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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:46 pm


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"Holy sh-!" The Knight was cut off and found himself stumbling backwards in an attempt to get away from the slashes. He wasn't the fastest, so it was only a matter of time before the blades hit him. He didn't have his weapon, so he was incapable of fighting so close. However, he still had one last trump card. In his hands, his vitae began to build up. Finally, the moment of truth was upon him. In between slashes, he cocked back and threw the vitae. He was on his backfoot and too close to the skeleton for comfort, so the throw was garbage. If the vitae didn't make contact he would likely stumble and fall, at the mercy of the skeleton. But there was close to no way it could miss. To the skeleton the vitae would seem like blood, but when it hit the skeleton's neck, the undead creature would know differently. It's head would disconnect from it's body, ending the fight once it for all. It was a last ditch effort of sorts, but it had to work in Ureaus' eyes. It had to.


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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:53 pm


The skeleton would keep gaining ground as the knight started to become backed up against the wall before it had thrown something towards the skeleton. Mid swing the vitae struck the wrist of the skeleton instead of the neck causing its hand to lose the sword leaving the sharp aged calws of the skeleton to come at him. Once the knight would have fallen the skeleton would take no time but to start to claw the living hell of it aiming for his face mostly,

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:03 pm


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Now that he was on the ground, weaponless and irritated by the one skeleton that decided to have more fight than the others, Ureaus had one decision left to make as the thing attacked him. He used the Endure skill common to all Knights and prepared for the claws. With his own hands, he met the skeleton's hands. The claws would dig into his skin, but he wouldn't feel a thing. He had already experienced that he was stronger than the skeletons, so he knew what to do. He squeezed the skeleton's hands and bent them back, overpowering the creature. If it stayed like that, he would break it's wrists and it would be unable to fight.


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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:06 pm


AS the skeleton would go to grab him their hands had met trying to over overpower one another with skeleton ending up getting its hands broken off its body but the two bones that had connected the wrist to the rest of the body would turn into weapons of their own as it would yell voliently trying to stab its jagged bones into the knights chest and neck like it had been throwing punches

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:10 pm


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The Knight simply repeated the process, getting quite tired of fighting this thing. For some reason it had decided to draw out the fight, so, Ureaus threw his elbows down as the skeleton went to stab him and knocked its arms away. Then, while its arms were down, he would go to push it backwards. That would severely distance the two and, in a long range battle, the skeleton wouldn't stand a chance against his vitae.


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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:22 pm


The skeleton was quickly disarmed, I mean really disarmed as the elbow smacked its arms off from the sheer strength of the man it was fighting. AS soon as the man had pushed it off it was launched back towards the ground smacking the ground. It could not truly get it without its arms. Placing its head against the ground it would try to slow inch worm it self up right

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:25 pm


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The Knight wiped himself off and looked down at his hands. He had claw wounds all over them. He approached his spear and picked it up, and then turned his attention to the skeleton. It was crawling around like some little insect. Ureaus approached it and placed his spear on the ground before it. Then, placing its teeth on the spear tip, he grinned. "This'll be fun." The Ysaru stomped his foot on the skeleton's head, shattering its skull with the sheer force. He then retrieved his spear and off he went.

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:33 pm


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                                                          Apollo reached the peaks, his eyes dead set on completing his mission and obtaining the items in question that would probably increase his status as one badass mofo. Apollo only wanted to accomplish the goal and go home, but the journey to finish the mission was going to be a long and arduous one. Nothing he couldn't handle. Apollo was ready and simply letting himself go wouldn't be problem at this point since his targets were his enemies, not of his own kind, and not his allies within the city. He fixed his shoulders, cracked his knuckles, his neck, his back, and stretched. He wanted to be limber and ready when the monsters came, he wanted to collect his prizes. Apollo breathed in and breathed out, from that, he made his way into the Moonlight Peaks, going up would've been different, but he was sure that his targets would arrive within instead of on top.

                                                          Apollo entered the peaks and viewed the quiet calmness of the caverns, the absolute silence was music to his ears and evident as to how he could even hear the sounds of drops of water falling from stalactites. A few screeches of his fellow small winged brethren here and there but nothing out of the norm. He then heard an eerie sound, the sound of light chuckling along with the banging and clanging of bone meal, almost as if something was rising behind him. He turned around and noticed a skeletal figure taking forming and standing erect after being created, revealing a bright silver blade with a bone hilt swinging it around and spinning it like a true weapons master. Just as Apollo was sure that it wouldn't get worse, more of the bone-made soldiers rose up in unison, about 4 more to be exact. All he needed was their heads, nothing more, so he'd have to avoid doing hardened blows to the forehead lest he crack and break the skulls. He entered the stance of Wing Chun and kept his eyes on all of the skeleton warriors, not even noticing the extra set of eyes that were ready to pounce when need be.

                                                          Apollo watched as the first soldier approached, swinging downward with his silver blade, aiming to leave a deep gash in his chest. The first soldier showed no expression, none of the skeleton warriors did, they were simply skeletons, serving a purpose, fulfilling an order given to them by something...or someone. Apollo brought the back of his hand up and smacked the wrist that was holding the incoming blade, disarming the soldier and causing him to gain a sense of alarm from Apollo's combination. After he disarmed the skeleton warrior, Apollo aimed for the skeleton's chest and rushed forward with a straight elbow that led to a forwarded palm in the ribs. This caused the soldier to skid backwards and look down, noticing that his ribs were cracked, he had no left hand, and his chest was beginning to cave in. The soldier had little to no time to react as Apollo met him at his front doorstep with a rising knee to the chest, ensuring that the midsection of the skeletal system would become dust in mere minutes. The bone meal was weak. The soldier collapsed and his head only moved for a few seconds before the life seemed to be removed from him.

                                                          He only wished that he could bask in the glory of the first skeleton soldier's defeat, but what awaited him was a skeleton soldier that held two large knives instead of a simple silver sword, the blades seemed to have been made out of tungsten, an interesting yet strong metal on the mohs scale. The second soldier lunged forward with a thrust of two large butter knives that only seemed to annoy Apollo rather than cause him to hesitate. He jumped over the soldier and did a three hit strike down both of his arms mid-jump. The knives were the first to fall, and next, his arms. The soldier screeched and launched forward with his legs ready to adapt to the situation and try out some Tae Kwon Do. Apollo dodged and blocked to the best of his ability, attacking the pivotal point of the left ankle with a hardened knuckle and then struck deep into the right knee as he rolled underneath a high kick that the skeleton was performing. His legs were next to go and from that point, Apollo simply wailed on his midsection until he became dust in his mere hands. Another skull but no time to pick it up, the third was coming.

                                                          A humongous and fatal downward swing met with Apollo yet missed as he jumped and evaded just short from being cut down. The culprit: A claymore the size of Apollo and a rather big skeleton soldier holding it. Apollo only smirked and rushed in, beginning to strike at his midsection with hardened punches but all he ended up doing was making the huge monstrosity angry, causing him to roar and strike Apollo in the ribs with the hilt of his bony claymore. Apollo coughed a small amount of blood and was sent flying into a nearby wall, a few cracked ribs were insured and definitely a few bruises, but all in all, he was doing absolutely fine right now. Apollo was having the time of his dangerous life, but he also grew tired of this humongous brute that was trying to smash him like the Hulk. Apollo wasn't going to have it, he was going to cleave his head clean off. The skeleton brute brought down his humongous claymore on Apollo, yet the young vampire avoided the strike completely, ran along the huge blade, keeping his footing and remaining steady. With one swift kick to the head, Apollo literally decapitated the skeleton soldier with a hardened leg, that skull was cracked, but not destroyed. The rest of the skeleton body collapsed, making loud thuds as met with the hard cold ground.

                                                          An arrow dug into Apollo's left side, going deep yet not deep enough to damage anything vital, the culprit: an archer skeleton from afar, preparing another arrow to fire. The young vampire began rushing towards the skeleton with the intent to take his head, but then another arrow struck him in the right shoulder, stopping his movement for a short moment before he'd try again and charge for him with the intent to take him down. Apollo took to the air with an increased jump that had added force, the skeleton grew wearing and fired another arrow, only to notice that Apollo dodged in mid-air and went straight for the soldier. Apollo brought both of his knees up and brought them down upon the ranger's chest, causing him to fall back and screech. Apollo yelled too and sent a barrage of fists to shut the ranger up and then ripped the skull from his still active body. Four down, one more to go.

                                                          A magical shot was the next thing to hit him and it was FIRE of ALL things. The absolute worst. Magic was nothing but trouble in Apollo's eyes, it only tore apart families and destroyed lives. It was dangerous practice to toy with as it would probably end up scarring both the user and the target. The huge burn mark on his back was evident and brought forth smoke. Apollo glared at the final skeleton with eyes of pure disdain, he wanted to absolutely obliterate this bone meal menace, but, he still needed the skull to pass. The skeleton was preparing another magical skill, speaking in a silent and foreign tongue as Apollo rushed forward. Apollo drop kicked him before he could finish the spell and fire, this kick had added super strength to it, so it tore the soldier open and caused his head to roll onwards for what seemed to be like forever. The spell in the skeleton's hand faded and his body turned to dust, all except for his head which was still rolling, rolling right to Apollo's heels. That was five, but it wasn't the only task that he had for his entire mission.


                                                          "One who knows nothing can understand nothing..."


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                                                          Shadows crept out from the darkness, growling and snarling as their fangs were bared and drool was oozing from their muzzles. They were the C.H.A.R.L.I.E.s, they were his NEXT targets. It also looked like it was pack too, complete with three of them to take down. Their piercing red eyes glowing with a bright hue through the shadows of the deep caverns of the moonlight peaks. They were hungry, the lusted for Apollo's flesh, his blood, his brain, they wanted it all. But they wouldn't have it. The low bellow of a growl turned into the loud screech of a roar as they all charged in to overpower Apollo.

                                                          Apollo jumped at the right time and allow for them to collide into each other and yelp in pain, it was simple yet easy trick but it didn't stop their onslaught. One of the C.H.A.R.L.I.Es rushed in after that, having to regain his composure prior to this mind you, and leaped straight Apollo's throat, ready to bite and take his trachea out, foolish mistake. Apollo brought his fist up and uppercut the weak monster in the chin, doing a clear blatant ripoff of the shoryuken which also sent the anomaly back with a high pitched screech before it fell into unconsciousness. Apollo brought his leg down on its head to kill it, but he couldn't skin it yet for its pelt, he needed to take care of the other two.

                                                          The next beast rushed in and spun like a drill, trying to pierce and go straight through Apollo's midsection, only to fail when the young vampire evades with a side jump and watches as the monster slams against the wall...hard. Apollo smirks, thinking of himself as an a** kicking genius, but it wasn't over yet. The beast rose up and turned, absolutely livid, he jumped high overhead and attempted to land on Apollo's back and oddly enough, he succeeded. The burn mark from the magical skeleton user was still evident and the beast's biting down on it didn't make it any better than it already was. Apollo brought a hard and fierce elbow to its midsection and caused it to LITERALLY cough out its own lung with some added blue-ish blood for effect. It was real though and Apollo was enjoying every minute of its pain.

                                                          The final beast went for Apollo's legs and leaped forward, biting into his left leg and pulling away to tear off some flesh and tear into the muscle, making that limb almost useless. The beast then moved to take his left arm out too, but the tendons and flesh began to repair, he needed time, time which he didn't exactly have. The arm was the next to go yet repaired after his leg did, the pain still came and the regeneration wasn't as comfortable as the storybooks made it out to be, ligaments and tendons are being repaired by the body itself...its hard and painful as hell. Apollo watched as the beast aimed for his other arm but it was also around the time that he had enough, he grabbed the beast's throat and crushed it with super strength, having a cold glare be reflected in his eyes. He dropped the body and pulled out a knfie.

                                                          With a jaunty whistling tune to pass the time, Apollo collected the skulls of the skeleton soldiers and also the pelts of the C.H.A.R.L.I.Es, his mission was complete and from there, he made his way back to the city to not only recuperate, but also to turn in the mission items to Velox, the huge meany face.

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 9:15 am


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"I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the King of Nocturne."


“And I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know.”

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Here he was. Moonlight Peak. Never in a thousand years did he ever think he'd climb this mountain. The vampire had no need to. But since he could no longer simply refer to himself as a Vampire, the situation had obviously changed. Alistair was now here to obtain his full transformation. To transform into a wild beast, one that he had always come to mock. "Now I'm the beast..." After saying those words, he began to scale the mountain.

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Alistair could hear the beasts on the mountain, and had no intention of alerting them whatsoever. The man was an expert at remaining hidden from even the most sensitive of enemies. He easily melded in and out of the shadows in the crevices of the mountain. Because of this, he was able to find a shortcut through the mountain pass and still hide from the creatures surrounding him.

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It seemed as if he was being smiled upon by a force unknown today, because he kept finding safe passage way through this deadly mountain. What was even more, he kept finding shortcuts through the mountain pass. s**t is cray.

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His luck had finally ended when the shortcut he found came to an end. Instead, he simply continued to claw up the mountain. His claws easily tore into the mountain side and his strength made it possible for him to easily lift himself up.

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"I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the King of Nocturne."


“And I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know.”

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It was truly a sign that his luck had come to an end when he heard a growl come from above. Instinctually, he froze. He assumed the Three headed hound would pass if Alistair didn't move, but he was wrong. The cerberus had smelled him out. To avoid being caught on the ledge, without defense, he quickly lifted himself up to the ledge to face the beast in front of him. As his heart raced, something came over him. His eyeball suddenly blackened, while his pupils lit up a bright cyan color. Alric took over once the bloodlust took charge. As the beast charged, Alric merely sidestepped and drew his kodachi and after charging the blade with immense fire, he slashed down on the three heads simultaneously, cutting them all off at once and allowing the carcass to fall several feet down.

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Normally, his alter ego would have subsided, but Alric had complete control over Alistair now. As opposed to Alistair, the man was not simply aggressive. He was calculating, though still showed aggressive natures. It was everything that Alistair hated, and admittedly most of what Velox stood for. His piece of energy had latched onto Alistair, changing him in more ways than one.

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After coming such a long way on the cold mountain, Alric found a small hut. Mysteriously, it was empty, yet a fire was lit inside. He decided that this place would be as good as any to stop and rest at. He hadn't had much time to truly think about the event that transpired around his life, but now he had the chance to do so. While he pretended to hate being a hybrid, he often reveled in indulging upon the beastly nature that over took him. Alric was living proof of that. Alistair was finally resting, no longer having to constantly remain vigilant. No, Alric would take care of that. After a few minutes, he left the hut and continued on his way through the mountain pass.

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Suddenly, the man heard a rumble. Looking up the mountain, he saw several mid sized boulders descending down the mountain. He easily took the initiative and simply ran back from where he came from, deciding to take a longer route.

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Once again, he heard a growl, though this one was slightly different. It belonged to another canine, but a different species. A demon hound. Once it saw Alric, it charged at him. Once again surrounding his sword in flames, he plunged it deep into the mouth of the demon hound, effectively killing it. He wasted no time drawing the blade out of the hound's mouth and continuing on with his journey.

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The peak was just a stone's throw away. He saw an easy access and took it, all he needed to do was climb. Climb until his hand became sore. That was what he did. He continued to dig his claws into the mountain side, coming closer and closer to the peak of the mountain. It was then that he finally arrived and his blackened eyes became fixed on the moon.

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Alistair's eyes seemed to return back to their normal state upon being showered with the moon's light. He fell to his knees, unable to remove his gaze from the circular object in the sky. When he thought of the moon, he always thought of it as a means for him to survive. This nation was the only nation that accepted his kind because of the curse that plagued this land so long ago. But this light was something entirely different. It seemed as if knowledge was pouring into his mind. The moon wasn't just an object. It was home to many creatures, including himself. "Home." He whispered.

[Full Transformation, Completed]

Since Hiro was lazy, he decided to not explain how Alistair exited, but he did. lol smiley face.

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The berserker neared the base of moonlight peak in a remarkably short amount of time. hmm... that's odd. I guess the base of this big a** mountain was closer than I had originally thought. Whatever. He thought to himself in a disinterested fashion. He had also figured that finding a band of roaming skeletal warriors would be rather hard to do at the base of the skyscraping mountain, but as his intelligent vermillion red eyes scanned the area, he found that he was wrong. a few hundred feet away from him, a horde of six menacing looking skeletal warriors was marauding across the snowy white landscape. Greed smiled wickedly as he decided to get the undead horde's attention. "Hey ya ******** bag of bones! Come on this way. I'm trying to do this quickly!" He shouted, his voice echoing off of the mountain as he completed his taunt. The sound of his voice alone attracted the skeletal group's attention. They did not pay much heed to his choice of words. Within seconds the entire group of mercenary like warriors were charging at him. Instantly, Greed took a fighting stance and punched five quick times in succession. Immediately after each jab, a dark purple ball of his ki shot forward at an impressive rate. Out of the three punches, One skeleton had a punch that cracked his spine instantly. He fell to the floor, immobile for good. Another skeletal warrior was struck in the sternum, not injured to the point of death, but knocked on his a**. the third and fourth warriors both had their skulls knocked clean off of their shoulders, and were now idiotically searching the ground for them, as if from some sort of cartoon. The fifth skeleton managed to dodge his attack by a hairsbreadth, and the fifth and sixth skeleton continued to barrel towards him, running as fast as they could. Greed took on a boxer's stance, ready to confront the two skeletons.
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As the skeletal warriors neared greed, the black haired diobolus laughed as he felt the rush of his adrenaline kick in. bouncing lightly on his feet, the first skeleton that neared him swung a sword at him. All the demon did was raise his arm, giving the creature a devious smile as the skeleton's hand and a half b*****d sword collided with his arm, a metallic clanging noise resounding through the area as skin met steel. The skeleton's creepy smiling skull cocked sideways, as if it was wondering why the blade had not separated his greed from his obsidian black claw tipped forearm. If the skeleton was indeed capable of thinking that deeply, it was more than likely the last thing he ever thought, because a moment later Greed's tail flew forward at a speed far faster than the skeleton could react. The sharp pointed tail thrust itself through the forehead of the skeleton, punching clean through it's cranium on one side and smashing through the other. Greed pulled his tail out of the scum, readying himself as the second warrior began attacking him.
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As the other skeleton who had avoided damage greeted him with a wicked slash of a greatsword imbued with energy, Greed sidestepped quickly to the right, utilizing a boxing maneuver he had recently learned. The skeleton's sword managed to lodge itself deeply into the snow, and the skeleton pulled and tugged frantically, attempting to remove his sword from the ground. The berserker smiled wickedly before he accessed his energy pool once more. Sending demonic energy into his obsidian black claws and feeling them gain in length. After they were a good foot in length, He slashed his newly grown and strengthened claws viciously at the skeleton's cranium. He felt the satisfactory sensation of his claws ripping straight through the skeleton's skull. kicking the remains of the recently departed warrior to the ground, Greed turned his excited vermillion red eyes to meet his next challengers; a skeleton with a kite shield and a broadsword, and a skeleton wielding a nasty flanged mace.
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Swiftly ducking under a deceptively quick strike from the skeleton with the sword and shield, he smashed his towards the things face, which was blocked by a steel shield. He responded by jumping in the air and throwing a kick at the skeleton with the vicious mace, which was met by a surprisingly sturdy block with the weapon. Before the resounded clang's echo across the landscape had even finished however, he had entered a frenzy of slashes at the thing's mace. After a few good contacts, each attack aided by his demonic energy naturally coming from his body and augmenting his attacks. within moments he had managed to slash straight through the warrior's mace before jumping upwards and grabbing the warrior's cranium. As he did this, he brought his knee up, smashing the skull on contact. there was a large hole in the forehead, the poor creature's eye sockets not even discernable anymore. As he did so, he felt the slam of a shield against the side of his face. The attack made greed falter slightly, but did no real damage to the diobolus. he roared angrily, as if he was angered that the creature even dared to provide a challenge to him. He spun in a powerful 360 before slamming his leg against the shield, leaving a large but shallow dent in it. He then sent his tail flying at the skeleton's face, which was met by the shield as well. "I've had enough of your ******** shield you bony little b***h!" He shouted before gripping the rim of the shield. after a moment of wrestling with the skeleton, Greed heard a satisfying crack! As he succeeded in removing the skeleton's entire shield arm from it's body. Losing it's balance, the skeleton stumbled backwards. As it did so, greed lunged forward, his knees coming up high and landing upon the skeleton's shoulders which dove it into the ground. He then began a fury of slashes at the thing's skull. After the first slash or two it was dead, but Greed was simply pissed at the thing for actually managing to making him falter.
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