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LEGACY OF THE BLAZERS - CHAPTER TWENTY
🕑 Added 2021-06-25 12:27:32 +0000 UTCCHAPTER TWENTY
Lux awoke, truly, with metal scraps stabbing into her skin.
Dried blood coated her skin, and no matter how much she twisted and turned, she wasn’t able to worm herself free. She was stuck, but when she craned her neck at a miserable angle and looked down at her lower half, she saw those tattered panties still clung to her. Shit, they were probably the only reason she had survived.
Was that all…real?
In a world where stuffed animals could talk and panties gave you superpowers, why couldn’t it be?
The blunt was still caught between her teeth, ashes from it drifting down onto her chin, and there was no way it so conveniently fell into her mouth after the crash. Plus it was stained with a faint lavender scent—Jess’ favorite perfume. Lux wondered if it would always carry that smell. She hoped it would.
You have to merge your panties and your eternal blunt. That was what Jess had told her, and though the thought of letting them mingle with the wolves terrified her(what if they ended up just like the snakes?), she had made a promise, and she wasn’t keen on breaking those. If that was what she had to do to beat Blowhole, then she would.
No more time to waste, she took a deep hit off her blunt, letting the smoke fill her lungs, and closed her eyes as an immense energy coursed through her. At the same time she called upon the power of her panties and cast aside her inhibition, knocking down the mental wall that she had put up to keep them both separate. That energy quickly became unruly, bursting out of her, blowing bits off rubble off her piece by piece until she was finally free and when she stood, she expected to see the wolves looming in front of her, massive and monstrous, ready to crush buildings under their mighty paws.
But they weren’t there.
In fact, she didn’t even realize how this energy was being used until she looked down and saw that merging the two powers had done something different for her than it had for Blowhole—her entire body was encased in a smoky armor so thick that you couldn’t see the glow of the panties through it and her fists were covered by the heads of the wolves.
Their teeth eagerly chomped, ready for battle. And, thank everything, their eyes were still their signature ocean blue. Unlike Jess’ snakes, the power of the panties hadn’t corrupted them. She guessed Blowhole was just such an asshole that the snakes couldn’t take it all of his negative energy.
“So this is our power,” she said. “It’s…awesome. And I prefer this, too. If we’re gonna go down, I’d rather go down like this, together.”
They snarled in agreement.
Lux strode forward, careful to avoid stepping on the serrated pieces of metal which formed a pathway around her. Eventually she spotted Blowhole leaving his own little pile of rubble. There was a field of flames between them, and once he pulled himself free, he trudged through it, glaring at her like she was everything wrong with the world.
Good. She wanted him pissed off. If he was pissed off, he wouldn’t toy with her, he’d go all out, and she wanted to beat him. She wanted him to feel hopelessly lost and to suffer as he breathed his last breaths. She wanted him to feel the pain he’d pushed upon so many other people.
Stuffing bulged out of various gashes on his fuzzy skin, and he had lost one of his tusks in the wreck. The other was chipped, nothing but a jagged, bony nub. He walked with a limp, dragging half of a flipper behind him, and as she waited for his usual dose of shit-talking, her eyes roamed the junkyard of rubble until she spotted Cy and Kern, piled atop each other, both covered in blood. She could faintly see Cy’s chest pulsing in and out—he was breathing, but who knew for how long?
She didn’t have time to enjoy this.
She needed to win quick and do something to save him.
Her eyes returned to Blowhole, who had stopped walking. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” she asked. “Watching everything you love get turned to shit so quickly?”
“Feels better for me than it does for you,” he said. “Because I know that, at the end of the day, I will win and you will die.”
“Your ego knows no bounds,” she said. “I could be driving a knife into your heart and you would still be convinced you’re going to come back.”
“Easy to be cocky when that pitiful little suit is the full extent of your power.”
“You’re right. I don’t need massive snakes to make me feel like I’ve got a big dick,” she said. “Your inferiority complex also knows no bounds.”
“You’ve only made it so far because I grew complacent. That’s okay, though. Everything’s okay. Because here and now, I’ll end this. I have to win.”
“It’s your God-given right,” Lux said, expecting that, like every moronic villain who ever tried to take over anything, he believed himself to be ‘chosen’ in some kind of way. “Enough yammering, Blowhole. Let’s. Fucking. Fight.”
Blowhole smudged his torn flipper down his chest, knocking away exposed bits of stuffing as he stood there drunkenly swaying with the wind. Then he took a hit off his Eternal Blunt. “So this is what it’s come to,” he groaned. “Me, elite of all elites, having my life’s work challenged by some girl desperate to play hero. I hope dying was worth it.”
This is it, guys, she thought, breathing in some smoke to reinvigorate herself. Time to kick some ass.
The snakes spawned in front of her, their heads rippling through the clouds and casting their shadow down for miles. That didn’t stop her from charging straight at them—she wanted to test the strength of this new suit out!
She threw a walloping punch which reverberated through one of the snakes’ entire body but didn’t pierce the smoke or do any serious damage to it. The other snake took this opportunity to lunge at her, but she dodged with ease, throwing her fist up into the air and letting the wolf head connected to it extend itself and sink its teeth into the thing’s underbelly. She then did the same with the other wolf head.
Soon she was climbing up the creature as it wildly thrashed, desperate to get her off. When she reached its head, she inhaled deeply, letting more of the smoke fuel her, and, with all her might, slammed her fist into the snake’s skull. At first it seemed like another wasted attempt, but eventually her fist broke through its rugged armor and the thing’s head went slamming into the ground.
As the other snake went over to check on its brethren, who was slow getting back up after being struck, Lux went falling through the air. She didn’t know if her suit would absorb the shock of hitting the ground and didn’t want to find out, so she caught herself(with the help of her wolves) on the remnants of a tilting skyscraper that had been damaged by all of the day’s battles.
Down below, the wounded snake stumbled again and, after a few seconds, its body withered into a fading cloud of smoke as the other hissed furiously. Lux didn’t crack a smirk or give a victory fist pump—she knew that, within seconds, it would be back.
But creating something so massive likely required Blowhole to take an equally massive hit off his blunt and Lux had learned first hand just minutes ago how miserable getting too high during the heat of battle could be. Thankfully the fall had sobered her up.
Finally, an opening.
The path to victory came not through trying to attack him directly, but instead trying to make him go all out with his defense. If he wore his himself ragged summoning the snakes over and over, knocking that other tusk off and beating him over the head with it wouldn’t be any problem!
The road there wasn’t going to be an easy one, though, and that was made obvious by the snake who still stood. It was glaring at her with the hatred of someone who had just lost a great friend and charging up the same blast which had leveled over half of the Blazers territory. A hit from that would vaporize her instantly.
She wasn’t going to dodge, though. Wasn’t going to run.
She was going to face it head on and smack the blast straight back!
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY
