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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 11:32 am
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"Dying is not my forte, I'm afraid." Sibelius muttered grumpily, raising his knee up and pushing his foot against the door the witch eaters had poured out of earlier. As if hingeless, it creaked and fell forward, landing with an echoing boom in the dark corridor ahead of them. At least, he thought it was a corridor, until the dim light showed it to be more of a banquet hall....a banquet hall, if you were a witch eater, that is.
There were several humans, some young, some old, a few adults who were bound together. Several were passed out, one appeared dead. Dinnertime, sibelius assumed.
He paused in the middle of the room, still as stone, listening. He could smell the witch eater, but where...where was he? Or she? Cold grey eyes flashed back to Ashkii and Cruor, the dim light giving off the sign of warning that was in them. Something wasn't right.
As if in cue to his eerie feeling, all the remaining dim lights in the room went out with a rush of cold air. The sound of slithering, sliding movement could be heard, but this movement was..far too large to be anything of human (or witch eater) size. It was almost beastly, monstrous. It could be a rare 'delicacy', of course...a witch eater that has gorged itself on so many hearts that it has become a real monster of a person.
A real monster.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 12:31 am
As Cruor followed Sibelius into the room, a knot of unease began to coil in his gut, causing his hands to flex around the hilt of his sword. Slowly his eyes skimmed the room, notating the humans and their positions in accordance to everything else. Yes, he was scanning for anything amiss, but he was also memorizing the room in case anything suddenly popped out and he had to move quickly. After a long moment his eyes met Sibelius, tension rolling down his spine at the wariness and distrust that was in them; he didn't like this room either and it wasn't just the architecture.
As the lights suddenly went out Cruor went still, closing his eyes and listening intently, not moving to light anything just yet. He wanted the thing to think that they were blind, that they wouldn't be able to see it until it was feasting on their corpses. Well, honestly, he didn't believe that he'd killed enough Witch Eaters to die so quickly so this particular breed of evil would just have to be disappointed. He shifted slightly, coiling shadow around himself as he slowly, silently began to move, instinctually placing himself between the unconscious humans and whatever was coming into the room.
Once he was positioned he began to draw upon his pyromancy, slowly coaxing the lights back into light; despite what stories said, one did not simply light a fire as it caused temporary blindness. However the slow reveal was causing his eyes to widen slightly in shock and, temporarily, fear, before he reigned it in; he did not quake in the face of the corrupted Reaper at the Ball and he would not do so now. Tightening his grip on the weapon he continued to focus, noting that it was sluggish when it moved due to its mass and, from what he could tell, some of its limbs were oversized, causing them to drag.
When he deemed that they had enough light to fight, he called out to their distance fighter; they needed cover if they were going to take on this misshapen monstrosity. "Ashkii! Shoot! Cover us!" he cried even as he attempted to launch fire at what he hoped was the creature's face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 11:11 am
Ash sighed as the door made a loud boom before cocking a arrow in his bow. "Knock Knock. The reapers are in town..." He moved in with the two men, surprise lighting his face at the large hall.
Humans sat to the side, terrified, scared. He knew as soon as they were in that Cruor had moved over there. While he teased the Dragon often, in the end, the Dragon had more heart of the three. His eye's focused instead on the large monster before grinning.
"What a interesting witch eater you've become." Ash latched the arrow before pulling the invisible string back, "Didn't your mother tell you that you shouldn't dwadle with your food? I'm guessing so since you seemed to fatten yourself up..." He cocked his head, "Hey what do you think we should name it...Witch EaterZilla?" He sent a small annoyed look at Cruor before letting the arrow go. it latched into the things side, electricity rippled down its arm. Another arrow flew through the arrow as Ash stood there, reloading and shooting, load and shoot.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:43 pm
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Oh, Ashkii. Always cracking jokes at the strangest times. "I say we just call it 'dead' so we can get it out of our hair and get the hell out of this shithole."
Sibelius hated the way it looked. So distorted, some horrific creature. Was this the potential witch eaters had? Could they truly become monsters such as this? A creature like this who lived only to feed its hunger had no purpose in this world.
Hearing the fwip of the arrows fly by, Sibelius took the initiative, jerking hard on one of the chains to his giant flails, sending the spiked menaces one after the other towards the abomination. One hit successfully on the arm being battered by Ashkii's arrows, but the other was dodged, and the witch eater smart enough to grab the chain, jerking it forward, which made Sibelius go sailing towards it.
"Why would you do such a terrible, terrible thing, boys...." the thing hissed, its voice raspy, deep and gutteral, and slightly feminine. "Don't you find me beautiful? Don't you find me sultry, someone you'd take home to mother?"
It made his gut wrench. Not only did this witch eater feast itself into this form, but it knew, and it was smarmy and proud. "Sounds like your kind of woman, Ashkii." Sib growled as he pulled himself up, letting of the chains. They were just trinkets anyways...something so eh didn't have to literally get his hands dirty. He flexed his left hand, the one where his scythe was manifested as a power-restraining gauntlet, and roared bitterly as he ran the rest of the way towards the gargantuan, long-armed body of this soon-to-be-corpse. He let sail a hard and direct punch with his gauntlet-covered hand, cracking into the plated abdomen of this horrible creature. Like the fell reaper from before, they would more than likely have to weaken it by taking the hearts forcibly, one by one. Again he struck, again a bit more of the plating crumbled, but soon he found his flailing fist couldn't reach it, and then the world was upside down.
"Seriously, when the ******** did this thing sprout tentacles?! Get me the hell down from here! Cruor, burn ********, STOP TOUCHING ME THERE." ....All strength, and once those weapons were gone, he had no range. ******** ******** s**t.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:16 am
"I can't help but agree, Sibelius." Cruor grunted as he swung his blade at one of the thing's massive limbs.
Every swing of his sword, every calculated move that he made gave him a newer, more horrific view of the creature before them that might haunt his nightmares for a while. No matter what the creature said about itself, which just made him ill, it was a disgusting sight, one that he was surprised the other Witch Eaters could endure. While the thing seemed distracted with Sibelius he lunged in and sliced free a heart, stowing it away carefully and quickly rolling out of the way to avoid being turned into a smear on the floor by what he thought might be an arm.
Cruor blinked, his expression briefly shifting into one of mild exasperation when he noticed that the other man, their superior technically, was dangling upside down. However his concern for the other man's safety quickly replaced it and he bolted forward, sword ready, only for a tentacle to coil around his abdomen, causing him to grunt. Despite that he lunged forward anyways, arm reaching out to swing at the limb, slicing clean through it; hopefully the other man wouldn't be grabbed by another on his way down.
He didn't have time to watch because before he could turn to deal with his own problem he was suddenly heading for the floor, the monster flailing in pain and his head to collide painfully with the floor. Dazed he did his best to hold onto his weapon as he was lifted again, head throbbing and making it difficult to focus on calling his magic. Instead he adjusted his grip on his sword and stabbed at the thick tentacle only to let out a small cry of pain as it just tightened, causing his armor to groan in protest; that wasn't good.
"A little... Help... Would be appreciated..." he managed, attempting to twist his blade in the monster's meaty limb, but that just seemed to make the tentacle tighten further. "Now would be great!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:33 am
Ash grinned. He thought it funny sorta that the two close ranged fighters were having the time of their lives being tentacle raped.
"I'd say its more of your type of woman Sibelius. Yoru getting more action right now then you have your whole life...." Ashkii took only a second before shooting the tentacle that held the man hostage, he missed though as it wiggled around..."Tch. stupid ugly piece of s**t." He cursed as he notched another arrow. Thank god for Cruor though as the man slice the tentacle that held their superior up, letting the other man drop to the ground.
"Hope you land on your feet Sibelius." Ash hoped the man had reflexes of a cat...otherwise the fall would hurt.
He heard though Cruor's cry and watched his comrade get tossed around like a rag doll. Odd...seeing as the dragon was the stronger of the two of them. Sighing, he notched two arrows and called upon his magic, surrounding his arrows with a light electric current before letting the two arrows fly, implanting themselves in the tentacle's underarm that held Cruor. Unfortunately for the the dragon, the small electric currents pulsated in the spot where the arrows were, damaging the nerves in the tentacle so that they released the Dragon but...he'd feel a slight shock from it seeing as the electricity had to travel through the tentacle. "Sorry Cruor!" He grinned as he chanted again and notching another arrow, letting it fly so it hit the soft belly fat of the creature.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:41 am
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Sibelius landed in a crouched position, one hand balancing himself on the ground. "Ashkii, I'll turn you into a woman, don't think I don't have the power!" he growled at his comrade, before his eyes widened, watching Cruor get pelted and zapped. Damn. It was not the dragon's day. "I'd say that was probably more on purpose, really." he gave an exhausted, growling sigh, taking the oppurtunity that the witch eater was stunned to dart forward, grabbing one of those flailing tentacles in his hands. With Cruor out of its grasp, he gave a hard JERK, ripping the once-humanoid thing off its feet, and began to spin wtih it, using his immense strength to do so, spinning it like the hammer-throw at the olympics.
"I CANT." he panted between each spin. "EXACTLY. STOP." The witch eater had begun to shriek and scream, but found itself unable to flail, thanks to gravity's wonderful effect, until Sibelius let it go flying towards Ashkii. "Oops." he covered his mouth with a hand, though it was almost obvious he had ...sortofmaybesomewhat done it on purpose. "Think fast, Ashkii! GO LONG!" He laughed heartily to himself at his jest. The ******** deserved it, always after him for not being a manwhore....!
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:00 am
Of course Ashkii would use electricity. Of course. Cruor winced and grunted as the shock from the arrows raced through his form as well, causing him to grit his teeth, barely managing to rip his sword out of the limb before he fell. He crashed to the ground, barely managing to land on all fours and snarled at the archer, slowly moving to climb to his feet, wincing a little as his dented armor dug into the tender flesh of his side; great, now he needed new armor as well!
"Jackass." he snarled in the other Blackheart's direction, stepping back as Sibelius swung the creature around; he'd been pummeled enough that evening he thought.
However when he watched the creature fly towards Ashkii he couldn't help but smirk a little, moving closer to Sibelius and giving him an amused look. His eyes then slid to the humans in the room, noticing that they were still mostly unharmed, but he was worried about what would happen if the fight took too much longer. With that thought he shot a quick, meaningful look at the man beside him before dashing forward, aiming to catch the the Witch Eater while its back was to them, while it was stunned from the throw.
Adjusting his grip on his blade he drove it deep into the creature's back, wincing a little as it shrieked and bucked, but he didn't let go. No, instead, he twisted the blade, blood spurting across his torso and face but that wasn't what he was concerned with in that moment. No, he was more worried about grabbing the hearts that he'd exposed, tucking them away, even as he maintained the grasp on his sword, shifting to press his feet into the monster's back. He was probably about to get thrown again, but he didn't mind so long as he'd weakened it enough for the other two to take it out.
"You two just gonna... Stand around and let me have all the fun?"
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