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Needs more mass, to be frank, but… she's got the hair right. 🙂

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O_o

u_u

To which, I am humbled and honored at the same time, David.

To be fair, though, I'm mainly a fanfiction writer.  If it's great, it's because I had great stuff to work with in the first place. 

Thanks for the inspiration and praise.  It's an honor, a privilege, and a joy.

I promise the ending will NOT disappoint you.

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I largely lost track/stopped giving a freep about the Mortal Kombat franchise back when MK4 hit the arcades and underwhelmed me.  So I don't recognize half of these Johnny-come-lately characters since Ultimate MK3.

But I must admit, from the looks of the scenery and sound of the music alone (loved the track for the Subway), it appears to be a proper final shout for the series.

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Great stuff all around, but I think I love the Dragon Lady look the best.

A "come over here" look that's still kinda coy, and massiveness that still looks huggably soft without seeming fat.  I am VERY impressed.  ;D

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Hey, not too shabby.  Makes me wanna eat MY greens. ;D

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Need air, get free, hit button, Deena's mind raced.  Need air, get free, hit button, need air, hit button, needairhitbutton needairhitbutton needairhitbutton…

As her lungs scorched inside, she then spotted another submerged skeleton soldier swimming sluggishly at them, swinging a sword.  Her captor turned her toward the advancing blade.  Too quickly to think it through, she pivoted and spun her grabber around so it took the slice in the arm.  Severed, it sunk down to the murky bottom.

Her own arm free, Deena smacked the Belt's buckle like it was a cockroach.

The energy within her surged with a glow.  She didn't take time to relish in it.  As her body broadened, her biceps ballooned, her breasts blimped, her limbs lengthened, her muscles massed, and her rainment ripped, she curled herself into a ball. Then with a wild jerk, she thrust her stronger arms and legs out into an X, ripping the rest of her corpsman corpse into spare parts.

A bright, glaring flash later… Dyna the Damsel Dynamo was back.

The air in her lungs, though, wasn't.

Then she faced a tougher battle: her self-control.  She wanted to rocket up like a firework into that precious, desperately needed air, but she knew someone would conclude she was really one of the twenty or so that Mezaros' pet smacked overboard.  So she forced herself to a stop right at the water's surface… just at the instance she couldn't keep her mouth shut any more.  And at last, that blasted oxygen hit her lungs.

Keeping only her nose and mouth in the open air, Dyna remembered a trick she'd seen South Pacific pearl divers do on a Discovery Channel documentary: use very short breaths to soak her lungs thoroughly with oxygen.  Once she figured she had plenty, she took the big deeeeeep one for the plunge.

The water slowed her down a bit, but not that much.  While she wasn't exactly a torpedo or swordfish, she was cruising with a racing speedboat's velocity.  And it was probably the stress or struggle that burned her oxygen before, but she realized that her lung capacity was much, MUCH greater than in her civilian ID, Deena.  She guessed she could last half an hour or so, assuming she didn't have to fight.

Then she saw how monstrously huge the squid was:  almost as big as the Siren of the Sea herself.

Fearing for the passengers, she decided she'd traveled far enough.  Swooping up, she then launched out of the water with a big blast of sea spray, and sped in earnest up into the night sky, letting her flight blow-dry her hair.

Mezaros turned in the air to face her.  "You!" he declared, pointing his finger.  "It's in you!"

"Mezaros!" she shouted back.  "Releas this ship, get lost, and take your Evil Dead extras and overgrown calamari plate with you!"

He extended his free hand. "You are not the one giving orders here, wench!  Hand over the Power, now!"

Dyna set her jaw.  "Fine.  Here it comes."

Like a cannon shell, the Damsel Dynamo whistled through the air, ready to meet the floating necromancer fist to face.  The ancient sorcerer glided surprisngly deftly to his left and dodged her like a bullfighter would a charging longhorn.  Pivoting toward her back, he then growled, "Eos, vasp vu gosi!"

The top of his staff glowed orange and he pointed it at her.  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!  A salvo of bus-tire sized fireballs shot out and blazed right at her.  Dyna darted around the first three nimbly enough.  She then arched around, then came back to try another human torpedo assault.  Mezaros rose a bit higher to evade, and launched another volley of fire.

Just as she let the first few sizzle by, she heard screams down below.  Oh no! she thought, he's got the ship behind me in the line of fire!  She looked over her shoulder and saw the fireballs hit the bridge's roof, and splash harmlessly into the ocean.  She looked back at her target… and realized by the arch of his black brow that she'd foolishly tipped her hand.

"Tumfois," he barked, pointing at one undead soldier, "sap jis vjsuahj!"

She then saw a trooper turn on a young girl:  Charlotte.  He drew back his spear to run her through… WHOOMP!  Down on its skull came a pair of silver winged shoes… and the mass of Dyna's legs right behind them.  He crumbled like an antiacid tablet.

She turned back to the wizard of darkness… who now flaunted a smug, very nasty grin.  "So," he scoffed.  "You soft-hearted, soft-headed fool.  You actually CARE about these pathetic vermin?"  He turned to his forces.  "Tumfoist, mudl vji guumt op!"

The soldiers then drew out his weapons and leveled them at the passengers.  Dyna's heart fell to the floor as she saw one minion who appeared to be a captain raise a short sword against Scott's neck.  But then, the captain thrust a literally bony finger toward a door leading to a ballroom.  Poking and prodding their captives the undead warriors pushed each traveler into the dance hall, and kept watch over them with a guard at each doorway.

Mezaros peered hard at Dyna, then focused on her solid, narrow waist.  "The power's there," he muttered.  "The Belt." Snorting, he glared with a ten-thousand-year-old-hate at the profile on the buckle.  "So you're the whelp lapdog of that shrew Athena, are you?" He folded his arms.  "Well, I don't know what her or your game is in protecting this throng of rabble, but no matter."  He shot out his grimy gray grabbing hand.  "The Belt:  hand it over to me or I shall dispose of each and every one of these sad bugs.  And I WILL be innovative about it."

Dyna hovered there for the longest moment.  Finally, her mighty copper-haired head drooped, and drifted down to the deck about ten yards in front of Mezaros.  Then slowly, deliberately, she reached down to her Belt, and unhooked it from her washboard middle.

Charlotte's eyes grew saucer-sized.  "Are you CRAZY, Dyna!?!" she shrieked through the zombie guards' crossed spears.  "He'll probably fry us anyw–"  And she quickly shut up upon getting Dyna's stare.

"I promised Athena that I would do anything I could to protect this world's people," she said quietly to the child.  And with that, she simply tossed the Belt into Mezaros' hands.

He quickly, greedily slipped it on neatly around his belt with a simple click.  He stood and waited for a moment.  Then two moments.  Then three.

"Nothing's happening," he started.  "Where is that power?"

"Athena told me that I have to push the buckle inward to activate it," she said.  "But I must warn you–"

"YA-HAHAHAHAHAAAA!" cackled Mezaros.  "The child was right!  You ARE an idiot!  How are you going to stop me now that I have YOUR strength?!"  He put his hands on his hips with triumph.  "I was a force enough with my magicks.  With this belt, there's nothing to stop me from ripping your limbs off!"  His jagged teeth peeked through his wicked smile.  "But don't worry, Dyna.  I'll be sure to keep you alive… long enough to let you see me wreck this giant tub and feed every one of these hapless fools to my squid!"

And with that, he gave the Belt's buckle a quick press.

To Be Continued…

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Don't know if you guys have the time… but some stuff I wouldn't mind seeing:

Art for the Tetsuko Fanfic "Like a Weed"
A scene of Dyna taking on M15+4 H4X0R
Peace in Israel and Lebanon
Weird Al's "Straight Outta Lynwood" in a package on my desk 😛

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I like the one with Beastmaster… shouldn't it be Beastmistress, though?  🙂

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'Cuz I'd been there and faved it already. 😛  Faboo stuff, too.

Thanks for the reminder for us, though. 🙂

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Great art… remeniscient of your Tetsuko style… but…

The face is so harsh.  Doesn't look like much fun to be around.

I definitely wouldn't want to hang around in her reach with THAT mood.  😮

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