Kor’Thank: Chapter 62

Kora and her raptor-riding warriors emerged from the jump-gate, onto the asphalt of ANOS’s parking lot.

Even though the Timekeeper had dispatched most of ANOS’s creations when he’d fought the Pain Lord, the agency had since replenished their supply of extradimensional serial killers.  Additionally, Dissona’s ascendance had triggered a multidimensional upheaval; it had shut down ANOS’s arcane cryptography and let loose every abomination within the compound.

Kora eyed the legion of shadow-beings, lizard-men, and eight-legged arachno-dragons pouring out of the evil-ass science facility.

“Well well well.”  Light gleamed off her eyes, bringing her savage-as-fuck smile into sharp relief.  “Christmas comes early.”

Krul’Dar drew abreast on his mount.  “From your expression, I assume you have found meaning and purpose during your stay on this world.”

Kora turned to him, still smiling.  “You bet your dick I have.”  She faced forward, drinking in the army of monsters with undisguised pleasure.  “And fortunately for me, right here, right now, it entails beating these ass-gobblers into the dust.”

Krul’Dar roared with laughter.  “If nothing else, your time on this world has improved your pre-fight dialogue.”

“Which is half the fun.”  Kora threw the Chronicler a mischievous smile.

Krul’Dar’s heart caught in his throat; he suddenly realized this was a completely different being than the one he’d known; Kora had embraced her destiny, and come full circle in her appreciation of life.

He cleared his throat, struggling to hold back the tears of joy that threatened to spill from his dewy eyes.  “I am glad you think so, my liege.  And I am honored to face these…what did you call them?  I would hear it again, for it was a name I would use against future foes.”

“Ass-gobblers,” Kora repeated.  “Low-down, finger-sniffing ass-gobblers.  Don’t thank me—if not for an Earthling named Peter Lee, I would never have learned the glory of shit talk.”

“Ass-gobblers.”  Krul’Dar chuckled.  “Yes, I will definitely use that in future altercations.”

Kora looked over her shoulder at her burly comrades.  “SHOW NO MERCY!” she screamed.  “THESE VILE SPAWN HAVE BEEN FORGED IN THE EQUIVALENT OF THIS WORLD’S RECTUM!”  She faced forward and urged her mount into a sprint.  Her barbarian warriors followed close behind.