Lara Croft: Himiko's Gift
Art by Badger https://discord.gg/WdqgcmW
Story by Sinbad
The alter of stone and bone that honored the Ancient Empress of Japan, Himiko was a reliable place to find Mathias. As he let out his evening prayers, a new phenomenon occurred in his head. While he had heard whispers of an other-worldly source while kneeling before his jailor’s crypt, a full message was far from ordinary. As the whispers grew louder and more understandable, Mathias scrambled and took hold of a slab of stone and a steel pen. Scratching all he heard onto the tablet, the profit-like figure looked up when silence returned and pondered what he had been told. Reading his scribbles in full, his eyes snapped open as the true contents of the tablet were revealed to him. Whistling to a scaver, Mathias order the man to take a few friends and capture this ‘Tomb Raider’ before she could interfere with his plans.
Lara yawned and stretched her aching muscles as she rested in her newest camp. Running the numbers through her head, she knew her ammunition was limited, her radio was unreliable and her friends were still scattered all over the island. Putting those worries aside for the moment, she felt the exhaustion of the days fighting and free running take its toll on her. Sliding underneath a makeshift blanket of grass and twigs, the archeologist shut her eyes and dozed off as the sun set.
The group of scavers made enough noise that Lara was slowly roused from her sleep. Shuddering as the chill of the Japanese island washed over her, she slid from her covering and stood, hands already reaching for her weapons. Reaching for her radio, she thumbed the PPT button and cursed as the screen was blank. Setting the busted comm back on her belt, Lara accepted she was all alone and go ready to fight. Her prep was unnecessary however, for when she drew her pistol and brass-checked it a screaming cloud of buckshot glanced off of her smooth skin.
The swarm of shot was easy enough to shrug off but her attackers had learned from her tactics. A team of the scavengers all swarmed her camp at once, her sidearm cutting down a few but failing to repel the assault in full. Before she could reload her weapon, a rifle’s stock slammed into her toned abs while a sling of another wrapped itself around her slender throat. Lara’s hardened instincts forced her to kick out with botPost too long. Click here to view the full text.