tried to play you for a fool?" Uradon still fumed every time he thought about Orima.

There was a deep chuckle. “I think it's high time I paid a visit to the puppeter. I wish to personally thank her for this new purpose of mine.”

Boletela handed the communications device back to a terrified soldier and made his way down the street, trailing fear in his wake.