Its not often Hex gets to rampage around. She's often locked up in her labs, tinkering, playing, making, modifying, building and usually humming and laughing the whole time too. She may occasionally get a live specimen to test things on that have been captured by Kurse, Voodoo or have been donated by another Azuri who's brought someone back alive for whatever reason, and she'll get to test her toys on them... not that they last long in her labs...

Despite her somewhat scientific nature, Hex does like to let herself go every now and again and truly fuck around with her creations. When its not about testing spike patterns and analysis of amp induction... when its about just causing absolute utter havoc.

A horrid whiff of crisp flesh hung in the air thickly, that, mixed with melting building foundations, raw liquid steel oozing from concrete wounds, carved deep through entire structures, turning fine constructions into half crumbling, half melting messes that littered the landscape. The unmistakable hum of those super charged capacitors, brimming with pure voltonic death was an ever present reminder to those still alive of what the reaper sounds like, in engineering perfection form.

A sudden discharge arc'd from her weapons, a massive bolt of bright white energy ripping a massive molten scar into the landscape, a number of soldiers charged into the fray from her right hand flank, hoping to finally put an end to her rampage, but a second discharge roared and struck one of the poor men directly to the chest, pouring billions of joules of energy right into him, his armour melting and sagging, the bolt of energy carving into his flesh and flooding every inch of his body, blood turns to steam, flesh turns to goop and bones turn to ash in an instant, reducing what was once a proud soldier into a glorified molten metal mess on the floor.

As his ruined frame collapsed to the floor, she swung the flare whip around, its sizzling surface, humming with death and brimming with sheer power, carves straight through the entire group in a single, swift swing. Legs severed from bodies by plasma, the heavy thunk of armoured torso's slamming into the ground and grinding to a stop near the plasma mistress bringing another small cackle from her. The building they came from still stood tall in front of her however. This would not do.

She cackled again and began swinging the whips from side to side, up and down, left to right. Crossing them over and back again, bringing those massive plasma arcs through the core of the building over and over again, slicing and slashing the whole thing to shreds, melting glass and steel raining from its collapsing walls, ceramic dust flooding the area as huge sections of the place came crashing down. Soon, the once tall office was now nothing but a pile of liquid glass and rubble.

Its not often Hex gets play time. But when she does... you'll really, REALLY wish she'd stayed at home. Because when Hex comes out to play, the whole world will fade away.

Inspired by this song - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mN0TvP2ZgIg

Done by the ever lovely  brush

Also, apparently, Hex is quite a popular choice for artists! I often ask artists who they'd like to draw from my cast and Hex is picked an awful lot of the time! Not sure why yet though!