<<@Ichi: Yipe!!
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<<@Torment: 9 Pacific...that's....midnight here, right? Okay...so...uhm...Deity's gonna exit right now...aaaand he'll be on later for some battling.
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::It's actually a miracle that Fierce didn't leave during all of this. Then again, the reason he stays is rather simple, and obvious. If one of the men were to look up during all of this, they would see the devil is now standing still on the ground, the black mist settling at his feet, and his dark and red aura still flaring around him. His feet are spread out roughly a meter apart, and his head is hung low, his jaw almost touching his collarbones. There is a small trail of spit, dripping from his lower lip.
He's asleep.
His tail swaying gently back and forth below his hips, and his long, pointed ears twitching in the direction of slight sounds nearby, he remains otherwise motionless, his breathing through his nose making him snore. As the numerous attacks reach him and hit him, the impacts cause a great deal of smoke to blow around from the rubble about the demon, and dust and dirt are flung high into the air.
As the dirt falls and clears the view, Fierce can be seen on the ground, sitting up and looking around with his blackened right eye still closed. He senses an entity - or a few entities - race away, but doesn't bother catching them. It seems all the attack did was wake him up. Lifting his left fist and rubbing his eye socket, he looks around, deciding that now is a dandy time for a nap. Raising his arms and stretching with a wolflike high-pitched yawn, he then falls backwards in the dirt. He's out cold again in just a few seconds. When he wakes up, first thing's first: new clothes.::
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