Chapter 2: Saintess Rose
Caesar stole one glance at her badly bruised body, and instantly discerned that there was no way she was going to survive.
He knew what he had to go.
Quick as lightning, silent as a stalking tiger, Caesar abandoned the comfort of annonymity, and stepped into the scene.
Eyes blazing, and shoulders high, he stepped right in front of the girl, blocking the attack, and cutting off the spell. His double layered defensive armor ended up protecting him.
The first layer of confusion descended upon the group at Caesar's sudden interruption. The second layer was directed to how exactly had he had survived that without any barrier.
All at once, Caesar felt the intense gaze of two dozen sets of piercing eyes. The beseiged him on all sides. Their shock and confusion almost made him forget the fact that these were the same guys who had been torturing a young girl.
Well, whether he liked it or not, he was now involved. He had the girl behind him now. He had to make his move, and he had to do so quickly.
In the fraction of a moment, without giving the enemies the chance to recover from their shock, Caesar reached for the one good thing Ultron had given him- the ultrasonic bomb. Sweating through his breeches, and silently praying this would do the trick, he hurriedly pulled out his ace card from a compartment in his combat trousers- and detonated it.
Needless to say, the bedazzled group were not ready for it at all.
Caesar unleashed the terrifying sound of a hundred thunder claps at a really close range. Faster than the speed of sound itself, the sonic bomb erupted with the ferociousness of divine judgement upon the group, illiciting raw fear, disrupting their balance, and ultimately, bringing them to their knees as they stooped their ears in a vain attempt to protect their ear drums.
There was zero seismic activity from the bomb. However, thick dense pressure waves rippled through the landscape in swelling tides, at a whooping speed of seven hundred miles per hour.
The assholes yelled in pain as they rolled on the ground. Asides from the disorientation, the inescapable imbalance, and the pain in their ears, a sickening nauseous feeling gripped them, leaving every single man more and more strident by the second.
Thanks to his double body armor, Caesar was the only one that remained unaffected.
He stood tall, his formiddable frame towering over all his disoriented enemies rolling on the floor, covering their ears as they suffered the consequences of being within lethal proximity of a detonated sonic bomb.
Caesar's body responded to the urgency, and immediately, he swooped down and took hold of the unsconscious girl. In one smooth movement, he hoisted her upon his sturdy shoulders with little to zero effort. And took his first step towards freedom.
One really stubborn one among them, despite the pain and anguishing after effects, managed to raise his head up;
"Oi! Stop there!"
Caesar did the math. He could either go on foot, and risk a hot pursuit on land. Or, he could simply dive into the rushing stream a few feet ahead, and ride the wave to wherever.
"You're a dead man!" the man cried after him. "You hear me? You're dead!!!"
That was all the motivation Caesar needed. The stream suddenly looked so alluring.
He gripped the girl's body tightly on his shoulders, and bridged the distance in long powerful strides. Even as he leapt into the water, he heard that same man yelling;
"I'll find you you son of a bitch! Better run! RUUUNNN!!!"
Caesar landed in the water with an all but violent thud.
He immediately knew he had really failed to take account of a lot of things. The angry current thrashed on all around with the undirected petulance of an angry toddler. He struggled to hold on to the girl as the foam got into his eyes.
On more than one occassion, he narrowly escaped getting slammed into a few rocks. The nightmare continued for a quite a while until fate smiled upon him. The stream later forked into two bends. And one of those bends led both of them into a dark peaceful cave.
Heaving, and breathing, and with water in his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth, Ceasar dragged the unsconcious girl onto the damp ground of the cave. After securing her, he himself collapsed right next to her, breathing like someone who had just fought a wild bull.
They were both safe now.
Just as soon as he started to catch his breath, the system beseiged him:
[CONGRATULATIONS. MISSION SUCCESSFUL.]
With all the spite he could muster, Caesar cursed hoarsely; "FUCK YOU ULTRON!"
If the system heard that, it certainly did not care.
[FLYING DUST MAGICAL SKILL UNLOCKED.]
"Flying dust what?"
"Uhm, who are you talking to?"
Caesar's head spun so fast in the direction of the girl. For a moment there, he had completely forgotten that he was not alone.
"You're awake, are you alright?"
The girl was still laid up on the ground, but she was half upright and leaning on her right elbow as her intense eyes latched on to Caesar like she was trying to decide if he was crazy or not.
"I'm alright. . ." she answered guardedly. Taking a sharp look all around, (but still keeping Caesar in her sights) she asked:
"Where are we?"
"In some sort of cave."
She frowned. "I don't recall getting here." Her frown deepened when she remembered the last memory before blacking out.
Ceasar proceeded to fill in the gaps for her. The soft gentle sounds of the water teased ever so lightly in the background as he narrated. The sun had gone down, so, the only illumination they got was from the moonlight that reflected off the surface of the water into the stream.
The girl listened carefully, and only spoke after he was done.
"So, I guess I have you to thank for saving me then?"
Her voice was melodic, and was characterized by calm, saintly, almost cherubic tones. Caesar found himself wishing she would say more than a few words in every sentence.
"You're welcome. But who are you though?"
"My name is Rose. I am a Saintess."
"I'm Caesar. Much obliged."
She nodded politely.
"So, are you going to tell me what business a Saintess could possibly have with those nice gentlemen we left behind?"
He obviously had no idea what a Saintess meant in this context. He was simply fishing for information.
"Mister Caesar. . ."
He held up his palm; "Caesar is fine thanks."
"Okay Caesar. I am grateful to you for saving me. But I think it's best you stay away from me now."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean no disrespect, but you've got to trust me. It's for your own good. You need to be as far away from me as possible- please."
Caesar heard the plea in her voice. There were no patronizing undertones, neither were there any red flags. She sounded genuine. But Caesar could not resist the tempting pull of the mystery.
She claimed to be a saintess, (which he thought to mean some kind of holy women), and yet, he had seen her fight with a ferociousness that was not typical of women monks. Ceasar suddenly wanted to know everything there was to know.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to inquire, the A.I uploaded the information on to him;
[NECESSARY INFORMATION REGARDING THIS MISSION;]
[SAINTESS: A WOMAN THAT BELONGS TO AN ANCIENT ORDER OF WARRIOR NUNS. FROM THE AGE OF TWELVE, THEY ARE TRAINED AND BROUGHT UP IN THE ART OF WAR TO BE LETHAL WEAPONS.]
[THREAT LEVEL: A SAINTESS IS CONSIDERED TO BE EXCEEDINGLY DANGEROUS.]
[SKILLS: UNPARALLED FIGHTING TECHNIQUES, BARRIER AND ELEMENTAL MAGIC, ASTUTE ASSASSINS, DIPLOMATS, MULTI-LINGUAL. A SAINTESS IS ONLY OUTCLASSED BY THE VETERAN SAINTESS.]
[STRENGTHS: BAPTISM BY HOLY WATER WHICH AUTOMATICALLY UNLOCKS DEADLY AND POWERFUL ABILITIES.]
[WEAKNESSES: A SAINTESS HAS ONLY ONE WEAKNESS WHICH IS THE SEAL OF CHASTITY.]
That last bit was the one part that excited Caesar more than anything else. With rapt attention, and with glistening eyes, he listened with glee as the system expounded on this particular weakness.
Basically, every single Saintess had some kind of seal on their pussies. Of course, there was no physical lock. It was merely a psychic essence that served as a powerful lock that sealed off their pussies from any kind penetration with any man- or beast.
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