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 Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2020 8:02 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair felt his heart race, both anticipation and adrenaline starting to rush through his veins. It was exciting, but at the same time, terrifying. He hadn't felt like this in a fight before. It was... thrilling. No worries about losing your life, a simple test of strength.
His thoughts were running wild again, trying to get as much information as he could before he made a move. What he needed to was test out what worked and what didn't, as he had never fought this opponent before. His aura was deafening and blood thirsty, it was far larger than what he normally dealt with. That enough said how difficult this whole thing was going to be.
After the spar had officially begun, he made his move. He was going for an offense move that could easily be turned into defense, to play it safe. The buzzing of his mind was distracting, voices, screams, words, but it only encouraged him. He sprinted at the demon lord, axe drawn and as soon as he was in range, he swung widely, aiming for limbs rather than torso.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2020 10:14 pm
Josef
Letting out a grunt, the demon lord dodges the swing and follows the blade's momentum so Altair wont be able to target the demon lord directly with an attack, following that Josef punches Altair in the face before hopping backwards to avoid a retaliatory swing.
"Ohhhh your swings are slow and cumbersome, you like fighting with heavy destructive blows! You don't like to dance but you like to be the DJ of the music!"
Josef crawls on all fours and speeds towards him only to hop to the left in anticipation of a down swing of the axe and lunges at Wraith's side with a bite.
"GNAWR"
The animalistic demon sinks his teeth into Altair's side.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2020 10:41 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair let out a muffled grunt, just barely catching himself as he stumbled backwards from the force of the punch. To his horror, the mask had taken most of the blow and was now cracked down the front. His nose had crimson blood down his chin, dripping onto his clothes. He knew this already wasn't very good knews at all. He was starting to feel panic creep up behind him, but for now, he ignored the sirens blazing in his head and focused. Everything he was doing was being predicted, Josef had him figured out.
As hard as he tried to swipe at the demon lord, he was fast, very fast. He knew how his axe worked, and how he had to use it. It was too easy for him to find weak spots. The axe was holding him down at this point, that much was clear... but it was all he had. If anything, he was hopeless with his bare hands.
"Hrgh!"
Altair suddenly let out a small grunt at the bite breaking his skin, too distracted by the pain of it to worry about the physical contact. His body went rigid with the spiking pain only for a second, before he took the butt of his axe and slammed it down onto Josef twice, trying to pry him off his side. He knew he was bleeding, he could feel the hot blood dripping down his side now.
Not good not good not good NOT GOOD!!
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2020 11:31 pm
Josef
"AGHHH"
After getting whacked on the head with the handle of the axe, the Demonlord with a howl unlatches and hops back on his two feet, rubbing his head, blood dripping down his face, covering his left side.
"Man, that thing packs a punch.... be a shame if..... You... Lost... It..."
Josef with a wild unhinged grin appears infront of him with his hand on the base of the axe, and attempts to rip it out with a mighty pull and yell whilst kneeing the assassin in the stomach.
"I take it you pride in being a glass cannon! That means with enough swings you will be tired! Maybe I should dodge until you exhaust yourself but THAT WOULD BE BORING AHAHAHAHAHAHA"
With his mouth open, he also attempts to bite the demon on the neck while he has control of his opponent's weapon.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2020 11:55 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair released ragged breaths after Josef finally let go of his side, his grey long sleeve now ripped and bloody where the demon lord had chomped him. A small half smile reached his lips at the sight of Josef bleeding. It was almost a consolation prize.
He knew he had already spent too much time celebrating his very small victory when Josef popped up right in front of his, feeling the air get knocked from his lungs as he was kicked in the stomach. The edges of his vision blurred a little from all this chaos, but still he fought and fought to keep ahold of the one thing he truly valued in his existence.
"This... is... mine...!" He snarled, wincing heavily at his wounds and exhaustion starting to take a toll on him. He felt so ******** angry about it trying to be taken, he was nearly wasting all his energy just to keep a grip on the axe. It was HIS and HIS ALONE. It had saved him countless times and kept him safe, it was the closest thing he could compare to love.
Without it, he was no more than a scared child behind a mask. Nothing more than someone who was at the mercy of others.
Altair clenched his jaw, widening his eyes as he watched the demon lord open his mouth, and knew his neck would be a target. It was either let go, or get bitten again.
The choice was chanted over and over in his mind, and he decided to chose neither. He reared his head back, and slammed his own head into Josef's. He knew the cost, it might make the archdemon let go and stun him, but to do that he also stunned himself. It was a better choice than the two he had been presented earlier, even if his head was EXPLODING with pain.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 12:10 am
Josef
With a low grunt of pain, Josef staggers back in a daze. Struggling to keep his balance, he brings his hand to his head to to try orient himself.
"Oh.... lord.... That.... Hurt....."
After about a few seconds, the demon shakes his head and his glazed look zero's in on the also dazed combatant. With a huge smile he begins laughing.
"AHAHAHA OH MAN, THIS.... IS GREAT...I LOVE IT!~!"
Josef wraps his arms around himself in gleee and just looks ecstatic.
"THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ALIVE!"
I.... am happy. This is truly happiness. This... Is.... my.... place.... My world.... My... EVERYTHING
With a low growl, he lowers himself to the ground once more. A dark aura erupting from his presence. This aura was the killing intent at the maximum capacity, this is blood that is intentionally and willed to be drawn. A smile is plastered on the Archdemon's face, insanity written all over him whilst covered in blood.
It is time to end this, I shall claim his heart and eat it and add his strength to my own. I WILL BE INVINCIBLE AND THIS WHOLE EXISTENCE WILL BE MINE.
Faster than the blink of an inhuman eye, Josef begins darting towards Altair, his intent is to tackle the demon and plunge his hand into his chest cavity and rip out his beating heart.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 6:26 pm
Altair (Wraith) Pain was exploding through his head as he staggered back from the archdemon, a hand flying to his head. To say the very least, HIS HEAD ******** HURT. All the small wounds were adding up, he was sure his side was still bleeding, his abdomen was definitely bruised from the impact of Josef's kick, and his head had been struck twice now. His nose may even be fractured. He felt exhausted, and his vision was blurring at the edges. It was so hard to simply stand while holding the weight of his axe, he was hunched over just to try to balance himself out.
Then, he felt that awful dark aura erupt from Josef. It sent chills down his spine, looking up with wide eyes. This wasn't a silly spar anymore, Josef was in kill mode. Panic flooded both his mind and body at the realization he was in grave danger. The demon lord moved so fast, and in that split second all he could do was try to raise his axe in time to at least block him.
I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
The only thought racing through his head was the sheer terror of dying. If he died here, everything he suffered through, everything he did would have been utterly pointless. That... That made him truly nothing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 2:17 pm
Odstarva didn't look amused. Not one bit. First of all, this brat Wraith had just gotten high on his s**t list, as he was directly defying him. He had gone out on a limb for this kid and allowed him to keep his axe with the promise it wouldn't be drawn outside of spar. Secondly, now he was actually attempting to weld the weapon on an angel, an ARCHANGEL none the less. Thirdly, now Josef was turning this into a game. The entire thing made a spark of rage inside of the navy haired angel, but he forced himself to stay in perfect demeanor and kept himself strictly in check.
How dare you. Odstarva thought, his grey eyes locked on Altair and coming off super cold as ice bitten steel. I should KILL you for that.
Josef swooping in was the only thing that saved the kid from meeting the Mourneblade straight in his gut. Lucky for him the Archdemon stopped him from striking the Archeangel and sealing his death sentence. Odstarva was still biting back anger inside, refusing to let himself give in to the sin of Wrath. As much as he wanted to punish this little punk, he would let Josef play with him instead just to keep the peace. If he had to kill a demon staying at the hotel, it would look bad. So he would do his best to look the other way just this once. But Altair was still number one on his shitlist now, as he had attempted to harm both an angel and a demon. This child was too unpredictable. And Odstarva did not like unpredictable.
The Archangel followed behind them, too pissed off to say much. He would just let it play out until a rule was broken. At least Wraith would channel his bad energy onto someone that deserved to take a punch to the face, instead of an innocent tiefling or angel. He couldn't decide how crazy Altair was though; his thoughts were clear one moment and then schzioprenic the next, similiar to Josef. But for different reasons entirely.
Od watched the fight, un-amused. He could relate to enjoying the feeling of a good fight, but not like this. This was animalistic brutality. Odstarva preferred a battle of wits and skill rather than brute force. He couldn't get into spars like this one. How was Josef having so much fun? It was mindless violence. Demons were such beastly creatures... The Archangel found it quite..... pathetic. But he digressed.
But then the mentality changed. Suddenly, Josef was thinking about going in for the kill. And Altair seemed to become fully aware he was about to die. It all happened within a split second, and Od was still on edge so he was quick to intervene. He darted into the sparring ring and whipped his sword up to Josef's face, making sure to have the blade barely touching his bare skin to express that Odstarva was not afraid to cut if necessary.
"Enough of this madness. The spar is over. The agreement was no hitting vitals or killing. You deliberately broke your own rules, Archdemon." Odstarva's voice was cold and flat, at the ready just in case Josef tried anything.
"That means you forfiet. I declare Wraith the winner by default."
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 2:18 pm
(( forgive errors and lack of formatting, Ill be posting via my phone all week and Ill fix it when I get back XD ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 7:55 pm
Josef
As soon as he spotted movement from his peripheral vision, the Demon INSTANTLY hard stopped as fast as he could. Josef's eyes trained on the weapon.
That weapon..... That weapon..... That..... Weapon...
Josef's eyes widened as he could smell the weapon, feel the weapon's aura radiating around the air. it's holy heat slightly burning on the Demon's face.
That weapon
That Weapon
That weapon
that weapon.....
ThAt WeApOn
tHaT wEaPoN
T h A T W E a p O n
THAT WEAPON THAT WEAPON THAT WEAPON THAT WEAPON
THAT
WEAPON
THAT
WEAPON
WEAPON
THAT
WEAPON WEAPON WEAPON WEAPON WEAPON WEAPON
Josef's eyes slowly go up to Odstarva's, hint of legitmite fear on them.
Slowly standing up, not making any threatening moves, just turns around and walks away. In a low voice.
"I didn't even do anything, but you are the referee."
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 8:35 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair widened his eyes at how fast Odstarva had reached them, his knuckles white from gripping his axe so hard. Everything was shaking as Odstarva spoke, as a second ago he was truly thinking he was going to die. He felt terrified, more so than he had been for a very long time. The masked demon was now nothing more than a scared child as he stood there, watching Josef leave without anything else to say.
Altair simply fell back where he was standing, hunched over his knees while still gripping his axe. The screaming was now more evident, he could almost feel the past pain from the torture he had endured. It was all just so loud, and he was mentally pleading for someone to just knock him out so he wouldn't have to listen or feel anything. His entire head was throbbing, just adding onto his mental breakdown.
The masked demon remained hunched over in a ball, feeling just completely at a loss. The mere thought of being at the archdemon's mercy a few moments ago crippling him. Part of him was dreading Odstarva too, because he had sensed how angry he had been earlier, that irritation still there.
Altair felt scared he was going to be punished or something along those lines for raising a weapon at the archangel. He wanted to say he didn't know what he was doing, but he did. He knew full well what his intent was earlier. He was going to get past him and kill that tielfing. His skin still crawled at the memory of being bopped on the shoulder by her. Altair wasn't thinking rationally, he knew that. He had his reasons for reacting so badly to that, but he knew Odstarva wasn't going to be so lenient. Part of him knew his axe was going to be taken, and he didn't know what he was going to do without it, especially after getting a demonstration of Josef's raw power.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2020 1:44 am
Odstarva could not resist letting a tiny bit of a smirk cross his lips as Josef was internally panicking at the Mourneblade in his face. Good. He knew exactly what was touching his cheek. A lot of demons didn't fully grasp just how powerful of a weapon it was. Especially down here, in Hell. He didn't like to show it off too much, but he definitely had to around here or these lowly little demons wouldn't take their rules seriously.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he smirked coldly at the Archdemon.
"I think we all know where that was headed. Besides, you said no vital points. You bit him in the neck near the jugular. I would call that vital, wouldn't you?"
Odstarva said, lowering the blade. His eyes flicked to Altair.
"Let this be a warning. Next time I will show no mercy."
He left it at that, and just walked away. Wraith was so terrified right now, maybe that would scare him straight. Taking his weapon away would only start s**t up again. Hopefully between Odstarva, and Josef, it put the fear of the Gods in him and he wouldn't dare do that again.
If not? He had zero problems killing Wraith. It would be easy as cutting warm butter. Only demons on the level of Josef could have a chance against his holy weapon.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2020 6:02 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair didn't say anything, but he registered Odstarva's warning pretty well. He stayed sitting on the ground in his little defensive ball for a few long moments, merely trying to settle his mind and attempt to pick himself up from the mess he was at the moment.
Finally, he slowly got himself to stand, wincing as his head spun. He had a concussion for sure, two sharp blows to the head would certainly give him one.
He didn't want to be near anyone, he just wanted Kisa to give him his room keys and have everyone just give him space. It wasn't like he could leave the hotel, not after this wake up call of sorts. His axe failed him, and he failed himself. Plus, demons didn't take kindly to "traitors". So, he was stuck here until he got kicked out, or the wild chance he got redeemed, which he honestly didn't see happening.
The masked demon finally looked down at his side and grimaced at the crimson stain around the bite wound. His hand came back wet after touching it, which made him dread having to patch it up. It was going to suck. His hand then flew up to his mask after the sudden realization it had cracked when Josef landed a punch on it. The mask was purely to keep his age and appearance under wraps, it wasn't made to withstand much force. It was thin enough that he could see through some of the cracks on it. That... That wasn't good. He didn't have any spares, and he wasn't in good enough shape to go get another. He wasn't sure how his nose was either, whether it was broken or fractured or whatever. He had dried blood all over his chin, neck, and shirt. Honestly, how ******** weak could his body be?
Odstarva might have said I won, but this hardly counts as a win. If he had been a second later I would have not only lost the spar, but my life. Tch, "winner by default" my a**.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2020 7:49 pm
Thorival Reseria
After having come out and watched the whole thing and being completely and utterly shocked with how fast Josef AND Odstarva escalated things, he half jogs over to where Wraith is and kneels down a little to check on him.
"Hey is everything alright?.... That spar looked very brutal... I know we accept the fact you demons need to let loose but that..... That. was .... too close... I need to talk with Kisa and see if we can make it not sparing... but like boxing or something..."
The paladin extends out his hand to help him up, despite the fact he finds the demon distasteful.
"Please, accept my help. I will escort you to Kisa so she can mend your wounds."
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