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A light murmering washed over the many soldier. Growing exasperated with events taking place Epithany sighed inwardly.

"Truth be to told, there was little we could do against the demon your man spoke of. Please set down your weapons. I was trying to find survivors when this all happened."

Making no attempt to calm down his men, the lead soldier trained his own handgun on the two of them.

"If you freaks couldn't stop the "Demon" then how are we all talking here? Wouldn't we all be dead?"

In the next moment the Soldiers realized that they where stripped of their weapons as if had never had them. Breathing heavily Epithany leaned against her staff looking at the bewildered men.

"I'm sorry I had to disarm you all...This was going too far."

Not pleased with how events were going she sighed not sure what to do anymore.

"Dammit this is all wrong...Unks leave them alone. Can you blame them for being irrational? How would your react if you felt powerless? Its human nature!"

Scowling the head Soldier spat on her.

"Cut your crap, you damn freak. I don't know what the hell you just did, but I don't know about any human's who can do that s**t. You may look like us, but your something different!"

Showing hurt in her face Epithany shouted in anger.

"How dare you? There many things that can't be explained in this world, get over it!"

Turning Unk she sighed.

"Let's get out of here....its a lost cause."

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(( Grr... ))

::A long a deep, narrow cave is the current location, four days after the final battle with Demonic Fierce. Long icicles droop and spike down from the ceiling of the snaking cavern, bilzzardlike winds whipping snow around at the base. From within this hole emerges Deity, still dressed in his usual black, offset by his red shirt and headband. His hair still seems to be red, and any questions as to his current form are answered by the hanging wolf tail behind his legs. Whatever the Orinian is looking for, he apparently has not yet found it.

Stopping a few meters in front of the cavern entrance, his hands in his pockets, the tall boy leans his head back and gazes at the darkening sky. It will be night soon, and he should find a place to sleep. He hasn't slept since he did so under Fierce's control, and that wasn't very pleasant.::

....tomorrow is another day.

::Resigning for the day, he turns towards where he feels a large grouping of ki entities, obviously a city. He doesn't take four steps before a thunderlike bang echoes off of the mountain walls. A gunshot. Almost as though he is expecting it, the demon dives forward, twisting in mid-air and landing on his left side in a roll, just as the patch of snow he was standing in craters under the impact of a surprisingly powerful bullet. Stopping his roll with his left leg outstretched and his right knee in the snow, Deity keeps his gloved hands on the icey cliff floor, ready to move again.::

You won't have a tomorrow.

::A familiar voice announces from behind a windy shield of ice. The figure jumps out of his hiding place and into the clearing occupied by Deity, only a few feet away. Standing straight, he bears an absolutely striking resemblance to his fellow Orinian, standing at 6'0" with dark brown hair, which points to the right and back, just like Deity's normally does. His left eye is navy blue, while his right is a much more dull shade, and his ears are pointed like an elf's. Another outstanding feature is that his right arm seems to be completely made of metal, streamlined and a brilliant silver in color.

He is wearing a thick leather outfit, including a belted left sleeve, and a right-handed glove. Around his neck and collarbones is revealed a flexible undersuit, hidden almost entirely by the rest of his outfit. He wears a leather tunic with an open collar, buttoned and strapped tightly in place with a series if small buckles and belts. He wears similarly strapped leather pants and thick boots, made for battle. This person - apparently an Orinian as well - appears older than Deity does, at 22 years of age.

As the crimson-haired Deity stands, his face totally obscurred to his attacker, he wipes his coat free of snow, which blows wildly with his scarf in the fierce winds around the two boys. The stranger, in his hands, holds two large handguns, their barrels about nine inches long. They are at his sides, but Deity can sense the tension in his fingers.::

....how did you find Deity here...?
I can find anybody. I take it you left the planet? Feh, figures.
....what d'you want?
You mean I'm not obvious?

::Unlike Deity's father or brother, this boy doesn't have any outstanding accent. His voice is a little harsh, matching well with his battle-hardened appearance, a nasty scar over his right eye. But he must have been raised in an area with a simple accent.::

You're a demon, which makes you a potential target.

: biggrin eity realizes - from his previous experience, in which he was shot by surprise in his right shoulder some time ago - that this boy isn't one for negotiation. He somehow recognized Deity's signature even when in demon form, and the slayer's arrival is hindering his further searching. Perhaps hoping to take the boy off his guard, Deity releases a half-hearted giggle and shrugs, lifting his hands before dropping them in resignation.::

Heh...uhm...can't we just be friends...?

::Scoffing at the attempt, the mysterious youth swiftly lifts his arms and aims his handguns, squeezing the triggers and releasing a spray of bullets in automatic fire, each moving at daunting speeds. Deity instinctively turns and bolts in the other direction, snow kicking up into the air, not returning to the ground until he is out of sight across an unfortunately wide plain of rocks and snow. The rounds seem to not be going quite as fast as Deity is, who is actually just running. Even if it means being shot and possibly killed, he doesn't want to attract the attention of his friends on Earth with his ki signature, by raising it to rocket away.

Deity quickly reaches the end of the clearing, which leads into a towering and wide canyon, several rock bridges crossing over it. Small explosions ring out from either side of the fleeing demon, the slayer's rounds being explosive on contact. Deity traverses this long and twisted trail for a few seconds more, before he sees the opening. He glances over his shoulder, not sensing the demon slayer there any longer. Just as he concludes that that is quite odd, he is stunned to a frightened halt, facing forward and digging his heels into the ground just as he exits into another clearing. Directly in front of the tall Tonepian is the demon slayer, aiming both guns at his face.::

Guh!! ....oh, shi--

::Two shots ring out, the small but violent bursts resonating from the cliffside. Deity stumbles backwards before falling onto his spine, his head rocked back and his eyes closed. His glasses fall shattered to the mountain floor, and the slayer steps over him, looking down at him curiously. In just a moment, Deity's blood red eyes open wide, and he looks at the demon slayer in surprise, who quickly returns the look.

Just as his antagonist aims his guns again, Deity lifts his right leg and quickly kicks his adversary's lower back, sending him tumbling forward. Hastily grabbing his broken glasses and nipping up from the floor, Deity suddenly vanishes, using Shunkido to move to a safer area. Recovering rapidly form the kick and sitting up to fire again, the slayer sees his target has escaped. Again.::

Damnit!

::Lifting his right hand and wiping the side of his face, he stands to his feet, before sliding his two handguns back into their holsters. Crouching down for a moment, he leaps high up into the air, lifting his hands and catching the edge of the cliff, on one side of the gorge. Using his own inhuman strength, he pulls himself up from the rocky wall and into the air, landing with a heavy crunch of the ice under his boots. Folding his arms over his chest, he stands stoic and silent, looking around for Deity again.

His target is now on the complete other side of the planet, on a small tropical island in the middle of the Great Ocean. He quickly tugs off his scarf and jacket, now in a somewhat warmer environment, and tucks his glasses into one of his coat pockets. Lifting his left hand, Deity wipes across his face, feeling no blood, nor any pain. What nearly tore his arm off last time was like a normal bullet this time: not a scratch. At first baffled by this, Deity can only conclude that his current form - even if more demon than his human form - is simply too strong to be injured by the slayer's enhanced rounds.::

If what Tali says is true....then he's...

::Sitting in the center of a small patch of grass near an uninhabited beach, under the shade of a strangely-shaped palm tree, Deity sighs, now having to deal with that boy before he can continue his search. He'll have to find a way to get around him, as he can apparently find Deity by other means than tracking his energy signal. Folding his arms over his chest, he releases a dismal outward breath before tilting his head down and closing his red eyes. It will take a while for the slayer to reach him at this distance, long enough for a catnap. Hopefully.::

<< whee ::whistles and trots off t'do something else::>>

(( ninja Why is it so empty in here....? *shift shift*))

(( Raleigh is pregnant. redface ))