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 Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:30 pm
Iden paused, then straighted. His stance was nonexistent; he was standing tall, with no posture denoting any kind of combat. The sword arm hung at his side, and he smirked.
And I'll take yours on a stake. All the better to warn your kin away from my haven.
The scimitar detonated, in a fashion much like that of a grenade. However, Iden seemed unphased...the metal literally passed through him without seeming to cause any harm. His body was now wreathed in swirling shards of steel, now all pulsating with a deep indigo energy. All Iden did was grin, and the cloud expanded to lash with terrible energies at the Bastet that threatened him. Armor was of little use...contact alone would cause the sudden destruction of flesh, bone, armor and weapon alike, as the base matter was thrown into rapid entropication, and broken down thusly. But it only seemed to affect Iden's foes...the environment around them was unscarred, the shards of metal simply redirecting itself to never strike that but the abominations.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:40 pm
*Ok, THAT was not expected. He raised his knife arm in an instinctive defensive block, but it was totally useless. In a matter of moemnts... he was as dead as you could get. The other cats had already darted back and began to circle the wadi more warily, though the female remained locked in with Javos, unheeding of all around them as fur and blood flew form wth whirling mass they presented.
This SHOULD have left Iden with only one cat circling him... but the three he and Javos had knowcked down on the plain were back up and closing with their comrade, their fur singed but all other wounds healed. THe joys of being undead Hengeyoki.
For now, they circled and watched the strange blade, trying to work it out. They would not remain at distance for long*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:46 pm
No, they wouldn't.
Quick as lightning, the shards fell back into Iden's hand, and he seemed to become faded...until his figure just up and vanished.
Celerity, with an added kick. They would see Iden where he was a few seconds prior, not where he was. Where he was....well...
The initial strike was with Okra in its original spear form. Crackling energies lashed out with the speed Iden was wielding, making a thunderous boom akin to a gunshot as the strike fell. But Iden was not holding position...no, the spear's tip broadened, becoming a glaive with which he swept in a cleaving arc through where his target moved. His spinning momentum sent the weapon hurling through the air, lashing for the second, even as Iden's body liquified once again, the mist he became moving with unholy speed and precision to catch the blade just past the target, and whirl downwards from the air to slam the blade, which now ran down the whole of the haft, into the spine of the abomination.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:58 pm
*Another Bastet would fall, just from their sheer suprise. Their intel was dodgy - no one had mentioned Iden and his Daemon were currently getting on.
Behind Iden, in the Wadi, Javos emerged from his brawl wsith the female. A viscious slash covered half his face, one eye shut due to the blood flowing over it. He was smirking however - the female had a broken leg and her throat ripped out.
Until she shifted back to human. She stood up, whole and smirking, her hair flowing around her like it was alive... which it was. SHe leapt for Javos again, hair moving unnaturally to blind and trip him.*
FIRE Iden. Two suprises is impressive, but we cant live on it...
*he was right. The abominations were simply too fast, one of the three Iden had left dropping back, dark energy rippling around it as it began to twist skills to its needs. In the mean time, another darted in at Iden, dodging with that strange speed leaving handprints in the sand as it shifted to human, dancing around Iden like he was a maypole. MArk after mark was left in his wake as he sought to hem IDen in, stop him from using his weapon*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 4:08 pm
It had worked well enough. Iden hadn't intended for himself to get too many kills that way, though he HAD hoped...
Iden didn't know what the one circling him was doing. Certainly couldn't be good. But that was fine...
:: EYES! ::
Night became day for an instant. A flashbang.
Iden was moving already, running...away, towards the rocks. Ignoring EVERYTHING, he was scooping up the RPG satchels and hurling them past Javos, into the cover afforded by the rocks.
Behind him, the night erupted into flame. Liela had pulled the pin on an incindiary grenade, and it had detonated.
Thermate bursted and scattered, making flames hotter than any other available in a modern armory. The air grew hot as the entirity of the area where Iden had made his attack was bathed in an inferno that left the dirt beneath little more than a glassed crater.
All this occured within an eyeblink. The flashbang's effects wouldn't have had the chance to wear off by the time it occurred...and Iden was already halfway up the rocks, a satchel slung over his shoulder. He was making for the RPG launcher Javos had dropped. One could have no doubt what his intentions were, as the RPGs which stuck out of the satchel bore a red stripe along each warhead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 4:34 pm
*Javos knew well enough with that mental shout to close his eyes. He used his weight to pull forwards and lay down, dragging the beauty on top of him as Iden's plan went into action.
Rolling like the big kitty he was, he tangled himself into her hair and held her fast as a living shield.
Iden's flashbang were the WORST thing for the other two cats still in range. Being in lycan form, they were extra sensative. He probably wouldnt find much resistance to the RPG shots, the last three incinerated, though Javos, worse for wear, would emerge from under what was left of the female.
This left only one Bastet. Stood out of range of the immediate shots, he had summoned the Wyrm. Or at least... some of its essence. Wrymlings emerged from all around the Wadi, screeching loud enough to deafen. And that was the point. The image of the wyrm coudl drive people mad, its screech as bad as a mandrake. Javos screamed with pain as he heard it, his ears bleeding as he collapsed to the floor, spasming. The Wyrms were focused on Iden however, lashing and darting for him with terrible maws full of fangs and poison. Slowly, the land began to darken and taint*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 4:56 pm
Iden reached the launcher just in time to turn and see the grenade's effects. As mentioned, there would be a large patch of glass where the explosive had gone off. At a heat of 2200 degrees celcius...not much would be left.
The final Bastet had done something unholy, however, even by Iden's biased standards. His eyes widened at the sight, and his jaw dropped, even as his knuckles went white around the grips of the RPG.
Instinctively, Iden's off hand clutched at his ear. Only through reflex did he catch himself from dropping the RPG, favoring instead to use his right shoulder to try and block out the sound. His eyes gritted shut, and he began to shout a loud, enraged cry of both fear and dismay, even as his body returned to mist one last time.
Once again, Iden's emergence was airborne, some height over the Bastet, and far closer than he had originally been. Iden was still shouting, his scream evolving into a furied warcry as he squeezed the trigger.
The warhead shrieked downwards, slamming into the ground and detonating. Everything in roughly a ten meter radius turned into a roiling fireball as the thermobaric warhead detonated, drawing the air around the Bastet to fuel the blast.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:09 pm
Oh shi.....
*The final cat went down, victim of the intense heat, the Wyrm's recoiling from the blast also.
However, with their summoner gone, and the circle obscured by the scorching heat... they too withdrew into the sand, gone beneath back where they belonged.
In the wadi, Javos was whimpering. His fur was GONE. Melted pieces of the woman who had saved him from total incineration clung to his raw skin as he tried to see with blinded eyes, missing the lids. His lips were gone, so he was set in a permanent snarl of canines as he dragged his way forwards on a belly that was in better condition, the cool sand having helped preserve at least the flesh. *
You are an unliscensed GIT and I want you to know when I heal form this... Im going to tear you limb from limb you c**t.
*slowly, he inched towards the cool of the rocks, muttering and cursing with each incredibly painful movement*
I TOLD you these guys were going to be trouble. Get a bigger gun I said. Did you listen? No! You shoot ******** fire at ALL of us. You BASATRD. Last time I get your back, you mealy little s**t. Do you have ANY ide ahow much this hurts? What if I wasnt immortal, eh? What'd you have told the boss then? 'Sorry mum, I killed your pet cat. I rained ******** FIRE on him. Hope you dont mind and all...'
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:18 pm
Iden's landing was near the edge of the blast radius, just as the flames were cooling. His skin blistered and bristled with the latent heat...and he went AROUND the glassed earth, not over it. The place was still too hot for his liking.
He was panting when he reached the wadi, and as he laid eyes upon Javos, he cringed. The rant, Iden knew, he fully deserved.
Calmly, quietly, Iden's response came.
You had the bigger gun. I only brought one RPG launcher, and it's the biggest thing I've got.
Iden sighed, and shook his head. He was feeling unsteady on his feet...and he thought he could feel some blood that had taken to trickling from his ears. He was tired, sore, his skin was blistered all over, and his skull was pounding. Javos was worse off, true, but Iden was not at his finest. So as he continued, his words had a slight, grating hostility to them, though Iden did not mean for it to.
Yes, I have had my skin cooked off. Remeber how I saved your a** the FIRST time? I didn't HAVE any skin. You ARE immortal, you WILL recover...
Iden sank to a seat position by the rocks, and heaved a deep, ragged sigh. His hostility had broken, leaving him quiet and tired once again.
...and I will make it up to you first thing when we get home. I promise you. If you want to rip me apart, save it...we're still in deep s**t. Those guys knew who we were and what we were capable of from the start. We've been compromised.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:33 pm
When we get home? OH no. JUST cos Im immortal doesnt mean you get the luxury of time. There's half an ibex under those rocks somewhere. Get it out here and I'll forgive ya. Might even say sorry for the first time you saved my a**.
*Javos gave up shy of the cave. He simply hurt too much and sand was getting in his wounds.*
We aint compromised. THOSE were not from the town. They dropped in from somewhere else. Do you have ANY idea how rare abominations are? Let alone THAT kind.... even the guy your after cant command that sort of force. Hell... even the BOSS doesnt. Something WORSE is going on here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:40 pm
Lay off, wouldja? I said I'll pay you back when we get back. This? This is just getting you shipshape.
Iden rolled over, and started digging. His nose was filled with the stink of burnt flesh, so it was hard to use that to navigate...So it would take a few minutes to retrieve Javos' ibis.
Rare enough that I've never seen one before. We're still compromised...someone's pissed off at one of us enough to warrant that kind of s**t, and they know where we are. I'm hitting the town tomorrow night, finishing this, and we're getting the ******** out of here. If you're up for it, a hand would be nice...but I'm taking everything I can tomorrow, and I'm not coming back here. Not safe anymore. You shouldn't stay, either.
Iden flopped back against the rocks, and groaned. Javos wasn't the only one who needed food...but Iden would need to wait for at least some time before he could get to anywhere he could stake out some prey...
Tell you what. You take your ibis, then find me those two ragheads you were hassling earlier, and we'll call it even for now.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:00 pm
Lay off he says... got no skin, got no fur... you better pray that thing is enough to let me shapeshift so Im WHOLE again. Pass it here.
*The next few minutes were spent noisily and sloppily. Javos was starved. He ate with relish, then stood up on pained legs and concerntrated. Slowly, a man rose from the ruined flesh of the beast, whoel and perfect.
Stretching, Javos glared at Iden, then smiled and headed into the shade of the cave, not caring at ALL for his nudity. He consumed the second ibix hidden inside after he located it, and then came back outside*
Ok. I think I can handle a hunt. You better let me have the flesh after though.
*Another shape shift. The differance between lycans and true hengeyoki. Javos could do so much more. He hauled himself out of the wadi and chased down the scent trail of the bedouin, going far from the camp to find it, due to the scents of battle. Once he did, it was just a matter of time before he found the caravan they belonged to. It took him some time, but he eventually seperated two from the group, knocked them out, and shouldered them onto his back. With a slow lope, he set off back to camp, fighting the urge to yawn and drop into sleep where he stood.
He slid back into camp an hour after he left and wordless fell in a heap at Idens feet*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:05 pm
You can, you can...would I honestly hold out on you when we're both ******** up?
Iden didn't have the motivation to get up and move...much less the stamina. It wasn't that the fight was that draining, or that bad...but something about it had just worn him down. Probably it was just a combination of effects, ranging from the daemon hosting to the Wyrm summoning...
The end effect was for Iden to drain both men very thoroughly. Neither would be waking up, and neither would have too much for blood left in them when the thoroughly drained corpses were passed on to Javos.
Normally, Iden would feel something after this. Guilt, maybe, or satisfaction, or something. No, he just shifted the pack with the remaining incindiary warheads, and groaned again. His back was sore.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:13 pm
*Javos consumed EVERYTHING, including bone marrow, summonin enough energy to bury the bones when he was done. Byt then, Iden was done rearranging his armaments.
Wordlessly, the jaguar took charge. He stalked over to Iden, lifted him onto his furry shoulders and trotted into the shade of the cave. He slid Iden off his shoulders onto the floor by the crate, dragged the last few signs of their presence into the dark, then laid down next to Iden, blocking the exit, his warm fur against the neonate*
Rest now. We finish up when the next darkness comes. Roan told me to watch out for you, so dont argue. Sleep. Ive got your back.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:21 pm
Iden made a sound that one would almost think was a "meep!"...if they didn't know him better, that is. He squirmed a bit, but in the end he just let Javos haul him to the cave.
Iden's eyes narrowed, and he shook his head slowly.
I'm leaving at midday. I need to be in position BEFORE the natives we're after are up and about. That means getting there before sunset. Dun make me kick the kitty...
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