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 Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:20 pm
Well it's about goddamn time you ******** found something you liked I could live with!
No hesitation. Iden whipped around and planted a pair of gunshots, one for each of them. But then, he moved. His body erupted into mist, only to reform at the wall. He wanted as far from that central disc as he could get.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:27 pm
*The disc slide aside. From it, a horde of mewling priestesses crawled, each clamouring for his attention, for his brutality, for HIM. So many, their cries were indistinguishavble, but all of them looked the same. All of them swarmed for Iden, lust on their faces as they closed with him. No way he'd have enough shots, and something worse was rising behind them...*
IDEN!!!!!
*The shout seemed to come from the hole in the floor, and i was of course Alyna;s voice*
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:34 pm
Something snapped. Perhaps it was rage, at the things that were crawling towards him. Perhaps it was desperation, a promise to a friend he was failing to keep. Regardless, Iden moved with all his lithe agility. Both ROMANs thundered, pouring death before him as he surged forward. Then he discarded them, and threw himself ripping and tearing into the mass of flesh that crawled after him. Bodies were rent apart as he tore forward inch by bloody inch, until all movement was checked. He was being dragged down.
But then he was free. His shoulders heaved and he forced himself to step forward, until once more his body was airborne as little more than a cloud. A cloud that rematerialized in a flying punch, a haymaker thrown to the heart of darkness. He was roaring, howling defiance at the top of his lungs as he chased his name into the pit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:40 pm
Got ya....
*The visions of lust vanished, as well as the wolves, as the Priestess he had originally shot down slowly swayed to her feet. Iden would find shadow arcing over him as he WILLINGLY attacked the pit, restraining him as the REST of the imagery faded....
Alyna was stood, snarling, her back to Iden, a pack of Abominations, 7 strong, arrayed against her as she fought, coevred snout to tail in black ichor riddled blood.
the Priestess was stood aay to Iden's left, PERFECTLY unharmed, hands pressed together in symbolism of a prayer. She had contrusted since Iden had arrived the vision he had been forced into, which had left him right where she wanted him - within the confines of an inky cage that would NOT let him go, his ammo spent, and the Wyrm's rise point JUST before his nose, the ground already churning as the Beast made its way into the world. *
Stand down, b***h, or I'll break every bone in his body before the master arrives....
NO! Leave him the ******** alone... Iden, Im sorry, there were just too many...
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:48 pm
When he slammed into the ground, Iden found his right fist imbedded into nothing. His left hand lay at his thigh, but...there were no more grenades. The ROMANS were discarded...but he was grinning.
Hope you like turnabout, b***h.
Not a single soul in that chamber would get away from feeling the hammerblow that was about to come. Iden still bore C4 on his thigh. His left hand hit the detcord, aaaaaaaand....
The priestess would be feeling a good many bones broken as she was flung into the wall. The abominations would need to brace themselves, or be similarly tossed about, just as Alyna would. And if the blast didn't disrupt the cage, whether through direct kinetic force, or through knocking the priestess about...well, Iden's vaporized form wouldn't be making its way to strangle the woman, would it? That was the plan, though...
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:53 pm
Two things happened at once. EVERYTHING Iden intended... and the Wyrm rose like the Abyss itself, the HUMUNGOUS beast opening its eyes as just its head rose.
With Iden gas form, its first target was the dazed Alyna, surrounded by downed wolves. She looked up in terror, finally scared of her potential fate, pressing her body close to the floor as those jaws closed in*
Oh... ******** ONE STEALS MY PET! YOU WILL RETURN TO ME, WHORE!
*The last word did it. Alyna rose as the teeth came down and SLASHED, searing her paw claws throuigh the Wyrms lidded mouth, a cascade of ichor covering her as she tublmed aside as the head crashe dinto the floor, then started ot run as it pursued her.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:57 pm
Iden could not have saved her if the initial strike had swallowed her. He had literally been scattered across the whole of the room. But now that the priestess was likely out like a light...there was just one issue to deal with. And that issue would soon find a very angry young abomination of feline and human creation digging claws into it's eyelids.
Then take it up with the thief, mate. Go back to your hole.
He reared back, and with both hands, hammered a single titanic blow. His body rippled with power beneath the fur-lined arms. His feline muzzle was curled into a snarl as all of his skill with Potence turned his inhuman power into something truly obscene.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:06 pm
*The circle was too newly opened to be stabl;e without its summoner, and coupled wsith the DEVESTATING blow Iden dealt the Wyrm, cracking its carapace, the room would be filled with the ungodly shriek of the injured god as it sank back beneath the sands. The building rumbled threateningly. The noise the Wyrm put out was enough to compromise the structure, evidenced also by the sudden death of anytrhing living in the immediate vicinty, and Alyna yowling on the floor as her ears bled, drums ruptured, and eyes unseeing as blood spurted from ruptired ducts.
The only other being to escape immediate death was the Priestess, a cocoon of darkness surrounding her as the Wyrm vanished, though she seemed weak and dazed as it faded, leaning against teh wall and breathing hard - a massive chunk of debris piercing the side of her stomach*
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:14 pm
Iden would be spared only because he had the Ceilican's durability thrown in for good measure. Once again, Infinitas, despite his hesitance in accepting it, was saving his skin. Blind, deaf, and bleeding though he may be...he was alive, and his senses would recover.
Which left the priestess. Iden's eyes would recover quickly as he let himself return to his normal, human self. With a predatory gleam in his regrown eyes, he stalked towards the witch, and reared back his hand to take her by the shoulder and push her up against the wall.
He knew she would not hear him. She couldn't, the blast from before would have ruptured her eardrums and deafened her. So instead, he ripped at his own left wrist with his teeth, and forced the wound to her lips. He needed her alive, if this job were to find proper closure in any meaningful timeframe. By now the police surely would have arrived...Iden needed his teams extracting from the site very soon. That dictated a ghoul of convenience.
:: And now, look who belongs to whom.... ::
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:24 pm
NO!!!
*her vocal chords still worked. Unable to resist, her eyes went wide as saucers, but she was unable to stop him forcing his bloodied wrist to her mouth or some small amount passing down her throat. After the initial taste... she screamed at her body as she reflexively licked at the wound for more, shivering with disgust as his will imploded into her head, fighting with the Wyrm.
Such strong blood... the two voices drove her to the floor in pain, but the master right before her would win out.
Alyna snarled from across the room as she healed, dragging herself slowly, paw heavy, towards Iden. How she hated the Priestess on the floor, but she did nothing*
You b*****d... how could you... get out of my head...
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:29 pm
Oh, so you didn't want me on the mind? I could have sworn for all your dripping lust you had something more than just a one night stand planned out...
Iden spoke in mocking tones as he pulled his wrist away, and cradled her cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he slapped her across the face.
Your master will not have me. When we are done here, I'll send you to him to tell him face to face. But for now...where is it? My soul has been tampered with, part of it was brought to this land. IS IT HERE?
THe final demand was not using any force of will, only volume of words. He hoped she resisted. He loathed her, he wanted her to resist so he could enjoy himself in the next few seconds.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:36 pm
*It wasnt easy. The strength in his blood demanded she obey, that she answer. But the Wyrm was a roar in the back of her mind as she looked up at Iden, hearing slowly returning as her body healed, on his ********... you...
*she spat a mouthful of ichor at him, glaring at alyna as the big cat flopped behind Iden, snarling in turn*
The master... gets everyone... eventually. You AND the kitty...
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:49 pm
Iden recoiled backwards, and shouldered the slime from his face. He was smiling, but it was not a mirthful expression. A shark could have more genuine joy in its toothy grin than he did, as his eyes drifted to Alyna.
Oh goody. I was hoping she'd say that, right, mate?
With a sudden twisting, his forehead slammed into the priestess' face. Not a knockout blow, but a mind jarring one.
Congradulations, wench. You just took one step closer to spending an eternity held captive away from your master, where I'll make sure you spend your days in isolation BEGGING for attention to stop the numbness that I personally guarantee will CONSUME your every waking moment, and then some. And when you dream, there will be no Wyrm, only me. Doesn't that sound pleasant? Now...tell me what I want to know, or I'll take great pleasure in picking out the cell for your captivity while I burn each and every one of your master's holdings on this earth to the ground, one at a time. WHERE IS IT.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:53 pm
I dont have it, b*****d....
*She grinned weakly up at him after the jarring blow, writhing against the debris spitting her, willing herself to bleed to death while she ditracted him with her insults*
In many ways, I wish the master DID have it... so he could make you crawl, inch by inch, down the hole you belong in, right in front of your pet kitty cat. I want her to see your eyes as the Wyrm takes you all over again.
You wont escape him this time, DeSeer. Once he gets you back... you'll be nothing but a well of power for ALL his troops, while your body is kept bound and tethered to whichever Priestess earns the right to you.
You wont remember anythign but hate. You;ll wANT to fight, and wont know why the master subjects you to such pain. You'll BEG him for the chance to fetch the Ceilicans back to him, but you'll get no relief, traitor scum. He;ll keep you forever, this time. In Malfeas, for eternity.
Yes, I wish he had your soul... and I hope whoever DOES have it makes you SCREAM as they tear it apart.... vampire FILTH....
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 3:26 pm
And THAT, my dear witch, is all I need. Have fun sputtering in hate...and give your master my regards in hell.
With that, Iden let her slump to the ground and do what she will. The twin naga were collecting the firearms, while he turned, nodded to Alyna, and started for the shaft leading up. Outside, he was displaying the calmest of exterior. Inside...well, inside Iden was churning with questions that demanded answers. None were to be found here, though. That was enough for him. As they reached the shafted, he keyed into his throat mic.
Prep for extraction, plant the bomb. Objective is not on target.
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