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::As soon as the spew touched the building it immediately ate right through it as if it wasnt there. Vahn moved just in time as just a split second after his foot left where it had burned a footprint, the acidic juice turned the spot of ground into nothing more than a leaky puddle.

The viscous spew followed as the beast pivoted at the hip, wiping out room after room, as the devil took off, and the stream gave chase.

Finally, the spewage died down as the creatures chest started to deflate though, before it could finish its fountain. It jerked its hip in the opposite direction sending its arm smashing through the building directly in front of the flame lord ripping the hall to shreds as its massive flaming green talon tore through.

It kept its "head" steady as the final bits of acid pour out, trying to trap the devil. If he didnt move, that arm was coming, and it would try and knock him into the acid. But still there was no turning back because the final gushes of yellow puke were closing in!::

::And with complete success the arm flung by, and Vahns boots sunk into its flesh letting out a searing his as they dug in. The talon splashed through the acid just as it finished warping the blade into a sort of sickly gnashing form.

Vahn would find the things arm to be a strange surface to tread. There was a metallic core a foot down, but above that was all sorts of wet, churning flesh. It made it hard to get a firm footing, but his boots burned just enough grip with each step to let the horrid smell of burning flesh fill the air.

Despite the disgusting sight, he was sucessfully make his way up its arm. When it immediately brough its other arm soaring across, aiming to knock Vahn off like one might smack a mosquito. This being one very dangerous mosquito.::

next chapter.

With blood stained hands and fangs, Lazenca rummaged through Valek's belongings. Looting... some people's moral compass told them to never do such a thing. Indeed, Lazenca was all about not desecrating a grave and not speaking ill of the dead, but he had his mind on something. He was looking for something specific.

"Is this it...?"

He was looking for something, anything explain the feeling of doom he recived upon touching the sword. It was like a sickening of the stomach, a paining in the head, a blurriness of the eyes. It was like watching yourself hold the blade in bewilderment, and slowly put it in its sheath. Oh, something was up with that there sword.

Lazenca unrolled another scroll and looked at it. "Perfect defense... etching at the hilt... loss of control... this is it." Rolling it up, he put it in his duffel. The thought to take much more crossed his mind, but there were reasons he didn't- namely, no space and no need for anything else. This shack would be some wanderer's last hope, some lost guy's salvation. No, Lazenca left almost everything here. He did take two chain mails-- one was put on over a hide tunic he also took while the other was put in the bag-- a banged up metallic piece of lower body wear that could only be desribed as a skirt with a tail attatchment (how rare was that!) and Valek's white shell necklace, worn as the beast- it was huge and could wrap around Lazenca's neck at least three times. And of course, the weapon he was never going to use. He'd simply keep it in storage, doing the benelovant thing. Playing hero again.

And just like that, Lazenca was travelling again. There would be half an hour of relative silence until...

Until Lazenca had to stop. Something pulled at him. He looked around.. what was this feeling? The area was filled with so much energy, but what caused it? Was it another being, perhaps of Valek's kind who sought revenge? No, that wasn't it. It was something terribly awesome.

Stationary in snow, Lazenca looked westward. He couldn't see, hear, nor smell the source of the power but by the Upper Gods, he could feel it.

What now? Continue on his own path, or investigate this?

"..."

"..."

"... ... ..."

His body turned to face the west and with a heaving sigh, Lazenca trudged on.

By the time he reached relative stability, he was already feeling that laggy feeling, as he stumbled slightly-- and felt as if everything around him were slowing down once more.

Nnghh--! Stabbing the blade downward, he created his own purchase into the creature's flesh, only to twist his head and spot the tounge incoming.

With little time to spare, he raised his left forearm in an attempt to ward off the extension.

Shink!

::The sound of metal impacting metal. The Fang dug deep into the creatures shoulder, with a shriek of pain the shoulder jerked down a few feet, as the wound sizzled and popped. The sword immediately cauterized the wet flesh leaving a scarred mass of tendon.

Then came the lashing tongue. Vahn's defense was solid, the sword kept steady as the beast reared its most digusting head. Its break smelled like a millenia old graveyard in which no ones bodies were placed underground, just left to rot. Mixed with the scent of an ancient steel mill, rusted to the extreme, and never cleaned. The sharp shards of broken and torn metal which served as its haphazardly placed teeth dripped sickly green fluid onto the attacking appendage...The tongue itself seemed to be less of a tongue and just one lashing length of flesh. There was no taste buds or such on this limb just a long chunk of muscle dripping thick green as it swung.

Again the lag triggered as Vahn's only defense for this large offense was his arm. He had put trust in his armor. And the trust was rewarded.

The tongue hit Vahn's left side, the Devil might feel a jolt, but with his foot and his swords standing it would be nothing too extreme. The tongue had been stopped just before striking his arm, the same shield encased his body, an instinct reaction from the Armor itself. On impact that all to familar searing sound could be heard, but the beast persevered through, reaching its tongue around Vahn's body as a whole and trying to trying to jerk the devil into its gaping maw. It jerked its tongue back, hard enough to crack the metal deep within the beasts shoulder freeing Vahn and sending him dropping down the things gullet!

It was a deep dark shaft at least 10ft down, the bile and necrogen fluids win this nightmarish beasts "esophagus", if thats what one could call the flesh shoot, were almost immediately evaporated on contact. If Vahn let himself free fall, he would impact a slab of metal deep within the things guy, and he woud see its mouth slam shut above filling the chamber with black. And soon would come the sound of trickling water through its systems...one could only assume that if the beast was allowed to consume him, all that was left was disgestion...::

::The mechanical flesh monstrosity expanded its gut yet again, to an observer it would seem the fight was over, that it had filled its gullet with the acidic liquid yet again, and now it was going to finish off this edifice on which it stood. Its chest continued to expand and expand...and expand, stretching beyond its previous limits...this must have been one massive loogie...

Then came the first tear, dead in the center of the stomach its elasticity was pushed to its maximum and with a sickly sound a whole was tore, releasing a geyser of flames, followed by a second hole, at the side of the stomach, and a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, each releasing their very one pyre of flame before most of the beasts chest and stomach surface was engulfed in flaming holes, and in one enourmous erruption the stomach exploded out sending bits and chunks of flab and flesh flying out over the countryside, and landing all over the remnant of the base, like a child might toss his dirty laundry all over his room.

Each landing with a most disgusting splat, and a spray of blood and necrogen.

Inside, Vahn would be standing in a blackened ash metal platform. He would be staring out the beasts gut at the disgusting landscape before him. His sword inverted and imbedded into the chunk of metal on which he stood.

The beast stumbled back, as it was pushed back by the massive force of the explosion. Behind him the Flame Lord might notice a new revelation he had uncovered. Flaming bits of flesh were falling from the rear stomach wall behind him, revealing more of the mechanical parts of this creature. Seemingly dozens on dozens of wires and pipes which meting together and plugging in 3 bundles overhead, and dug deep into the creature.

It seemed in one powerful gust of flame he had severed the bundle farthest to the right, and the creatures right arm had gone somewhat limp!::

"!!"

Lazenca showed up just in time to see one light geyser leave a huge beast's body, just before it erupted. In the middle stood a man, a tired man. Usually, big odd things are evil and the guy who busts out of them are good. Unless it's Shang Tsung--

Nevermind.

Lazenca slowed his approach even more standing on this hill of snow. Before him was a landscape that carried an incredibly horrid stench, with snow dissolved by green toxic-smelling water. A man who had survived, and a mechanical beast that still burned and fell apart... this is what leaning forward and peering into the distance allowed him to see. Details, none of them.

The blueblack wolf with a sword and bag on his back began a slow descent from the higher vantage point that he may observe the scene closely and discern names, faces, and alliances.

"!?"

He could hear and feel the movement, his head snapping upwards as he stared. Without much cover, the bare insides of the thing was liad open before him.

It was more mechanical than biological-- or maybe just a keen mixture of the two.

Staring upwards at what was left, even as the thing's arm was barreling in downwards, he whipped his right arm skyward, giving out a yell even as the Fang was sent flying upwards.

Going clean through the remaining bundles and aiming to collide right with the beast's invading arm-- everything rested on that final gambit.