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Post by Saasha on Aug 11, 2012 21:03:50 GMT -6
Kissira's head snapped to the side as the Force became rattled with a new power- Another Force user. How had she not sensed it before? Easy, she hadn't been paying attention. But that was understandable considering. She would deal with the user later if need be. For the moment he seemed to be on their side, but when it came to the darkside, looks were very deceiving. She returned to her own foe in time to see his foot and blade sailing forward from her little yank. She smirked, he was smart. Oh good, she hated fighting stupid opponents.
With a quick burst of speed, she jumped clear over his assault and twisting over her own body to land off to the side. Something peculiar happened, her aura, now invisible again and back to it's harmless state, was acting strangely. It no longer twitched and swirled about keeping itself moving so that she could use it whenever she pleased. No, rather it now simply flowed about her gently caressing her and letting it's presence be known. Then she felt it, the balance within this being... A perfect balance of corruption and light. So that was why.
The balance of light and darkness within this being was so perfect that she couldn’t help but smile to herself. Even just being near the knight calmed her racing brain and pounding heart. It was that balance that reminded her of what she was supposed to be, what she had been striving to achieve and had been successful until the beginning of this battle. It had been the corruption that had sparked the memory of her darkside origins, and it was now the holiness that reminded her of her new life. She shook her head to herself, so foolish. Once again she had fallen prey to her emotions without even realizing it. But that would no longer be an issue. She took a brief second to let the Force wash over her and clear her mind of all of her tense thoughts; to wipe clean the slate of her memory. Enough of this drama, all that mattered right now was that she stay true to her long time agreement she and her husband had made all those years ago. A laugh escaped her lips, she could be such a child at times.
It was in that moment that she realized what had happened. Because she was of dark origins that the energies sent off by the demons had seeped into her mind and re-sparked that long dormant nature. Because she hadn’t been paying attention to her mindset, it was easy enough for her emotions to revert. However, now that she was at least aware of the situation, she could feel the negative emotions that had welled up so easily before simply fade away into nothingness. After all, how can something be fixed if the issue was not known? Feeling lighter ad quite renewed, a smile of quiet amusement formed. This is going to be interesting.
Kissira stood and rushed the knight-like being, her footsteps not making a sound as she ran. Now was the time to see if her connectivity with the Force had regained itself. When she was within arms reach of the beast she vanished, putting on a burst of speed that for a brief moment made her invisible. But it was only a moment, she reappeared on complete opposite side and her saber in mid slice at the demon's midsection. The glowing crimson plasma crackled as the air rushed past it's surface; her body holding no emotion but a cool, solemn concentration.
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Post by Cap'n Failz on Aug 12, 2012 8:11:50 GMT -6
"Whoa!"
He had to swerve at the last instant, breaking off the blow he had planned to avoid being knocked senseless by the demon's hammer. He hadn't expected something as big as this foe to be capable of moving with anything resembling speed of any sort, but what he really hadn't expected was the brutality and suddenness of the attack. That hammer of his just tore apart anything in its path, and while Blade was fairly confident in his armor's integrity....he didn't want to chance it trying to endure a hit from that hammer. Even if it didn't break the armor, it would hurt -- a lot, he was quite certain -- and he couldn't afford to be slowed down by an injury right now.
He had broken off to one side and in a heartbeat he had circled around behind his foe, and launched himself back several meters, skidding to a rough halt and gouging up twin trails of debris from his rough landing. He paused for only a split-second, before he launched himself at his foe again. His Tekk-Lancer was drawn back as if he planned to attack head-on, but then....his green eyes flashed ominously and he simply vanished. It looked like teleportation, but in reality he he simply dashed above his foe at a speed that tore through the speed of light, and paused only long enough to give a glint of green from his now glowing eyes before he dropped down like a meteor toward his foe.
He slowed his pace and turned his head, sensing that his foe had evaded his initial attempt to start their confrotnation. If nothing else, however, he had at the least called him out and his challenge been answered. "I would hope the same of you. I do so hate a battle that proves itself to be boring." He turned on one heel and started at this 'Umbrux' as he revealed himself to be. So....teleportation? Or some other trickery?
"I am called Revan."
And with that said he flourished the saber in his left hand once before seamlessly transitioning it to his right hand. Without a movement to direct the action, he reached out with the Force. The ground under Umbrux would all at once splinter and crack as countless spires of stone and earth would erupt with explosive force to skewer the cloaked demon.
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Post by sebastian on Aug 12, 2012 15:22:40 GMT -6
The demon felt the slightest twinges of pain as he realized six sharp scales had been shoved into his body. He leaped backward from the beast, concealing himself within the surrounding shadows as he pulled the objects out of him. There were a few trickles of blood, but the pictures were already closing up. He distinctly heard a strange sound from ahead, and got a strong whiff of lava smell as the shadow silhouetted against the darkness seemed to regrow its limbs. Impressive... Then the first volley of the scale machine-gun came; pelting into the ground; then numerous were able to reach his body. Sebastian's sadistic smile grew more pronounced as he suddenly vanished, becoming one with the clouds which were swirling around their own small battlefield. However, he was still physically present, so the scales still left minor cuts and punctures. The projectiles passed through the darkness, and they might have done much more damage; had he still been there, but he had moved. Shifting through the clouds, his voice sounded out again. "What a temper you have... You may want to work on your aim." He then re-solidified above and slightly behind his target.
The body blurred; and he seemed to teleport as he displayed his own unmatched speed in a sort of dive. As he descended; his taloned right hand came forward, aiming to bury themselves deep into the back of the demon's neck. His invisibly fast motion the the ground would allow his talons to go deeper and travel all the way down the beast's back. As it had already pulled most of its protective scales free; that would leave little resistance to the attack. He was trying to get as deep a wound as possible, to try and figure out what was this beast's core which would be its end when destroyed. The heat from the lava within was not much of a bother to him. It singed his sleeve, but that was it. But he'd still have to mend his tailcoat once all of this was done. How disappointing... The moment his feet hit the ground, he lashed out with his left hand's claws so as to remove the beast's legs. True, they would likely regenerate if his attack landed and they were severed; but the monster would still be unsupported for a certain amount of time, sending it to the ground. That would leave him wide open to be ripped to pieces by the lighting fast flurry of ripping and tearing motions the Faustian demon would commence. Perhaps, if the pieces were small enough, and well-scattered; the being would be unable to create enough lava within its core to reattach or regrow everything. Sebastian leaped back into the concealing clouds of shadow again, planning his next course of actions as the final injuries from those scales closed up.
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Aug 12, 2012 15:45:11 GMT -6
As Tyrion slammed into the solid armor head piece he would simply dent its super hardened metals. In the split second he was hitting the demon he felt part of the power he absorbed from Sparda seep from him through the very helmet he smashed. The dark aura was being sucked in straight through the mesh frame covering the front of the demons helmet. The momentum caused the Goliath of a demon to slowly tumble backwards crashing to the ground sending a plum of dust from the streets around him.
Sebastian was his own worst enemy here. The demon turned its body rapidly on his first decent sending two more of his spines directly into the abdomen of the descending demon who got little more than pavement as the demon rolled to the side. When the legs came free it landed on all of its hands. It moved so rapidly that it was nothing more than a blur at this point moving away from Sebastian's attacks as two more arms began sprouting from where its legs used to be. Now supporting itself on three of the arms it began yet again sending scales into the darkness, this time it was different thought, the scales were covered with its magma core setting fire to the area removing shadows across the walls as it did.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 12, 2012 16:59:13 GMT -6
Kissira's head snapped to the side as the Force became rattled with a new power- Another Force user. How had she not sensed it before? Easy, she hadn't been paying attention. But that was understandable considering. She would deal with the user later if need be. For the moment he seemed to be on their side, but when it came to the darkside, looks were very deceiving. She returned to her own foe in time to see his foot and blade sailing forward from her little yank. She smirked, he was smart. Oh good, she hated fighting stupid opponents. With a quick burst of speed, she jumped clear over his assault and twisting over her own body to land off to the side. Something peculiar happened, her aura, now invisible again and back to it's harmless state, was acting strangely. It no longer twitched and swirled about keeping itself moving so that she could use it whenever she pleased. No, rather it now simply flowed about her gently caressing her and letting it's presence be known. Then she felt it, the balance within this being... A perfect balance of corruption and light. So that was why. The balance of light and darkness within this being was so perfect that she couldn’t help but smile to herself. Even just being near the knight calmed her racing brain and pounding heart. It was that balance that reminded her of what she was supposed to be, what she had been striving to achieve and had been successful until the beginning of this battle. It had been the corruption that had sparked the memory of her darkside origins, and it was now the holiness that reminded her of her new life. She shook her head to herself, so foolish. Once again she had fallen prey to her emotions without even realizing it. But that would no longer be an issue. She took a brief second to let the Force wash over her and clear her mind of all of her tense thoughts; to wipe clean the slate of her memory. Enough of this drama, all that mattered right now was that she stay true to her long time agreement she and her husband had made all those years ago. A laugh escaped her lips, she could be such a child at times. It was in that moment that she realized what had happened. Because she was of dark origins that the energies sent off by the demons had seeped into her mind and re-sparked that long dormant nature. Because she hadn’t been paying attention to her mindset, it was easy enough for her emotions to revert. However, now that she was at least aware of the situation, she could feel the negative emotions that had welled up so easily before simply fade away into nothingness. After all, how can something be fixed if the issue was not known? Feeling lighter ad quite renewed, a smile of quiet amusement formed. This is going to be interesting. Kissira stood and rushed the knight-like being, her footsteps not making a sound as she ran. Now was the time to see if her connectivity with the Force had regained itself. When she was within arms reach of the beast she vanished, putting on a burst of speed that for a brief moment made her invisible. But it was only a moment, she reappeared on complete opposite side and her saber in mid slice at the demon's midsection. The glowing crimson plasma crackled as the air rushed past it's surface; her body holding no emotion but a cool, solemn concentration. ============================================= Her saber seemed to lance off of the knight's armor before he himself turned to face the woman, his golden sword's ruins glowing before the sword itself changed and grew and flames over too it. He plunged the flaming sword into the ground shooting waves of hellfire towards the female before becoming a blur and appearing a few feet from her face as he lunged the blade forward. ============================================== "Whoa!"
He had to swerve at the last instant, breaking off the blow he had planned to avoid being knocked senseless by the demon's hammer. He hadn't expected something as big as this foe to be capable of moving with anything resembling speed of any sort, but what he really hadn't expected was the brutality and suddenness of the attack. That hammer of his just tore apart anything in its path, and while Blade was fairly confident in his armor's integrity....he didn't want to chance it trying to endure a hit from that hammer. Even if it didn't break the armor, it would hurt -- a lot, he was quite certain -- and he couldn't afford to be slowed down by an injury right now.
He had broken off to one side and in a heartbeat he had circled around behind his foe, and launched himself back several meters, skidding to a rough halt and gouging up twin trails of debris from his rough landing. He paused for only a split-second, before he launched himself at his foe again. His Tekk-Lancer was drawn back as if he planned to attack head-on, but then....his green eyes flashed ominously and he simply vanished. It looked like teleportation, but in reality he he simply dashed above his foe at a speed that tore through the speed of light, and paused only long enough to give a glint of green from his now glowing eyes before he dropped down like a meteor toward his foe.
====================================== Ruricola smiled as the armored human came full speed at him and for a moment was taken off guard when he preformed his little trick. " Pathetic!" he roared outward while flipping the war hammer where the head was now settled into the ground. The end of the pole began to glow a bright read before a huge destructive wave of energy unleashed upward threatening to swallow this human whole.... ==============================================
He slowed his pace and turned his head, sensing that his foe had evaded his initial attempt to start their confrotnation. If nothing else, however, he had at the least called him out and his challenge been answered. "I would hope the same of you. I do so hate a battle that proves itself to be boring." He turned on one heel and started at this 'Umbrux' as he revealed himself to be. So....teleportation? Or some other trickery?
"I am called Revan."
And with that said he flourished the saber in his left hand once before seamlessly transitioning it to his right hand. Without a movement to direct the action, he reached out with the Force. The ground under Umbrux would all at once splinter and crack as countless spires of stone and earth would erupt with explosive force to skewer the cloaked demon.
============================================ He felt the ground rumble and as the spires of earth beneath began to shoot up, Umbrix shot up into a back flip gracefully landing on the tip of a spire before having his arms crossed. "Please... such tricks will never work..." He dropped his arms, A thick shield materializing one one arm, the shield itself holding razor sharp edges. In his opposite one, shadows formed a wraith like blade that's core hung around his hand. "My turn." He vanished again but Revan would feel his own shadow rising up and grasping at his own ankles just as Umbrix came into vision looking to decapitate him with the shield. |
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Post by Linx on Aug 12, 2012 18:27:54 GMT -6
Tyrion snarled as he felt the power slipping through his fingers, and with a cry, his arms snapped out, launching dozens of black chains to impale the minor demons in the area, drawing them into his own body, making their power his. It didn't hold a candle to the power he'd garnered from Sparda, but it was not insubstantial. He rose above the fallen goliath, and spread his wings roaring again in bestial fury as hellfire surged through him, combining with the lightning he wielded, sending it down in a torrential cascade at the beast below. Fully seized by the fury roaring through his body, he didn't care about strategy, nor finesse. All he cared about was smashing the unholy hell of everything that stood between him and more power. Alongside the racing current of lightning and hellfire, his blackened chains interwove themselves seeking to pin the beast, and drain power from it as well to fuel and empower the demonic fury usually locked within the proud king.
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Post by Saasha on Aug 13, 2012 0:16:39 GMT -6
She cursed her self silently, of course it hadn't worked. He was practically made of fire and her saber blade was plasma. She used the momentum of the recoil against his armor to twist full circle and swipe across the path of the flames now rushing at her to burn her alive, extinguishing them with the sheer wind of the swing. Now the knight. She didn't have time to draw the sword on her back so she stepped to the side and parried downward to let the sword fly straight past her. This action put her in close range of the knight- so close that the heat coming off of him began to sear her flesh. She quickly stepped past him and reeled to his back, dropping one hand from her saber to draw the sword on her back. Kissira replaced her saber to her hip at the same time the sword whistled from the sheath. Now she was ready. Kissira lunged at his back, the tip aiming to drive through the small slats in his armor.
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Post by Cap'n Failz on Aug 13, 2012 15:12:03 GMT -6
His eyes flashed green as his foe roared at him. Under his helmet his eyes narrowed in focus. The moment the energy would have engulfed him, he rolled to one side and spun into a quick corkscrew. He skirted the pillar of energy and within a moment he had impacted the ground and bored right through it, disappearing below the earth. He would be gone for only a handful of seconds before the ground under his demonic opponent wouls glow green and immediately burst upward in a storm of raw energy. A Voltekka at maximum output had been unleased from directly below his foe, and he cou8ld only hope it would prove sufficient.
He was hoping not to have to resort to the Blaster Voltekka.
Revan lifted his gaze to follow Umbrix as he landed on a spire of earth. Agile indeed. This might yet prove interesting. He observed with some interest as weapons formed in his foe's hands. Their solid components would likely prove no match for the blade of a lightsaber, unless they were of some sort of magic....then they would likely clash as if steel against steel.
He looked down as he felt something grasp at his ankle. He went to pull himself free with the Force, but he sensed the imminent danger coming from Umbrix's assault and reacted instinctively. He bent himself backwards at the waist, avoiding the decapitating blow. In the same motion, he thrust his open palm toward the ground. What followed was a blindingly bright flash of light, utterly destroying the shadows below him and freeing him.
He continued his backwards movement, springing into a one-handed backflip, landing in a ready crouch, saber held in a defensive stance before him, while his free hand was held ready at his side. "An impressive trick. But as you said yourself: such tricks will never work."
He clenched the fingers of his left hand, which crackled with a sudden surge of lightning, and thrust his left arm forward. A storm of lightning leapt forward. Everything caught in it was utterly blown apart and desintegreated; great gouges were vaporized in the earth, stray bolts decimated entire walls and structures; but the majority of the torrential storm of lightning was headed directly for Umbrix.
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Post by sebastian on Aug 13, 2012 15:22:05 GMT -6
Sebastian sighed as he stood up again. The same projectile tactics... With ease, he pulled the spines from his abdomen; which were slick with his own blood. Some blood had began to trickle from his mouth as well, but his injuries were nothing. While likely fatal to humans and most other creatures, he was spawn from Hell itself. He had no essential organs down there to puncture of falter his movement. It would take much more than that to cause him trouble. Oh yes, there was pain; a lot of pain... But pain was an easy thing for him to ignore. The demon took a step forward, and the spines were suddenly no longer in his hands. He had hurled them at the magma fiend's eyes with the ease of long practice. He could throw knives with flawless aim; spines were no different. The eyes of the enemy had been an easy target for him. A few drops of blood fell the ground at his feet as his abdominal wounds closed. It seemed like a straight forward tactic wouldn't work; it was time to change things up a a bit. To start, he realized that their battle momentum had taken them further away from the nexus than the other combatants. The talons reverted into fingers for the time being, seeing as head-on offense with tearing wasn't going to work.
He casually unbuttoned his tailcoat and shrugged out of it; holding it up to look through the two bloodstained holes left by the spines. "What an awful thing to do to a perfectly good tailcoat... I suppose I'll have to mend it now..." He sighed. There was no sign of motion; he moved that fast as he pulled a spool of thread and needle from his pants pocket. Then the flaming scales were sent his way, and he started to casually stitch the holes closed; apparently unperturbed by the flying magma scales. He was entirely focused on his task, though he was also seemingly disappearing and reappearing as he dodged around the flaming projectiles. It was almost like a dance to him. The last time he'd done this, it had been while avoiding machine gun fire. These scales were much faster, but still avoidable. It didn't look like it, but he was studying every single movement of the beast; it was almost like slow motion to him in his concentration. Dodging bullets had been easy, he needed only to see them coming and was able to jump out of the way. But with these scales, it was a bit more difficult... All he was doing was using the moving arms to anticipate which direction the next flurry would come from; while still mending the holes in his coat.
Finally, he used his teeth to bite through the thread; and returned the spool and needle to his pocket. The coat was pulled back on and re-buttoned; he continued to dance around the flaming scales. Yes, by this point; he was merely taunting the beast. He wanted to piss it off to the point that it couldn't focus, maybe even weaken its defenses as it did by using up those scales. Speaking of the scales; it had now completed its next volley of the flaming things; leaving an exposed husk. But he didn't aim straight for it this time. The shadows and dark feathers were closing in again. Those clouds were their own semi-liquid, semi-gas substance. They were heavier than air, which was why they didn't just float away. The fires which sprung up from the magma scales in the surrounding area were swallowed by the darkness; drowned by the lack of oxygen which existed within the demonic aura poisoned air. With a flash of movement, the butler ripped an iron pike from a nearby pile of rubble; and spun it around multiple times as a warm-up before settling into a stance that suggested martial arts with staff usage. The head tilted slightly as he held it in one hand with the sharpened end facing the ground, ready to be snapped up in a flash should defensive tactics be needed. "Come now... Surely you can do better than that... Give me a challenge... You're already boring me."
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Aug 13, 2012 16:30:38 GMT -6
The attacks didn't help as he continued to stand unphased by attack by attack. Instead the very essence he continued to absorb from the Netherrealm allowed him to continue to build power increasing the density of his armor and the power behind him to rise. Given that the demon was simply a spirit attached to armor the current simply flowed through the metal not harming it. The chains that flew at him caught his right hand but his left caught the chain instead. He tugged hard at the chain with both hands pulling the elf.
No luck to Sebastian as the demon easily caught both spines that were aimed for its eyes. The exposed patch on its back began to cool yet again crusting over. In the mean time it would disappear and reappear with speed that couldn't be tracked by the natural man, but the demon was aware Sebastian could follow it through its aura alone let alone sight. The demon rolled forward and was launched into the air brandishing a spine in each hand as it went all out with each arm moving each one to slice the demon up in rapid motions that took less than a millisecond to pull off.
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Post by dmc89 on Aug 14, 2012 4:08:13 GMT -6
As the Volteka blast shrank down chard bits of flesh and innards of the demon went everywhere only to be devoured by the ground beneath. However in his blade holding a mighter hammer was something much worse... his blue glowing eyes shined from behind the armor plated mask. His attack came faster then one would expect from someone of his size. " I am Dranex! I shall be your opponent now!============================================== Umrix's shield was raised towards the lighting the attack itself seemed to atomize anything besides the Shield and what was behind it. Instead the Shield seemed to absorb the lightning before it was shot back out towards Revan doubled in power. ============================================== What would happen next would take Kissira by surprise as large slits opened on the shoulder blades of his armor and wings of fire shot out looking to impale her in a fiery wall as he turned and caught her sword, flipping it round in a vortex of a parry. "Try harder little girl." |
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Post by Linx on Aug 14, 2012 18:44:58 GMT -6
Tyrion growls as the demon tugs on the chain, but he'd find his grip empty. As quickly as they'd come, they'd vanished just as fast. Some small part of his mind still recognized the need for tactics and strategy, but couldn't win out over the fury and hatred he was indulging. However, he could direct that fury where it needed to best be spent. Instead of now targeting the armour itself with the lightning, massive bolts slammed down around the demon, opening up craters in the ground to reduce it's mobility. Perhaps in time, the rage would abate and he'd be able to fight much smarter, but for now, he'd keep hammering away with brute force, neither of the opponents gaining an inch of ground.
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Post by Saasha on Aug 14, 2012 21:27:03 GMT -6
"I believe I shall." She smirked. With a rustle of wind, a glistening wall of energy solidified around her at a slant, causing the fiery wing that flew for her to slide past without touching her. This done she let go of her sword and yanked it to he other hand with the assistance of the Force, using the momentum of the other blade to release it from the vortex. She reached out with the glistening power wall to surround him in a cocoon of raw Force power, trying to prevent him from moving, at the same time the area around his throat suddenly tightening dramatically. She added more of her force to the body restraint for extra security as her black aura became visible one more, the hundreds of needles now turned into barbed spikes that appeared no more than a few inched from the knight's back and sides.
At the same time, her hands tightened around her blade and it crackled to life with the Force-imbuement that she had so enjoyed watching her husband use time and time again. Her family's face fresh in her mind, she drove the blade onward toward his helm, aiming right between his eyes.
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Post by Cap'n Failz on Aug 15, 2012 19:26:05 GMT -6
His eyes flashed green as his left arm lashed out. He caught the spiked hammer in his hand. The force behind the blow drove him back and made him momentarily regret his decision, but he held firm and after a moment regained his ground, holding back the hammer. With his face covered it seemed as if no effort was being put into it at all; but he was definitely putting some effort into it. He'd dealt with things with more physical power, but not often.
"That all ya got? I'm disappointed."
Revan merely held his already-outstretched arm forth as the lightning was rebounded at him. The energy seemed all pulled toward his open palm, collecting into a compact sphere within his hand. He slowly closed his hand around the gathered energy and it shattered like glass, suffusing his body with a gentle glow for a split-second before it was absorbed into his own strength. "How amusing a trick." He slowly spread his hand as the air around him began to glow faintly red, growing thick and humming with power.
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Post by sebastian on Aug 15, 2012 19:35:06 GMT -6
"Much better..." The voice whispered as the attacking demon came head-on with a flurry of it's own attacks; brandishing its spines in numerous arms. Sebastian continued his ballet, dancing around the blows; and raising his iron pike in a lightning quick counterattack whenever arms were extended toward him. Each time a spine came close, it was sliced neatly in half by one end the heavy metal; and then the other end of the pike would lash out in an attempt to remove the arm carrying the spine. He knew by now that the magma creature's regeneration ability was astonishing; but that was fine. He was still toying with the foul creature, and enjoying himself. Two more arms which had hands bearing spines came at him, and he leaned back at an awkward angle just enough for the arms to swing past above his head. The pike was already in place; and the demon would sever its own two arms on the metal from the momentum of its speed. But he was getting bored again... And he back flipped out of the demon's reach; landing gracefully as he raised his pike again. He threw it with immense force, spear-like, directly at the beast's gut with his usual flawless aim. He figured the monster would simply dodge again, his speed was something to be wary of. But this game had already gone on long enough.  "Now then... It is time to end this worthless battle." His sneer stood out harshly against the shadowed face. He was planning on using similar tactics to those he had used against Claude; that foul demon, who held the spider as a symbol, that he so hated; assuming his next tactic failed. But first... He needed water... The ground beneath his feet ruptured, massive cracks opening up in the earth which shot along the surface in the direction of the enemy. A huge trench appeared beneath the beast without warning, opening rapidly as his sneer widened. The very earth began to fall away around it, and there was even water beginning to flow at the bottom of the deep opening. Perhaps he'd hit an aquifer? Or maybe he'd struck an opening in a cavern which held an underground lake... Whatever had happened; it was an unexpected, but welcome bonus. Should the beast tumble into the water, much of the liquid would evaporate, if not all of it; but the magma would still harden to rock. The monster would either be frozen, or dramatically slowed. But he wasn't setting his sight on that trickling stream down there... There had to be more water... Much more... The darkness around the battling pair grew impenetrable, completely opaque, as the black feathers swirled in toward him at the fresh surge of demonic power. Just as Claude's animal symbol had been the spider, his animal was the raven; a bird from hell itself in many cultures. On past occasions, he had shown himself to humans in the body of a raven; watching them until he learned if they were truly worthy of a contract. Ravens were also considered bad omens by many... And that suited him just fine. He was a bad omen to this magma demon, that was certain. The pink eyed demon moved forward ever so slightly. If he could widen their battlefield ever so slightly... The trench continued to grow; until he finally halted the breakage when it was about a quarter of a mile deep. A single crack branched off and began began to extend to the east at blinding speed; growing wider as it moved. He felt a stab of regret as the crashing of age-old rubble collapsing into the opening sounded. He was avoiding as many buildings as possible, the break in the earth curving smoothly around any structures which looked inhabited; while retaining a fairly straight path. Those curves would serve a natural bends in what he was about to create. However, almost everything in the way had already been reduced to unlivable terrain before his trench went through; so there would be no terrible losses. The destruction had likely come from previous wars upon these grounds. It was a good thing that the people who did live here had already evacuated when the nexus appeared. He made a mental note to come back through here after the battle and rebuild the homes which vanished; while the lost rubble would just be forgotten and washed away. He had no intention of carving a swath of destruction through the city; he had a feeling that it would be rather displeasing to his newest master. She was, after all, aiming to rebuild the city. But sometimes, minor sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. Hallowton was bordered on three out of four sides by the sea... Sure enough, he smelled salt water and heard a distant roar. Perhaps the flowing water which would start running through here would become useful for future generations, it would at least be the first step to making this place begin supporting life again. Every life supporting ecosystem began with a water source; deserts being a prime example. No water meant no life... Cities only grew up near a water source in desert terrain. Part of Integra's goals to rebuild Hollowton would be set into motion through the beautiful waters. This river would back up the phrase "to kill two birds with one stone" quite nicely. Maybe even more than two birds; assuming that any of the other demon generals here were caught in the flow. While water might not have as much affect on the non-magma beasts; the sudden power of a river at their backs might serve as distraction enough to allow the other defenders to land fatal blows upon their targets. He fixed his eyes upon the magma beast; and a wicked, predatory smirk spread slowly across his face.  "I would say 'rest in peace', but I don't believe us demons are ever granted that luxury..." He jumped to the side onto firm ground as the section of earth beneath his own feet fell away; washed out by the furious waters which were making their way down the break. Centuries of wasted soil were dragged away before the power of the water, and the trench began to fill quickly. Unless the beast had managed to move away when the scar in the earth had first been opened; he would be swallowed by the medium-sized river which had been earth mere moments ago. The quarter-mile trench would be smoothed out into a riverbank through which the waters could flow smoothly within a day or so. And if the enemy didn't fall in, well then... He would just battle it to the point where it made an error and fell in of its own accord. Then he would land the final blows to end the battle. |
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