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'Yeeaahh!" Zalmor exclaimed as the light enforced arrow hit him and exploded sending him through a house. "That blasted elf! Lets see if you can survive this!" He said as he summoned a creature with fangs and claws to attack the elf.

'Yeah I hit him!' Treylon exclaimed in his head but then returned to serious face as a shadow like creature came running up to him. He roundhouse kicked the creature then evaporated him with an explosion of light from his hand.

((Lol, your bad guy seems to be having trouble. I'll post tomorrow, though. D=))

((Oh, ha ha ha, lol. My world's kinda mostly fantasy, but also has real world stuff in it. Such as some towns will have electricity, and others will have lamps. 3nodding ))

Aetas sighed again and stepped back from the immediate battle. Mainly because of the appearance of Fenrir. Slowly, she began to feel the slightest bit weakened, even with her power. Did the one behind it gain new powers? The smell of cinnamon wafted strongly off of her staff, but she reached backward for her yew bow instead, pulling a slim arrow from her quiver and aiming carefully. The first shaft went clear through a demon's eye, killing it instantly with an audible squelch.

"Monsters like me, eh?" Fenrir feigned a hurt expression, grunting a small bit when he was able to dislodge the metal bit. He examined it quickly before throwing it away as if it was burning his skin. Well, mayhaps your petty games can actually lead to something...
"Menschenwolf! Zhat's what you are!" Adalwulf shouted, re-holstering his pistol and pulling out a small knife, made from the same metal of his bullets. He swung out, slicing his enemy's shoulder. The next swipe was halted by a screech of metal-on-metal as it met a shining kris. He tried an overhead pass but was parried, and sparks were thrown up, temporarily blinding him.

((Nah, nah, you're good! Learn with practice, and looking at other people. *nods*))

((awesome weapon there Tyler.))

Zalmor was getting frustrated with the elf. So he decided to end it quickly as he summoned a dark bow and arrow ,and shot the arrow at the annoying elf. He then summoned a wicked looking sword and sped towards the elf.

Treylon turned around to see where that demon was when a arrow went through his shoulder. Recoiling back and wincing at the pain he saw the demon speeding towards him. He broke the tail end of the arrow that was in his shoulder then realized that it was made by the same magic that he sensed when his village was destroyed, and his parents were killed. Treylon dodged the sword attack then built up a ball of light in his right hand, and punched the demon with it. The attack sent the demon through another house which gave him the time to heal the wound he received from the arrow.

((Alrighty, then. I'll implement a convenient plot device and get my villain out of the way for the time being, then we can duke it out!)) The fierce-looking weapon wrapped around Reis's right arm, and a surge of electrical energy leaped down its length, giving Tumma quite a shock as Reis expended the last of his stored power. While she was momentarily stunned, Reis carefully uncoiled the links of the wicked-looking chain, wincing and punctuating the metallic rattling with an occasional "ow." His fingertips were in ribbons, but he was otherwise unharmed. Tumma regained her balance then, and lunged forward, the bladed whip flashing in the fiery glow of the town. An edge inched Reis' way, guided by its mistress' skillful hand, and he wrapped his hand around the otherworldly zweihänder strapped to his back. It was known only by the name, "Chimera Blade," and Reis didn't much like having to use it, but he had no choice. He did not unsheath it; he merely dragged the handle over his shoulder, rotating the strap, and deflected the devilish weapon's blade with the handguard of the mighty sword. Tumma gave a shriek and lunged for him, trying to take advantage of the opening she'd made. She lashed out with a clawed hand, attempting once more to tear out his heart. But Der Reisende was too fast for the evil woman. He jumped back several meters, and held the sword out, the tip of it pointing to Tumma's outstretched hand. She did not waver; believing she could break the blade, she let her momentum carry her right to him. As her hand came in contact with the Chimera Blade, she let out an earsplitting sound that was somewhere between a gasp of shock and a scream of rage and fear.
((Okay somebody else post now. I'm not out of ideas yet, but I don't want to write too much before everyone else gets to. ))

Reis felt a smug smile cross his face as he saw exactly what it was that made Tumma Nainan scream so. The black, ashen talon that had reached for the tip of the blade was gone. In its place, gripping the Chimera Blade, was a very human hand...with pale pink flesh, and prominent veins in its wrists, pumping blood to and from the heart that was clearly still there. This demon woman was no demon at all, under the surface.
"Your sword! What damnable metal is this?!" she screeched.
"Lauterite, of course. The very same metal as that intriguing weapon of yours," he replied in amusement. Her faintly glowing eyes narrowed.
"Then why...why this?!" she hissed, gesturing with the human arm.
"On the world of the shamans who fashioned this blade, an enchantment was laid into the metal as it was forged. It strips away demonic power. Demons are a universal bunch...you're all the same, no matter what world you're on. But the blade is unable to pierce the flesh of the innocent...." A sudden realization dawned on him. "What happened to you to make you this way?" The pity in his face turned into urgent pleading. "It's not too late for you! You can stop this!" With that, Reis planted the blade into the earth beneath him. Tumma hesitated for the faintest instant...and gave a growl of frustration, wrapping her cloak around her body, and keeping the soft human flesh of her temporarily-stripped left arm covered. Then she melted into the shadows, to brood and to restore her power in a darker realm. A single black droplet could be seen falling from the air, where she had been standing. Reis dived for it, looking like a buffoon, but catching the tiny amount of fluid on the index fingertip of his left hand, wrapped in a cutoff clove. He realized that it was not blood, sweat, or some unholy secretion of demon-kind. It was a tear.

((Darn, I just remembered that Az said she was going camping for the week, or so...))