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Post by Jay on Jan 10, 2017 9:15:05 GMT
Avatar of Magog The effort to evacuate the citizens of Sanctuary seemed to be going swimmingly.
Guess it was time to put a stop to that.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a number of the citizens would begin convulsing. Some of them latched onto one another, and one by one, many began to... change.
Their bodies grew blue, glowing veins, their eyes glowed, and their actions turned malicious. Some began to grab and rip at many of those evacuating. Those whom were grabbed would, too, find themselves transformed.
It was a horrifying sight, to say the least.
At the center of it all stood a monstrous being, towering over them at nearly ten feet of height. Its body was pitch black, and its wide maw glowed with an otherwordly energy. It bore six powerful arms and spikes that seemed to move on its back.
To many, it would look as if it were simply a regular demon. To those whom were versed in dealing with those kinds of beings, however, they would realize that this adversary was far more than that.
Still, for the masses unaware of the things that occurred within the world of the supernatural, this would look to be as if the Devil himself emerged upon them.
Although it was great and terrible, mindless it was not. No, the beast had an agenda; find the ones in charge of this operation and deliver upon them the plague of Corruption.
Lieutenant Kelly happened to be the first unlucky soul in its sight. With a roar, the being leapt at the soldier, aiming to cleave into his body with one of its gigantic claws. corrupted evil | unknown | male Archangel Amitiel The Archangel's might apparently knew no ally. Amitiel was partially blinded in righteous anger, taking to destroying the evil creatures that surrounded them.
Beams of light erupted from around the angel, tearing into the hordes that approached them and Mohanchor; shattering echoes of angered power ripped through the skies, disorienting the ones who dared to think advance. This was no simple angel they were facing.
No, they were facing one of Empyrea's mightiest weapons, unleashed and ready to combat the evils of the demonic scourge.
And still, the Archangel could not see the damage they were causing until they looked down. Mohanchor was hurt. A brief flash of white hot anger surged through them once more, and the air began to heat around the being before another wave of light was sent down upon the demons.
How dare they attack this man; this person who wished only to protect his people? As a Cherub, it was Amitiel's job to guard and bolster those kinds of people.
It didn't occur to them that Mohanchor was hurting because of the celestial energy being so indiscriminately released. No, that couldn't be true - their power could not destroy beings of good, after all. And, Mohanchor was a good being.
Yes, that was it. It had to be the demons. It had to be.
That was Amitiel's reasoning as they continued. The Angel would attempt to reach down to hold Mohanchor, so as to cradle him. Drown him in their light, so that he may feel its warmth.
Divine love was eternal! Empyrean Angel neutral Good | ageless | genderless
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Post by Beleth on Jan 10, 2017 16:53:15 GMT
(There's not much directed towards my character since I am invisible and Just watching. SO my post will be fairly small.)
Beleth conjured himself a floating chair he would sit on it and summon him some hot popcorn, and begun to munch on it no sound would be heard while he was eating it. Since he blocked it. Making it soundless for him. When he bit down on the little white spots of the corn.
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Post by Winter Rose Under Cold Moon on Jan 10, 2017 19:32:41 GMT
Rose and Thorn (Eokia)
Thorn did not move his head, blinking once, very slowly at Brush. Just because I move and attack as if I can see does not mean I can, Brush of Wind. I can sense our enemy in a certain range because of their magical energy, and locate you by scent and familiarity of magic signature, but am still powerless to see anything as you can. He hummed softly, thoughtfully, but was not given a chance to think about the information that there was, in fact, a city nearby. The incoming bolt was swift, and Thorn was glad Brush was swift enough to dodge. He launched into the air to engage the enemy once again. They did not taste good, but only having two pairs of claws made it pretty hard to rend enough flesh for permanent damage. Our magic is strong. Why aren't you using it? Our magic is area of effect only, sister. We are not precise. She laughed quietly at him. We are surrounded by daemons and you are not using our magic because it is not precise enough... to what? Kill? You can easily incapacitate them with our magic. He hummed softly. You make a fair point. I was afraid that it would make us a bigger target, but I realize that we are going to remain a target unless I shadowmeld. He tossed his head, climbing higher, tail slicing through daemons that turned to follow. What are you going to do? Try out a tornado. It's been a while. Hold on, Brush of Wind!
He got up high enough to begin circling, the air around him bending to his will, being shaped and formed by the large black dragon. he circled faster and faster to the ground, far faster than he should be able to move with his wings tucked to his body. The air grew heavy and thick, and Thorn was expelled by the tornado unceremoniously. Ow. He scowled, controlling the winds as they sucked up the daemons in its path, the wind column growing and beginning to pull at objects larger than dust. Thorn smirked and roared before entering his creation.
It lasted maybe five minutes before petering out and dropping the bodies to the floor. Thorn landed more elegantly, dodging a falling corpse, surprisingly clean for how red he had turned the winds. He hummed softly, making a face. The least other dimensions could do is have denizens that taste better than dirt. Rose? She was no longer speaking to him. He half shrugged and pounced upon another attacker. It should have been simple to detect from whence they came but I remain uncertain as to their origin. We have to find the leader and put a stop to this, send them back to their own land and close whatever is letting them in. He angled his head to the side in thought. Is your father the one tangling with... From what he could sense it would be incorrect to call what remained of their leader by its name. Dracostar had been infected, and Thorn could thus sense him. He gave a flick of his tail towards an incoming daemon and skewered its head on his tail spines. STOP IT! I told you, I don't- I am in control, Rose. If you keep fighting we will both end up dead ahead of schedule. I will do as I please.... He turned his head, following Dracostar's new movement path. His mind is gone, but I think he is sensing something of power. It is probably why he woke, after all... We should follow.
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Post by Abeo on Jan 10, 2017 20:53:44 GMT
The Half-Daemon noticed the man gripping onto the pipe, blocking her attack before charging at her himself. She was ready to easily defend and move out of the way, when the golden needles began to rain from the sky, altering everything planned. Abeo managed to move away from Malik's attack with the lead pipe, though she felt two of the tiny needles hit her body. Be it physical or not, she was unable to escape the pain through simple soul-phasing. One of the needles penetrated her upper right arm, while another hurt her left shin, making a cry of pain tear from her lips. The arm that was not hurt gripped onto the needle lodged in her other arm and removed it quickly, while blood came forth from the wound. She did the same thing with the golden needle in her left leg, removing it for a bit of relief, yet something had been left behind that was still hurting her. Was it some sort of energy? Focusing on that, she began to acknowledge the agony as some form of purification.
Her focus on the purification effects of the needles left her completely open for other attack. The transformer to crash nearby was the only thing to take her mind off of her injuries and bring her back to the present. Hopefully, the human with the strange powers would keep his attention on the strange transformer, and not her, while she tried to use her corrupted energies to heal herself in spirit form.
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Post by Blair on Jan 11, 2017 16:43:03 GMT
The old king's black and red eyes widened as he saw the golden needles spraying down on everyone- most notably, his troops. Gold contained holy aspects and purification. Such a thing brought weakness to his army, and strengthened the others to a degree. Nevertheless, he could have expected a few trump cards like this. After all, this was war, and was the real thing, not just some attack launched to scare a few mortals. Kasvetli intended to corrupt and rule over the entire land, casting all under a shadow of pure black. Perhaps it was not too soon to stretch his darkness over his new future kingdom. Despite the blow, his army was still strong in Eokia, and his troops in the Sanctuary would most certainly recover. Not only that, but it seemed like he was getting some help from Magog even, despite the fact that he did not know where the other deity's true loyalties lied. The Corruption would help him in the end, as it began to darken and scourge the spirits of others.
What the Necropolis King had to worry about now was the strange red-haired lady before him. He was quick to recognize what she was, and only gave a deep chuckle as she held the spear to his throat. She was demanding to be the one to sit on his black throne of patella bones? How arrogant of her. Kasvetli saw no reason to waste any words on her. Within the blink of an eye, he would raise his hand and release a massive wave of darkness towards her. The darkness was a corrupting one by nature, which would leave visible dark burns on the body, but mostly target the spirit. Once it consumed a spirit, as it had with Feya, they would lose their will, and be subject to the intention of the darkness; something that he controlled. He remained sitting on his throne, refusing to stand to engage her. She could be taken out quickly, he hoped, so he could continue spectating his war.
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In the meantime, Blake Acciaio was indeed having a tea break mid-battle. A lower-ranking officer had brought him the tea, nice and hot, as he took a few sips. Before his feet were legions of fallen demons. His weapons were mighty ones, all having been designed and built for occasions just like this. The Corruption was definitely becoming a concern, however, and the golden needles... who had ordered test subject Alpha to be released? And this was why he should have remained in the office, giving orders instead of only fighting. Still, the thrill and promise of combat had been far too tempting for the Sanctuary Authority leader. All he could do was hope that the others had everything else under control, and would not make the same mistake of releasing one of their most precious prisoners onto the battlefield. Fortunately, Feya was no longer a concern, even though she was a temporary ally for the day. Would Eden disband without her, or simply elect a new leader? He hoped for the former. With his tea break over, General Acciaio handed his cup back to another officer and drew his power-infused sword once again.
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 14, 2017 6:45:58 GMT
BRUSH Considering that rose could see, and thorn had acted like he could, how was brush to know that he was blind to normal means of vision other than that he'd just told her? There was no way. brush could not do much as thorn took care of more of the necropolis denizens. Brush though capable of as much if she chose to try was not willing to attack so viciously nor efficiently. She was a bit ashamed of it, but she had to just allow thorn to fight, and otherwise focus on protecting herself by avoiding stuff.
Thorn mentioned brush's dad,but did not finish the question. looking out there brush could see that things were not going well. Tears came with memories, and just frustration at that this battle was even being fought, and the sense of helplessness that came along with it all. They could follow, that was something that they could agree upon, but there really wasn't anything brush could do to help Draco. that much she was forced to admit.
SHADOW AND DRACOSTAR Shadow pursued the Longer dragon, staying close for the opportunity to reengage. It came soon enough as Dracostar crashed once more into the large magical dome surrounding the city. this time the asian dragon targeted it specifically, resisting the power which threatened to throw him away from the city, and clawing into the magical sphere. It didn't give fortunately, but for the moment draco's intent seemed to be to tear down the magic that was protecting so many innocents from harm during the battle.
This at least made the dragon still enough for shadow to focus on. He leapt onto draco's back, resigned to deal a deadly blow. Dracostar, the intelligent, kind, humorous, old dragon that he was, would hate to see himself like this, attacking friend and foe alike, possessing much of his strength, but none of his self control, or glory. There was no chance to lay him back to slumber awaiting for an elusive cure.
MOHANCHOR Mohanchor was a person who meant well, but he was by nature neither good nor bad, made of things gods might manipulate in the shaping of the worlds. He tried to retreat when the large angel came down to grab him, but in his already warped form there were not many places for mohanchor to go where he could escape being grabbed, and none he could get to in time. Being exposed to more of what had put him in this state gave him no time to recover. he simply melted in the angel's hands. His last escape was to send his consciousness back to the earth from which he had been born. Given time he might be able to reform, but that would be long after the battle's end. Fortunately it wasn't his time to die, that would be to rejoin the earth and become one with it in mind as well as body. After this light and heat beating he'd be sluggish mentally for a bit, but he wasn't gone in that sense. It would just look like he was gone, for he would not be able to interact with the world for a while.
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Post by dmitrisladovich on Jan 15, 2017 22:34:36 GMT
FOR LONER - JADE SMITHFIELD + JAY - AVATAR OF MAGOG
A side effect of the destruction of the lab and al the people in it was that the convoy had enough room to take on plenty of civilians. A silver lining on a hurricane. Kelly knew that it was dumb luck pure and simple he and his made it out of the lab alive. Not because they were just that tough or because their enemy couldn't find them, but left alone simply because they were not important enough to kill. Kelly was okay with that. Not being killed was pretty high up on his to do list.
All told things went well for them since then. The civilians almost loaded into the humvees, Leonard cracking jokes at a few horrified survivors, and Jace... Jace was off over at the corner of the road staring at something.
“Corp, what have you got for me?” Kelly asked curiously. This wasn't like her to wander off. She mumbled something.
“What was that?” he asked again, cautious now. She pushed herself off the wall, and another vague whisper escaped her.
“Jace. Turn around.” Kelly said tersely. This was wrong, to the point he felt his rifle start to press into his shoulder, the cold deadly barrel slowly rising up. She jerkily turned around, as if unused to the movement, and her eldritch, glowing blue eyes met his.
“Make us whole.” Jace said.
Chaos swallowed the convoy. The turned ones fell upon the overstuffed humvees, where desperate survivors clawed at seatbelts. Soldiers milled around confused as the very people they tried to protect fell upon them with no warning. The first shot might have been Kelly's. He could hardly tell, as the convoy erupted with furious gunfire in every direction.
Kelly stared blankly at where Jace lay, just a brief instant too long. Just as he turned around to start barking orders, the avatar was upon him. His finely tuned reflexes kicked in as he leapt-stumbled back from the talons of the thing. Something audibly tore apart, and then he flew a good five meters backwards in the air.
He promptly rose up to a sitting position and opened fire on the fuzzy black shape, hoping that a multitude of bursts would make up for the fact he saw triple momentarily.
“Fifty.” he squeezed out between rounds. Not loud enough.
“Get the fifty cals on that thing!” he forced out through bruised ribs. His torn vest revealed the battered remains of his armour, unlikely to stand up to another hit like that.
While he could not see it, he could definitely hear it that the order got through as the tremendous, deafening booms straight up steamrolled over all other sounds in the street.
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FOR LONER - MALIK YOUNG + ABEO - ABEO
“But I didn't so quit yer bitching. That was art right there.” Leeroy rejoined, and looked around. Nothing but broken buildings and the occasional person around them as far as- oh hang on. He clawed for something on his shoulder, and seemed surprised when his hand came back empty.
“Huh, seems like they took my boomstick off me when I got shot down. Now, I gotta get that and show folks what I think of their urban redevelopment plan, but, I also need to get your ass to safety. So are you fine with a little detour or do you just want out of this mess straight away? Map says there's an evac going on bout five blocks dattaway.” he outlined quickly. In lieu of any other bones to throw at him, Leeroy gave the little guy that choice at least. Somehow the guy had yet to turn into a gibbering wreck given the situation, which instantly got him in Leeroy's good books. The marine's head was on a swivel, constantly scanning for movement or other tells. Something was out there. Something hunting them.
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 17, 2017 0:17:34 GMT
JADE SMITHFIELD Jade saw things go bad before they actually got to the worst they could be. The feline woman was in the closest vehicle in moments, using a knife to sever seat belts of people who otherwise might be trapped inside. "Change of plans, get out NOW." she ordered people, but not everyone would listen. She was with sanctuary, but she lacked the military authority to be obeyed by anyone.
Jade remembered hearing about some energy attack thing that the convoy had used earlier. The one vehicle with the coils instead of guns stood out. There wasn't much time to get to it after exiting the current Humvee. Infected people seemed to be popping up in droves enough that Her Taser rod, even on its high setting did not seem like a sufficient weapon.
She got to the Vehicle, pushed her way inside, hit an infected soldier hard with the taser, and stared at the controls for only a moment before powering up the electric weapon.
Jade was making educated guesses here just a little. this wasn't technology common people could get their hands on easily after all. If her intuition and previous experience served her well, the electric weapon would work, and make short work of some of the infected and maybe damaging Magog as well.
MALIK YOUNG Malik did not look impressed. war wasn't art at all. He wasn't relieved either. He'd have to watch himself with this big robotic looking guy around. If Malik was glowing, or for some reason had to use his powers, after all this fighting was over, surely he'd end up being treated as the enemy.
Where had Abeo gone. she was potentially still around, and Now Malik was being watched, making his hands sort of tied in trying to keep her from fighting others. It was frustrating.
Leroy might mean well, but to Malik he was no ally. "Look, there was some demon after people around here before you fell. whatever attack she was using, I'm not even sure your armor'd help you. she's probably still around somewhere too." Malik stated, knowing that even if Leroy could not be seen as an ally, Malik didn't want him to be attacked.
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Post by Yukirin on Jan 17, 2017 1:05:51 GMT
[ Trigger Warning: Violence/Mild Torture ]
"Aww, you can't go to sleep on me just yet," Yukirin cooed as his weight began to fall forward onto her blade. In response, the Kitsune used her other clawed hand to push him backwards, hoping for him to fall over on his back so she could free her fire-clad chisa katana. Provided he fell, the fox would flick her tail in a happy manner, and continue talking in a fairly chipper voice. "You haven't even told me your name yet, after all."
It was true; she had told him her name and he repeated it as he attempted to fall unconscious. However, she was not finished playing her games just yet. If he had survived this long, he still had a bit more entertainment to give her, even if it had to be squeezed out of him. "Come on, now," she chimed, walking over to casually step on his hand. With the unnatural strength that was present in many Youkai, she attempted to push down and crush his hand with the heel of her boot. "Wakey, wakey~"
With a cruel smirk spread out on her lips, Yukirin would continue to try to provoke reactions- enjoying the precious face of agony on others. If she could inflict pain, she would have a fair bit of control of one's mind and emotions. People would do anything to not be tortured- pleading and begging. It was beautiful, and always very entertaining to the cold Kitsune. They struggled, and her prey played right into her hands each and every time.
Crouching down while still with her foot on his hand, she would place her clawed hand above the young man's forehead and summon her frosty foxfire to freeze the blood and thus end the bleeding, before moving to his shoulder to repeat the process. She wanted to stop the bleeding so that he would not die too quickly or fall unconscious, but the act of freezing itself would be very painful, as her unique element would target the nerves and pain receptors- a fun power for someone like her. "If you don't get up, I'll break your other hand too~" the fox said with a devious grin, already having an idea of what she would do to the one who had survived 'fighting' her for so long. She would break him not only physically, but mentally.
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Post by Jin on Jan 17, 2017 14:23:28 GMT
Somewhere in Necropolis
Jin’s weightless body obeyed his foe’s intentions, he fell on the ground when Yukirin pushed him. Falling like a sack of potatoes, with no will of his own. By this time he had already lost consciousness and was now lost in a set of blurry memories. When one is caught in such a situation where death seems imminent, such a dark future pushes one to grasp onto the light; the light that had once been part of their lives. In the case of Jin, he was pushed back quite a bit. He didn’t have clear images to hold on to. Only just fleeting memories, blurry images and the strong feeling of love that he could feel through those memories. He didn’t remember the face of his mother nor her name or her voice but he was sure that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He couldn’t remember his father but he was sure that he was an intellectual, gentle and caring man. They had this way of calling out to him, this loving tone that made everything alright. Even if he was in pain or even if he was hungry due to not eating for the entire day. Even when as a child, he had to work to get himself fed, that one voice; that one way they called out to him would help him move on. He could almost hear that voice again, the voice of his parents calling out to him. Before he could hear it, an intense feeling of pain in his left arm made his eyes open wide. ”Haaa.. argh!”, he shouted as his bones crackled underneath the super human strength of his foe. He immediately realized where he was, the situation he was in. He couldn’t react though, his body; it was so cold. However, he wasn’t bleeding anymore. The pain though, it had increased ten folds. What was happening to him? Once more, as she sat on his hand the pain rushed through his entire body. He realized that the torture won’t stop. Even if he couldn’t he had to; he couldn’t just lay there, she wouldn’t stop. ”I refuse”, he said to himself; his mind shouting it. With whatever motor control left in his hand, he grabbed the foot that was crushing it. Holding it tightly, he spun his legs around. Even though his upper body was in a pretty bad shape with bruises all over, his legs were considerably in a better state. The spinning of his legs were meant to hit her foe and force her off of his hand. If that did manage to get her off of his hand, he would leap on his feet and step back a few feet; or at least attempt to do so. Even if it was for a moment, he needed to breathe a little. ”My name..”, he would reply as his face would exhibit the pain that he would be in. His hand had most certainly been broken and now rendered completely useless. ”My name’s Jin. And I refuse to die here by your hand, Yukirin!”, he would shout as he would stand straight. His left hand broken and his left arm cut pretty badly and his right hand also in severe pain. From a third person’s point of view, his shout would be interpreted as a cry for help. However, Jin meant every word; he just didn’t know how. He did know though, that he was not going to die here. He was not going to let Yukirin kill him. If his leg spinning endeavor did in fact land, then he would also have been able to stand on his feet. After saying those words, he would run towards Yukirin and leap in the air. He would attempt to attack her again, leaping in the air and spinning attempting to attack her upper body with a flying round house kick. He was not ready to accept death, this would not be the end of his story. This may be an interval but he wouldn’t accept such an end; not yet.
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Post by Oriana on Jan 18, 2017 7:56:30 GMT
Absurd, that anyone would dare to oppose her own ruling of the throne. There were no words needed to be said after her proclamation. Her word was law and there was no room for leniency or rebuttal- yet the eyes of this "would-be" king told Oriana that the man would defy her. Even as she thought about how futile it was for him to resist, up his sword came from the side of his throne and Oriana raised her spear to block the weapon. Her golden spear blocked the weapon effectively, but she had not expected the large black of darkness to be released. The outcome resulted in a blast of darkness that sent Oriana sailing backwards and downwards through the air as she hit the ground, bounced twice and then crashed into a half destroyed building. The building's structural integrity had been damaged previously and Oriana's most recent action caused the building to collapse inward, falling on top and burying the golden queen.
A moment of silence passed and there was no movement. Not that anything could be seen, because the debris and dust from the collapsed building masked Oriana's figure. A sudden and terrible bolt of gold pierced through the cloud of debris, aimed straight at Kasvelti, intending to strike him down without mercy. The golden bolt had been none other than the very spear she had previously pointed at the charlatan king. As the weapon sailed and left a trail of golden light, Oriana willed the weapon's mass to increase. Two times, three times, and then four times its mass just before it would reach its intended target. The would-be king had dared to defy her and now the only recourse left for him was death. With her attack, the smoke would clear and she would be revealed, standing up from the crushing attack, the darkness' corruption holding loosely to her armor. A brush of the hand and she knocked it off as though it was unwanted dirt. Corruption could not effect her gold. You choose death I see. she would say in a loud booming arrogant voice and then raise herself into the air once more towards the throne.
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Post by forty on Jan 18, 2017 13:30:41 GMT
The sudden screams of the child drew tokaras attention in his state friend or foe was dropped as the sounds rang true and struck his core. gripping the bolt to the cannon little did tokara know that the cold climate of his powers and fire the cannon once already was enough to cause a fracture in the weapon's barrel. pulling back on the bolt ejected the casing from the eye of the skull and loaded another round. he took aim as the bird like demon begins to flap its wing he aimed before even raising the cannons barrel the man of ice pulls his arm up holding it true and fires to target the main body of the demon going for center mass. as he fired the shell rang true but as a result there was three sounds, the bang the fracture and the crunch.
The bang was from the cannons shell as it flew through the air airing for the breast of the demon, the point was to take out the fight muscles to drop the demon on to the ground like the cannon's original design was for. A crude but effective tactic from his world where dragons and beasts of this size roamed like cats an dogs every day. The idea was to make the demon fight on one plain and that was the ground, with no ability of flight it would have its mobility hindered allowing tokara to gain a much needed upper hand in the fight.
The fracture was the sound as the pressure of the gun powder blew half the skull apart an peeled the barrel open like a banana. this was the fate of most of his shields like this one eventually the cold and a tips of the shells would cause the barrels to develop deformity's and rip apart. he had though he figured out the problem but it would seem his theory was wrong about the original problem.
The crunch was the sound his shoulder made as he fires the final round from the cannon. the recoil was normally absorbed by his armor but tokara had no armor to speak of so firing it like he was was a health risk one he took just because life is about risks, some times you just need to take them to prolong your life.
after he fired the cannon he let out a roar that would rival a beast as the pain from the bones snapping like stick in his left arm from the recoil. his left arm dropped like a sack of rock as he altered his stance so the arm could freely dangle his magical state was slowly wear thin as he started to have beads of water forming on his skins as his inner core was beginning to thaw. with that his blood was beginning to thin allowing for a heavy cough to causing blood to come up. upon this he now waited for what he could further do. all of this extra damage to save one child, this man was mad or insane in his world one life can safe 1000's but for some reason he didn't see it that way this time.
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Post by Blair on Jan 18, 2017 21:07:41 GMT
As he expected, the strange and demanding red-haired woman was cast away by his darkness and quickly buried underneath rubble from a collapsed man-made structure. Upon witnessing that, he felt no more reason to bother thinking about the arrogant and reckless gold elemental. There were a few beats of silence, however, and luckily, Kasvetli had not completely removed the person masked by the dust from his mind just yet. He noticed the faint whizzing of the spear flying through the air, and threw another blast of darkness out towards it. The dense purification element pierced through his uncharged darkness as the King of Necropolis stood up from his throne, narrowly missing it. The spear did manage to destroy and chip some of the obsidian black patellas that made up his throne, quietly fueling the anger of the evil monarch even more.
Now finally standing, red eyes narrowed in the direction of the arrogant woman from before. Within seconds, he was charging up his own energy again, as the darkness began to manifest around in in the form of black flames. Upon doing so, he would release a new curse out in the physical lands- not only in Sanctuary, but Eokia, neutral grounds, and anywhere in the wildernesses of that world. The darkness would begin to take root in the souls of others, and feed their negative emotions, while drowning out any hope, happiness, or basic morals. It would not be long before at least a few beings may begin to have their own inner darkness consume them as they fell to being a slave to his purposes, much like Feya, the now deceased Eden leader.
Out of the dark blaze around him, a few spikes would begin to form- four, specifically. The four pikes of dark energy would be launched towards Oriana, with enough power to begin corrupting even the element of gold, were one to penetrate her dense body. Meanwhile, the darkness in the land would continue to corrupt and turn neutral beings, and even kill off the weaker ones. Soon enough, his darkness would cover most of the continents, and his reign would be final.
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Post by Jay on Jan 18, 2017 21:08:43 GMT
Avatar of Magog Getting stronger weaponry was a good idea on Kelly's part. To take down a creature of great size, more powerful rounds would be needed. With enough gun, even the biggest beasts could be taken down.
Which was why it was such a shame that it usually only applied to purely physical beings. No, the Avatar was harmed, most definitely, but stopped it was not. No, not by a longshot. The .50 rounds they dumped into its body wasn't very effective at keeping it at bay, but it did succeed in getting its attention off of Kelly.
The avatar quickly swiped and clawed its way into the ranks of the soldiers. Left and right, it would swing its talons to attempt at cleaving through their numbers to get to the injured Kelly.
Even if those attacks failed, the avatar was not ready to back away. It pressed on, leaping forward to take another chunk out of Kelly with its claws. If that was successful, the brutality of its next course of action would defy description.
The man was a gifted leader. Too bad that he was facing something distinctly inhuman in all ways.
corrupted evil | unknown | male Archangel Amitiel Mohanchor's condition went largely unnoticed by Amitiel, who continued throwing around their power in an attempt to destroy the masses of dark beings. Things seemed to be going well enough on that front - none of them even came close to matching the Archangel's power.
The light around Amitiel began to brighten further, unleashing a torrent of holy energy down upon the demons. Larger, more powerful foes posthumously came to quell the Archangel, but it was no use. They, too, fell to Amitiel's might.
It was suffice to say that the angel knew that the battle would find its conclusion soon. Yes, things would work out swimmingly. That was what the angel told itself, at least.
When looking down to check on Mohanchor, however, what it saw was a pile of sludge. Had he escaped and gone back to fight? No. No, searching the energy signature, it was clear that Mohanchor was definitely that pile.
That revelation set in for the Archangel, whose energy began to flare wildly. What could have done this to this being? Who could have destroyed him in such a way?
Surely it was the fault of those demons. Yes, they were the ones who did this. They destroyed him under Amitiel's watchful eye - they dared to destroy the angel's charge.
They would pay dearly, yes. Empyrean Angel neutral Good | ageless | genderless dmitrisladovich Loner。
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Post by dmitrisladovich on Jan 18, 2017 23:12:37 GMT
CAPITAL CITY BAY AREA - EMDEN BRIDGE
“HOGS!” the enthusiastic female declared.
For a moment Dmitri is struck silent as he probed the new contacts. Mentally he flipped through his recognition manual, trying to match the radar signature of the airraft to known profiles.
“Sir, we're only launching Lightnings-” the male Essex officer tried again.
“Hog? Light - what's the fucking strike loadout-”
“GUNS AND ROCKETS AND FUEL-AIR BOMBS-”
“A-10S?” Dmitri snapped. “You're launching A-10's off your LHD skipper? Is that what you're telling me?!”
“Sir, I have no idea what the fuck you are babbling about.”
“Neither do I!” the flag commander nearly screamed. “Tell your crew, turn on your transponders.”
Four of the bogies course tracks quickly resolved a lot more precisely, and they were clearly labeled as F-35s. Which left a whole swarm of inbound contacts unidentified. Dmitri gripped the edge of his chair so hard the plastic rest deformed.
“One. More. Time,” the commander tried. “Essex, what the hell did you put in the air?”
The response rolled in as a garbled mess of overlapping syllables that strung out to something strangely congruent:
“FOUR EF THIRTYFIVE F-FOR'US WITH SMALLTINY TIMDIAMETER ROCKDAMS!”
The conspicuous silence is of the respectful two-minutes kind; a penny fell in his mind as Dmitri finally put a name to the distant shapes in the sky. Those were not modern aircraft.
“Skipper, give your headset to your TAO.” he said quietly.
“Sir, there's-”
“GIVE THE PHONE TO DADDY SON.”
The chastened skipper of LHD-2 handed over his headset, and a second later the TAO came on. “Sir, we're being AWAY MY MINIONS by some other CRATE OF MOTHERFUCKING THUNDER! nearby WAIT THAT'S CHAIRFORCE.”
Still cheerfully interrupted by the female voice of course. Dmitri paused to collect his thoughts.
“WE'RE BEING ESSEX EXTRAVAGANZA TWO OVER OUR TRANS-HOG BOOGALOO!” Essex warbles out.
“Cromwell. Remember that museum you wanted to go to?” Dmitri said, suddenly feeling very very tired.
“Sir? The... oh. Oh fuck me.” the englishman replies as it dawned on him as well.
Charlston gave the two of them a look as if they were discussing the merits of chocolate on spaghetti.
“Emden calling Essex, come in, Essex.” Dmitri called out.
“Who calls upon the GREAT USS Essex, FIRST among the fleet!?”
There's a polite little “ding!” as his equipment got a vector on the odd transmission that kept simultaneously responding - a narrow wedge-shape with a (very rough) range estimate. One thing's clear; it's not coming from the LHD-2 Essex's proper position.
“Essex, please report your position.” Dmitri asked.
“IN THE WATER!”
“Oh Jesus,” the commander breathes.
“WHERE!?” came the incredulous, yet excited reply.
The unmistakable roar of a propellor plane drowned out the noise on the bridge as a bright blue shape passed overhead. It wagged it's wings in a salute as it thundered towards the city, just one of a small armada worth of the ungainly beasts. In comparison to the smooth, stealthy lines of Sanctuary's top of the line fighters these are little more than bulky engines with a truckload of bombs attached to them.
“Four-U,” Dmitri said softly.
“F-4U,” Cromwell added.
“Hogs,” Dmitri finished before he turned on his comms again.
“USS Essex,” came the commander's voice, weary with resignation. “Please verify your pennant number.”
“LHD-2-”
“CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *NINE!*”
Dmitri slowly reaches up and palmed his face again.
“Sir. Erm. Orders from the city to support them as soon as possible.” Charlston said after a respectful silence. “Also Director Aciaio wants to talk about the release of that test subject earlier once this is all over.”
Dmitri looked over, read the youth's unspoken question off his face and shrugged.
“I presume he said nothing about what we should do with ghost aircraft carriers that decide to swing by and extend a helping hand?” he queried.
“No?”
“I didn't think so.” Dmitri said, and glanced over at the map. Golden glow or not, over half the city was outright consumed by Hell itself, with a bare trickle of blue reinforcements inbound.
“Mark the new contacts as friendly. Broadcast to all allied forces we have air support inbound.”
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FOR LONER - JADE SMITHFIELD + JAY - AVATAR OF MAGOG
Half a dozen heavy machineguns, enough to shred a light tank, just enraged it. Lesser rounds just bounced off with no effect at all. The thing tore Portland in half with minimum effort. The claws hooked into the man's guts at the very edge of the protective weave of his flack vest, simply avoiding what meagre protection it offered. Kelly should have felt fear at that moment. Or anger.
It weaved through a butt strike of Chuckles. Kelly wanted to warn her off, as if a meager strike with a rifle was going to to something that shrugged off anti-vehicle rounds was going to do anything. Her arm flew off at the elbow followed by her head before he could say more than the first syllable. He felt no shock. Or remorse.
For the first time in his life Kelly felt nothing. His rifle came up on pure autopilot, bashing the first swipe aside as Kelly stared at where the eyes should be. His death, the grimm reaper in the shape of a murderbeast from hell. Concentrated on him. And only him. He allowed himself the tiniest smile.
While it concentrated solely on him, nothing had stopped Leonard organising what Humvees remained in human hands on getting the whole reason why they were even here out of the area. They protected those who sought shelter behind them. The soldiers with Kelly had held the line, and now like them, he would die. Standing.
“I win.”
And then Leonard stabbed it in the back with his fucking NCO sword. Kelly blinked, wait what. Half a meter of decorated steel sunk into one of the wounds opened by the fifty cals. Leonard rolled away, just in time to catch the return claw swipe on the armour.
“Leonard what the hell?!” Kelly coughed out.
Leonard groaned, winked at Kelly, and then nodded at the Tesla coil equipped humvee. It was a last resort should Oriana escape her bonds somehow. The device forced bolts of lighting into a general area before it let nature take it's course, acting very much like an electrical flamethrower. By their nature, the bolts leapt at anything conductive enough in touch with the ground to escape the unnatural cone shaped area if at all possible, so under normal circumstances both Kelly and Leonard would fry alongside the demon.
Except Leonard just jammed a lighting rod into it's ass.
Jade pulled the trigger on the Tesla coil. Enough power to cage a god arced through the air.
Kelly lowered the hand that shielded his eyes once the man-made storm subsided, and prayed it was over.
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