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It was luck that the noble knight fell in such a fashion, rolling away skillfully even with slashes in the mix to keep this creature at bay. Sadly it wasn't destined to go that way, for this creature quickly aquired itself a weapon, a ranged one at that. With a grip full of hair and heel planted against the shoulder, a twist tore the head from the corpse. It had a large, vicious bitemark there, like some wild animal had torn into it. Now there was only a shredded stump and remnants of bone, decapitation most foul.

The creature advanced quickly, wary of the silver that slashed toward its form. Despite the previous pose it now walked tall and straight, a noble nature draping about the thing much like the death it sought to wield. The battlefield had provided the arsenal, the meal, the pleasure, and now all there was to do was descend from the darkness to consume the valiant. Leather straps hanging from the arms during the advance, slackjawed head being casually tossed from hand to hand even as this creature regarded his foe with a playful grin. Teeth stained thick with blood, the forms of the pearly whites there were hidden by bits of flesh.

Pulling back his right arm he waited for the moment the knight was to rise, and then loosed the head in a precise throw as he did. It wasn't meant to hit the head or pin the sword once more, but rather aimed at the arm that had suffered the knock. The head was a clumsy target to hit in the air, much less to cleanly slice without leaving an opening. The creature kept its distance though, some few feet from his foe, likely at least five.

There it stood surrounded by munitions in the form of the dead, and of the items left by them for the living.

Seeing that the knight had decided to scoop up a shield, the creature merely twitched. Clasps upon its side held fast, buckles sealed in place by caked blood and gore. It was annoying that mobility was hampered so by the bodysuit, much less that the creature was unable of pulling himself free of it. Seeing the knight dash forwards from his position, the creature hardly had time to leap backwards. Streaks of white slashed against the pale skin as the thing rapidly moved away, leaving only small footprints in the bloody mud. Though when the creature had jumped back its arms had been extended, the knights slash reaching this creatures hand.

With a wail of agony the blade cleanly cut through the flesh and leather severing the digits there. Not the entire hand, no, the creature had been lucky and had merely lost three fingers. That hand now was equipped only with a thumb and pointer-finger now, the other three stumps squirting blood from their leather bindings as the creature recoiled further.

Snarling, it seemed relatively unphased by the injury despite its rather vocal disagreement. Why the creature had yet to pick a weapon from the countless strewn about reamained a mystery, though the thing did reach down to grasp a severed leg with its still good hand. This hand wrapped tightly around the ankle, the fingers sliding under the protective plate that had once guarded the shin. Now it provided the flesh-club with a perfect flat plate of metal, the busted kneecap having twisted the metal there into a ghoulish point.

Enraged, the creature met the holy challenge. The soles of the shoes were suckled by the mud as the thing dashed forwards, splattering blood and gore beneath it like a kid in a puddle on a rainy day. Lips pulled back into a sneer, the eyes locked onto the gleaming blade of silver with only hatred. The charge wasn't a very intelligent tactic, but this beast wasn't acting on all its pegs, well, all the gears weren't turning that is.

And so the leg was lifted high overhead, left arm raising before the creature defensively. The right held the leg like a large club, bringing the thing down and overhead with a heavy, but controlled swing. It was likely this knight would defend with the shield and lash out with the sword, and to this end the creature employed what remnants of wit it retained.

The cruel hook of twisted metal that was the armored leg was to hit the shield, hopefully latching it and drawing it downwards. Meanwhile the left arm of the creature would try and control the blade, keeping it from assaulting the head and rather trying to divert it into a much less lethal blow, such as into the things torso. If successful the creature would in the end find itself impaled on the silver blade, suffering unimaginable agony even as it's mouth opened, the soft lips like a velvet curtain pulling away to reveal an iron shop of horrors.

It would lunge no matter what the case, and if it had to, try and gnaw its way through the leather and steel of the armors gorget.

Gasping loudly, eyes rolled backwards into the head of the thing as it clenched the knight's form. The blade had skewered the creature, driving through its middle and straight into the spine. There was a large break in the leather straps that bound the thing, causing some to fall away from the chest and dangle loosely by their buckles and clasps. The weight of the creature was not much, but certainly enough to cause it to slump down to it's knees, head hanging back to let the unwatching eyes look to the sky.

Without sufficient weight tod raw the creature off the blade on which it was firmly stuck, it simply stood there on its knees before the knight. The leg had slipped free of its grip and splashed into the muck, the hands of this creature clutching the knights arms. It stood there statue-still, knees digging into the mud.

The cascade of white hair draped about it most prettily, and for that one, drawn moment, it seemed that a painter had made their masterpiece.

The paladin would find little resistance in the clutches of the creature, save that of a death-grip. Free of that the monster simply slumped forwards, the single good right hand splaying its fingers out wide into the mud. Hand spread the body remained still, leaning over onto the three limbs, head dropping to hang there lifelessly. The blade was still deep in the creature, and could be seen jutting from the things back.

There it remained, leather straps raining down towards the mud, hair slashing bloodied white against glistening black and silver. Strands of it dangled down into the mud and gore, the creature ominously holding its pose. The left hand spasmed gently, shaking slightly as the remaining pointer and thumb digits curled and uncurled.

It moved then, slowly, as to not make a sound. Though the creature was stealthy it was also in a horrible position, and thus the bodysuit creaked slightly with the sound of leather on leather as the digits grasped the hilt of the blade. Wrapping around where the base of the blade met the pommel, the two digits served merely as hooks to keep the blade in hand as the arm pushed downwards. This action slowly slid the blade downwards from the creature, the curve allowing for the thing to be pulled out almost entirely before splashing into a puddle, still a good bit of blade in the chest of the creature.

((Since Hes is gone and her avy under new ownership shall we continue girls? *Note to anyone confused: Girls only RP*))

*Nana would be the first to bring up the question all knew was inevitable at some point. Luckily no one had to be specific*

>.>

So--
How many of you girls are married here?

Erudemasa landed gracefully on his feet in a completely new environment. The world was blank, in a word. The ground was white, the sky was the shade of grey it was when rain would come soon, but had not yet arrived. Two chairs of rose quartz stood in the middle of a perfectly circular island. Around this island was a lake of black liquid similar to the puddle that Erudemasa had used to teleport here. A small plastic table with a tea kettle and cups already set upon it sat between the two seats.

As Erudemasa landed, he lowered the spear that carried the soul of Old D to be held loosely and easily in his hand. It no longer gave the appearance that it was too big for him. Whether it had shifted or had always been that way was up for debate. He turned to his guest and, with a bow, said, "Welcome, Sundel, to one of my common hangouts. I hoped we could get a chance to speak here and not be bothered by the others."

*As Sundel landed in the world, she didn't even bother looking around. She had a goal in mind and would not be distracted from it.*

-_o Cut to the chase, traitor. You've got something I want, and as I'm sure you've seen in at least one of your futures, I won't be leaving until I have it.