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| Arcana Fang | Apr 29 2013, 08:20 AM Post #16 |
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One of the creatures didn't have the luck or skill to pull itself back from the barricade the foe had managed to set up. Whimpers and cries fell from the beast's mouth as it pushed itself off from the spike that had entered it's shoulder. The next creature took a deep breath in, and in a midst of a moment, exhaled. It would have been normal breath coming from it's teeth, but this Rakanok could breathe fire, and was using it to try and draw this being out from it's barricade of spikes. The other creatures broke their attack formation and waited to see how the fire handled their prey. In the midst of the demons circling the fighter, another creature watched in speculation. The demon stood about seven feet tall and as extremely well built, however, it wore a black cloak and couldn't be seen in the midnight's embrace. It decided to speak to the being fighting the wolf-like demons. It's voice traveled through the spectral realm and reached into the inner core of the other being. The texture of the voice would sound ancient, yet at the same time, living. Like a cold dead memory, but with fire from just beyond the grave. The voice reached deep into Nightmare's soul and spoke. "Unfortunately, you'll be the victim of this pack of Rakanok demons..." The cloaked demon spoke with a little more hostility and deeper undertone before continuing, "My brother and I will make quick work of the humans, and you, should you choose to interfere..." ------------------------------ Scott was staring at something straight from a horror film. Instead of looking at a water moccasin or a cobra, he was looking at the combination of snake and man. A demon whose form resembled a serpent. The demon was on one side of the pit, while Scott and the stone were on the southward part of the pit facing from the being. "I saw you comin' a mile away, you freak." Scott said, reaching for his weapons on his back. The snake-like demon slithered for a moment before focusing it's serpentine eyes on it's challenger, who was holding the prize it sought. "You might have sssssSSSSSSSSeeeen me coming, but you won't ssssSSSSSSeeee much after that. Give me the ssssSSSSSSttttone, and I'll let you live." The creature slithered words from it's mouth. Scott looked at the stone and grabbed it from it's resting place in the Georgia clay. It was slightly warm, and pulsating. Holding it, he felt powerful. Unlike his normal power, but that he was getting power from somewhere else. "List'n here. You hit my brother with that damn snake tail of yours. So if you don't want to end up like a bad batch of sushi, you better slither on' outta' here." The creature wasn't content with listening and instead decided to go for a straight attack. It's upper body shot forth like a bullet shot from a gun, with it's fangs open to plant themselves in the muscled flesh of Scott's chest. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | May 6 2013, 01:39 AM Post #17 |
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The spikes that emanated from the shockwave weren't very high and managed to provide cover, while still being easy to leap over. The creature to Nightmare's side began to exhale plumes of fire towards him, prompting him to roll to the side and jump over the circle of spikes closes to him, before firing another javelin from his right forearm straight at the beast. Raum shifted into a chain, one that Nightmare began twirling expertly before flinging it for another group of creatures, in a bit to lasso them. The chain was covered in spiky protrusions that, when wound, would cut through flesh and bone if tightened. It was then that the mysterious voice spoke into his mind, like a whisper, only seeming to echo everywhere at once. "Unfortunately, you'll be the victim of this pack of Rakanok demons. My brother and I will make quick work of the humans, and you, should you choose to interfere..." Nightmare's gaze flitted left and right to try and determine the source of the voice, but could not detect anything in the vicinity, considering the abundance of demonic presence surrounding him. The voice was obnoxious though, it clearly underestimated Nightmare's capabilities as he had not even tapped into a fraction of his abilities to fight off these animals. |
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| -Storm Tech- | May 10 2013, 05:41 PM Post #18 |
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A moment passed, and the mood settled. Three paramedics entered room 211, stretcher and other gear in tow, and set to work removing the two battered men from the stained bathroom that, along with the rest of the room, had seen its share of hell today. Hugo sat calmly as the men worked, silent as his now deceased partner, leering at Jay as he stood across the room. Jay paid the Hispanic little mind. He paced the main room, scanning for physical evidence that might lead them to their new primary target. Albert leaned against the corner of the room next to a tall floor lamp with a smartphone in hand. "Uh, Jay...DEA's got nothing on this guy. Sure he's with La Familia?" "Not sure of anything right now other than our man's not here," Jay replied. Jay floated to the nearby window, watching outside as intermittent blue flashes danced quickly on metal scaffolding. "Al, call for local SWAT. Get Philip out of here. I need to get some air too." A lighthearted smile crept over his face. He realized their mission here would not end so quickly, and mentally debated whether bringing a weapon with him on their search would be wise. Having been investigated for a wrongful shooting at a bar a year ago, then exculpated after the man came forward and said he drew first, he found carrying to be a liability more than anything. Jay was a stellar marksman, but was known to be too quick on the trigger sometimes for his bosses' comfort. Who could blame him for being proactive and wanting now to disarm a situation before it got out of hand? Well, perhaps anyone who understood the importance of firearms to improving one's length of life when chasing cartel lieutenants and hitmen for a living. Edited by Storm Tech, May 16 2013, 08:34 AM.
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| Arcana Fang | May 15 2013, 06:27 AM Post #19 |
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Philip was escorted back to the front of the Squire Inn, against his wishes, and ultimately stayed in his sense of doubt and nervousness. He knew the SWAT team was on the way, as he was able to overhear what Al, Jay, and his team were saying before they managed to get him back to the front. Philip decided he would try to kill his mood with a little surfing on the internet. He shook the mouse a little and the computer screen winked on. He moved the cursor until it was on top of the emblem with a fox encircled on a tiny globe and clicked it twice. The page popped up and was loading like normal, and then flashed with an error about not being able to connect to the internet. Great, now I've got connection problems... Philip turned down towards the router that was next to the tower and noticed that all the lights were blinking red, and his television was also static-filled. This was strange. It was working right before I went back to the room... As if to answer his mind's questions, his brain screamed for a cigarette. He went outside and took the pack with the red and white box, slipped him one between his index and bird fingers, pulled out his favorite metal-topped lighter, and flipped the switch twice before he was rewarded with the gift of fire and a lit cigarette. Puffing and letting it simmer in his throat, Philip looked out towards the tree line and noticed it was a little bit brighter than normal. Must've been the city throwing off light or something. Then he felt it. It was like static washed over his body, and his ears popped as if trying to fight the elevation. His cigarette fell to the ground and he put his hand on his head. His brain screamed with icy voices, something about being weak-willed, and something about needing to give in to something. Must've been the memory of some Stephen King special... Philip reached over to pick up the cigarette and as he came back up, saw a figure in a black robe. He looked around and also saw that all the officers and cars in his parking lot were gone. The figure in the black robe was maybe a meter from him. He couldn't see it's face, but was freaking out. "W-w-Who are you!?", panic was staring to take over, "Where the h-h-h-ell, is ever-y-yone..." The figure seemed to make a gesture, and then stepped back for a moment, before raising it's hand, open palm, towards Philip. As he did, he felt his mouth lose it's voice and his head became incredibly heavy. The cloaked figure then dashed towards Philip as fast as a lighting bolt and instead of crashing into him and sending the man tumbling down, he passed through the man's body and at the same time, passed into him. It was a damning feeling. Like trying to run up a mountain that was covered with snow and ice, only to continue to slip downward. Philip fought the cloaked figure all he could, but it simply wouldn't be enough. The figure appeared in Philip's mind and raised both it's hands, and it was all over. Philip felt like sleeping, but fought to stay awake. Then he felt the icy dagger of the being's voice as it told him to sleep. Philip became weak and decided it was futile to keep fighting and fell asleep. As Philip Letrone raised up from picking the cigarette, he was no longer Philip Letrone. Sure, his body was Philip, but the inner being was no longer Philip. This vessel is pathetic. But it'll have to be sufficient for now. the new conscious thought. As Philip walked past the humans who were guarding the door, it sat down behind the computer desk. Apparently this human sat here often. It's body was accustomed to sit here and was drawn here. He felt the presence of something in the distance still fighting his dogs. He looked around and noticed no one was around, and his eyes flashed green momentarily. The air crackled with energy and five Rakanok beasts materialized in front of Philip, awaiting their master's orders. Philip spoke in some sort of tongue that sounded like gibberish and the beasts began to split into two groups, one pair went towards the front door to attack the guards, and the group of three started to tread down the hall towards Jay and his company. Philip had to make it believeable, so he took a knife from underneath the drawer, and slashed his torso in what would appear to be claw marks. He looked inside the human's normal behavior and found a proper response to something that would make the beasts less suspcious to appear in the building. "HOLY SHIT!!! HELP!!! HELP!!! THERE'S SOME KIND OF MONSTERS HERE!!!" Philip screamed with panic and terror, falling to the ground and at the same time, kicking the knife underneath the desk to where no one would see it, the wound was stinging and the blood was flowing. Philip raised up, looking scared and confused. Hiding behind the desk now. Edited by Arcana Fang, May 24 2013, 11:35 PM.
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| -Fenix- | May 19 2013, 06:14 PM Post #20 |
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Kyosuke was walking down the street, until he saw two figures standing in front of each other in a park nearby. He drew closer to the location where the two figures stood, driven by curiosity and intrigue. Upon arriving closer, he saw a tall man with blonder hair and black sunglasses standing in front of a purple and pink creature. "Mewtwo and Wesker? Here? Ooooooooh, it's the Video Samurai Showdown! I didn't know it was gonna be hosted in public! Yey! He he he he he he!" The two looked at Kyosuke, surprised by the mysterious appearance of a spectator; Wesker and Mewtwo took their fighting stances and prepared to attack Kyosuke. "MAZINGER ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Kyosuke screamed. A 23-story robot that had parts coloured black and white, with a horizontal red stripe across his torso and a red cockpit in his head shook the ground as he walked and stood right behind Kyosuke; a theme played while the robot made his entrance. The robot raised his forearms while the red stripe across his chest glowed; a large red beam shot out of the glowing portion, turning the two attackers into dust. "Kay 'O'.......Suke! He he he he!" |
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| Arcana Fang | May 24 2013, 11:36 PM Post #21 |
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| Arcana Fang | Jun 10 2013, 07:19 AM Post #22 |
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((Just making sure people know I posted >< lol)) |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jun 10 2013, 10:15 AM Post #23 |
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| -Fenix- | Jun 12 2013, 10:02 PM Post #24 |
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"And there came a day unlike any other, when Earth's mightiest New Yorkers joined forces to battle an enemy that threatened the safety of New York, and only New York. The Invincible Man 'W' Backlash 'O' Armour, the Mighty Giggly Chick, the Amazing Gaara Ripoff and the Incredible Nina Sex Cravings. Divided, they were weak, but together, they became So Whores, something something heroes......I think. ALWAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS WE WILL FIGHT AS OOOOOOOOOONE! UNTIL EVERYONE IS UNDOOOONE ASSEMBLED WE ARE STROOOOONG! FOREVER FIIIIIGHT AS OOOOONE!.........CLIQUERS ASSEMBLE" Kyosuke stared at the executive he sat across from, trying to sell his idea so that the executive's company would make a cartoon series out of his idea and song. "I'm sorry, but you're stealing ideas from a show that doing well and then got cancelled by us." the executive spoke. "But that's how I'm made, you see. I take the fourth wall and make it my bit-" "Enough! Leave this office at once!" the man yelled, interrupting Kyosuke's sentence. Kyosuke stood up and walked to the large window frame that stood behind the executive and his desk. "Balcony, yey!" Kyosuke smashed through the thick glass window by running through it. The strange thing was that Kyosuke froze in mid air, maintaining the pose of a jumping man as he stayed suspended in mid air. "He he he he he he he he" Kyosuke's voice echoed as he conformed to gravity's pull towards the ground; a large crater formed into the ground below as the result of the impact that was Kyosuke. "'P' 'S'.....this post got edited........he he he he he!" Edited by Fenix, Jun 14 2013, 09:45 PM.
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| -Arem- | Jun 15 2013, 11:25 AM Post #25 |
Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper roared through the forest towards where he witnessed the falling star. Something about it made his arm itch, and for him, that was a sign of trouble. There were only two reasons for his Reaver arm to act up: there was life outside of his visionary perceptions nearby, or there was something emitting unusual amounts of unusual energy. Given that this thing was tens of miles away, that alone made him antsy. So, here he was, now juicing through the woods towards the crash site as fast as he could on his motorcycle. As he grew closer, a sound began growing more and more distinct, as well as a strange smell of sulfur. Viper narrowed his eyes. "Perfect..." Suddenly, he shot into the clearing with the roar of a motorcycle, and smashed right into a demonic minion who was unfortunate enough to pass through the space between the wheel and the groove, quite bloodily too. Viper screeched to a halt, the blood on his face now absorbing through the pours of his skin as his body absorbed the trace amounts of life-force within the foul-smelling blood. Many of the demons stopped and snarled at the newcomer. Viper only looked at them scornfully and flipped off his motorcycle, whipping out his trademark guns. "One down..." ------------------------- This is kind of a general introduction for Viper to get back into this story. Hopefully, he made enough noise to get notice from others so I may react accordingly. You happy, Arcana? :D Edited by Arem, Jun 15 2013, 11:25 AM.
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jun 15 2013, 03:30 PM Post #26 |
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(Oh good, a post I can actually respond to. :P) Nightmare's attacks proved to be quite effective and he managed to rope in a few of the creatures, before exerting enough force to tear them apart with the chain. The next group came charging in at him, ready to lunge at him as a group, before a loud noise erupted from somewhere nearby in the forest, prompting them to halt their assault. The next few seconds were a blur; a motorcycle crashed through the trees and into the clearing, slamming into whatever spikes Nightmare had erected earlier remained in place and one of the unsuspecting creatures, creating a pulpy mess in its wake. The driver dismounted, procuring a set of strange firearms and aiming them straight at any creature that stood in his way, incurring their attention and wrath in the process. Nightmare held his position, his weapon taking on the form of a broadsword as he held it tightly between both hands. The spikes on his wrists and elbows twisted and elongated, covering his forearms and hardening to provide the protection needed for his upcoming attack. "Thank you kindly for the assistance, stranger. I know not what these vile creatures are, yet they seem to be as tenacious as they are aggressive." With their attention fluctuating between himself and the newcomer, Nightmare used this opportunity to attack some of the distracted creatures. He charged forward, slashing away at the creatures and blocking off any strikes and bites using his forearms. |
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| Arcana Fang | Jun 16 2013, 09:46 AM Post #27 |
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The Rakanok were now having to deal with not one fighter who seemed to be capable to hold them off, but two. The savage beasts flung themselves at each warrior, they came in high at the being with the sword and the others went low at the biker with the guns. Their numbers, although continually spawning aside, were thinning. The cloaked being could feel the binding of the area realigning, as someone had tapped into the power of the stone. He sure hoped it was his brother. Pushing off from the pine tree, the cloaked figure phased into demonic energy and began to float in place. The aura surrounding him was a dark red, and his features could be seen underneath the black leather-like cloak. He had an angular face, similar to a serpent's skull, and bared teeth similar to the damned creature as well. His skin was covered in what seemed like smooth and glossy skin, but bore hardened patches along it that almost convinced the viewer he was wearing turtle-shell armor. He had an impressive muscular body, trimmed to the smallest point in purple skin, and he also bore three-fingered hands with massive claws, as well as feet to match. The demon pulled his hood back and revealed a pair of vestigial horns that sprout from the middle of it's head, and the same horns then hooked backwards and jutted forward, almost framing the demon's face. His eyes were lost in the red aura it was letting off. He held up his arms and spread his three-pronged fingers out, summoning more aura from out of thin air. The aura rushed towards his open hands and then combusted, turning into a inferno of fire. The fire swirled into an oval-shaped pattern. His voice boomed similar as to how Nightmare had heard it before, and Viper would hear a cold, ancient vocal that seemed angry now. "Since the Rakanok seem to be having trouble with you, allow me to indulge you in my own abilities." The demon threw the fire downward, right towards the biker's position. He then teleported back down on the forest floor and began walking towards Nightmare, brandishing nothing but his dark aura. ----------------------- The serpent's teeth shot straight towards the youth's chest. Scott seemed to be ready, but something was different. It was almost like the snake's velocity was moving slower than Scott. The young Georgia man sidestepped and watch as his opponent's charging strike ended up with the slithering thing's fangs implanted in the dirt and rock of the pit. "Woah, holy hell. Would ya' look at that!!!" Scott cheered a little. The young man had sidestepped a far superior-speeded foe, but it appear not on his own accord. The gem he was holding was still pulsating and giving off power to him even still. As the serpent demon unhinged it's fangs from the dirt and turned around. He needed to get the boy busy. So, the demon opened it's mouth and began shooting venom from it's mouth. The demon shot several bursts towards the young man, and at the end of it, spat venom into the dirt. The venom and dirt mixed together to make a sickly brown and yellow mixture. The snake took it's tail backwards and then flung this mixture towards the boy. Scott managed to turn around right as the first venom projectile was headed in his direction. He easily ducked underneath it. The second and third ones were closer to mark, but he was able to sidestep them both easily. "That the best you got there Satan?!" Scott sounded like a redneck who just won a football game. It was then, as he was covered in dirt, the fighter was thrown off balance. The dirt had something else in it that was wet, but on the parts of his clothes it had got, he now felt a burning sensation. "Ahh....Ahhhhhhhh....MOTHER....FUCKER!!! FUCK!!!" Scott let out in his yells. The venom was burning through the flesh on his back, neck, arms, chest, and hands. He fell to his knees and was writhing in pain. ---- Ryoa pulled out his combat knife and jumped back into the pit. He used his weight and the element of surprise to get an edge, as he planted the knife into the eye of his assailant. He pulled the blade with him, loosening the blade through the soft frontal cavity and releasing a flow of both blood and bone and eye juice. Ryoa landed, turned, and brandished his knife underhanded. He edged over to Scott. "You ok?" Ryoa said. "ahh...hmmm....gahh....it..b-burns....so....much..." Scott couldn't make out his sentences very well from the pain. The snake demon was clenching it's eye area in pain, and then looked over to Ryoa with disgust. "Ryoa...take...this..." Scott said as he handed him the gem. Ryoa held the jewel in his hand and was waiting to feel the reason why he had needed this thing. Then it happened. Ryoa looked over at the demon, and dashed over to where it was and smashed a hand into it's torso. The initial reaction of it leaning over and holding it's mouth open were just what Ryoa had wanted to see. He took his combat knife and sliced off the fangs from their gums. Blood and venom went everywhere, and Ryoa then took the sharp teeth and shoved them up the roof of this demons mouth. He jumped backwards and awaited for the creature to counter attack. ------------------------------------- |
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| -Arem- | Jun 16 2013, 05:35 PM Post #28 |
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"Thank you kindly for the assistance, stranger. I know not what these vile creatures are, yet they seem to be as tenacious as they are aggressive." Viper scoffed. "You don't say?" Locking aim on two demons swooping in low, he opened fire, each bullet slamming into demonic flesh with the explosive punch of a shotgun, each one heralded by thundering claps. Blood showered down to the earth as the demons fell to the ground, long dead before hitting it. One, however, managed to avoid being blasted, and came in for the kill. The merc was ready, and flipped backwards onto his motorcycle. He pumped two rounds into the demon's head, and then rammed his Reaver into the demon's chest. In a matter of seconds, the demon's body decayed into ash in the grip of Viper's hand. Viper's eyes flashed gold briefly as his body holstered the newly harvested energy, and then glanced at the other who was seeming to hold his own. "Tell me something I don't know. Oh, and wait for the bill." One by one, the minions fell. Suddenly, Viper became aware of a new presence hovering from the woods to meet him and the stranger. He could see a serpentine-like facial structure in this new face. That alone put him on guard as an old brand on his left shoulder burned. The demon spoke, cold but ancient. "Since the Rakanok seem to be having trouble with you, allow me to indulge you in my own abilities." Suddenly, it flung a fireball at Viper. Viper rose an arm to block it, but the blast sent him flying backwards into a tree. The greatsword on his back protected him from damage, but the fire torched his face. As his face healed, he saw the demon stalking towards the other fights. "My turn..." he hissed, and fired a single round towards the back of the being's head. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jun 16 2013, 10:00 PM Post #29 |
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The creatures put up a fight, but began to fall, one by one, under the pressure put forth between the two warriors. Nightmare cut through those closest, shielding himself from their attacks as he lay waste to the immediate area, while the stranger blasted through them like they were nothing. He clearly had experience fighting the unnatural, both, from his form and fortitude, as well as his lack of surprise at the walking horrors. Before long, the pack had thinned to but a few lone creatures, but not before the voice from before spoke up, prompting Nightmare to look up, this time, finding the source of the message. "Since the Rakanok seem to be having trouble with you, allow me to indulge you in my own abilities." "The coward finally shows himself, it seems." Before he could react to the attack, it sent the gunman flying into the nearby trees, smashing into them and causing some of them to fall. The serpentine creature then made a beeline straight for Nightmare, his hand glowing with dark energies the conjured demon knew all too well. "It is very rare to see one that is not a Hellion wielding the darkness..." Nightmare let the sentence run off, as there was more to say, yet he was not foolish enough to reveal what he had gleaned from the situation. While Nightmare was a demonic entity, dark energies in very powerful and concentrated attacks could still do harm to his body. His cloak, however, protects him completely from the darkness and, he deduces that a creature that wields dark matter so effortlessly is usually weak against holy energies. He pulled the hood over his head and wrapped the cloak around his arms, using it to shield his body with his right, while the left was kept behind his back and beneath the cloak, charging up enough light energy for a medium sized concussive blast. The creature was about a leg's distance away from him before he thrust his left hand out and fired the ball of light at the creature, the shock of the blast forcing him back a bit as his feet skidded in the mud underneath him. |
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| Arcana Fang | Jun 17 2013, 05:16 AM Post #30 |
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The banter from both subjects was expected, useless, but expected. As the demon was walking towards the creature with the sword, the other one pulled a firearm out and shot a round at him, just as the one in front of him was unleashing a blast of his own. Perfect. The demon winked from the physical realm, teleporting off to the side from the trajectory of each warriors ranged attack. The blast would be heading towards the human with the motorcycle, while the bullet would miss its target due to the morphing warriors own changed position. He wouldn't give them time to enjoy his teleporting act, and instead, vanished once again, his red aura leaving behind a sickly pink hue in it's wake. The creature was now possibly a yard or so above them once again, and this time, he hailed his own fiery projectiles onto the trees and their leafy tops. If the fools wanted to fight, they would have to best him under the cover and siege of an inferno. The demon beckoned this time, using his telepathic voice once more. "Escape from this!" The demon lifted his hands in the air and shoved down. The trees that were catching fire, as well as the leaves whose essence was being torched, acted in accordance to his motion and all moved to topple and cover up the fighters. ------------------- The snake-warrior let out a gargled scream as he took his slithering hands and pulled out his own fangs from his demon flesh. Purple skin and sickly black blood mixed with yellowish venom, and the fluid poured out from the orifices undesirably created in the creatures mouth. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Yo- Ba-s-g-g-g-g-a-a-rd-d-d!!" The demon fought to utter the words as the fluids escaping him made him incapable of doing so. Ryoa stood motionless for a mere second. His eyes were blood red and his demeanor has seemed to change. The young southern boy that had just been in the fray a minute ago was nowhere to be found. The snake demon swung widely and caught Ryoa center in the chest, ripping his flesh and tattering the Batman logo on his shirt. Ryoa didn't make a sound. Instead, he followed the motion by circling around his foe's arm and slicing the appendage straight down to the elbow joint. The snake hurled itself backwards and spat out blood, ire, and venom as it called for assistance. "BR-AAA--T--T-T-THHH--E-E-R-R-R!!!" The demon yelled as best as his pointed tongue would allow. Ryoa followed suit and ran towards the demon once again, only this time, the snake could see it coming. He used his pointed tail to swat Ryoa away, hitting him mid in the torso with a two-foot radius that sent the boy flying and landed him in the dirt next to his brother Scott. He even got lucky, as Ryoa was knocked unconscious when he landed, hitting his head on a stone protruding from the crash site. The stone came untangled from his clenched hand and landed right in front of Scott, returning to a neutral grayish color. "Shit...Ryoa, ahhh!!! Ryoa, gah! are...you okay?" Scott inquired between rugged breathes mixed with pain and physical reaction to the venom on his skin. |
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