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Post by Oriana on Jan 19, 2017 4:26:35 GMT
Such a shame. Her attack intending to impale the impudent Necropolis king had failed though it had chipped his throne. Oriana hadn't seen what had happened at first, for Kasvelti had vainly attempted to counter her attack with another wave of darkness. That darkness had obscured her vision for a moment. When the darkness dissipated, the would-be king was standing and clearly infuriated at Oriana's spear attack. That brought a smile to the woman's face, a smile that faded only moments later when her opponent's unbridled darkness began to affect the city and possibly the world. Her purity through gold had lessened the negative effects on the city, but the effect was still very tangible. Here and there, there were people giving in to the darkness and abiding by the sole desire to survive. If they were in a group and someone was slowing them down, they would kill the straggler or person too loud and drawing attention. Selfish narrow-sighted creatures, Oriana couldn't stand them. Her lip curled as she came to understand the effects of this would-be king's darkness. He needed to be taken care of quickly before the tide of battle was turned. Her appearance had already turned the battle in their favor, but now that Kasvelti was stood for battle, the fight seemed to be in his favor. That angered Oriana more than his original action of defying her. Not only had he defied her, but now he wished to contest with her in ruling warfare.
The spikes were not unnoticed, as her main opponent, Oriana rarely took her eyes off of the prize. The prize in this case, was the pretender to the throne. She had to admit however, he was good. It was no wonder he was able to rule lesser beings, but he too was a lesser being to Oriana and she would not allow someone of such low standing to best her. Two things happened at that time, when Kasvelti launched the four spikes, Oriana reacted, meeting his challenge. Two gold forms appeared in her hands, in the left a golden shield and in the right, a golden sword. The first spear, she met with her shield- charging it and obliterating it on impact, she then twirled and slashed her sword horizontal to slice the second spear of darkness. A second twirl slammed the third spear from the side with her shield, but the fourth spear glanced the side of her shield and stabbed deep into her left ribs. She grimaced as she completed her twirl and stood stationary in the air, assessing the damage she had taken. The physical damage was minimal, since she could heal at an alarming rate. The spiritual effect was more aggressive however. She could feel the darkness coursing through her as the spear dissipated and began to corrupt her being. From her ribs, where the wound was, her gold began to turn darker, an obsidian colored gold. While she was often composed and arrogant, now she let out a cackle of glee despite her wound. Kasvelti's attack had been only partially successful. Where it was meant to nullify positive emotions and hope, while amplifying negative emotions: Oriana was a being of selfish and vain desires. Her arm turned black, along with her sword and shield. In fact, all of the gold she held inlfuence over, began to turn black, corrupted as she eagerly accepted the rush of arrogant emotions from deep within her soul. Where her gold covered the city and purified the once defiled land: it now returned corrupted, doubled in contamination of malevolent nature.
This was but the first of the two actions performed during Kasvelti's spike attack. Truthfully, if she had focused all of her attention on defending herself, she wouldn't have been even scratched by such a meager attack. Her real focused had been on the spear which Kasvelti had barely evaded. While she was defending against his attack, her spear which had chipped the throne and passed by Kasvelti harmlessly had stopped behind the man in his blind spot. Kasvelti's attention on her and the disappearance of her spear was her real attack. While his focus was on her and specifically that she had taken a direct hit from his attack, hopefully left him wide open to her real attack. Having been corrupted and turned black, the spear would jab forward suddenly and violently from behind the man, an eye for an eye as it were. He had tried to corrupt her, so it was only fair that she would corrupt him. If successful, her spear would sink into the man, taking on a liquid property and invading the wound in his body. The composition of the liquid gold would change, having been corrupted, the qualities of the gold had changed from stable to unstable- and once inside the man. She would detonate the unstable compound from within side him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 17:27:55 GMT
sanctuary Tynana had stopped in her pursiut of the vehicles to watch Oriana with fascination. She wondered if she should join the other, but dismissed the idea. She was too weakened. Even so, she was curious about Oriana. Countless questions swirled in her mind. Tynana willed the armor away, but kept the machete, which she leaned on, dark eyes fixated on the red-haired woman.
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 23, 2017 6:42:36 GMT
MALIK YOUNG In a normal case, Malik would not be easily bothered by the dark ruler's manipulation of darkness in other's souls, but a seed had already been planted, a remnant which grew off his easily heightened negative emotions. His self doubt, his fears, his general dislike for the situation, and more provided fertile soil and food for that seed, so it grew. It did not grow so dominate so as to blind Malik to reason, yet it did cast a selfish tilt on Malik's motivations.
Malik looked away from Leon for a moment. He felt kind of off. Being too hot, sort of described it but that wasn't quite right. It was like the feeling of being flooded with more power than he ought to have, but he already experienced that, so this was a different feeling, attached to the temptation to use it rather than the comparatively healthy fear of his own potential. He glanced at Leeroy. That guy was just part of the problem wasn't he. Malik's distrust came easily, so it made Leeroy a tempting target. 'You could strike him down and run.'Malik thought to himself. 'He still thinks you're human, so if you hit now, you'll have a chance. This city's fucked already, and as soon as it's over you'll be the next target, so get the hell out of here.'
It was tempting. All Malik would need to do was stop trying to be human, and pull his energy into an attack with no restraints. That thought would have normally been very frightening to him, but right now it seemed like a reasonable means to an end.
Malik could already feel his energy in his veins, so easy to tap into and weaponize if only he would admit one thing which could give him a means to pull the stops without regret.
No. If he did that there would be no more normal life. He should be afraid of his power. Where were these thoughts coming from. It might not be the right thing for him to do but in order to not end up on a path he really would regret, Malik ran. It wasn't blind running, and he wasn't panicking. He just had to get out of this zone and go somewhere he could clear his head, escape this tempation. He'd still regret this, but he just couldn't try and save lives in this state.
LILIAN The demon fell. The child fell. The demon screeched in pain. The child screamed in terror, though she had nearly screamed herself hoarse by now. Though falling from a height higher than tokara could reach if he could lift his arms up, the fall was over in moment. The demon adjusted. Lilian didn't. The scream was cut short. The demon landed in a way which eclipsed all view of the child.
It spit some kind of tar-like glob laced with angry-looking energy at Tokara. Though this slow compared to some of the attacks Tokara had been using, it was full of dark influence which could infect tokara. The effects could be one of many, of the thrall like state created by Magog, or the soul enslaving state caused by the lord on the patella throne, or just plain old corrosive decay, or a mixture of these evil things.
The Nasty glob moved at least half way between the demon and Tokara before a nearly white light appeared behind the demon. It expanded rapidly creating a sort of miniature explosion of magical power. It appeared more harsh and hostile than anything else, for it forced the demon's flesh to rot from its bones, and moved fast enough that that glob was soon buried by the light, and so burned out of existence.
If it hit Tokara it might hurt some, but the effects were more positive, It was too short lived to act complete, but it could take the deadly edge off some of the wounds, and completely mend the minor things. Things such as his arm, would at least be less shattered than it had been previously, Though no doubt a splint of some sort would be needed later.
DRACOSTAR Honing in on whatever power was close active and largest in the area, the mostly blind dragon honed in on something other than the magical barrier which protected the city so well. Shaking Shadow off, he lept from the protective shield over the city, and this time honed in on Amitiel as the most powerful thing currently in the area.
The dragon's drunken flight was surprisingly brief. He attempted to land on her with claws and teeth bared. Most of his attacks were frantic and physical, putting him at great vulnerability but also with the potential to cause much damage. The blood from wounds shadow had previously caused, or which were to be caused was probably more potentially damaging to Amitiel than the physical attacks, for each drop was potently tainted with dark energy, causing the blood to dance like almost like flubber temporarily where it hit the ground and splatter and stick like tar while holding corrosive spiritual qualities.
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Post by Blair on Jan 27, 2017 3:00:43 GMT
From purity to corruption... it spread like a virus, the dark did. Even as soon as the sun set, did not the shadows always grow until they melted in with the rest of the darkness? Even full daylight could never keep the darkness at bay. The last thing that Kasvetli had expected was for the woman's power to simply convert. The first assumption was that the holy aspects of the gold would clash with the corruption, but it seemed like that was not the case. At the very least, it helped spread his corruption over the land, but what would it mean for his opponent? She had already gotten him to stand… how hard would silencing her be?
The last thing that the old king expected was for the spear that had chipped his throne just moments before to come hurtling back at astonishing speeds. The golden spear penetrated him from behind, making the demon grimace in pain. Though the gold was corrupted, it was a different kind of corruption. Just like one could not transfuse blood of a different type into a human being, the same was somewhat true for corruption. Still, Kasvetli did not kneel, and pulled the spear out of him from the front. A big hole in his being, yes, though nothing that a demon king could not handle. This time, Kasvetli released another giant wave of darkness from where he stood, but focused the wave in the direction of the golden elemental. This world was his- he would not give up his rule.
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Post by Oriana on Jan 27, 2017 9:52:25 GMT
It was like a dance, each participant doing their part to compliment the other. Kasvetli and Oriana had taken turns trying to kill each other and exert dominance and willpower over the worlds. Kasvelti was interested in conquering Sanctuary and all other lands. Oriana was simply trying to conquer Kasvetli and his domain. The fake king's hubris was his own confidence. He was so confident in his own power and his army, that he had chosen to attack many lands at the same time: he had spread out his forces. Powerful, yet thin. The waves of darkness his army washed over the land were not without counter: bits of light shown through everywhere as the inhabitants of the lands fought back against his darkness. Many like Oriana pushed back against that wave of darkness, though the others were less malevolent and prideful. Each had their own purpose. Each had their own reasons and desires to either give in or fight back. Such things were what defined beings and their actions: even now, Kasvetli was defined by his past rulership and his actions up to this point. He wished to rule everything and that was simply not his role. He was but a stepping stone for the true ruler.
Her spear attack had only been partially effective. She had managed to pierce his body and wound him, but his body was not that of a mortal: such a wound though an inconvenience, was not enough to kill him. The same could be said for Oriana who had taken a vicious gash to her side by one of his dark spears. His corruption had been accepted gleefully by the queen of gold and then converted into her deepest darkest desires. Kasvetli's mistake was to use that darkness in a manner to incite his target's innate darkness. Oriana had been holding back this whole time, for she didn't feel or think that anyone deserved to be crushed by her full might. That inhibitor had been removed by Kasvetli's corruption attack. Her gold had become black, though colored differently and its composition changed, it was still gold. An unstably volatile composition of gold at that. This included all of her gold across the battlefield. Though all of her gold changed, it was for sure temporary due to the innate nature of her gold's purification. For now though, she would give in to her deepest desires and make this charlatan regret sitting upon the throne which only belonged to her.
Her red hair had always been the odd part of her. She was the element of gold, her body, her powers and her very nature were that of the vain element: yet her hair remained crimson. Even now with the corruption flowing through her body and soul, her hair remained crimson. It was a sign: a sign that showed though she had changed, she was still her very deep down. Enough of these games! she screamed to herself in her mind, raising her hand skyward towards Kasvetli as she continued to ascend once again towards him. He had done unforgivable things. First, he had sat upon her throne and proclaimed himself king in her absence. Second, he had not stepped down nor vowed to serve her when she had been so gracious to offer him such a position. Third, he had challenged her and looked down upon her. Fourth, he had dared to touch her gold and even further, dared to touch her soul with his corruption. These were unforgivable acts and there was only one recourse of action left. He was to die and with her no longer holding back, she saw him as something worth destroying against all other odds with her full might.
Her up raised hand suddenly clinched shut, at the same time. The spear which Kasvetli had been pierced and then removed from his body, yet holding: exploded violently in his hand, attempting to take his arm off. Oriana would take that moment to seize opportunity for her own schemes. Twelve black swords would appear around her, floating and attached to her will as she would rush forward with a flurry of slashes and jabs at him. If he tried to counter with another wave of darkness, her swords would come together and form a elongated spear-shaped shield and push through his darkness to strike his body and then flex the tip outwards in an attempt to impale and eviscerate him.
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Post by Blair on Jan 27, 2017 20:33:21 GMT
Kasvetli was about to discard the spear from his hand, when it exploded in his grasp, alarming the evil old king. The explosion of gold removed his arm, and from what should have been a nasty, bleeding, wound, dark energy spewed forth from it, almost like a giant flame. Kasvetli formed a number of giant shields of darkness to block the swords, all moving according to his will to defend him. Suddenly, he would have the shields mold into another wave of his harsh darkness, which would become his undoing.
The swords would become a large shield that blocked out his darkness, and then a strange and mysterious spear that would impale him directly, digging itself into his darkened heart. The heart, or in his case, the soul of the true Demon King, had been pierced by something once pure... and though now corrupted, it had struck something that it should not have. With a mighty roar of pain, King Kasvetli felt his body beginning to fracture. It began to dry and turn into a material like glossy obsidian, and once completely hardened, it would fracture. As the obsidian-like material began to break, dark energy would seep from the cracks. As more and more energy seeped, a few seconds would pass. A few seconds of hesitation.
Then it happened- the crystallized body of King Kasvetli would explode. The darkness would cover the radius of a mile, and would instantly kill most weaker beings. For the stronger ones, the corruption in their soul would be enhanced even further. The Demon King of Necropolis was dead, and his subjects would see the explosion of darkness and know what had occurred. The one who had been so bold enough to slay their king surely was strong enough to take his place. Would they be an ambitious being worth being followed? Slowly, the evil spirits would begin making their way towards the place of death, absorbing the darkness gleefully as they fed off of Kasvetli's lost energy. There was no more reason to fight, at least just yet. The darkness they hungered for had to be fed off of first, and with him dead, did their orders still stand? Only when they arrived, would they know.
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Post by Oriana on Jan 29, 2017 16:23:32 GMT
Kasvetli had finally met his match. First, for underestimating her and then exposing his weakness in combat. From what she had gathered, the demon king had been a somewhat of a mid-range type of fighter with darkness magic. Oriana herself was more of a close-range melee type, though she was proficient at using long range attacks with her gold. This outcome had only happened because she wished to personally deal a crippling blow to the pretending king. With his arm gone, she had pressed the attack- surely inciting fear or hesitation within him. She had taken that opportunity and guessed at the kind of attacks he was prone to use. Those things combined with her past few experiences to his attacks had allowed her to seize victory. Her spear-like shield attack had pierced his darkness and then the very darkness that was himself. She knew immediately without looking past her attack, that the pretend king had been dealt a grievous wound. Before he would die, she would call out over her spear formation of swords. There could ever only be one to rule the throne. You were just someone who dared to sit upon the throne, yet had no right. Now perish. as she would finish speaking, Kasvetli's body had hardened with obsidian like properties. Crystallized and then after a calm of a couple seconds, the rising unbridled energy within him was released. No longer alive and having no control of his power, the energy rushed forth, causing his body to explode and send out waves of darkness across the entire city.
Many places were enveloped by a calm, an eerie quietness as the heaviness of the situation would sink in. Demons, monsters and the like would stop fighting as they felt their master perish. Very few indeed would be sad to see Kasvetli dead, more so would be eager to absorb the remaining essence in hopes of becoming more powerful beings. None were more pleased with his destruction than Oriana. Shielded behind her swords, she had withstood the blast. As the darkness began to clear, those who cast their gaze in that direction would see the golden queen sitting upon the black patella bone throne. One leg crossed over the other comfortably and leaning to the left side with a hand under her chin as she looked down upon the city with mild interest. She cared very little for who paid attention for her, they were all lesser beings which were being used for various plots of others who manipulated them- either by power or consciousness. She was a true ruler, the true ruler. Yet a queen could not rule without those below her to rule over. With Kasvetli dead, these dark beings needed a firm hand. A powerful and guided ruler.
The gold within her had begun to purify the effects of Kasvetli's darkness. Even as she sat upon the throne, the blackened center of her began to return to its lustrous golden hues and spread out over the throne. The black bone throne began to convert into gold- and then that purified golden color spread out all over her body, turning her armor normal again. All of the gold across the city under her control returned to normal as well. Though the demons and monsters had absorbed parts of Kasvetli, the now returned purified gold would rebuke their presence in the city- as though it was Oriana's will herself that being here was annoying. FOr those many who looked up at her, some for guidance, others for curiosity to see what she would do next. She would speak powerfully and in a commanding rebuking tone. Your would-be demonic king has been slain. I proclaim myself ruler of Necropolis. For my first decree, I command all of you to cease this foolish fight. Minions of darkness, return with me to Necropolis. she would say, not bothering to stand as she gave command.
All of the gold under her influence would rise into the air. Sanctuary had used much of her gold to further their own technological advances. Her pieces of gold would tear apart from such technology, leaving the city without any gold. The mass of gold would rise into the air, much higher than Oriana's own position. The golden queen sitting upon the throne, now the ruler of Necropolis found that as the ruler of the realm, she now had sway over travel to it as well as knowledge over other things that would take time to process. For now though, it was time to go to the realm of Necropolis and make a home for herself. For far too long had she been a prisoner to the feeble humans, she could barely remember anything about herself and her life before being captured. It was an important thing to her and she would need to prepare and search for various ways to find that answer. A massive black swirling portal would tear open the sky above the city, it was a gateway back into Necropolis. With her command, the army of darkness would reluctantly return to their realm. Some to lick their wounds, others to revel in the spoils of war.
For Oriana herself, there was still one other matter to attend to. Actually two matters. First, there was the curious creature Alice who had assisted in freeing Oriana from her imprisonment. Surely in this realm, Alice would be hunted and persecuted for helping the golden queen to escape custody- Oriana saw value in this creature woman and wished to extend her personal invitation to her. Having left Alice at a golden prison of her own making, these golden bars would part ways and allow Alice to roam freely. Come with me. was all that Oriana would say to the woman, though commanding in tone, it was more of an invitation- possibel the most friendly mannerisms that Oriana was capable of.
The second and last matter to attend to in the realm of mortals was in regards to responsibility. The responsibility for her imprisonment of course. The humans had dared to touch her, to use her own body and element for their own purposes. She had dealt with the scientists, but there was still one other responsible- the leader of Sanctuary of course. She knew where he was, her gold had told her. Having been everywhere, the gold relayed information back to her in a network of neuro-transmissions. She was the very essence of gold after all. The leader of Sanctuary had been fighting the army of darkness with his own weapons, though to Oriana- he seemed small, incomparable to even Kasvetli. Hardly deserving of her wrath... and yet he had invoked it by allowing his people to do as they pleased with her and her gold. After Alice was safely out of the way, Oriana would watch from above on her throne as all of the gold previously raised into the air, would return to their needle-like spear shapes once again. In one mighty and devastating moment, without even a single word to the man- she would rain down vengeance, hatred and malice upon him and whomever and whatever was near him. All of those countless needle spears would attempt to impale na ddestroy him. One after the other, wave after wave stacked atop each other as the massive attack would pierce deep into the earth and try to carry the man down after skewering and eviscerating him. Whether he lived or die, it was enough to make a clear message that no one was allowed to trifle with her. The gold would rise up once more and return directly to Oriana, infusing the insane amounts of gold into her body without so much of any physical change. She welcomed the element to herself as though it was a long lost friend or loved one. All that would remain from Oriana's viewpoint, was a massive crater deep into the ground where the leader of Sanctuary once stood. With her deed done, she would be the last of Necropolis' forces to travel through the massive portal back into Necropolis. With her presence now gone, any dark beings who remained in the city would be stuck there to await revenge by the survivors. The large portal would disappear and sunlight would once again beam through the clouds- the fading lights of sun as the day turned to dark. The army of darkness has subsided, yet there would be much darkness for the survivors to contend with. Grief and pain, the loss of loved ones. Lives ended, changed and forced into regrettable actions. For now, Necropolis would leave the mortal plane to their own doings as both sides would recover. [Exit thread]
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Post by Yukirin on Jan 31, 2017 3:16:02 GMT
Yukirin grinned in satisfaction at the man's screams as she broke his bones. No more sleeping would be permitted for him; she planned to hear those musical sounds of agony until he could give her no more. He had survived this long, and had quickly managed to become her toy. He would not die off so quickly, and it was definitely evident in the tone his words to follow. He was refusing?
As Jin's hand clasped around her ankle, the Kitsune's smile only widened. She now had his name, and was happy to see his spirit return. It was never any fun without that, after all. He was ready to fight again, and launched a kick her way to try to get her to step off of his injured and broken arm. Chuckling, she did indeed step off, but only as she tried to catch his leg in her hand. If she successfully did catch it, she would leap up and attempt to throw him. Her Youkai strength was above average, and definitely beyond that of a human's. She could easily throw one at least a few meters away, against the harsh and rugged landscape of Necropolis.
Should he be thrown or not, Yukirin would flex her claws again and leap towards him at her alarming speeds, aiming to slash him in the face with one hand, and grab his upper arm with the other to dig her claws in. Once again, her hands were lit in those azure blue flames, and another cruel smile maintained on her expression. "You're a fun little toy, y'know?" she snickered with an edge. "Shall we continue playing~?"
The Kitsune could notice the return of the presence of the Necropolis demons. Had they won, or were they returning from an unfortunate loss? It mattered not to the vixen, who now only cared about her prize from the battlefield whom she had brought back with her. Nobody would interfere, surely; most demons had at least that decency.
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Post by Ecclesia on Feb 1, 2017 2:34:26 GMT
The golden cage was flimsy and weak, easily broken by any strong human or mortal. The words inscribed on the cage told her to stay put, but what Daemon obeyed commands of weaklings like the elemental? Ecclesia had taken the memories of the redheaded individual, and though they were sealed off to the golden woman, the Daemon had a good bit of fun fingering through the various past thoughts and visions of the tortured 'test subject alpha'.
The elemental likely planned to return soon, judging by the words. Still, the proud Daemon had no intention of remaining 'caged' in the makeshift prison dedicated to her. Oriana had been kind enough to spare and not attack her, though it was not like she had any power to kill Ecclesia either. Grinning, Ecclesia would return to her Daemonic form, going through a smooth transformation to take the shape of the large, monstrous being that she really was. Growing to six feet at the shoulder, and with a body that was roughly ten feet long, with another ten foot long tail, the Daemon broke the golden cage with ease using her increased strength from her size.
There was more to witness, and with a graceful, flying leap, she jumped from the floor, to the now-open ceiling in order to perch on the roof of the building. Folding her paws underneath her and resting down in an elegant position, Ecclesia watched the battle continue with interest. Oriana was confronting the King of Necropolis, Kasvetli himself, and somehow was winning. Before long, there was a giant explosion of darkness, which passed by the unfazed Daemon, who kept her far-seeing eyes on the golden elemental. The battle was over, and much to her surprise, Oriana had decided to claim the throne of Necropolis, and transported herself and her newfound army back to their home plane. Had she forgotten about the Daemon who now held all of her memories? She would be back before too long, surely. They would meet again.
So much for staying put.
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Post by Beleth on Feb 2, 2017 23:49:30 GMT
Jin showed considerable amount of Sheer Determination and will power. And that impressed Beleth. Finishing his pop corn his chair vanished and he appeared Visible to the naked eye. "You will release the soul. He does not belong in this realm. Not while he is alive. There are certain laws that shouldn't be broken. But lesser creatures like yourself." he said tossing the pop corn bagon the ground. That was true. Because if he were to break the laws he would take This Realm by Force, By himself without his Knights. He looked at her in the eye. "Release him and let him grow stronger. Then face him for a rematch." He said slowly. Beleth vanished into a pile of vapor as he traveled behind the Vixen, forming back. "You on the other hand don't stand a chance against me. Or ever will. I haven't interfered Because I enjoy a good show. But this living creature does not belong in the realm of the dead." he told her firmly. Stepping back from her. (Sorry for the late reply xD)
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Post by Jin on Feb 4, 2017 14:58:33 GMT
An ant can lift ten times its weight. It is an amazing feat but only if you look at it from an ant’s perspective. If you look at it from a human’s perspective, it’s nothing simply due to the unfathomable difference between both species. A human may step on a bunch of ants and feel nothing while the ant would be crushed instantly. Simply put, the difference in perspective establishes whether or not a feat is amazing; whether or not something is beyond the norm. However, a change in perspective may govern that exact same act to be nothing at all.
From a human’s perspective, what Jin had done so far was way beyond the norm. Keeping a demon like Yukirin away from the battlefield and engaging them long enough for the battle to actually end. By doing so, he had at least managed to avoid all casualties that Yukirin was verily capable of causing. But in doing so, Jin himself had become a casualty. It was better that way though, one casualty was way better than thousands. Looking at Jin’s ordeal from a human perspective, he had done an amazing thing. Looking at the same thing from a demon or a super natural’s perspective, he really hadn’t done much. He had only kept the demon busy by becoming a punching bag and taking basically all of the attacks that the demon had thrown at him. Not that he hadn’t resisted but his resistance was futile against the powerful super natural.
His attack had somehow managed to make the demon step away from his hand. After that, he had attempted to attack the demon but instead ended up getting caught again. In mid air, his foot that aimed to hit the face of the demon was caught by her hand. That further lead to Yukirin jumping in air and hurling Jin towards the ground. Her speed was far greater, her strength was beyond compare to a human; he half heartedly knew that his attack would mean nothing but he still went with it. Jin collided with the ground but managed to turn and get on his feet. His back had taken the damage but he managed to stay on his feet but was still pushed five meters away from the demon.
Before he could think of the distance between the two, she was right in front of him again. ”Too quick”, was the only thought his mind could process after which the signals of paint went into his mind again. This time, the right side of his face was the victim. The claws made their way from the top of his head down to his chin and almost simultaneously, his left arm was pierced by her claws again.
He wanted to scream, the pain was too much. It felt cold, his nerves were shouting that they could bear no more. His entire body was resonating with these feelings. This was not an opponent he was capable of standing against. She was just toying with him, the entire time; it had been a fun experience for the demon. Her words that followed after were proof of that. He bit his lower lip and resisted his urge to scream in pain. His red eyes looked into hers; they didn’t just exhibit fear but also the anger that he felt. He was angry at not just the demon but at himself too; ”How could I have been so weak?”
Before he could audibly reply to her though, the super natural from before appeared again. He had managed to follow them here. Being a normal human, Jin was completely impervious to the fact that this demon had actually followed them when they were teleported here and was actually there the entire time. Jin couldn’t focus much on his words because the pain surging through his body was far greater. Besides, he didn’t think that words would solve anything at this juncture. Jin did not hear the part about having a rematch, otherwise he would have said a ‘hell no’. How strong could he possibly become to defeat her? Not to mention, how could he trust this other super natural? Sure, not all super naturals were demons but so far, he had yet to meet a good super natural.
Hoping that the appearance of this creature from before would create a window for him, Jin would use one of the tools left for him at disposal. When desperate, the rat cornered in the corner can do just about anything. Jin had been cornered, he only had one good eye left and his arms weren’t working; her continuous attacks had seen to that. He knew that none of his attacks were going to do anything. He had already shot her at point blank range and that did nothing. What else could he possibly do to her after that?
Even still, he would continue to resist. He would stretch out his neck and aim to bite her neck considering she was so close; he could bite her. Due to the scarcity of the options available to him, he grasped at everything that presented itself. If successful, he would use the pain she had inflicted to bite a chunk off of her neck. Pain was powerful impulse, he could use that to his advantage. Even if it did inflict a minor and temporary injury.
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 4, 2017 22:37:54 GMT
Thank heavens that the demons actually cleared out of Eokia too. This left only those dead, or so wounded that they could not follow the rest back to the hellish world they had originated from.
Dracostar & Shadow sensing a shift in the powers of the world, the long dragon stayed his attack on the angel, and turned his attention to the retreating demons. He began to fly up, intending to follow them, but something stopped him in his tracks. He went rigid. He could not move anything but his eyes. He was almost unable to even breath, bound tight by an invisible force.
It was a very complex magic. the asian dragon spotted who was doing it. A look of rage came into his eyes, for a smaller hound like dragon stood, holding his weapon, the mirror disc flat like a plate, and on it rested salvaged poisoned blood from the large dragon. It was a spell where a piece of the victim was all that was needed to put him at the mercy of the caster.
The caster was shadow. He had not possessed enough time to set up this magic before. It clearly Pained Draco. Shadow looked sad as he raised his free claws to seal the magic. One touch was all it took for the broken dragon to collapse, never to rise again.
such magic had its drawbacks. Had shadow not known Draco, the time to set up the curse, would have taken far too long to be practical, as it had to be personalized to fit the victim.
Thanks to age, the effects of the curses the dragon had picked the current spell, and the escaping magics which were part of the dragon's being, the body was quick to rot, leaving not even bones behind. This was an unfortunate thing in some ways, but at least there was nothing to burn or bury.
With a heavy heart, shadow took his mirror up onto his back once more, than walked away. He'd talk to brush and the rest of the tribe later about this, and then hopefully be able to put away such evil magics as the one he'd used to bring the dragon's rampage to an end and prevent him from falling into evil hands.
Brush brush saw draco fall, and saw who did it. she didn't know what to think. There was nothing else to fight, so for the moment, she fled the scene. She had to sort out her thoughts before she came back to this place.
(seriously I have no muse here, length of post definitely doesn't equal musefulness in this case.)
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Post by Yukirin on Feb 12, 2017 4:20:32 GMT
The idiot demon lord before her was becoming more and more of a nuisance. She had no idea that he had lingered to watch, though was quickly being given quite a small and negative opinion of him. “Since when have you seen a Youkai willingly release their prey? I don’t do this for my pride or honor, but simply for my entertainment and to satisfy my hunger,” she explained, flicking her dark-furred tail as she angled her ears to properly hear him from behind as he moved. “This isn’t the realm of the dead, idiot, It’s a realm of demons….”
The Kitsune would have continued, had the human not moved his head forward to bite at her neck. She hissed in frustration and mild pain, and retaliated quickly, aiming her free hand up to gouge at his eye, hoping to be precise enough to remove it completely, or at least severely damage it with her claws. With the force, perhaps she could push him away from her neck. While his teeth were not sharp enough to remove any flesh, it still hurt and was uncomfortable. Prey bit back often, however, and when it did happen, she was sure to punish them.
“If you want to take my prey from me, you’ll have to pay up. What have you to offer, demon?” Yukirin snapped back at Beleth, after hopefully finishing her retaliation against Jin. What she was doing was completely in her nature, no matter how cruel and brutal. If she were to release the prey at someone’s request, they had to be able to afford it. Nothing came for free in any world or on any plane, after all.
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Post by Beleth on Feb 15, 2017 20:17:22 GMT
Beleth smiled. "Hence that human doesn't belong here. Hence balance is broken, That's when I step in and act. You don't want me to act." Beleth seemed threatening but he wasn't he was fair. He looked at and snapped his fingers, his body would be engulfed with Nanobots, and then disappearing from his body into his skin. Once that was done, he would then turn his attention towards, the Woman. Jin will be healing much faster rate then he would have when he was human he was still human just healed much faster. He was also given slight bonuses to fighting ability, Slight Enhance Physical and Extrasensory abilties which he will develop later on. "You have two options. Well three. I can either A. Smite you, B. You can let him go or live another day. Or C. I can take him by force and warp him out of this location. All of these options favor me. Anyways, I'll give you five minutes to decide on what you wish to choose. Once you made your decision I will act." He said with a nodded, Conjured a chair, summoned pop corn a clock and waiting for five minutes to pass by.
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Post by Jin on Feb 17, 2017 15:00:16 GMT
Jin’s attempt at biting was a success but the result was something far worst. With blinding speed once more, the demon attacked his eye. With just sheer luck, her claws didn’t remove the eye completely but her attack did manage to severely injure his right eye. ”Argh!”, his mouth automatically opened and once more the pain made him groan. He barely made a scratch on her neck which too began to heal right in front of him. Well he knew that would happen, he also knew that his attack was futile. Regardless, he didn’t intend to be a prey which didn’t fight back. His resistance though was immediately put down by the powerful opponent. Blood now began gushing out of his eye too, only his left eye remained open; being his only source of sight for the moment.
”Is this how I die? Tortured until my body is broken?”, he thought to himself as he helplessly stared at the demon right in front of him. His hands wouldn’t move, his body wouldn’t respond anymore and the only thing he could feel was the pain thanks to the damage she had incurred. Throughout his life, he had never come across such a situation. He was no battle hardened soldier; this was actually his first fight to the death and he was now face to face with death. What did that really say about him? Well to be fair, he was fighting a demon and had held out quite a bit; so that was one good thing to say the least.
The other creature from before began speaking again. This time Jin could hear him clearly, he was warning Yukirin; threatening even. What really was this guy? If he could actually do something then why didn’t he? Was he a demon too? In which case, did he want Jin to himself so he could toy with him? Was this internal strife? No, from his words it didn’t seem like it. From his words, it appeared that this creature didn’t like the fact that a human was in a demonic world. So that was where he had been taken. He hadn’t just been teleported from one place to another, it had been from one plane of existence to another. That alone reflected on how powerful his opponent was.
The snap of this other creature’s fingers triggered something in Jin. He couldn’t see them nor feel them but he felt something was on his entire body. Immediately, he could feel energy returning to his body. Not just that, his mind also felt as if it had been ‘opened’. ”What’s going on?”, he looked towards the demon who had done it. It wasn’t much but he felt the healing, it was speedy. Not something he had experienced ever before. This was the super natural at work. He could feel the strength within himself. He could feel the strength returning to his arms, his legs and his entire body. While the two super naturals conversed with one another, Jin’s body recovered at a faster rate than ever before.
With his strength returning, as the dialogue of the male from before ended with him summoning a chair and a clock; Jin’s body moved immediately. This time, his speed wasn’t like before. His movement was smoother, faster: he still had that revolver in his holster. He quickly removed the revolver, aimed it at Yukirin’s arm that had pierced into his arm and quickly pressed the trigger six times. This revolver was completely filled with six bullets. The revolver responded with six shots, aimed straight for Yukirin’s upper arm at point blank range.
Not waiting to see the result, Jin would then follow this with an attempt to strike his knee to Yukirin’s stomach; he would use his right knee to do so. After which, he would attempt to get away from her and dive towards his katana. The same Katana that he had let go of earlier due to Yukirin’s attack on his wrists.
From his stand point, he had to survive until these two creatures settled things among themselves. For now, he needed to stay alive for five more minutes. After that, he would have to think about the other creature that intended to take him away from Yukirin.
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