RWBY: Shattered Jagear

Chapter 3: Final Blizzard

A typical SBR has a capacity of tweleve gallons of Sol stored inside of them - which equel to about ten hours for the suit to be active. And should a SBR run out of Sol - the suit will enject the empty SBR out and use the remaining SBR to be the next replacement main power source.

But because the Jagear suit automatic switches power source - from Aura to SBR - the stealth mode will be reseted.

Giza approach the gruesome sight of the bloodied injured Dragmare.

The Dragmare was sliced in half from the gut, leaking blue blood. The intestines can also be seen spilling out - Its skin was burned charcoal - the left leg was mangeld beyond recognition, and the right leg was gone entirely. Both of its arm are gone - only leaving behind blue bloody stubs. The Dragmares head was somewhat intact, though the upper portion of the face - above where the mouth is - the grey hard skin was gone. Exposing the unique skull of this particular Dragmare. The Dragmare was rapidly taking several deep breaths. "Pain!....so much pain!" It spoke in a painful hoarse voice.

Giza could see that the Dragmare was trying to heal itself - new sets of arm were slowly growing but beacause of the unique property of the Aura slash. The regeneration ability was much slower then normal.

"Disgusting..." Giza said with utter venom in his voice, seeing the Dragmare pitifull state.

"Pl-please.....h-h-have..mercy..."

Giza stopped dead in his tracks, the air was tense and silence - except for the painful groans from the Dragmare. The phrase kept reapeting endlessy in Giza head.

Mercy?..
Mercy?..
Mercy?..
M̸̨̡̨̛̩̝̪̺̩̹͕̟̖̙̤̝̼̏̽̅̂͆̿̈̓̈́̉̎̍́͝ͅe̷̤͆͂̒͑͒̄̈̒̾͊̿͂̇̑͛͑̇̓r̴̯̀̍͘̕c̴̣̪̬̺̗̯̈́̐̈́y̴̢͉̣̹̺̱̥͓͕̪̠̻̼̑̆̅̿̒̃̍͊̈́̔͊͑͂̓͛͝͝?̸̹͙͌̿̐̋͘͜.̵̧̢̩̘̣̰͈̝͕̐.̴̨̛̹͉̙͚͉̟͎͍̖̺͇̪̗̄͛̎̒̂̎̄́̐́̓͗͗͘͜
̴̨̹̬͋̽̉́͌̍͑̈͋̈́M̴͇͇̹͎̄̋͋̈́̿̋͘͜͜͜͜͝e̵̛̯̖̦̗͎͈̭͔̗͛͛̊͂̒̒́͊̇͂͛͑̈́́̑͌͝͝r̵̳̯̀̓͊̉͑̄́̀̊̏͘͘̕c̸̙̮̜̯̼̃̍̔̉̈͌́̾̓̌̊͐̚ỹ̸͎̰̺̫̈́̓̀͌̏̆̍̂̔͘̚͘͠͝?̴̙̈́͑͊́͘.̶̨̻͓̣̫̩̗̯͚͕̪͔̟̝̣̼̫́͑̃̈́̍̌̄̀͛͐̕͝͝.̸̢̧̢̡̛͙͙̩̬̱̞̭̮̮̳̬̊͋̅͋͝.̵̯̩́̊̌.̸̡̡̯̰̳̗̻̫͉͇̖͙̫͈̪̳̫̹͊͑́̐̉̅̒͗̿́̈́͐̚̕͝͠
̸͉͔͎̾̀̊͐̔̂̎̽́̇̔͌͊͗̕͝͝M̵͙̮̠̦̦̈́̀͐̆̌̈́͑̓ḙ̷̠̀̋̇̓̕̕͘r̵̢̯̝̼̤̲̭͔͖̗͌̏̊͐̆̽̑c̵̨̧̡̲͙̘̼̙̝̣̭̱̝͍̈̅̑͜ẙ̴̛͙͙̺͕̦̬͓̂͒̒͂̆̿͐̑̐͑͊͋̿?̷̢̦͉͍̽̍̈́ͅ.̵̞͚̤̠͉͍̫̙̩̰̼̳̿̈́̿̅́̐́͂̎̕͠͠.̴̝͓̀̇̔̄̉̉̈̌͂̈̄̍̓͊̕͝͝.̷̨̜̱͇̮̠͕̳͔̬̦̣̤̜͍͋͑̀͐̀̽̒̄̐͛̍͛̚͠.̷̡͇͈̯̂̂͛̓̄̂ͅ.̸̡̬̠̜̭̞͔̩̬͖͋͆̏͆́̏̈̋̈̾̔̌̇̾́͠͠.̵̧̺͇͖̻͕̞̹͖̝̜̎̆͒̌͊̅̓̔̌̈́̋͛̎͒͠.̵̨̨̘͚̻̙̭͚̭̼̙̥̩͈̜̓͌̓̓͛͑̉͊̚͝.̸̡̛̝̯̰͙̯͔̥̲̼̣̣͆̐͌̌̋̎̓͑́̓̋͝͝
̵̡͒̂̓̄̑̊̊͂̾̊̔̓̆̚̚M̶̛̘̤͖̼̩̱̱͎̖͇͍͋̀̃͑͂̀͆̑͛̕͝ę̶̧̛͎̤͙͍̞̼̥̭̼̆̐̈͒̈́̾͜ŗ̶̬͋̌͑͐̑̉̋͗͐͌̀̍̑͂̚͘͝͝ĉ̴̢̨̭̦̲̬͈̟̳̲̜̂ͅẏ̴̧̛̯̗̬̙̯̲͇̲̣͙̲̯̯̤̍̊͊͑̈́̏̐̔͜?̶̳̘̤̼̭̹̞̳̗̤̮̣̰̰̺̠̓̎̈́̍̈́̄͗́̂̉͒̀̓͝͝͝ͅ.̶̢̤͎̳͉͒̃͊͝.̵͖̈́̀͌͊̚͝.̸̧̭̖̺̥̟̖̈̀̊̈́͋̐̚.̷͙̣̏͊͜.̴̘̣̱́̊̑̎̈́̿͂̅͆́̃͂͑̀̕͝.̸͇͚̳͚̘̰̞̪̂̓̽̇̃̈́̆̽͌̉́̌̈́͘̚͝͠.̷̡̛̛̜̯̘̲̪̘̥̪̟̐̍.̵̢̘̬̰̼̟͍̳̭͕̫͙̖̹̺̣̹̙̻̋͑̾͑̎̎̿̕͝͝.̸̡̡̪̳̬̳̤̭̗͍̥͓̝̩̝̘̄̐̍̃̀̅͑̂̂̄̊͗̑͊̊͝.̷̧̧̛͎̳͓̦̫̹̘͓͈̯͖̭̞̭̱̙̉̿͌̆̄͒̈́̕͜
̴̛͙̘̣̜̥͇̆̀͐̊́̅͑̎M̷̛̟͓͕̯̀́̌͑̏̍ȩ̸̮̮͖͚̝̮͔̮͎͙͈̗̪̳̥̗̞̳͆̈́͆́̀͋̓́͌͝ŗ̸̛̼̘̉̆́͋͗̓͌͛̑͋̌̈́͋̋̈́̈͝c̵̼̾̀͑̈ỷ̵͍͚͖͕̥͚̭͉͔̮͉͈̱̝͇̉͊̔̇́̈͜ͅ?̸̨̯̼̖̫̘͉͎̜̬̑̍̔̿.̶̢̮̙͓̰̱̟̺̻̜͉͔̯̠̯̠̹͈̀̐̾͐͆́͘.̸̡̛̛̻̳̰̼̗͖̻̥͈͔̊̐̈́̋́͆͛̊͌̈́̋̎̈́̔̇͑̕.̶͎̹̦̉̊̀̄͑̋.̷̢̛͚͇̗̂́̄͌̈́͂̈́̂̇̚͘.̴̡̢̰̞̻̺̜̼͎̺̣͍̰̺̐̓́͘̚.̵͎̩͉̈̈́̈́͆͋̾̑̓̓́͗̓̃͐͘͘͘͠.̶̢̨̧̡̹̝̬̼̼͇̠͈͕̣͙̪́͑͜.̴̨̛̞̙̮̤̙̗̭̘̗̙̬͕͈̫̤̫͖̐̃̈͗̂͆̂̏͘̕.̴̢͙̬͎̹͎̞͓̤̝̞̗̞̒̃̚͠.̷͚̼̝̖̱̞̪̣̑̀̔̄̋̀͌͊̇̎̋.̸̮̲̟̪͈͎̣̯͔͋͗͐̋͛̏.̸̨̨̗̳͓̹̞͑̐̍̇̈́̀̔̉̀͛̓͌͜͝͝͝.̵̢̨̛͙͇̝̖̟͎̫̔̉̌͗̈́͋̐̑̎̚ͅ
̶̪͕̓̌̐̔͆̀̐M̷͍̱͔̼̩̥͔̼̙̠̤̜̮̖̮̑͛̋̾̆̽̚͝ȇ̸͓̥̄̐́̈́͂͐̍͝͝r̸̛̻̩̗͕̤̼͓͇͇̥̬̊c̵̛̣͍̲̙̥̹̐͛̅̾̓̆̓̒͛́͛̚͝y̶̬͙̪̯̞̣̅́͐̆̀̂͒̔̈͆͒̏́̕?̷̨̥͎̳̮͔̬̹̪̍͑̄́̆̄͑̅̈́̈͐̂.̸̛̲̼̭̗̮̥̟̯̳͕͂͑͒̾̄͌̀̇̿͘͠͠.̶͚̳̻̙̖̙̅̊̂̓̇̃͌͑̕.̸̧̡͓͓͕̠̲̦̪̭̖̼̗̟̍͌̿̅̍̋́̚.̸̳̥͎̙͈̭͙̀̄͂̎́̀͝.̵̛̗̫̠̦͈̼̈́̀̑͌̏̑̽͌̆̌̃͐͛͝.̵̡̢̧̨̨̳̯̰̗̭̤̞̯̙̹̭̦̈́̊̈́̌.̸̧̟̮̥̱̟̞̘̥͉̊̃̿̑̈̋͆̈́̆̿͊͌̊̑́͛.̵̭̣͉̰̥̋̊̈̔̔̀̎̍.̵̨̺̥̽̔́.̷̢͙͚̾͆́̔̍̒̓̉̀̿̽́͛̍̉.̷̭͖͙̪͚̦̩̬̟̱͓̟͈̅͊̒̏̔͐̄̄̇ͅ.̴̨̙̲̰̺͕̀̓̇̚̚

A small chuckled escape from Giza mouth, barely audible to anyone - then he kept chucking then laughing, slowy getting louder and louder. Until he was laughing hysterically.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Mercy? You say?...I will enjoy this.." Giza walks to the upper body part. He pointing the blade at the Dragmare breast - he thrust the blade into the Dragmare chest area.

The Dragmare screamed in pain, but Giza ignored the sound and continued to stab the Dragmare in several locations. "AAAAAAAAAA!"

Then he kept torturing the Dragmare for hours. Stabbing the sword in the Dragmare causing as much pain possible. And whenever the Dragmare was about to regrow its limbs - He immediately slices it off slowly, so the Dragmare can feel the pain as much as possible.

And since the Dragmare can die only by seperating the head from the neck. Giza hasn't any risk of the Drgamare dying.

"Yes! Scream! SRCEAM!" Giza lauging hystericaly at the Dragmare pain. Seeing the Dragmare in gave Giza, a huge immense pleasure. A feeling of pleasure that even sex cannot surpass.

Then getting bored at stabbing the chest only. He walk over to the Dragmares - pointing the blade at the forehead, he thrust hard in the skull.

"AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAAAAA!"

Giza then began to twist the blade to make the Dragmare suffer more. He kept toturing the Dragmare in horribel ways for many hours, until it was sun rise.