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I withdraw (5 units of Bohemian Rhapsody), and consume them as preparation for what I am to do. I feel a new-found suppleness in my spiracles, and wonder if I might find more ease in use with Aerosmith. I only feel slightly intoxicated, but it is more a sharpening of focus, a removal of distractions. My mind is filled with the thought of my coming foe, and immense anticipation. I see now why Metallica said this was a true warrior's food, to raise ones tension and tighten the reflexes. I am thankful I chose to do this.
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It is time.
The Metal shall fall before me.
I will feast upon him to protect KILLER QUEEN.
I walk to the pedestal, attracting the attention of one of the identical tiny creatures.
"Yes, Honored guest? What can this one do for you?"
"I wish to fight The Metal. For Food."
The little creature tilts it's head to the side fractionally, it's antenna waving. Abruptly several other of the creatures hop off, spreading pheromone messages.
"Special Event! Special Event! A new fighter, Scars Of Yesterday, has challenged The Metal to a fight for Food! Come one, come all, see someone challenge The Metal, representative of the Mandarinian Empire!"
The one before me addresses me after the flurry of traveling town criers moves away.
"One moment, while we prepare a larger arena and give guests time to arrive."
"Very well."
So, this is to be a spectacle, a grand event. What a stage to fight on. It shall be glorious, to show the strength of KILLER QUEEN to so many. But first....
But first, the broken warriors' sacrifice. I move over to the spot they occupy, huddled against a wall. They seem..... calm, more at peace then they did before. Perhaps there was still a part of them that thought I might be false, that I was just a flickering mirage of salvation for them. That part has been excised, and they can finally see a world where The Metal is no longer able to maim and terrorize the smaller fighters, and find serenity in that thought.
They each bow their heads to me, exposing their necks to me. I have some measure of respect for them now, now that they have finally decided on what their lives are worth, and so I make it quick, decapitating each one by one with my sharp mandibles. Even as they fall, the only scent radiating out of them is gratitude, a heartfelt thanks for being willing to risk myself for their pride, no matter that I do it for my queen.
I consume them in a solemn moment, eating diligently as crowds of insects start flooding into The Fight Song to come witness my battle.
!!NOTICE!!: Scars of Yesterday has eaten the last vestiges of Valiance in the four fallen warriors, and in so doing, has caused STONER SUNSHINE to be transformed, maturing into the Advanced Valiance: CRY OF THE BRAVE! It's effective range has increased, and CRY OF THE BRAVE LVs[0.5-1] can now be used without fear of Lethargy, and all rolls involved with any use of CRY OF THE BRAVE get a bonus of 1!
I feel...more power in my mandibles, and the sides of my jaws thicken somewhat, the mechanisms that control my mandibles' movement developing, strengthening and improving.
I wear the fallen warriors' sacrifice as a badge of pride as I march back to the pedestal, where the creature that initiated the flurry of activity earlier seem to be waiting for me.
"Honored guest, please follow this one. It is time, and the chamber is ready."
Wings of Destiny, resplendent with her new golden hue, hesitantly steps forward.
"...We'll be cheering for you, as loud as we can."
This thought....gladdens me, but I know not why. My honor guard departs into the sea of audience members to-be.
Well, it is time. I follow the creature into the very chamber I watched Metallica fight The Big O in. In fact, I recognize the lumbering behemoth in the crowd, some honey in his jaws. Excellent, I can show the warrior how much I have improved since last I fought him.
The Metal stands before me now, several times my size and with his iridescent and metallic blue and purple carapace glows eerily in the soft red light of the room. My own body takes on a darker hue, like a blazing fire. It seems that both of us will be exceptionally visible in this fight.
"This one is pleased to welcome honored guests to this special event, Scars of Yesterday versus The Metal! This is a fight for food, so one this one departs, the match will not end until only one of the fighters is still alive! Enjoy the event!"
IT HAS BEGUN
WHAT SHOULD BE DONE?
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