Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170508004334/@comment-28929139-20170510110853

For once in her life...Tak felt cold. When you had a body that was quite literally a well-oiled machine, to be or feel cold was a fledgling, foreign concept. But if Tak did actually make it through this nightmare for which she was at least 50% guilty, she had three things to thank that saved her life. And ironically what had saved her life was a mistake made by her and the rest had been conducted by the enemy themselves. Having been unconscious the whole time, the altruistic and brave sensor-nin tried running as fast as he could to get himself and Tak to safety, he had taken off from the huge muddy citadel erected by his own brethren. It really is a pity knowing that had they not tried so hard to form a strategy to escape, they likely would have. But pushing that from his mind, he gallantly tried to run with the limp female in his arms and his few remaining comrades at his sides, but no sooner had his feet slipped on a thick, squishy plain of mud and silt that the wave pushed-no...SLAMMED the sensor nin and Tak's folded body into the sludgy soil. The amount of pressure and weight with which the wave bludgeoned the men into the ground was enough to harshly deposit Tak into the grassy slush that had once been the ground. The Fuma guard having at least a good 100-110 pounds on Tak plus the added weight and density of his black steel armor were more than enough to crack her ribs and break her nose. The crash had been so great though that she was positively buried into the fecal-soft soil. On top of her savior, the bodies of two others piled on top of them that sent Tak further in and completely camouflaged her smaller form. The cold water that washed over them mixed with all the steel on top of her would cause her body temperature to drop, but soon came the stabbing. The sadistic ninja that brought them all to the ground began stippling the fallen with their daggers, letting the skin of the dead be their sheath. Tak's saviors were as good as swiss cheese and not even the black steel could save her from being stabbed as well. The larger man blanketing her buried body had been decapitated and carved open, and several times that blade pierced Tak's skin. In the arms, the belly, her legs and feet, and once in the neck. Ironically that single, unwitting stab to the neck would have been the one cut to have saved her. IF she survived. Tak's head had been pulled awkwardly backward during her fall with the guard and with most of her head was submerged beneath mud, and it caused most of her neck and thyroid to be rolled open beneath the broad chest of her late savior. However, during his unceremonious head from shoulder cleaving, he was stabbed straight through the meaty center of his posterior, which also pierced Tak's throat. Through position and depth of hyper-imposed burial, her homicidal assailant unknowingly induced a tracheotomy. And it was a good thing too, since it had been several minutes since Tak's body had gotten a proper flow of oxygen. It was still an extremely tight space but now she had what she needed to survive and right as the electricity was seemingly crushed out of her body, its first intake of oxygen seemed to reawaken! Tiny little sparks of electricity would tickle at her heart and brain and though they started off small, it got things on the right track. It was extremely subtle and with being pushed down so far into the mud and a large man on top of her, it would be unlikely that anyone would or could notice the extremely faint rise and fall of Tak's chest, and especially since none of the opposition were actively sensing for life. Twenty minutes seemed to stretch on for twenty days but when it finally seemed to end and the vicious ninja finally backed off, the real work began. After being beneath a man who had the anterior version of a Blood Eagle performed on him, Tak's body began to slow down They had been partially submerged in cool bloody water, but as it began to subside more and the stinking breeze of death wafted over the area, the coldness forced Tak's system to slow down. Her body temperature had already dropped below eighty, but when in that state, the body produces less oxygen. And so Tak's system slowly shut down to conserve itself. In the deep void of her mind, Tak's life and memories flashed before her mind and in complete honesty...she had very few good memories. Her childhood was a blur and her preteens were of invalidation and unsung angst. But one particular boy's face came to mind. She could hear his voice plain as day right as she was starting to subconsciously surrender to darkness.... "Like I was about to say....have a counter attack..." And armed with that million dollar smile, it hit Tak that she did something worth living for....she had a friend. And with that one somewhat happy notion connected to that rather embarrassing memory....Tak's eyes would slowly open. Or at least they tried to, with all that mud caked over her face. Would Tak really wake up? Or was it just a cruel illusion?