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Be it advanced technology, a knightly order, the way of a hunter, or the strength of a gang as your shield.. the land's new-born darkness will tear away at anything in its path. Fight for the gods? Fight for you nation? Fight for yourself?
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"Your skin, your bones.. your loved ones, your home.. they will all burn."
His body moved at the command of his superior, standing behind her on the column she sat on and stretching his wings out wide as she tossed the head of the god she'd beheaded to the ground. Bloody, disgusting, pitiful 'god'. He had put up his fight against Aggression.. a frown came on his face when he looked down at it - angry. Septem had to step in.. he didn't like that. No one simply 'stood up' against him. People simple were crushed around him. Then again, this was a deity. Still. He preferred being able to destroy on his own - shamed that he hadn't been able to quite kill Dym on his own.. But Septem. She was a different story. Faster, smarter.. with darker magics.
But there was one thing he didn't lack. Strength. His laughter boomed and echoed throughout as the spectators cried out at the sign of the dead twin god. An image flashed.. a memory of Aggression holding him still as Septem tore the head from his body with her hands. A few of the braver - or rather, dumber - humans pulled their weapons out on the two. "Yes!!" he shouted, arms rising and muscles tigthening, "Come challenge me!" his enormous wings pushed downward, lifting him up into the air, feet smashing back down into the ground of the arena below and creating a cloud of debris and dust a few feet from him.
"Come show me your weakness!" he chuckled in a low tone, sprint ahead and ramming his huge set of horns like a bull into the stands. Rocks flew everywhere.. landing on one set of the section to send a couple of the spectators flying or crushed beneath them - a young blonde who cried out to her pathetic 'saviour' and a redhead in shining armor. Familiar, shadow'd creatures of Septem's raced around him to others that tried to fight, and he gave a crooked grin.
Orik. That was his target now. The selfish humans surrounded themselves or fought the dark beings alone. Only two stood in his way now.. Idiots. A man trained in the arts of protecting his god, fearless in expression... and one full of hatred. "Ohhhh..." his awful grin widened, stepping closer and keeping his clawed hands up to protect himself from the dragon a good distance away. But he spoke to the wrapped and bandaged human.. "YOU!" he pointed, eyes flashing, "...I see rage in you.. I see fury in you," he chuckled deep in his chest. "Today is the day of your death, peon! Unless.." he stood up straighter, face becoming more serious as if to state a silent offer.
His wings folded down a little, teeth gritting and eyes shutting hastily for a moment as a scream so powerful pierced in his ears. He roared with frustration, searching quickly for the source of the sound. And then there she stood, in front of Orik with the other two men, offering her service. She was not human.. Oh what beauty. The irony. The woman of the god himself!! "AHAHA! SIREN!" he shouted, putting a foot behind him before rushing at her and using his wings to flap once, heavily, giving him incredible speed towards her as if he were a bullet the size of a building. "You will fall as he did! BEGGING!" his enormous arm reeled back, shooting out and backhanding everything and anything that was in his way - more debris.. a few people.. a few already-dead bodies. All to get to the god Orik, and to her.
Orik took his eyes from the woman. The humans... So many of them were so brave... so ... ... no, not foolish. They wanted to help. To defend... many of them felt the pride of their own nations, their own peoples. But them here... they were... going to be difficult to protect if they stayed... And the Zhadrahni... They probably didn't understand the gravity of this situation anymore than the Aquavians... or even the Dom Tirians. The death of a deity... and one as powerful and supported as Dym...
... was this how she'd defeated Dym? Put him in a position where he had no choice but to reign himself in for those he was sworn to protect?
Vile usurpers... They had no place in this land!
And yet... some of them were foolish enough to attempt the battle on their own... to come between the gods and wage their own wars. This was very dangerous. Orik did not want to see the ox of a man die because this monster had pulled him into the fight... but what could he do? If he used his own powers, the human would be injured without any doubt. As if by some gift of fate, some of the mortals, and even immortals, were coming unto his own aid.
As the shield, Tristan, spoke and asked for Orik's orders, Orik did not hesitate. There was one thing more than any other that must be done...
"PROTECT THEM! DO NOT COME INTO CONTACT WITH THE VILE MONSTROSITY AND HIS MASTER! THE CREATURES OF SHADOWS MUST BE ERADICATED!"
He didn't have time for details... the situation was too dire. From the very air around them, Orik could tell that they had an effect on mortals that was not unlike the God's own abilities, if they had chosen to use them, however, they had taken a vow to protect and since the days of Borim, none had used their divine grace for anything but the good of many. The connections these creatures were trying to make, the empathy and the loss of control they were instilling... it was dark and seductive... and it would destroy everything they'd worked to create.
As Aggression offered up his challenge, Orik felt his white, scaled lips curl back in disdain.
"You barter for the chance that was already yours... and make things worse upon yourself..." His wings stretched out wide to protect any that were behind him and in the stands as he took a deep breath that scraped his throat and swelled up his diaphragm. Control... this would take much control... too many humans... too many mortals...
His mind and eye zeroed in on Aggression's chest and as he released the breath, not fire, but searing light like that of the sun, scorched over the creature's chest. An odd mix of fire and air that caused a brilliant flash of heat and a gust of wind. It was intense, but not nearly the God's full capacity as he was so hampered... If he could make them follow him... just follow him out of the arena and to somewhere where he could deal with this...
"NEVIAH! TEND TO THE HUMANS! PROTECT THEM AS THE VOW WE TOOK COMMANDS!" He took another deep breath before releasing a wave of ice from his breath along with the bellowed words, "FORGIVE MEEEEEEE!"
Dym's death... Orik had not been aware... and nothing on land should have been beyond his sight... Neviah's sorrow... Aquavia's loss... that was Orik's burden to bare.... He would find some way to correct it... somehow...
A woman in white comes to her and tells her that Brynne will not save her here; Shetani stares at her quietly and feels the narrowing of her eyes more than she commands it; feels the bristling on the back of her head. "She's done it once already--" Brynne, she figures, may not be able to be there in person , but she'll be in there in spirit enough; Shetani shifts the grip on her knife and feels the rasp in her side. She must watch that side, then; nothing is punctured yet, but she knows what comes if too much side damage is obtained. Her eyes linger on Zero, and Shetani pauses, considering; perhaps she would have stayed there, but the creatures come. Shetani looks upon them and there is a look on her face of raw horror for a moment; her bloody lips twitch and she smiles softly, a sweetly determined light coming into her eyes.
"...then we'll see how this goes," Shetani whispers, grabs her knife tighter, until her knuckles pale; the second creature is small enough, she figures, for her to take on. She isn't going to be stupid about it--Shetani goes still and feels the tension in her legs, the scent of fear rushes out, and she focuses; then her feet push and Shetani moves. Reflexes aid her as she leaps forward and onto the monster's back, her right hand wrapping around some of the hair-like tendrils; her other hand raises the knife as her side screams in pain, shoots it deep. Shetani pulls tight on the tendrils, drives her knife down into dark flesh, into the mass below her.
Pain is there, is present, but Shetani grinds her teeth together and uses her strength, her reflexes, to bury her knife in the creature over and over and over again until it becomes terrifyingly clear that the only reason she can hold on is because she's put her strength into this act. Each breath comes with a ragged sigh, a push of air that hurts her, and she can see it all, smell the blood spilling across the ground.
When the creature finally does throw her, it is dripping darkness, and Shetani catches herself in midair, lands on her feet, goes to a knee because of the pain in her side. She wheezes and holds out her knife. "Not. Done. Yet." She has to make it out okay--there's a woman who is relying on her. She can't. Can't let her down.
ADVANCED REFLEXES: 2/3 posts.
IT'S OH SO PLAYFUL WHEN YOU DEMONIZE TO SPIT OUT THE FAITHFUL, YOU'RE WILLING AND ABLE WORDS ARE WEAPONS I AM TERRIFIED YOU'RE NOTHING IN MY WORLD
Post by Gareth MacKay on Jul 1, 2014 16:26:10 GMT -6
His heart began to pump--not that lifeless beat he felt being a spectator. It was a war drum that marshaled him to grip his sword tighter with anticipation. To breathe deeper. To strike harder. To look at death like a long removed friend rather than an enemy, because he would not be dying here or anytime soon for that matter. From underneath his linen mask Gareth smiled almost sadistically as he began eyeing the shapes that were rising from the terra damnata like dark geysers. They looked vicious, feral, deadly. He raised his sword parallel to his body and in line with his right shoulder as he began to charge the fourth creature, his peripheral vision dimming as he charged the--
He felt the aura wash over him. It bound him to the earth. It locked his arms in place. It suffocated him. He did not see Aggression point to him, but he felt it. Gareth slowly turned his head back toward the lumbering figure and did all he could to look up and meet his gaze. An ant looking at a god. Orik was a sight in and of himself--the sheer velocity the deity could manipulate its being was astounding--but this was something else entirely. The way that Aggression had captured Gareth was a nascent fraternity born of wild fire and visceral destruction. His unspoken words were like sacrilegious gospel to a defiant congregation. It was a promise for destruction. Not for power. Not for gain. So that hollow souls could fill their bellies on the flames of war, nothing more. Gareth's lips began to slowly move in response.
But Orik had interrupted their conversation.
The wave of ice moved past Gareth with speed enough to push the tempted human off balance without hitting him. The power of a god was nothing to trifle with, even when blunted. He regained his senses and his willingness to move, the cold air just the remedy he required. He covered his face with his hands and swords as he tried to move away from the battle. "Unless I shove this sword through your skull?" he quipped toothlessly at Aggression. As much as it pained him to think it, Gareth knew that he had no business fighting his false god. It would not have been sport. It would be slaughter. Orik carried with him enough righteous pain, that much was apparent. He did not need some headstrong greenhorn feeding the worms as well. He needed to help the infantry.
The world had been muted when under Aggression's influence. He quickly scanned the field of battle once he was out of the crossfire between Aggression and Orik: two of the creatures were engaged in combat already, but one loped toward the weaponless girl like an injured ape. It's jagged teeth bared in anger. Moving not to a body but a source. It had a long sear mark across the left shoulder, explaining why it was favoring the other side in its limp. He would not have bothered with it, except the girl that it was traveling towards appeared defenseless--no weapon and wobbling. It was penitence to sacrifice his own violent satisfaction for this. To help those that could not help themselves, either permanently or momentarily. Hadn't that been his creed?
His smile had long since faded but his eyes still narrowed with focus. He charged the beast with the same stance he had tried to adopt previously, keeping his left shoulder forward. He would kill this creature. He would ground it back into the hole it crawled out of and then maybe his demons would be exorcised. The beast did not seem to see nor hear Gareth as he charged from its side. Once he was within striking distance the creature seemed to notice him. Its macroscopic movements were sluggish, but its reflexes were incredible. Its far arm had come up and grabbed Gareth's sword, and Gareth could see the dark ooze drip from its claws. But Gareth could hardly pull away his sword before the creatures mouth had come down on his right arm. Reflexively, fire spilled out of the wound just as blood did. He screamed out in pain, partly from the bite and partly from the fire. His sweat had not accumulated enough around his body and certainly not enough to saturate his fresh rags. The creature released its clamp as Gareth let go of his sword and had to pat out the fire on his body, muffling grunts and obscenities.
He stared at the creature. He drew his knife with his left hand, angling his body to protect his right. The creature seemed to have trouble closing its mouth as smoke bled out from beneath it's black maw. Charging it like that was stupid--he knew nothing about it and his ignorance cost him. The creature snapped at him like a viper. Gareth side-stepped it. He feigned a counter-attack, only to see it snap again toward him with excessive movement. Gareth exploited the creature's exaggerated motion as an opportunity. He pointed his knife and covered it in flames from his hand--painlessly, now that the sweat had built up--and shot a hand-sized ball of fire at the creature's face, following it up with the knife itself aimed for it's throat. It avoided the fireball but the knife found the throat and Gareth dug the blade in and kept it in as the creature thrashed about with it's arms and hit Gareth on his arms and body and face but would not let go. The creature fell forward on top of him and kept thrashing and tried to bite him but Gareth kept his head ducked into the creature's chest. Why wouldn't it die?
Post by Allen Kierser on Jul 1, 2014 21:27:09 GMT -6
so tell me something, isn't this a bit drastic? my smiles are all turning to plastic
That new god and her pet bloodthirsty monsters could use some pointers on recruitment. Fear was only effective if one was to pause and allow the intended targets to submit. One might think that she didn't actually want devotees. With the disciple at her heels and her bearers snapping at their hands - could she need more? Especially of the caliber here in the arena; these were the best their species had to offer? They couldn't even rid themselves of the smaller pestilences, the disgusting, inhuman vermin. Allen's ability slid off of several of them, unable to contend with the radically different structures.
The Zhadrahni were the most pragmatic of all them, for little good running away was going. For a moment he considered going with them - perhaps they would locate an exit he had missed, or force their own. The possibility was nixed quickly. He'd be leaving his life up to the gods if he went through the melee and seeing how his was dead, he didn't favor his chances. Fighting for his life seemed, at the moment, equally unappealing. This fucking thing was not his forte, this whole thing was affront to - He forced calmness into his mind, releasing the tension in his limbs. Anger was muddling, too directly focusing that it became blinding, and he would not allow it.
The pain of those fighting, cut into by the abominations, made them bright as fallen fragments of the sky, adrenaline like comet trails through striking underneath their skin. But they were failing, oh so quickly. Orik would proffer no help beyond his repression of the beast and Neviah (risking her life, as though Aquavia needed another loss) would surely help those unable to fight first. The gifted, bleeding and struggling as much as they were, could pull it together. If they could cooperate, but they were such an odd assemblage of a soldiers (he could spot a shield a mile off) and purely individual fighters. Perhaps desperation would be enough of a motivator and until then -
The one that was nearest to him, skin with a fading luster, felt the nearest to human, like a distended contortionist with a mask cemented over its features. His senses slipped around, searching for a weak point, and it was straining with it only a couple yards away, without a touch...There was a glacial spreading of pain, like he had been pierced with a dagger of ice, over his skin.
And as sudden as righting a dislocated joint, he was able to see it. The pulsing tendrils down its neck, the ribbon down its chest - a solid hit to those and it would be crippled. But he couldn't - not like this - dammit. It's surface, he could deal with that. Send out the right message and...he swallowed a swell of nausea, blinking. He pushed for its outer layer, that he hesitantly referred to as skin, to begin to kill itself, preparing to slough off with a touch. It'd take a minute and he knew it wouldn't die, surely as he knew the battles here would resolve nothing, but someone close could finish it that much easier.
Allen pressed his back against the ruin for support. The bodies were a barrier, a method of obscuration as effective as a stone wall. The creatures on his side of the arena were fierce but dulled in sense, in all meanings of the word, unlikely to meander through still lumps over pursuing moving targets. From his position, he could feel the flickering heartbeats, and if they became closer or were truly diminished, he might attempt to heal them.
Post by Tristan Ragnvald on Jul 7, 2014 2:29:14 GMT -6
Took a liberty and decimated Creature 1. If I was out of line, lemme know.
It caught Tristan off guard when a booming voice responded to his prayer. His gaze was immediately drawn to the massive flying creature that hovered over the arena. The only conclusion that he could draw was that the creature was Orik. It confused him greatly, that Orik was normally depicted as a great white stag, not whatever that was. An overgrown, winged lizard? Of course, being a God, Orik could be whatever he wanted to be and when he reached that thought, Tristan took it in stride.
With a task given to him by his God, Orik, Tristan turned his focused gaze onto the arena itself and surrounding area. He was to protect them, the citizens, avoid Aggression and his mistress and defeat the demons. With sword in hand, and his powers at his disposal, it shouldn't be too hard. Most of the survivors had fled the battlefield but some remained, those Tristan had to protect. He waved his blade high to get their attention and gestured to the path behind him.
"Come, escape this way, get far away from here!" He shouted loudly. It would undoubtedly call attention to him from the unsavory demons but he had a surprise for them.
After directing the survivors, a forest green aura sprang up from Tristan, wavering fiercely. He focused this power to his limbs, they in turn becoming more defined as the muscles tightened. With his speed increased, the Guardian Shield dashed towards one of the creatures, a straggler. It saw him coming but his speed was superior, so he could avoid the first strike and counter attack, slicing its arm.
As it reared up in pain, Tristan delivered two more precise attacks upon its back. The thing contorted backwards to grab him but he was already moving around to its front, slashing a leg and then stabbing upwards behind its oddly shaped mask. It let out a rattling screech that staggered Tristan, followed by a pummeling blow that threw him backwards.
Unfortunately he lost grip of his blade, still stuck in the monster, which seemed to pain it greatly, but did nothing about it. Unarmed as he was, Tristan had no choice but to draw his dagger and face the demon once more. It slowly circled him, or tried too, as he kept his eyes on it and edged around in tandem. Tristan was already feeling the drawbacks of Agility, as he hadn't had enough time to rest after usage but he just needed a little more time.
With a deafening roar, the demon charged at the Shield, intent on battering through him. Tristan himself ran at the oncoming metaphorical train. The second to last moment, the creature leaped at him but Tristan dropped a slid underneath, scoring its underside with his dagger. it felt to the stony floor with a guttural groan as he climbed to his feet.
As he edged over to the downed creature, his muscles slowly returned to normal while a heavy ache burdened his body. Nearing the beast, it suddenly turned up towards him, gripping his upper body with a big hand, intending to crush him. Ignoring the pain, Tristan grabbed the hilt of his blade still lodged in the creature and forced it further in, eliciting another screech from it. With its grip lessening on him, Tristan gave the sword a twist, finishing the kill. It let out one last guttural sound before going limp.
Sweating some, and breathing only slightly hard, Tristan pulled his blade from the monster and flourished it to the side, slinging the black blood from it. Even with his Inner Power, a small straggler was almost a match for him. Things did not look good for them if the others were stronger, and better, than that one. To offset the bodily aches and fatigue, Tristan took a swill of one of his potions and set his sights on another monster.
Inner Power - Agility used for this singular post, negatives carried over from tourney battle. Effects temporarily counteracted by painkiller/stamina booster potion. Potion: 2 uses left.
Post by Neviah Athen on Jul 7, 2014 10:49:29 GMT -6
for Event People
notes: Healing Water yay!
LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF WISDOM
With her orders at hand, Neviah would nod and took a moment to think. Sure enough she'd wrap both of hands around her staff and reached up, then slamming down the same on the ground and cracking it "....As you wish, Orik" she'd say before the ground beneath her feet shook momentarily and then she pulled the staff out of the cracked ground.
With that, water would slowly start to spurt out and as it touched the bottom of the Speaker's staff, the girl would start to manipulate it, making the water coil around the length of the staff like a snake. With that the girl would open her eyes and would start to speak with a non existent voice.
Blue eyes started to glow as the water around her staff would start to form a large orb at the top of the staff before she'd stop and spoke "Waters, do as I say. Protect those that need my help..." and with that the water orb would break apart into several orbs and would start flying out to those that needed aid.
This was one of Neviah's abilities, water manipulation with healing mixed into the combination. Once an orb reached someone that needed help, the orbs would start to glow and then burst above the person, offering them with increased regeneration and closing up any open wounds. While they could do that, they couldn't set bones back into place or anything of the sorts.
At that point, Neviah would start to focus on gathering water again, this time for another specific reason. This meant she was preparing an offensive attack but for now her job was to help others in the first place. Soon she'd be able of helping out with fighting these atrocities that had dared killing her reason for being a Speaker.
The young man looked around at the scene of this rather strange battle. Those few warriors that had courageously jumped into the fray were about to feel the backlash of their heroic, or stupid decision. Sylas was among those warriors. He shook his head, vaguely remembering the last time he had jumped in to be the hero. Brynne would definitely not make an appearance to save the young swordsman again. He had to play it safe.
Reality reached him. The grotesque creatures that have risen suddenly were all engaged by at least one warrior. Some had two on them. One of them was dead. the young knight looked around, scanning the area to see where he was needed the most. One creature in particular caught his attention. A large, eyeless beast black as night. It thrashed and roared and ripped at something with its claws. A closer look revealed a man who seemed to be covered in bandages under it, just narrowly escaping the clutches of its devilish maw.
Sylas dashed into action, holding his blade outstretched at his side to deliver a powerful slash aimed at its face. "Back off!" He yelled, his mighty companion's steel meeting the skin of the beast. It did close to nothing, much to Sylas' astonishment. But, it did get the creatures attention. It turned its face to the young swordsman, teeth bared, saliva dripping, and lurched at him. Sylas fell onto his back and rolled back to his feet as the beast took a bite out of the dust. "Go now! He yelled at the man with urgency. Escaping another bite.
The beast was larger than anything the young knight had ever fought, and it looked immune to most physical attacks. Maybe... No, that was not an option. His gift could not be harnessed, and he did not want to put anyone at risk. He would have to do this with man power and skill. The creature roared viciously at him and lunged. He had expected teeth, bad call. With its muscled arm it took a swat at the young man in a sweeping motion. Not ripping through his skin but colliding with his form and launching him off the ground and back some ten feet.
Sylas rolled and landed face down in the dust. He forced his arms to push his body up but his side ached something fierce. He clenched his teeth. Growing angry at being tossed around like a doll. He forced himself up and tightened his grip on his blade. It would take alot more to keep him down for good.
Last Edit: Jul 13, 2014 19:35:51 GMT -6 by Sylas Sage
Post by Zero Valentine on Jul 16, 2014 8:38:13 GMT -6
I FEEL THE DARKNESS IN ME TRYING TO TAKE MY SOUL
Zero smiled at the woman’s words, seems like she was gifted just as Zero was – the knowledge actually settled her slightly for she hoped it was a gift that would help them right now. Zero drew her blade, her fingers tightening around the hilt as she turned her gaze towards the beast heading their way. It was about 10 feet tall but the looks and she eyes its black tendrils – they whipped about its head and she noticed a change in colour at the base of each one. “I guess we will.” Zero sunk lower into her stance, readying herself for the coming attack. She wasn’t too sure if this woman was going to help but at this stage it didn’t matter. However, without much notice other than the gust of air that passed her, Zero watched as the woman jumped from the ground and onto its back. She had to admit the act had stunned her, what person in their sane mind would go straight into battle without considering the opponent. Though even with the lack of better judgement here Zero couldn’t help but smile as the woman held on for dear life and plunged her knife over and over into the beasts back.
It roared in pain as black fluid dripped from its body staining the earth beneath them. Zero took this as her chance to lend a hand, possibly even end its life. Her mind raced as the battle tactics played out in her mind, she decided that while the woman attack from the top Zero would attack under. Kicked off her heel, Zero raced to the creature. But now the woman had been thrown from it and as Zero closed the distance she saw the woman flung passed her. It didn’t matter, not at this stage, she kept running taking advantage of the beasts while it roared out in pain trying to reach the wounds on its back as if something were stuck there.
With her hand tightly on the hilt of her blade she dropped to her knees, using the momentum she had Zero slid across the ground, her back bent so that se were almost parallel with the ground. As soon as she was under it she plunged her blade into its chest. There was a mighty roar as the creatures arms swung to try and reach Zero but she had already slid out from under him. She wasn’t quite done with her move yet. Her blade had been customised to allow for a black ribbon to attach to the end of the hilt. It was long enough that Zero could spin her blade around herself by holding the ribbon. So as Zero slid out from under the creature she had released this ribbon so that she now held it at the end.
Coming to a stop she pushed herself up and to her feet, holding the ribbon she run back towards the monster – stepping up onto its back as it was bent over trying to pull her blade from its chest. Zero began to pull at the ribbon, she had to have enough strength to get the blade to rip through the creature and follow the trail over the ribbon which started from the blade in its chest , down its underbody, around the end and up over its back. Zero let out a loud scream as she pulled, it was mixed in with the cries of the creature as her blade made its way along the trail. It cut it deeply and blood gushed from the creature. Zero, herself was covered in the mess that the woman left on its back where she stood now. As she felt the blade come around the end of the creature Zero pushed her way further up the creatures back until she kicked off its head and jumped off. Soon her blade followed and Zero had the creature stumbling in its own blood, the two of them stained in back now.
She waited, she had landed with one knee to the ground. Counting in her head she watched as the combined attacks of the two women started to take its toll, though Zero wasn’t satisfied that this beast had given up. Before she could calculate her next move there was a thud next to her, she allowed herself to glance at what it was and to her horror she saw a blade she recognised. It didn’t matter at that point if they hated each other, she would still not let any harm come to that man. She didn’t know why but the moment she saw his sword and then found his body she panicked. “Ivan!” She called to him but doubted he heard her. Something started to burn within her and she could feel her skin heat up – it was rage. Taking a breath she tried not to let it have her and for the most part she won. Putting her own sword away she reached for his, picking it up with two hands she screamed at the beast as it came over her. She pivoted and drew the sword in an upward swing at the creature, Ivan’s blade made contact with its neck and with all her strength she ripped his blade through it. Black blood sprayed out all over her as the creatures head was severed from its bod and rolled to the side of her.
More rage was pumping through her veins which meant more strength and no pain but she tried her hardest to keep it together. Looking back once over her shoulder to the woman she helped she turned and raced towards Ivan. Moving fast she jumped from the arena floor and kept her speed towards him. By now the creature he was fighting was coming for him “You idiot” she muttered to herself as she closed the gap. Ivan was there resting on the wall and the creature was charging, Zero coming from the side.
The next thing that happen was a blur to her, she had made the distance but only barely. She brought Ivan’s blade up to defend, the flat of it used to block the heavy punched aimed to finish the man behind her. There was a loud clang as the blade and fist connected and Zero was forced back, her feet leaving a trail in the dirt before she managed to stop the attack moments before crashing into Ivan herself. Struggling slightly with the force of the punch she screamed back at the creature when it roared in her face. It was almost as if it was venting its frustration and being denied the fatal blow. It stopping yelling and so did Zero but hers was for a different reason, she could see its two extra arms draw back and she pushed her body back into Ivan’s to protect him. Taking the brunt of the hit she yelled – although remnants of rage flowed through her veins she wasn’t fully there so she still felt pain just not as badly. Taking a left and right to her ribs she managed to put her strength into pushing the creature off them. With what she could gather of her strength she managed to push it back with Ivan’s sword, causing it to stumble off them.
Zero slammed Ivan’s blade into the ground as the creature gathered itself ready for round two. Covering her ribs with her left arm for a moment, Zero reached with her right to draw her blade. Then she tensed and took a fighting stance in front of Ivan, waiting for the creatures next move.
notes: Killed Creature 2 with Shetani and is now with Ivan attacking creature 4 - Zero is in the first stages of Rage
Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jul 16, 2014 21:46:41 GMT -6
Shadows of dark creatures Steel clouds floating in the air
Why, why had she done that?! Miyoko was no stranger to her gift, hell she'd spent fifteen fucking years making it usable in the first place, so what had possessed her to do what she did?!
"Oh, it seemed like a good idea at the time!" NO. NO IT WAS NOT.
Vision clouded by the various splotches of abstract color swimming across her eyes and the ringing in her ears obviously not going away any time soon judging by the intensity of the noise, the only things Miyoko was able to make out of her surroundings was the massive form of the creature ahead of her, and at least the blast of lightning from a moment ago had made it think twice about simply rushing in - to be honest it was not a good sign that the bastard was still standing to begin with, though, especially given the power behind that shot. It was the best that Miyoko could manage in a single attack, and more than enough to kill any one person a few dozen times over - she had hoped that it would at least knock this thing out, but at least it had injured it. The thing had a limp now, and the burn mark on its shoulder was visible even with her impaired vision - the question now was how to proceed now that she'd bought herself some time, and as she and the abomination simply faced off for several moments Miyoko would put every single second to use drawing more power from the ground under her feet. One, two, three seconds..... more than enough juice to steady her stance and simply shrug off the fatigue from the earlier drain, and fortune would seem to favor her as yet another individual entered the fray.
It wasn't something that Miyoko particularly liked given the fact that a freaking lightning bolt wasn't enough to put this thing down, but in her current state she wasn't exactly able to do anything about it one way or another - the best she could hope for was that her opening strike had done enough damage to level the playing field enough to prevent an outright fatality on her bandaged "savior's" part, and as he charged the creature she would go right back to what she had been doing before. One second as the man charged the beast. Two seconds as he closed to within striking range and it seemed to finally notice him. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds as he swung only for it to catch the blade and bite down on the man's arm, proving that she wasn't the only other gifted fighter present and that his chances for survival were much higher than she initially guessed. Another thirty seconds after that following the initial stand off and the second exchanging of blows only for the other human to get pinned to the ground and a knife embedded in the creature's throat, but by that time Miyoko had soaked up enough juice that the tell tale static blue discharges were already beginning to jump between her fingers, arms, legs and crawling over her body at random intervals - it wasn't enough to blast the fucker again like she had earlier, but Miyoko wasn't about to repeat that mistake anyways.
Unfortunately, however, it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of the action today and the moment that she was ready to dive back in yet ANOTHER fighter decided they wanted to join in on the brawl, and obviously they hadn't been paying attention. Given how the first fighter had fared Miyoko would have expected other people to pick up on that lesson, but all it earned this kid was a rather painful backhand that sent him flying into the dirt as Miyoko finally steadied her stance with the charge flowing through her body, vision clearing up and the world around her seeming to slow down as the neurons in her brain went into overdrive. So, priority number one - get this thing away from the other fighters to prevent any further acts of stupidity. Unfortunately, however, it would require one from herself first.
As the sword wielder was thrown back by the creature Miyoko would take the opportunity to finally move, blurring forward inhumanly fast and closing the distance between herself and her target within the blink of an eye - rather than simply striking the creature as the others had done, though, Miyoko would do something different. Simply put, it had been proven rather consistently that brute force wasn't the way to go on this one, and in a best case scenario they would have to kill it with bug bites... preferably from a distance. At least her and the guy under the thing would be able to do that, but tough shit for the sword wielder. Even before the creature's arm could come back from knocking the man away Miyoko would simply reach forward to touch the beast's flank, and as that happened Miyoko would transfer a sizable charge to it.... but rather than electrocuting it and risking harm to the bandaged man the woman would "lock" it. At the same time as she was doing that, however, Miyoko would repeat the feat that she had during the tournament, running yet another charge under them all and along the ground while at the same time locking her feet in place. In effect, creating a repulsive force between all three objects - unlike Miyo, however, the creature lacked any sort of control over it. Simultaneously lifted up and off of the man under it, the repulsion from where Miyoko stood would send the beast flying off and towards the stadium wall, the woman's only reaction being to widen her stance against the resulting force as Miyoko's gift prevented her from becoming victim to the same effect.
"Up to you, stay and fight or go help someone else. Just don't get close to it again if you can avoid it." Miyoko said, resisting the urge to lend a hand and help the man up - the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally zap him as she had her original target. As the creature began to recover from being slammed into the wall at high speed, at least two limbs and jaw broken and leaking black ooze from several dozen places in addition to the nonvisible injuries it might have incurred, Miyoko would hate herself for giving that advice almost as soon as it left her mouth and she began to recycle the electric charge she had sent through the ground beneath them. By tagging the critter like that she had effectively marked it as a "high potential" source of electrons, which meant that her own distance attacks wouldn't amount to jack shit until she reversed that effect - pretty much any and all electricity would arc away from it towards low potential targets like the two fighters next to her, or just jump straight down to the ground.
Objective number two - reverse her own fuck up, and hopefully figure out a way to get rid of the ringing in her ears before the fight ended.
Summary: Used the time that Gareth and Sylas spent on the creature to build up an electric charge and enhance her reflexes/strength/movement speed. Those advantages then used to close in on the target, levitate it via maglev effect to free Gareth and then effectively railgun it into the far wall. Ground charge recycled.
Creature 3 marked as "high potential", electric attacks will arc away from it.
Injuries: Heavy bruise to shoulder, bruised rib on right side.
Enhanced Strength/Agility/Reflexes as long as Charge remains over 5%