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Post by Ecclesia on Jan 4, 2017 4:08:03 GMT
The voice of the thoughts that the Daemon detected were haughty and vain, and instantly gave Alice a rather interesting first impression of the imprisoned woman. The blonde could only chuckle lightly as she listened quietly to the thoughts of the strange being, who had the sunny and warm presence, yet was no sort of spirit or creature that she had ever seen before. "Not that it's any of my business... but you ought to not talk to the only one who might potentially release you like that. I don't need forgiveness, do I?" Alice would ask, smiling as she moved towards the trapped woman. "If anything, all I want is information, then I'll gladly free you. Just tell me about yourself- what and who you are will do, any perhaps a few details, hm?"
The blonde would silently await an answer, only for something strange to happen within the room. The room seemed to shake, and out from the ceiling came strange structures that would slide down around the strange gold-like woman. Azure eyes widened as the girl began to realize what was happening as she heard the stranger voice. There would be no time for receiving details and information with consent... she would have to take whatever she could in the few seconds she had. Pushing her telepathic abilities as far as she could, Alice attempted to grab as much of the information as she could out of the gold woman's mind... Oriana was her name. The other details could be sorted later, as long as she simply had the quick blurb of it all. Within seconds, the elemental would be shot out of the facility and into the fray... it was definitely going to be quite the spectacle to behold.
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Post by Jay on Jan 4, 2017 7:54:18 GMT
Amitiel The onslaught continued, with Amitiel finding herself less surrounded than before.
The Corrupted had pointedly ignored her - considering she didn't have a mortal soul, there was no way for them to actually pinpoint her as a target. The only beings that took notice were the demonic hordes.
With her powers now out in the open, and their numbers dwindling, the demons began to increase their aggression. Namely, stronger variants started to pour in, and Amitiel found her own tactics becoming less and less effective by the second.
A well-placed claw knocked the angel off of her balance, and the rest moved in to kill. One by one, larger demons started to pile onto her, knocking her around and ripping at her body. It wasn't a pretty sight, as Amitiel tried to reach from the pile of demons wrestling her down.
One began to emit dark energy, and the angel found herself in a panic. That would kill her if it became potent enough. Empyrean angel Neutral Good | Ageless | Genderless
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Post by Winter Rose Under Cold Moon on Jan 4, 2017 22:22:30 GMT
Rose & Thorn (Eokia) We cannot remain here, sister. We cannot sit here, and clean up things and continue to pretend that we are not in danger, that our friends are not in danger! She considered his words. It had been a while since Dracostar had split his confinements and emerged. only something of vast power would wake him in this way, only a threat so big as to... Raising her head to the sky, Rose considered her options. THERE ARE NO OTHER OPTIONS. Our leader has gone to fight, broken as he is, and we should fight too... You should fight. Pacifism has not kept you safe- "No it did not... You kept me safe. You've kept me safe for a very long time, you kept me safe right from the beginning, and I will never be able to make my life worthy of yours... But I will not fight, Thorn. I am already growing weaker, and I am small... and..." She made a face, the sides of her shield-like visage crinkling up as the mouth hidden under her head grimaced.
You are delicate. I know this. I have always known this. But... we must do something. We could lose this world, Rose. I can sense our enemies, I can sense their power I know that we are truly in danger... Rose stared blindly at the wooden cube she was holding, seeming to be pulled in by its nothingness, the way it was blank... It held no answers. She turned her head slightly, looked at the shadow cast behind her. "Will you be careful? Will you protect those that we have sworn to protect and kill only those that cannot be saved?" If it is war, dear sister, and if it is another dimension's denizens that threaten us I can guarantee only a that I will do my best to protect those we wish to protect. I cannot give you my word that I will not kill those who might be saved by time and other efforts. A battle cannot be fought carefully, but I can fight, if you let me. She considered it, listening to the roars, the cries... "Alright."
The transformation was peculiar, a strong wind surrounding the small white form that grew larger and darker, tripling in size... Thorn launched himself into the sky with speed few but air dragons could ever hope to manage. He resisted the urge to roar. He was a new element to the battlefield, and therefore his appearance was better used as a surprise. He moved swiftly, wings beating the air, most movement aided by his magic. He dove towards the ground as her approached and promptly vanished. The shadows were full of him then, his form could be seen if one looked down from far enough away before- he left the shadow of a larger daemon and raked his claws up along its face. His fan of spines slit its throat, and he continued flying.
He could feel daemons. They were dark, like him, but not like him in many ways. Thorn growled happily, and then stopped, mid-air. Dracostar! No! He twisted to find what his sister spoke of and became far more concerned by something else. Shadow could focus on Dracostar. Brush was moving swiftly, being pursued. Thorn could smell her, and could sense the creature that followed. Thorn dove, only opening his wings at the last moment as his claws sunk into the sides of the Corrupted's skull with a crack. Thorn's momentum carried it to the ground, and he felt.... a pull... And then a real pull, as the creature put up a fight and grabbed his tail. Thorn roared and twisted around, releasing its skull to sink his teeth into its side. It was putting up a good fight. Thorn laughed, a sound like a base drum, and dug his back claws into its back. He snarled at it and held it down with his wings for a moment, moving his head as if glancing around. Why hello Brush. Daemon at three o'clock. He gave the warning in his sibilant voice before re-engaging with the Corrupted as it attempted to rise. It's corruption pulled at him, but did not truly affect him. He was already broken in a different way and could not be corrupted by these beings, even one this powerful. He continued to grapple with the creature, a lash of his tail leaving its stomach punctured and spines sticking out of it.
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 5, 2017 0:32:36 GMT
Lilian The child was frightened. Yet she could see that Tokara was hurting, or would be hurting if not for whatever he’d been doing. Tokara had created a sort of mini fortress, with a way back towards the city for her yet he had a lot on his plate to watch out for didn’t he. That’s how the birdlike demon managed to get in, by taking advantage of that space behind, Tokara probably didn’t even have a chance to see it coming in his current state unless he coincidentally turned at the right angle, but it didn’t attack him, it attacked The child. She Screamed and kicked as she was lifted into the air.
Sarivoth It was a lucky hit, maybe the feeling that the fight was too easy had lessened his caution or something. There might not be much time before he must abandon this physical shell. The fallen moved quickly, closing the gap, and aiming for the heart this time. He had a second attack ready, with a clawed hand, just in case the blow with the blade was not as accurate as he hoped.
Mohanchor It seemed the girl at his back was having more than a bit of trouble now, and she had been doing so well before in the fray. The Volcanic being swung his club at the amassed demons. The blunt force might not take out many, but he could cut through them and maybe give the angel a hand this way. However, Mohanchor might be right in thinking that unless someone dealt with their leader they’d keep coming. Just where was the leader?
Brush Thorn getting involved was quite a surprise, and even more so was the physicality. It almost stopped brush in her tracks, a bad thing in any battle, as she witnessed Thorn seem to embrace the violence. Brush would have been better off elsewhere, away from the fray. She wished she could make it all stop but instead there was a demon, too close for her to even think of pulling her blows. She used her wind powers to turn some of the air around her into cutting blades which she directed at the large demon which Thorn warned her about, and then moved out of the way of an attack as fast as she could as she turned to deal with this new Opponent.
Shadow There wasn’t enough time for shadow to work the complex magic needed to tame the nearly blind, rather crazed, and darkness tainted dragon. Shadow witnessed the lengthy old one intentionally charge at and skewer an ally mage, who had been trying to help on the battlefield. There was little shadow could do. The polished mirror disk with its sharp edge, was the weapon shadow brought into play, slashing at the long dragon’s flank from the ground, before using breath to shoot a small range explosion in front of the old dragon. The intent was to draw as much of Dracostar’s attention away from the fight, so that it wouldn’t endanger others as much as possible. For the moment it seemed to be working too.
Jade Smithfield The cat-lady stopped what she was doing and slipped into a shadowed corner. She placed a finger to her ear, focusing on some of the tiny bits of technology embedded inside. She listened quietly , tapping into the radio frequencies to get some news. Of course she’d been sneaking around and so luckily avoiding too much conflict. It seemed time to stop that. She changed her face, pulling out more of the human side of her genetics, removing much of the fur, and changing the dominant color a bit to more of a brown. She switched up the settings on her tasaer staff, and rolled up her cloak, letting her stripes as someone from sanctuary show. She slipped out of the shadow from a different angle. She was working on the news that there were humans attacking humans too.
When she got close she saw it happen a human, who was clearly wrong, in the eyes especially, grab another and spread the wrongness. She’d hate to kill them but she could see the threat. She charged in with her staff, setting the taser end at a power level with would almost always kill the average human.
The staff’s taser end made contact, The electric shock charged through the corrupted victim, while Jade threw a knife at the other, aiming for and hitting an eye. The shocked one fell quickly. The one who lost the eye did not as it was she stronger of the two. she spun the staff to hit him in the back of the head, and needed to use the taser end a few times before he’d lie still
She looked up. There were some terrified civilians nearby. Jade rather have an Assassination job, but with not many organized forces, and the fact that she’d already determined her potential targets out of her league, she would be best off helping with evacuating the people who could be saved. “don’t be afraid. Stay close and I’ll escort you somewhere safe.”
Malik Young Malik schooled his face to as impassive a one as he could, and reclaimed his pipe. He didn’t intend to actually go on the offensive with much of that messy holy energy. Flinging some at the demon had gotten him nowhere, except in bringing her to where he hoped to keep her occupied so others would not be harmed. He did lace the metal pipe with the energy almost unthinkingly, as it seemed to bead on his body like sweat, as well as cast him in an aura of light. He used the pipe to defend from the dark orb, to at least deflect it away from anyone. Then he charged in to close that gap, swinging the pipe, in hopes of landing a low to her head or shoulders, and ending the fighting from a distance.
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Post by Winter Rose Under Cold Moon on Jan 5, 2017 8:08:31 GMT
Rose and Thorn (Eokia) You must control yourself. He spoke aloud to her though she spoke only to him, and the conversation continued despite action. This is a battle, dear sister, and I will fight as I see fit. When the danger passes or we escape it you may tend the wounded and heal the sick. Until that time, when you would not be in danger, I will remain. I am going to keep as many of these people safe as I can.. Thorn left the Corrupted he had been battling behind. He was in charge, and was going to remain so for the moment. He considered the world around him, tackling a daemon and snapping its neck. Rose, analysis. They had to come from somewhere...
He flew up and came smashing back down, crushing a pair of daemon skulls in his claws. Uh... Well... you felt the rip open, right? The way they're coming in? So... their commander probably sits at the centre of the rip. Better to do commanding, right? Correct. It is unlikely that someone like that is far from an escape point, and the way in. There's a problem though... I have no idea how to locate a rift like that. Or even if you are powerful enough to have impact to close the rift. You have most of our power, but it probably won't be enough with an army this size... and we have no good idea where to look... Well, I suppose we shall have to find some more friends... Thorn ignored uis sister's winces as he fought and killed, efficient against one to three at a time. He found his way back over to Brush. Brush of Wind, do you know where these things originated from? We might be able to hlt the flow if we know tha-ah! He rored, twisting to once again engged with the Corrupted he had previously fought. He wrapped his tail tight around the creatures's throat and clawed at it with his back claws. One moment, Brush of Wind. This infected thing refuses to give up.
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Post by Oriana on Jan 5, 2017 15:15:06 GMT
Oriana had waited and then heard the response of the creature woman. Normally, Oriana's attitude and choice of words was enough to turn away others. Pride was a dangerous thing, often the ego gave away intention and self-value. Yet this girl shrugged off Oriana's insulting tone and instead insisted that she would help Oriana only for the price of information. What information? Information about Oriana herself after all. This woman within Oriana's mind had pushed aside her pride and instead was willing to work with the vain queen of gold: she was plotting. A plan of sorts. Only those who pushed aside their own self-value for a specific cause or goal, were those crafty, manipulative and intelligent. What are you- she began to ask, but the commotion from the research lab observatory room interrupted their conversation.
The sky appeared from the ceiling, still daytime yet very dark due to the invading forces of Necropolis. Metallic lifts lowered from the ceiling and clamped onto Oriana's body. The human researchers in the room had broadcast a message from the room into hers. Apparently things had become so unstable outside, that the scientists themselves saw Oriana as an opportunity to turn the tide of war. A weapon? Yes of course, those without power often used devices or other entities to fight their battles for them. Only, to their dismay, they were above to realize that some weapons couldn't be controlled. The body cast suddenly lifted Oriana from her "throne" and vaulted her through the open roof and into the darkened sky. She felt the telepathic woman's desperation within her mind as the being scavenged for whatever information she could gather. This woman had not freed her as was the agreed payment for information, this furthered Oriana's suspicion but also gained favor for the telepathic woman. You are brave, to be delving into my mind. Be careful though of what you might find. Oriana herself couldn't remember much. Bits and pieces here and there was all she had. She knew her own name and what she was, some distant memories of her past: but nothing about having come to the human's world, nor how she had become a prisoner of such weak beings. This telepath who could read the mind and memories could prove useful in regaining her lost memories. Do not think we are even... You owe me and I will collect on your debt later. she would say to the woman before being shot out of range of the telepathic woman's ability.
Now free from the electrical torrent, Oriana felt a massive surge of power radiate off of her. It had been too long and she had forgotten how her own power felt. As she had been flung high into the darkened sky, the body forming mold was suddenly repelled from her body as though an invisible force had insisted it was unworthy to touch the queen of gold. Flipping a couple times as she sailed through the sky upwards, she stopped suddenly and floated on a level stance and looked below. Necropolis forces were spread out everywhere as though a wave of darkness. Those within the city were fighting desperately just to survive. Oriana did not care at all for who lives or died, they were all lesser beings- the only one who got her attention was the master of darkness who sat on his throne overlooking and commanding the forces of Necropolis. There is no throne but my own... she said, disgusted that a lesser beng had thought themselves so important and powerful that they deserved a throne.
Out stretched Oriana's hands, her body naked and free from all the restraints which had bound her for who knew how long. The power radiating from within her resonated with the large vat of golden liquid far below her. Golden particles flooded from her skin and formed a knight-like armor over her naked form. As her hands reached higher until directly above her head, the gold that the Authorities had stolen from her, also ascended, breaking free from the pumps and clamps that kept it secure. The liquid gold within the vat tossed and swirled about as it tested the durability of its prison. Suddenly, the golden liquid busted from its container. It formed into a solid golden orb as it began to rise slowly and pick up speed. Smaller dots appeared on the large orb's surface as it was still within the building of the Authorities. It was time for those scientists to pay for their audacity. Those smaller orbs suddenly formed into countless needles and stretched out to unbelievable lengths as they grasped in all directions, skewered everyone and everything within the building like a in-cushion. Everyone except one being, the woman who had read Oriana's mind. Around that woman, the golden needles purposefully bent and moved around her and left her unharmed. A twirl of the large orb caused the needles to spin with it, tearing the building asunder and shredding all of the targets within. After the destruction was over, the woman Alice would be the only thing alive, standing out in the open air, for the building had been ripped to shreds and lay all about, mingled with blotches of blood everywhere.
The orb retracted its needles and began to rise towards its master once more, picking up speed and glowing brighter and brighter as it ascended into the sky. The darkened sky would began to illuminate as the giant orb rose into the sky, quickly becoming visible by all forces below. It was almost like a miniature sun as it rose into the sky and infused itself with its golden host. Once infused, the golden orb disappeared, but the light radiating off of Oriana doubled that of the orb, casting a harsh illumination over those lesser beings below her. Annoying... was all she said after a moment. With her word finished, the light around her body suddenly took tangible form of countless golden needles. These needles were thin, similar to the thinness of a sewing needle, but elongated and as long as spears. She released her hold over them then, unleashing a volley upon the whole city. The golden weapons would rain down in a shimmer of golden sparkles as they would attack everything without care for one side of the fight or another. The golden spears would skewer the landscape, attempting to stab into whatever was below. Demons, corrupted, undead, spirits, the likes of impure and unholy. Humans, machines, fey creatures and other beings associated or aligned with the "light" of this battle. None were spared from her attack.
None had been spared from her attack, but that wasn't to say the intended effect of the attacks were different. Though the "Dark" of the battle found that the spears were deadly, they would also find that these golden spears purified. Wherever and whatever they landed upon, spread the purifying attribute. The weak corrupted became cleansed of their corruption and left their hosts as wholesome living beings once again. The demons and other unholy and impure creatures would feel the mighty pull of the purity, weakening their own hold on the material plane and weakening their power.
For the "light" of the battle, those hit with the needle spears would find that they were left unharmed after being impaled. Instead, the golden needle spears would liquidize and enter their bodies through whatever means necessary. Though possibly horrifying at the thought of being invaded, they would find that their wounds began to heal and their strength returned to them.
For Alice Alice had been left unharmed through this all. Not having suffered damage during battle, nor having purposefully partaking in it, Alice had refrained from taking damage or expending her magic. There was no need to heal her, but there were other matters to be attended to. Oriana simply wished to not allow Alice the chance to escape while the queen of gold dealt with the invaders. The needle spears that fell around Alice formed a cage around the woman, intending to keep her from fleeing. Inscribed on the golden bars was "Stay put"
With those matters attended to, Oriana would descend slowly. The bright illumination fading from her body. Instead, the illumination came from below. the land she had suddenly scarred with her rain of golden needle spears gave off an innocent hue of purity from the sanctified ground. Oriana's descend was not vertical, however diagonal, as she brought her levitated descend quite close to the king of necropolis. Her descend would level out with the king's throne. He was a much larger man by physical constitution, but Oriana did not feel diminished in his presence. Mongrel. Step down from my throne and kneel before me in servitude. That is the only way I will overlook your arrogance. she said in a commanding and powerful tone. Most likely, he would not yield to her command and so she formed a two and a half handled javelin in her right hand. Your forces are weakened. Your enemies are revitalized. The land you wish to conquer is temporarily sanctified. And you have me to contend for rulership. Kneel or be slain where you sit. she would say, pointing the tip of her large and thick spear just inches away from Kasvelti's face. With his intentions of ruling everything, he had inadvertently freed someone much worse and with a larger ego than his own. She was the true ruler of all. Some charlatan would not be given an mercy.
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Post by Jay on Jan 5, 2017 16:30:49 GMT
Archangel Amitiel The stirring from beneath the pile of demonic beings would stop. It seemed as if Amitiel's struggling ended.
Except, it didn't. No, the angel simply understood how dire of a situation this was. When the angel opened their eyes, the demons would find an extreme light bearing down upon their faces. The power made them twist and scream, and their bodies simply exploded.
A pillar of light rocketed into the sky, and expanded to reveal a being from within.
Amitiel was massive, towering over the battlefield - its form was vaguely humanoid, sans possessing six arms. Unfurling its energies, six mighty wings appeared from its back, and its aura became powerful and scorching.
Without another word, the wings immediately emitted a blinding light that caused a great number of the demons pouring in toward the angel to back down.
Unfortunately, the celestial wasn't looking for surrender - they were looking for total defeat. As such, the light intensified into a blinding flash, which unleashed itself upon a number of them. When it cleared, they were naught but ash.
And, still, many of the demons stopped to gape at the being instead of run. To smite them now would mean victory. Yet, too many innocents lie in the way. Amitiel was angry, yes, but they would not be like the Lord they so brazenly rebelled against.
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 6, 2017 4:20:01 GMT
MOHANCHOR this reveling of the great celestial being was dangerous for the one who had been fighting so close. Even though he usually was able to endure great shocks and impacts he ended up knocked off his feet from where he had been trying to help the angelic being from the demons. Even though he was closely connected to fire, the hot light from Amitiel proved rather dangerous to him as well, especially at this close range. It was as blinding to his sight as to those with more normal means of vision. His rock-based flesh seemed to first melt, then boil, and turn towards steam, making it hard to keep together. The only thing that kept things from getting destroyed with the evil was the speed with which the attack was executed, and the short duration by which it lasted, though Mohanchor's appearance had been temporarily warped by it, his humanoid shape nearly impossible to recognize such, the cooling surface rock, transformed into different forms by the sudden exposure. It would probably take time which he didn't have now to recover enough to re-enter the fight.
BRUSH Brush had her own issues to deal with. she exchanged blows with the demon who was set on attacking her. eventually she managed to craft a spell which seemed to drive it off. She should have just killed it like thorn had so easily been willing to do, but she was not keen on that. It would have been more effective in ending that fight, for now she needed to catch her breath, horrified yet thankful that thorn was more efficiently dealing with others nearby. He was on to something. the demons had to be coming from someplace. Yet first the persistent corrupted. Since the other she had encountered had been frozen by her ice, brush looked for a chance to do the same, starting with wherever thorn was not biting and scratching the thing. Maybe she could help stop it moving this way.
Brush frowned once the danger seemed temporarily past, thinking about the question. "other than in the sky from multiple points, I've seen no good leads, no obvious leader either." she observed. whoever was in charge might just be sitting back and letting the weaker ones do all the fighting.
MALIK YOUNG Something was falling, Malik would have kept fighting Abeo, but he was afraid of this new attack. Not knowing it wouldn't have harmed him, the Male put up a shield around him self quickly, the see-though light membrane proving a solid barrier to deflect the gold attack from himself at least. He was very upset cause something that powerful to him shouldn't exist in this world. He disliked it as much as he disliked, his own powers, or any of the necropolis demons'. It was wrong.
JADE SMITHFIELD needles falling from the sky? what cursed magic was this? The feline human ran towards the civilians, pressing them under an alcove as the rain of metal fell towards the town. curses. this was why supernatural things got such a bad reputation here here, cause of a few especially high powered beings who were ready to do whatever they wanted, first the necropolis horde, and how this, it seemed like two sides of the same sort of evil, the evil of the unnatural brought into this world and completely disregarding those already here. Pressed against the alcove with the citizens she had rescued, Jade could do little till the rain of gold came to an end. Shoot, if this stuff stayed around after the battle was over, the economy might get thrown for a loop too. In order to keep things from chaos, Jade might need to find some allies once this battle was over. She did not look forward to that.
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Post by Winter Rose Under Cold Moon on Jan 6, 2017 18:42:42 GMT
Rose and Thorn (Eokia)
Brush's ice began to slow the creature enough so that Thorn could tighten his grip upon its neck with his tail and cut off its air. No! Wait, it's only- With the crunch of breaking bones, Thorn crushed its neck. He blinked once and left the body as it was, wary that it may return to life in some fashion. Why? It was infected, you said so yourself, you felt it. It could have been saved, surely... He turned his head as if gazing at the creature and the mess of others he had left behind. I am not you, sister, nor should I be mistaken for you. I love you and understand your promises, but those are not promises that I made. I have never shied from taking lives, and quite honestly without taking down their number they will only amass more. Their deaths are to save others that would have otherwise encountered them and possibly been cut down. She was silent, nearly distraught, and he stopped speaking to her aloud and returned his attention to Brush.
He turned his head diagonally, contemplating Brush's observations. That is not particularly helpful in any way, unfortunately. The skies, while I can sense the demons, do not appear to be split above our heads. This is good. Allies we acquire on the ground would be tough to get near something like that... He tilted his head the other way. A good strategist, a good leader would have chosen a significant place to begin assault, so as to have the most effect in one blow. A heavily populated area. A city... a capitol? Yes, that would be a good place to start... but we have not journeyed anywhere in a long time, Rose. Brush of Wind, are we near a large city or capitol of some kind? Thorn's words were drawn out, and his wordiness exhausting.
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Post by dmitrisladovich on Jan 6, 2017 23:29:22 GMT
The first time Lieutenant Logan Kelly heard of Commander Dmitri Sladovich was when the man told him, paraphrased, get up off his ass, get to town and play the big damn hero.
He instantly took a shine to the man.
Then, when his actual boss, a doctor Magnui- Magno- Maghoweverthefuckyousayit started to complain, the officer told the creepy cnut to stuff it and did something to the lab. Whatever it was really rustled the jimmies of the Doc, but by this point Kelly was busy loading his boys and girls onto humvees. He only really half listened in, more occupied with private Sprey who somehow managed to misplace his helmet. Some might say he was harsh on the kid after a full night of boring patrols.
Those people would be kindly asked to direct their attention to the fucking demonic invasion right on their doorstep.
"Come on trooper, we are leaving!" Kelly shouted.
"Yes sir!" Sprey shouted from inside.
"Don't call me sir! I work for a living private fucknut!" Kelly shouted back. Gods damnit just because the brass decided to promote him to an officer (against his wishes at that) everyone assumed he demanded everybody grovel and brown nose. Assholes, the lot of them. Even the ones who promoted him. Especially the ones who promoted him.
He dropped back into his seat glared at the world in general, and the nexus of evil energy in particular. Thus, he missed the golden threads that suddenly and brutally shredded the lab, he just slammed into the passenger seat as his driver, bless him, instantly punched it to get them out of the possible follow up blasts.
"Fuck-"
"Artillery?! What was that?!"
"Get out of here drive drive!"
"Quit that com chatter! All troops form up on Flamingo street, repeat form up on Flamingo street. We'll make a convoy and head for the earthquake shelter. Go! GO!" Kelly yelled out. In a quieter voice, he continued.
"Sprey? Baker? Ballama?" he queried. Static answered.
"Maybe their radio broke." his driver said softly. Kelly just looked out the window.
"Maybe Leonard. Maybe." he said. That- No. No time to think about it. He still had people to take care of.
"Contact left!" somone shouted. A pack of black dog goat things, feasting on the remains of unfortunate factory workers, looked up at the convoy and howled. Prey, they howled wordlessly, prey!
"Open fire keep driving! Keep driving!" Kelly yelled. Think again goat-bominations. Staccato barks of assault rifles answered the howls. The closest demon got turned to unrecognisable pulp as bullets shattered bone and tore flesh to shreds.
"Spread fire, call out your targets." Kelly yelled as he tried to pick off the agile little bastards further to the rear. The dog goat demons got upgraded to gorilla goat demons as their front legs split into wicked climbing claws. Effortlessly they leapt from roof to roof and wall to wall, gravity apparently a suggestion to the things more than a law. Even as a dozen fell to the quick, disciplined bursts from the convoy, their speed and agility three of the things got within leaping distance of the rear humvee.
They never stood a chance.
This particular humvee had no fifty cal on the roof. Instead it had a straight metal rod on the roof, with a set of ceramic and metal discs from large to small rising out from it. At the very top the rod had a large metal sphere.
A bolt of lightning sprung out and briefly touched the trio of demons, just for an instant. Three scorch marks were all that was left of them. Kelly grinned.
Tesla coils. Wonderful things.
"Clear!" was the call of the day. Nothing else remained to chase them, for now.
"Keep going! Just do a drive by on anything we meet. Getting to that shelter's our primary goal!" Kelly said as he peered through the sights of his rifle.
"Drive by? Hey we gangsters now?" a trooper in the rear said.
"I dunno think we need more spinners and bling." the gunner replied.
"Fuck that, we have assault rifles and a fifty cal and bloody lightning guns. A drive-by with lightning bolts is most definitely gangsta. Trust me I'm an expert." Leonard said sagely.
"What about any civvies?" Jace asked over the radio.
"I'll make the call." Kelly said.
"What about-"
"I'll make the call." Kelly cut her off in a tone that brooked no argument.
"I mean civilians on the left, in that little alcove thing on the church building. What about them? Not arguing lieutenant." she continued. The stressed officer looked at where she indicated.
Oh. Those. Well spotted of Jace really. A huddle of civilians with one woman who seemed to know what she was doing, hidden in an alcove. Part of him wondered what was up with the guardian angel's cat ears but given the situation he had other, far more pressing concerns.
"Hold up. Stop the convoy, we're doing a pick-up." he ordered and leaned out the passenger seat again.
"Hey! Need a ride?!" he yelled.
FOR LONER - LUDA FISHER/JADE SMITHFIELD
A stern, haggard man with greying hair has just asked you if you needed a ride. He practically has 'senior military badass' tatooed on his forehead and is apparently in charge of a convoy of lightly armed troops.
FOR ORIGINS - TYNANA
A collumn of vehicles just passed you by. They appear to not have noticed you, but you can hear them come to a halt nearby.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 2:56:39 GMT
eokia Jasper just barely danced out of the way. He was fatiguing at a faster rate than he should of. No doubt it was because of the wounds from the fallen angel's blade. With a grunt, Jasper thrust the knife at Sarivoth's throat. He couldn't afford Sarivoth landing another blow.
sanctuary Tynana tipped her head to the side, liquidity eyes following the vehicles. She recognized them almost immediately as military. A smile spread across her features, exposing bright white teeth. So. They were finally getting involved, eh? Summoning a machete and ornate dark armor out of the shadows, Tynana followed the vehicles.
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Post by dmitrisladovich on Jan 7, 2017 21:00:12 GMT
Slowly the Emden drew closer to docks of Capital City. Hidden within the shrouds of unnatural darkness the servants of Necropolis remained safe from Sanctuary's famous guided missiles. However the Emden was too far out for them to attack the ship in return. An endless horde of lesser horrors harrassed the ship, simple winged constructs of spellfire, bone and hate. They hovered on the edge of an invisible border, waiting for their chance. Those that crossed it were promptly cut down with mechanical precision. Dmitri recognised them for what they were, just pawns sent out as chaff at best. Neither the enemy spellcasters nor Dmitri had revealed more than the bare basics of their ability, and both sides were probing each other. What could he/ Emden do, what were his/it's limits, where did the chinks in the armour hide? The truly galling part, Dmitri would soon be forced to reveal his hand far earlier than he liked. They held his city, every second he dallied here was another second they had for their infernal genocide. Quite the conundrum. Then the sun rose over the city. The skies, once so filled with dark constructs, cleared. A short string of gold impacted the hull and the dull grey of the cruiser lit up wtih a warm golden glow. Lesser horrors simply burned away as the cruiser bashed it's way through the horde, and the more powerful creatures found the Emden's guns and missiles hitting harder than ever with their trademark precision. Most critically the fog lifted. Slight whiffs of heat, the smallest of movement, half a glimpse of shiny plate, all were caught, analized, catalogued and targeted. Dmitri raised his hand. Missiles flew up out of their hatches. “Burn.” The hand came down. The missiles screamed off into the distance, directed along invisible lines to strike down the filth that dared trespass into his homeland. Naturally it was then the enemies played their next card. “Surface contacts on bearing zero nine five at range twenty kilometres, bearing two seven seven speed sixteen knots.” his radar operator rattled off rapidly. Enemy shipping? Where had they come-the cliffs. The bastards had hidden inside the nooks and crannies of the cliffs just to the east, waiting for him to just sail forward to pincer him between the land and whatever passed for their guns. He saw the bolts come in. Twelve in total, one for each enemy capital ship. Six missiles were still within range. The projectiles flipped in a turn that would have killed any pilot, and smashed into the incoming fire. “Helm.” Dmitri barked out. He need not tell the man more, as the ship lurched to face the incoming fire. It minimalised how much Emden the enemies had to shoot at. At the prow, the anti-missile laser lost a few precious seconds as it struggled to lock on the fuzzy, indistinct shapes of the magic bolts. It speared three. Flares, chaff and more than a few illusions that fooled other senses shot in the air. Two bolts flew off to either side, possibly fooled or possibly just not accurate enough at this range. The third just clipped them. Barely. The purple light tore a gash the length of a school bus into the side of the ship, and the entire cruiser lurched to the side as something exploded. "Fire on deck three!" "More contacts inbound!" "Go cold on all sensors, get the drone in the air and give them a taste of the five inchers. Tell Phillips this is his stop. We have to pull back to open water." Dmitri growled. They needed to get out. The bay area was simply too confined, to small for his ship to use it's stealth and long range firepower to it's full potential. As the Emden shuddered again, this time under the launch of multiple tons of angry marine, he scowled out the window at the few flecks on the horizon his human eye could make out. You win this round you freaks, he cursed mentally. “Charlston, what's the word on task force Essex?” Dmitri bit out. “They're ready for flight ops awaiting tasking.” “Put them on Bravo for me.” “Copy that.” “Essex, this is Emden, your flag for now, what's your deck like?” “STACKED TO THE GUNWALES WITH DEATH!” a cheerful female voice replied. “... Essex, please repeat.” “Flag, that wasn't-” a male voice tried to butt in. “ITS HOGS WALL TO WALL, CAP'N!” the other voice trampled over him. “... Essex, I need that strike in the air, now!” “YOUR WILL IS MY COMMAND!” “Flag, this is Essex-” “You already confirmed, Essex, stop jamming the net!” “THAT WASN'T ME, FLAG!” The commander's deep, shaky breath is loud enough it activated his mic. “Essex, are you launching your strike? Yes or no.” “Affirmative!” “Clowns.” Dmitri said simply as he pored over the map. The airspace over the littorals began to glow blue with new aircraft tracks. ... Actually that's a lot of aircraft tracks. “Flag to Essex, what the hell are you doing now?” “.... launching?” comes the rather hesitant reply from Essex. “Launching WHAT!?” “Strike... package... alpha?” Essex's skipper ventures experimentally. “Define this strike package Alpha.” “THIRTY-FIVE FIGHTERS!” “Aay-” Dmitri replies, at a momentary loss for vocalization. “F-35s?” “YES,” the skipper replies emphatically. The screen is showing a good fifteen fresh bogies in the air now, another one appearing every thirty seconds or so. “You put up your whole fighter complement?” “The whole goddamned deckload!” “Right...” The Essex had 15 Lightnings embarked, so as bogies 16 and 17 pop into view, circling as they form up their strike, Dmitri spoke with new confidence. “Essex, what the hell are those extra aircraft you're putting up-” “FOR-YOU'S!” Dmitri's ragged exhalation hinted at the roiling wrath in his breast. People were dying out there, this was the last kind of clownshow he needed. “Essex. I will ask you. One. ONE more time. What the FUCK you are launching,” he said, his voice surging and recoiling like a wintery gale. “BEES, FLAG, BEES!” “Meme at me... one more time,” Dmitri breathed, his voice chilling through the distance barrier and freezing the other end of the line. “I dare you, skipper. I double dog dare you.” “B MODEL B MODEL LIGHTINGS F-35 LIGHTNING II B-MODELS FOR FUCKS SAKE-” “SO WHAT ARE THE OTHER SEVEN, NO, EIGHT FUCKING AIRCRAFT LEAVING YOUR FUCKING DECK!?”
While Dmitri did his best to verbally strangle the Essex skipper, a very particular set of missiles flew out over Capital City. Bulky, over four times the size of a regular missile, with a smiley face etched into the side, they roared for one particular point in the city. Almost gently they bobbed and weaved between the buildings. An errant spear of light by one side or the other clipped one, and it split in half spilling out it's cargo into midair.
FOR LONER - MALIK YOUNG A shadow fell over Malik from on high. It proceded to creep along the street as angry roars drew near. From up above, the half desintegrated form of a dragon fell, wings aflutter at an unnatural anger. It crashed into the street hard enough to go straight through the asphalt. A dustcloud reached for the skies as black flames shoot out from the crater. In mere seconds, it is over. A smoldering figure lay at the centre of the crater. A big figure. As it slowly got to it's feet, the two most obvious facets about it were that it's over a full meter higher than Malik, and it's left arm dangled limpy by it's side. It shakes it's head. It's chest puffs up as it inhales. "HOLY SHIT! Did anyone see that?!" the figure shouted with the voice of a cheerful young male idiot. The figure tilts his head to the side as if talking to an invisible person. "I just goddamned elbow-dropped a motherfucking undead dragon so hard IT FUCKING EXPLODED! I am more than okay. I am spewing testosterone out of my nipples here! I AM A MONSTERTRUCK THAT WALKS LIKE A MAN!" The figure attempted to flex, then gripped it's broken left arm with a grunt of pain. "Fuck. Worth it." he added. He then finally saw Malik. “Oh hey. DID YOU SEE THAT?!” it shouted even as more details become visible. “Also hi name's Leeroy."
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 9, 2017 22:57:33 GMT
JADE SMITHFIELD "come on." Jade barked acting as an escort for the few civilians she had rescued along the short trip to the vehicles. She prodded them with the blunt side of her staff as needed to get the civilians moving, a clear herding action. She stood by alert while helping the noncombatants inside while keeping her ears pealed for orders or sounds of an incoming attack. If there was an opportunity for her to be useful further, she'd take it.
MALIK YOUNG Malik was half thrown from, and half rolled away from the impact zone. He didn't have time to actually see what was going on. At least he was relatively unharmed. "Look transformer dude, I was almost hit by whatever it was." Malik commented unappreciatively. He only hoped the impact hit Abeo who he'd been trying to fight before. with the speed she had shown before however, he could not bet on it.
BRUSH "There is. you can see it there." Brush pointed out a large multi-hued magical dome, which completely enveloped the large city. It seemed to be for now able to keep out the demons while soldiers outside picked them off and drew their attacks away from the large collection of structures. Some smaller areas outside, such as farms, were less protected by magic and more by the efforts of those fighting, though these outskirts were for now some of the most badly hit.
No time was given to try and get there. More demons swarmed above and brush was forced to twist and dodge, a powerful bolt of demonic energy. Missed due to her evasion skills, it was still too close for comfort. How she wished that she could get out of this fight.
DRACOSTAR & SHADOW Shadow continued to worry at the large crazed dragon, causing several small but deep lacerations though dracostar's fur and scales. Hot tainted dark dragon blood which seemed to have a life of its own hissed and steamed where it fell on the ground, seeming to just momentarily dance under the claw of a strange puppet master before falling still. There was something evil about that blood and shadow avoided touching it as much as possible.
The nearly blind dragon snapped at the air where shadow had been moments before. A sharp biting sensation cut into the dragon's muzzle as another of shadow's attacks struck true, teasing the old dragon away from others involved in the fight at least until something else caught Draco's attention. The long dragon twisted towards the air above the city, honing in on something more valuable to his attentions.
SARIVOTH the blade struck true. shoot. Sarivoth had no choice but to abandon this fight until he could recover enough to take a new physical form. His body disintegrated into black smoke. The weapon fell to the ground, but would be near useless for a creature of non-demonic ability to wield.
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Post by Yukirin on Jan 10, 2017 2:19:01 GMT
Vulpine teeth and fangs had broken bones before, and were a weapon to be recognized on the battlefield, whether or not opponents could acknowledge that fact. Yukirin noticed the headbutt coming, and as his head came forward, her jaw went upwards to meet his forehead with fangs that would hopefully deal far more damage to his skin and cranium than the force could ever do to her. She ensured that her nose and own head would not be hit from it, because despite the fact that she could heal and regenerate any injuries, it still hurt.
Naturally, the force against her jaw would still not be the most comfortable feeling, but there was not enough force to dislocate it or break teeth. The kick, however, took the kitsune by surprise. She would attempt to dig her flaming claws further into his wrists, and hopefully tear skin and flesh as she was thrown down. When she finally came to land, she would not stay down for long as she quickly recovered. Her lower side felt bruised as it throbbed from the sudden strike. Nevertheless, she knew that it would heal quickly after a few moments. With a free hand, she would summon her favorite weapon, Toketsuen, the blazing chisa katana, once more. Still attempting to hold onto one of his wrists with her hand, she would try to pull him forward and run the blade through his shoulder if she could.
His asking for her name was futile. Nevertheless, why withhold the knowledge from him? She was no significant being, but perhaps it was good for one to know the name of their killer. "Call me Yukirin," the kitsune said, flicking her dark-furred tail behind her in a happy manner, regardless of if she had been successful with her other attacks.
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Post by Jin on Jan 10, 2017 8:31:07 GMT
When a fish is pulled out of the water, its body flutters and moves about; as if struggling to hold on to the fleeting essence of life. Regardless of how much it struggles, it cannot survive out of water. This current battle has been something similar for Jin. No matter what he did, how much he struggled and moved about; it was pointless. He had cleverly attempted to use the grip of his foe on his wrists against her and attempted to head butt her but he didn’t expect what would come after. Her speed had been commanding this whole fight, why did he expect that she wouldn’t be able to react in time? Those sharp teeth pierced into his skin as blood gushed out of his forehead. Despite the sudden and painful event once more, he still managed to kick her and force her to the ground. Yet again, that too was pointless. As his original intent was to put some distance between himself and this overpowering demon but he had failed. Her grip only tightened on his wrist and he couldn’t push away. The pain stopped him and the fear that she would pull apart his arm stopped him in his track.
An action begets a similar reaction in return, as is governed by physical laws. However, her reaction was far more powerful in magnitude. ”Aaargh!!”, he had been holding the pain at bay. He hadn’t once yelled out of pain because he didn’t want his foe to feel the taste of victory just yet. But what could he do now? That sword; the one clad in fire had just pierced through his shoulder. Pain was the only thing his mind could process at this moment. He could barely made out her reply but he understood it. The foe that Jin had picked from the endless flock of enemies would be the death of him. This was not a mistake he could live to regret, it was inevitable now. His entire body was now covered in wounds, blood spilling from his forehead and blurring his vision. His shoulder too spilled whatever blood that remained. His body was motionless, he no longer had the energy to move or struggle.
The fish had done its dance, the dance of death; it no longer had any more air to process. It couldn’t even if it wanted to. ”It doesn’t matter.. I did what I could. I kept her here. That is all I could’ve hoped to achieve”, he thought as he coughed some blood. Even coughing was painful, the external injuries were enough to kill him but he had sustained internal injuries as well. ”Yukirin.. huh?”, he murmured barely audible as his lips could barely move. His vision was now blurry, he could no longer see the foe that was right in front of him. The words he finally spoke, he thought would be his last: ”I’ll remember you.. Yukirin”. Finally he couldn’t lift his own body, so his entire weight was now on the sword that had pierced his shoulder. His eyes were now closed, had he died? No, his heart was still slightly beating but considering his situation; it wouldn’t be for long.
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