The right knight had been taken down with ease, exploding before he got close, the left hand, however, used the air to block the shot as he continued. He was soon close, if she didn't dodge, she'd have her left arm stabbed through. The leader was currently charging up a small skill of his own since he lost an ally.
Skill Used: Reinforcements Rank: S The Leader of this skill will charge for a single post, gathering energy into their armor. If allowed to charge fully, the user's armor will shine brilliantly, summoning two One-Armed Lance Nephilim to fight at his side.
Twin Dash Rank: C One armed Knights of the Heaven use this skill with their allies, dashing forward with a spear in hand, the dash creating a vortex like air around them. This is very fast travelling and can hit someone 7 speed or below.
Zess released a chuckle from as she continued sliding back from the power of her shotgun. The leader of these knights seemed to be doing something now. She quickly dashed towards him, avoiding the knight that was attacking her, moving her dreadnought barrel behind her, as she shot it in order to boost herself even faster towards the lead knight. Her semi-amorphous ring turned into a large blade, that looked highly decayed, but was clearly sharp. Holding it only in one hand as she would swing it the moment she reached the range of the blade in comparison to the lead knight. With full intention of cleaving through the armor of the knight, as well as cutting into the knight's flesh. Even if the blade only got the knight a little bit, the smallest cut would cause the curse of the blade to activate, essentially causing the lead knight's body to painfully eat away at itself as well as continuously regenerate as to cause intense high amounts of pain.
• Terror Shot C Requires to use: Terror Ammo This is a unique ability of the Dreadnoughts. The second of two abilities that defy the normal Carapace hardening rules. When this is used, the weapon always remains for ten posts, unless struck by a C rank or above technique. The Dreadnought creates a replica of a normal weapon, be it revolver, rifle, or even crossbow. One hand serves as the basis of the weapon. (Revolvers, the used hand is the grip, rifle the hand is the stock and the second hand must be used to steady the barrel, crossbow is similar to pistol but requires a second hand to steady the barrel as well, and bow the hand used for this technique is the center of the bowspan. Second hand pulls back from this, mimicking the normal usage of a bow to shoot Terror Ammo. [ShotGun]
Decadesia [ B | Passive ] When Zess uses the ring's ability to morph it into a greatsword as opposed to a normal greatsword, the greatsword will take on this form. The greatsword in terms of size is about six feet in length, and two feet wide with the exception of the gaps in the blade, the blade is made up of silver. The blade was cursed by it's previous owner, to eat away at itself constantly, while at the same time regenerating. The new owners figured out soon that the blade's curse was transferable through cutting. As such when someone is cut by this blade, their body will begin to eat away at itself and repair itself simultaneously causing intense amounts of pain over and over. The curse only lasts 2 posts.
The center knight was quickly carved into, the armor not that impressive as he seemed to only be a grunt pack leader. The moment she carved in, the blade was going straight through him, almost hitting his heart. The one-armed lancer she had dodged appeared beside her and attempted to stab at her head.
Zess, while she was half way through slicing the leader's body would quickly move the sword. However due to the sword essentially being stuck inside the knight's body, she was moving the knight with the blade. Essentnially using her full strength to move the blade as well as the knight that was stuck on the blade at the moment, and slam the knight on the blade into the one armed knight that had went to attack her. She was slightly late however, as the spear of the knight had somewhat gotten her with just the tip just before she swung the lead knight into the attacking knight.
Decadesia [ B | Passive ] When Zess uses the ring's ability to morph it into a greatsword as opposed to a normal greatsword, the greatsword will take on this form. The greatsword in terms of size is about six feet in length, and two feet wide with the exception of the gaps in the blade, the blade is made up of silver. The blade was cursed by it's previous owner, to eat away at itself constantly, while at the same time regenerating. The new owners figured out soon that the blade's curse was transferable through cutting. As such when someone is cut by this blade, their body will begin to eat away at itself and repair itself simultaneously causing intense amounts of pain over and over. The curse only lasts 2 posts.
The Knights crashed into eachother as the lance's tip slashed along her cheek before the being was re-directed away. It sent the lancer away while the lead knight had already perished from the destructive virus.
Zess finally having beaten the Nephilim Squad looked towards the one impaled on her blade. Removing the blade from his body and then looking at the other one that had been on the ground under him. Turning to see the one that had it's face blown off, she frowned. "That one is a ruined meal..." She said as she would move over one of the lances that the one winged angel had left. This would act as a great weapon to use, as she held it in her hand, getting a feel of how to use it. She's used lances before so it would more than likely not be much different. Figuring out a way to mount the weapon on her back she nodded, as she would also take the helmet of the Nephilim leader, placing it on her head, although not covering her face with it, she would soon enough, start a fire, and begin to dismantle the Nephilim. Preparing to cook them as she wanted to know what Nephilim tasted like. She had also decided to leave at least one part of one of them raw, to see what a raw nephilim tasted like as well.
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Aight, is it just some normal lance with holy power or whut?
After her meal, Zess would stand up. Sighing as she would begin to make her way away from the mountain. She had no intention of climbing it, honestly she didn't know what she was here for in the first place...
They'd been given word that some dangerous, magic wielding wolves were beginning to migrate from their frozen territory. At first Bob looked at the bounty dealer with a look of disgust telling the very old and frail lady that he wasn't a god damn exterminator. He was a MONSTER hunter. Shaking the lady told him and Felix that the wolves were not ordinary and they possessed special powers of ice magic and were extremely dangerous. The heads of an entire pack would give the two a very pretty reward. Now the three hunters were trekking their way through the snowy mountain. Jeff was camouflaged to fit the surroundings and couldn't be seen by the unobservant eye. It wasn't as perfect as Felix's invisibility, but then again what was. The cat man never taught Bob anything that was cool.
Now, hunting animals wasn't very difficult. They weren't like humans trying to hide their tracks. No, they just went about their business without caring who or what might be trying to find them. They only care about surviving when the moment to survive actually comes. And that was all fine and dandy, because the trail was usually long and from time to time the creature being hunted would not have obvious routes and take longer to be found. In the current situation the three found themselves they had nothing to track. The snow covered up any trace of something to lead them. This ******** blows Bob announced breaking the silence. I'm cold and I want a hot chocolate He said in his very thick layer of clothing. About five jackets layered stacked on each other. Making him look extremely ridiculous. My name is Jeff! Jeff announced coming from behind the two. His heavy claws leaving deep ghost imprints in the snow. If you make a ******** fire it'll just alert everything that wants to kill us around these parts that we're here!
Another day, another hunt, the last hunt had been very successful despite the nuisance of the girl and her dragon, Felix was glad that they wanted no part of the bounty from the Emerald Kings, still holding on to the head of the creature, it was not like he was a ******** savage or anything he was simply keeping it so he could turn everything in to the Hunter's guild where him and Bob were gonna get paid, gold was something that Felix needed unlike his partner that could eat anything, Felix has a more refined taste, maybe because of how his heightened cat senses works or just that he actually cared for what he put in his mouth.
Felix, Bob and the Dragon named Jeff, found themselves in the snowy foots of a mountain hunting for wolves, not just one but a whole pack of them which was normal, the creatures were stronger in numbers, the snow was not really helping them very since it covered most of the track the creatures made but not all of them, there were hair in branches, blood trails and left over dead animals, it was cold and hard to see because of the falling snow, not the worse weather they had met while hunting but not the best either. "Will you two ladies stop you yapping? We we be upon our targets by tomorrow, we will need to make camp." A fire would seem like a bad idea but it was not, most creatures in the icy regions feared it meaning they would be safe and the wolves were not close enough to be alarmed by it, they still had meat left from the small hunts they made while searching for the pack. "That should be a fine place." Felix would say pointing to two rocks that made a tent shape, it was safe from the snow and was a easy place for the to defend themselves in case they needed it.
Energy 900 Stats 6/9 (+2 Transformation) EquipmentPretty Kitty Passives
• Transform Passive As the passive actually says, the Kiranu can choose a single feline creature to transform into. Depending on its type it will grant the Kiranu one of two bonuses. A larger, heavier, and muscular feline will have a +2 to Strength (ie. lions, tigers, etc) and a smaller, more agile feline will have a +2 to speed.
Bob didn't even look at Felix with his insane assumption that the three or better put two could survive sleeping in that freezing hell or better put BOB, because Felix had fur and animal heating or something or better yet he didn't even look at felix, because of the several layers of jackets constricting his movement greatly. "Hey, we're not all cat people or dragons ok? Some of us have body heat they need to manage correctly. I'd RATHER NOT DIE IN MY- OOF!" A large boulder of ice slammed into the boy from the right side. Who it came from wouldn't be discernable. The snow was making anything too far out completely white. The wolves they were after were also said to completely blend in with their snowy home.
Opening his eyes all Bob could see were two big eyes and a large mouth sending wave after wave of foul smelling breathe. Oh my God. Someone please kill me now. He mumbled trying to move. The jacket wouldn't let him move his arms or neck really. Hey...Jeff...Little help here man. Now. Bob knew how much of a... Brute, Jeff was when doing things so he asked him very slowly. Immediately the creature lifted it's right claws with so much force, Bob could feel the air being pulled back from his face already. MY NAME IS JEFF! Immediately, Bob began to swarm for his life as three wolves jumped from seemingly nowhere on top of the dragon. He roared before taking off and disappearing in the distance.
OH MY GOD I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ARE SO...I DON'T EVEN! Looking over at Felix, Jeff smiled awkwardly. Heeeeeeeeeeeey, buddy. So uh yeah. How 'bout you lend your old pal here a haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand WHAT THE ********> Another pack of wolves attacked Bob, but he was so fluffy that the four grabbed his arms and legs and began to drag him away swiftly through the snow.
As the attack begun Felix would reach for his knife, he had great sight because of his feline traits but he still could barely see the wolves with all the snow around but they were sure here since they were mauling away at Bob's 7 layers of jacket, it was a funny sight to behold but one that had to soon end, as the Dragon picked his own fight and Bob asked for Felix's help as he was dragged away in the snow, Felix would soon jump into one of the wolves dragging Bob away and soon pick himself up and jumped into another one, that should have been enough for Bob to pick himself up and fight back since there was now nothing attacking his arms, Felix would look at Bob. "They probably went for you since you look the most menacing with all those layers on." Felix was obviously joking, making himself ready he would look at his target and the wolf would also look at him, it was like destiny made them meet in the battlefield, the wolf would jump towards Felix, the feline would reply by doing the same thing, as both clashed in mid air there would be an explosion of snow from both of the bodies as they both fell to the ground only Felix was to get up, his knife leaving droplets of crimson blood in the white snow, "COME ON!!!" Felix would roar towards the other wolves.
Energy 900 Stats 6/9 (+2 Transformation) EquipmentPretty Kitty Passives
• Transform Passive As the passive actually says, the Kiranu can choose a single feline creature to transform into. Depending on its type it will grant the Kiranu one of two bonuses. A larger, heavier, and muscular feline will have a +2 to Strength (ie. lions, tigers, etc) and a smaller, more agile feline will have a +2 to speed.
The wolves had gone to work on his jackets so now the boy could move his arms around just enough to try and free himself. s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t He cursed as he tried to take off all the jackets. There were so many, but he was absolutely could not stand the cold. Almost to the last one he could hear a growl coming from behind. Felix said something about his jackets, but everything went silent. All Bob could hear was his breathing and the wolves'. Bob didn't have his spear on him, because the narrator is an idiot and forgot to add that into the original post. All he had were his fists and jaw. The wolf blasted several shards of ice at Bob who used his flexible body to quickly evade them and turn around to face the magic wolf. Somewhere in the great white an explosion could be heard. Either it was Jeff or Felix. He couldn't tell. Wait...There were four of you little ********> Another ice boulder to the face.
It was one thing to piss off Bob. It was a completely different situation to make him go insane. He could taste his blood running down from his forehead. Disgusting just like him. He could see blurry wolves approaching him and all he did was laugh. What...Do we do...With the drunken whaler?.. He sang as magic ice began to gather at the mouths of the two wolves. COME ONE!!! He shouted as the two shot their jagged shards at him. Then the explosion happened. Sheer pressure blasted the shards and wolves back about 15 yards. A golden red aura surrounded Bob. The aura slowly took the form of long horns on his forehead. The wolves were just about to get back up when the boy was on them with immense speed and rage. His jaw widened completely biting off the head of the first wolf. Bob wouldn't need to eat them completely. His dragon form was good enough. The other wolf tried to escape from the slaughter, but got tackled by Bob who mercilessly pounded it's face until it became just a bloody stub. He'd then stick his hand into it's stomach to rip out intestines and shower himself in them. HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA!!!! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD GAAHAHAH!! Then a large foot found it's target sending Bob flying away. The people that gave them the bounty did say Ice Giants roamed the area.
Righteous turns of events, a Djinn finds his way outside of the devil's den. A cesspool of sin that only lingers indefinitely within the atmosphere and beyond the stratosphere. Even now, he could still feel this endangered purity, this chastity that the land was slowing being robbed of. Benevolence hardly lingered within this mess of a place. Corruption brews at its core, that city was the beacon of a demon's hope. Ones that only chose to make this world's environment go from serene, to hellish requiem. Rhapsody lost in a land of undone notions, a weary traveler makes his stakes here.
ʟᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: [5] | Climb to Divinity
[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
Mountainous, standing tall with jagged edges, ridged cliffs that only meant the end with one false motion. Hell welcomed, beckoning below in the icy tundra of spikes to show you all is for utter naught. This is where he aims to pridefully scale, a mountain sought to conquer and devour if possible. Hands clutch the snowy due pasted ridges, capturing hold of the hash spiked edges and monuments that formed there after. Bellows begin, he sees it just above him with icy dews melting into oblivion. Breaths exhaled, but force strikes back immediately by sheer reflex alone. Skull cracked, completely.
ʟᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: [5] | Climb to Divinity
[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
Fall, into the bottomless abyss. Construction forged quickly to capture its presence and cling it like adhesive to his back. A cool blank stare remains, having collected a new means of warmth; he shall lavish the luxuries bestowed upon him this day. Warmth is felt along the ends of his back, he finds footing and quickly captures his stance among flat rocks and stones. Refuge is found and taken advantage of, measly shack resting upon these parts out of nowhere? Chances were slim, never does he trust them however. Nevertheless, he scrutinize and acts meticulous with his soul upon resting in it.
ʟᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: [5] | Climb to Divinity
[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
