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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:42 am
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Wewtwewt!! =D We just need Miroku to respond, then we're all good t'go... whee >>
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:48 am
((Alright, I'll get on that.))
((w00t! It's only been... What? 3 months in the making?))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:48 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:57 am
((Very true... I'm working on the post now, so I'll post in a little bit.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:05 am
((Alright, I changed it a bit so that we won't have any issues. He still dodged it, but he teleported instead of flying under him.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:42 pm
::An annoying bug, this one is becoming. The devil's body shudders under the impact of a powerful blow, the glow of his right arm fading as the blast comes to a halt. It actually only fired for about two seconds, the earthquakelike rumblings nonetheless rattling the planet as if rocked by a catastrophic explosion. His right arm still hovering in the air, palm open, the monster raises an eyebrow, his eyes wide with a genuine inquisitveness.
Letting his arm fall limp to his side once more, he turns his head, ignoring his enemy and taking a gander over his back. His outfit - styled vaguely after the mercenary training outfit once worn by the young Tybron Wesley, and altered to faithfully represent the true inner demon of Deity's soul - is becoming and more and more ravaged as his battles wear on. His right sleeve and pants are covered with heavy abrasions, there are claw marks on the back of his shirt from his battle with the Alchemist, and now there is a thin slit on the seat of his pants. There doesn't seem to be any injury whatsoever, aside from a small trace of blood having fallen from where Seth struck him.
Growling in annoyance, the mentally underdeveloped boy hangs his head low and lets his chin brush against his collarbone, reaching around with his right palm to face his back. In just a moment his outfit mends itself, becoming as good as when he first appeared. He drops his hand again, floating roughly two and a half feet from the ground and very slowly spinning around to face the Berserker. The black mist enveloping his boots spreads out to the ground, making it look as though he is standing firmly on his feet.
His grey-shaded tail hanging limp behind him, the aura of crackling energy about his form grows more intense, bright flashes of ki sparking up and around him at points; thin wisps of ki almost appear to reach out at the demon as Fierce comes around to face him completely. His left fingertips beginning to twitch and spasm periodically, his head tilts far to the right, his ears jumping gently in reaction to some unheard noise. A malicious smile spreads across the Red-Headed Devil's features, his blood-stained lips curling up in the psychotic grin.
After a moment, the faint continuous screeching of his aura resounding throughout the area still, the monster's breathing becomes more audible, the animalistic snarl of an angry dog being the first thing that may come to mind when one hears it. His brow furrowed yet his eyes wide with excitement, Demonic Fierce begins to rock his head repeatedly from side to side, the ends of his pointed ears touching his shoulders each time he tilts his head in either direction.::
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:37 am
*The Berserker is intrigued by the red-haired devil's strange antics. He cocks his head to one side, his left eyebrow raised in question. Shrugging this off, The demon sheaths the Masemune across his back, his hands now on either side of him.
His body begins to shudder as massive amounts of ki begin to move through his arms. Large masses of dark blue ki begin to grow in the demon's hands, eachs brimming with highly concentrated energy, sparks of electricity jumping around them. The demon's intent is obvious: obliterate his foe and everything that stands in his way of victory.
Large pieces of earth begin to lift of the ground and swirl around the demon, the gravity of the earth making no contest against the pull of the masses of energy. The berserker's wings begin to to beat slowly, making the demon hover in the air 2 feet off the ground. Suddenly, Berserker Seth flies at the red-haired devil with blinding speed.
Still 2 feet off the ground, the demon puts his hands together, fusing the 2 masses of energy. Holding it in his left hand, he now leads his charge with his right shoulder. Then, about one foot away from the devil, the demon stops and hurls the massive blast of ki at the devil, though it would also destroy anything around the devil for 10 meters in all directions.
This is Beserker Seth's ultimate technique: Eradication Wave. So far, no one has survived it. The resulting explosion can be seen and felt for miles, and the blast itself could level New York City. This is not a technique to be messed with. However, there is a small chance at survival, but one must find it for one's self.*
((This is the end. After this, Berserker Seth will have next to no power left. Just take the wave, get back up, and beat the livin' hell out of him.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:56 pm
<<....hmm...piecing together the logic needed in order to avoid confusion when pertaining to a blast of 10-meter range that can level New York City is a bit tough... < <;;;;; ....Deity'll...uhh...just post...>>
::As Kagioto is charging his attack, the wisps of energy emanating from his body distort the air, ripples bending the light of the atmosphere like pebbles falling into still water. The floating debris orbiting the Berserker and lifting toward the heavens soon drift out of range, the larger chunks landing with impressive thuds off in the distance and in the water, made more clearly seen as the waves of energy blow the smoke and dust away like like fierce winds.
Some distance down the river, what appear to be battleships can be seen moving toward the city, too far to be affected much by this battle. There are things around them moving through the air, but they're too far to discern. The force coming from Seth's form sends tremors through the ground, causing large tumbling waves to flow in the water, outward from the demons' battlefield.
If one were to look, the Red-Headed Devil's reaction to all this is rather strange. He's asleep. Tired of waiting, he's taking a nap, his back arched gently forward and his head hanging low to his collar. A steady stream of drool is, of course, dangling from his lower lip, his jaw hanging lazily ajar as he snoozes. His feet now firmly planted upon the ground, his aura flows calmly about him, his mood much more mellow now that he has nothing to do. As much as he enjoys playing with his 'toys', he becomes ecstatic at the idea of a strong opponent. More so, a powerful attack. If it looks as though an enemy is going to execute a whopper of a move, Fierce usually lets them build up to it. It's so boring, though.
Thus, he sleeps until they're done. Odd, how a demonic creature of such animalistic ferocity can lose consciousness at will in a matter of seconds. The greatly building source of energy of the Berserker halts its increase, then begins to move. The floating pieces of earth and debris begin to fall, a few pebbles landing upon the beast to further catch his attention. He opens one eye halfway, the black sclera of his orb surrounding his iris appearing to get larger as the tiny muscle tightens around his pupil due to the sudden light of the early evening.
He suddenly widens his eyes, raising his brows as the demon thrusts his left hand forward, sending an attack Fierce's way. An instant passes, followed by an earth-rocking explosion. A massive shockwave blasts outward, causing a visible ripple in the land, as though a ring-shaped corporeal force is spreading outward from just a foot underground. The light is blinding for but a moment, the shockwave soon dying, and the quaking of the land ceasing. A dull hum resounds through the land for over a mile around, the expelled energy beginning to dissipate slowly.
Should he remain still, the Berserker would be floating before a looming pillar of smoke, dust filling the air and succumbing to gravity, struggling to reach the ground again in its own slow way. More large chunks of dirt and rock fall from the sky, accompanied by thousands of tiny pebbles and harmless little spheres of crushed roadway. For several hundred feet in all directions, the earth has been flattened, no sign of civilization remaining aside from the faint remnants of building foundations. But Seth is still not alone.
As the smoke slowly begins to fade, an even darker mist takes its place, spreading out of its own volition and engulfing the demon's legs. The chilled embrace of the black mist would send a horrifying chill up the spine of any human, as if it were a warning of what is about to happen to them. It can almost be seen as a tool for this monster to intimidate his prey. The soft shrieking of the vile aura of energy can still be heard, soon the Red-Headed Devil himself plain in view. Shockingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, he remains, standing on the ground in the exact same spot as before. There is a change, however. He looks pissed.
The devil is covered in abrasions again, his clothes riddled with tiny holes and scratches, a traces of blood apparent where his skin is expsoed. There is - or was - a large gash on his left shoulder and his chest, blood obviously having just been pouring out like a faucet. His entire left arm is coated with a fresh warm layer of his own blood, which drips continuously from the sharp ends of his blackened claws. Demonic Fierce looks a bit unhappy, to say the least. His body was damaged by this worthless bug. Even so, as it was not a fatal wound, he gains no strength from this attack. The devil knows no difference, though. With each blow his body takes, his anger rises. As it does, so does the power of his attacks.::
...he....he...he did....it dies...
::The monster's lips spread apart more so after he speaks, his black eyes narrowing as he grits his teeth together. The muscles in his neck start spasming, the veins throbbing as blood rushes through his system. A vicious snarl erupts from his throat as he looks up at the boy before him. Without warning his feet have left the floor, and he has curled up halfway into a ball-like position, thrusting his right arm out in a punch at the Berserker's stomach. The force is like nothing he has displayed thus far in a physical strike, easily enough to run the warrior through, and have his fist plow out the other side of his torso.::
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 1:52 pm
((The attack is made of HIGHLY compressed ki. So, while it is not very big in size, it's a big attack when it comes to damage.))
*The Berserker is dumbfounded at this turn of events. Never has a living or non-living thing survived this attack. He's never had to go on after this. A look of extreme malcontent on his face, the demon drops to the ground and staggers into a fighting stance. Drawing the Masemune from it's place on his back, he drops it to it's ready position pointed behind him.
His breathing can be heard clearly, dark-colored sweat streaming down his face. He'd never fought a being this powerful before, and is now having second thoughts about it.*
I can't keep this up for much longer... What is this guy made of, anyway?
*The demon looked up just in time to see the now extremely pissed off devil fire a strong punch in his direction. Having no time to react, he is forced to take the blow, the impact of which sent shockwaves through the earth. It didn't however, break the skin, though it did leave a great deal of internal bleeding and the lot.
The blow sent the demon flying back through the remains of what was Buckingham Palace. When the dust of shattered stone settled the demon could be seen, laying motionless and still, like he was dead. This was not the case, however, as he was KO'd by the blunt force trauma as the shockwaves reverberated through his body.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:21 pm
(( ::grins widely:: I'm just waiting for my fun now...lol. This'll be good.))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 3:05 pm
<<@Seth: There's another thing wrong...there are different factors in deciding how much damage an attack does, and how much distance said damage spreads over...
Compactness of ki energy - this has absolutely zero bearing on how large the damage range is. None at all. Zippo. This determines how large the attack itself is...you can very easily see a giant, tanker-sized ball of energy that is less than half as strong as an insanely compressed ball of ki the size of a pick-up truck.
Amount of ki energy - this determines the strength of the attack. In other words, how much force is released once the surface tension of the ki attack breaks.
Containment of explosive force - this pretty much decides how big the resulting explosion can/will be. A very contained ki ball could have crushing power, and yet hardly be able to fill a bedroom in the size of the explosion.
....among others, perhaps. However, what you said still makes no logical sense. Unless the destruction is caused by some means other than the initial explosion - of a 20-meter diameter - such an attack wouldn't be enough to do much to New York City, much less level it entirely....so being a bit more specific on the strength of your uber moves would be goodgood in th'future... ninja >>
::Without wasting any motion, the demonic monster blasts off with another outburst of energy, sailing through the air to pursue his prey. The harsh landing of the Berserker into the building is wholly unnoticed by the devil as he flies through the dust cloud, claws spread out and teeth beared. Without even slowing down, his right foot pounds upward, colliding with the demon's jaw and sending his large figure into the air.
Performing a gainer and landing on all fours on the ground, the beast skids several meters along the ravaged city floor, throwing his head back and glaring up with a mailicious gleam in his eyes as he watches Kagioto begin to fall back to the ground from roughly two hundred feet up. With a vicious smirk melting across his lips, Demonic Fierce brings himself low to the ground before kicking out with all of his limbs, save his tail, sending him back-first into the sky. He curls into a tightly-wound ball, the aura and mist about his person rolling around him as well, and creating some sort of red-glowing abysmal black sphere, which swiftly begins spinning as the devil rises higher.
The instant before passing the falling demon, Fierce uncoils, his legs spread out, stretching far to either side as he raises his arms. Both fists are clasped together, clenched tightly above his head as he opens his grisly maw with an ecstatic expression of bloodlust.::
...kree-hah!!!
::Laughing malevolently outloud to himself, the juggernaut sends both arms downward, his fists slamming into the Berserker's back with astronomical force. One can hardly realize what's happened before a planet-rocking quake devastates the area, a massive wave of water suddenly erupting and washing toward the opposite shore. Seth is somewhere unseen, imbedded deep into the Earth's crust like an undissolved meteor that was moving far too fast. Debris and rubble tumble back to the ground, beginning to fill the forty-eight-foot wide crater.
Coming to a halt high up in the air, the Red-Headed Devil just floats, his arms and legs falling limp as he looks at the massive ditch with an immature expression of inquisitiveness, the excessive smoke and dust filling the atmosphere making it somewhat difficult to do so now. Nothing. He's not coming back up, and the demon can't hear anything from his prey. He must be dead then. Fierce arches back and throws his fists into the air, smiling brightly and kicking his legs about in a festive manner as he giggles childishly to himself. He bursts into another fit of joy, his aura brightening a bit and waving about crazily as he expresses his feelings on the matter with his inane giggle fit.::
Kaaahreeheeaa...haahehehh...hreheeh...ahaha, kahahahaahh!!
::This senseless, hysterical laughter continues for a few minutes, Fierce achieving some small personal victory over defeating that....whatever it was. He's torn from his celebration shortly, however, the scent of humans picking up again. About five miles away now. Battleships, submarines and helicopters. The tall Orinian monster straightens upright again, his black eyes widening with excitement. Even more toys to play with - what unspeakable joy. This planet is riddled with toys - so much so, the demon actually wonders if he'll get to play with them all.
Not letting his thoughts hinder him any longer, the beast decides that waiting isn't the purpose for which he was brought back into animation. Rather than sit in idle boredom for those big floating things to make their way over, he blasts off again, a bright wave of red energy distorting the air as he makes his way over to the still-intact area along the river. Only a moment later, he ducks his head and tucks his limbs in, firing himself directly toward an eerily silent town square like a missile. There are abandoned vehicles and luggage strewn about everywhere, handfuls of loners and families rushing by foot to escape the area.
After the ordered evactuation, the reuslting panic caused traffic to be so stagnant that using a car was only making one an easier target to detsroy. Hence, while most of the population has managed to evacuate, there are some who felt they were safe at home, until the news arrived that London was being torn apart. Now they run through the littered streets in fear, looters of course digging through the abandoned luggage, cars and buses for valuables. At this point, no one really seems to know what's going on, news reports being vague at best..
The devil hits home in the center of the street crossing. There is a huge shockwave, a pillar of crushed asphault dust erupting into the heavens. Dozens among dozens of trucks, cars and buses are smashed into the sky, some of the heavier ones imbedding themselves into the sides of larger buildings, and others landing upon rooftops, the smaller establishments being leveled under the impacts. A ring-shaped wave of dirt rushes outward from ground zero, its speed slowly dying before it reaches the riverbanks some three thousand feet away, just more than half a mile.
With more ships in the distance, the boats have pretty much already arrived, beginning to come to a halt. Better to counter the threat here then continue on their journey to London, which has already been destroyed. Little do the Earthlings know that it is a single being that causes the destruction. Swiftly exitting the towering cloud of dust and rising smoke is Demonic Fierce himself, shaking himself off again as dust and dirty rock chunks fall from his body. He is floating a few hundred feet in the air, an excited look on his face, like an infant who has just gone down his favorite playground slide. The soft groans of a few dying and injured civilians fill the air, a few managing to get their feet and continue running, now looking for places to hide.
A seldom few of them are purely unlucky enough to have a car or other vehicle fall upon and crush their frail forms. The giant chunks of half-destroyed building walls and double-decker buses rain down from the skies, Fierce's rough landing powerful enough to hurl these objects through the air.::
Kehee...so much...fun...with you...yo--....ooh...stay here....
::Catching sight of the river in the distance, the devil notices an uninjured young girl running as fast as she can down a street, which leads in the same direction. She can't be any older than seventeen years old, her long blonde hair tied up behind her head in a ponytail, her 5'6" frame dressed in grey sweatpants, sneakers and a blue tanktop. The monster grins devilishly, turning his body downward and bolting down toward her, no explosion signalling his movement, but that same blazing trail of mist and ki left in his wake.
Rather than land and move around ahead of her to get her to stop her panicked sprinting, Fierce flies on a low, flat trajectory, both arms open to his sides. His sharp fangs glimmer in the orange-red light of the soon-setting sun as he opens his gaping jaw, his tongue nearly dangling out of his mouth as he approaches so quickly. Just as he reaches the young teenager, his arms snap around her torso, his right handed claws digging into her left bicep, his left fingernails into her right. At the same time, his jaw slams shut around her body, his canines sinking into her flesh beween her shoulder and her neck, tearing into the trapezius muscle.
The young girl screams out in pain, both from the powerful bite and being squeezed half to death. The monstrous boy doesn't stop, flying forward and carrying the young woman along with him. Before running into the building up ahead, he changes his path and flies up at an angle, taking his new prey into the sky. While he flies for a few more seconds toward the river, he soon comes to a sudden halt, easily in view of the large battleships just ahead at an altitude of at least one hundred yards. There is a large dock up ahead and just below, no buildings directly ahead of his current position. His blackened eyes peering up at the ships, Fierce slowly, intently chews on the bloody wound in his mouth, the girl crying out in a mixture of screaming and weeping. The dark cloud at the demon's feet creeps up and around her legs, the chill of his black aura not doing much to numb the stinging pain. She begins kicking her legs and trying to free herself, the devil not seeming to notice.
He blinks slowly, opening his mouth and letting his teeth slide of of her, a hedonic, almost caring expression on his face as he does. His eyes half-closed, he runs his somewhat elongated tongue along the bite wounds, up the side of her neck and to her ear, the girl shutting her eyes and clenching her teeth in pain and disgust. Engrossed in his own gruesome task, the tall boy gently nips at her earlobe, his feet dangling lifelessly below them as his arms keep their firm hold around her. A gentle yet snarling rumble rolls about in his throat, reminiscent of an irritated dog, the soft look on his face slowly fading into a disturbingly blank stare.
With no warning, he tilts his head to his right, biting down voraciously into the girl's throat, blood spurting out suddenly around his lips as they press against her skin. The young lady's eyes widen, her mouth open as she calls out for only a breath, her windpipe not only blocked, but in the process of being torn from her neck. The movements of Fierce's own throat and his bottom jaw show he is not only chewing on her torn throat, but he is sucking the blood out of her severed veins and arteries, some of it streaming from his mouth and trickling down his neck. He slurps it up even more messily than a two year-old.
The girl lasts all of ten more seconds, if that, her head falling limp away from the Orinian's as he remains, licentiously savoring the flavor of her flesh and blood. As her body starts to grow pale, he tears his jaws away, a thick wad of gorey flesh dripping from his clenched teeth. Blood now dripping profusely from the girl's gaping remainder of a neck, staining her tanktop shirt, Fierce leans his head back, closing his eyes and sensuously enjoying what is left of the organ in his mouth. As his semi-rotating jaw chews on the bloody mass of torn flesh, he smiles with gratification.
It takes a few seconds, but he finally closes his mouth, swallowing what he has bitten out of the late Earthling, and releasing a slow, lingering sigh of satisfaction as his jaw drops wide open again. Once again opening his eyes, the beast looks down at the girl with a puppylike curious look in his eyes. He shakes his arms gently to see if she's awake any longer. She's not. Oh well. Releasing her right arm and keeping his other hand clenched around her left bicep, he swings her around in front of him, dangling her by her arm. He keeps her here for but a moment before casually opening his clawed hand and watching the corpse plummet from the sky, the ambient mist seeming to reach out for her as she leaves the devil's grasp. Letting his arm hover there, palm-down, he waits a few moments. He waits and waits, remaining still until just before she hits the area behind the building below, which looks like a pub.::
...reekeeheeheaahh....oops...
::Just as she reaches it, he clamps his teeth down in a little grin, letting a small orb of black ki energy pop from his palm, firing down with blinding speed. A bright red explosion wreaks destruction at the floor below, fire and smoke engulfing the back of the bar. The choppers start to move in, Demonic Fierce giving them a little grin as he lowers his hand. Now they seem to realize the source of this rampage. His aura spasming about his person in an excited manner, he drops down quickly, ignoring the spreading flames and landing atop the burning pub. He has only just begun to play with these miserable little bugs...::
<<....anywho...in his next post, Deity's gonna summarize what happened from this point to the point at which he left CO.>>
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:36 pm
(( xD! Everyone gets to get a turn with Deity. ;O ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:33 pm
After the mayhem wrought upon the few small cities in southern Canada and England by the Orinian juggernaut, he was faced with the force of the Royal Navy, traversing the river to engage him. When they were sent out to counter the attack threatening their land, they were not under the impression they would be facing a single being. Even so, they went on the attack, but were quickly annihilated by the boy.
The Tonepian Devil finished the deed with a holocaustic aura wave, which demolished everything around him for miles, alerting the attention of the patrons of the Club Orion bar. KenoTao, who was training his skills at the time, had his power raised, which caught the attention of the demon. Fierce transported himself directly to the Stadium, and again faced off with the Orion's warriors.
The battle again called for Keno's Black Tiger transformation, which he found to keep him, for the most part, safe and unharmed during his bout with the monster. Jade also helped in the attack, using the Seinorei sword to fight, though her efforts appeared to be in vain, the techniques used having no effect.
As the night came to a close, the powerful mage Epithany returned to the attention of the demon, casting a strange spell that dampened the force and weight of the Red-Headed Devil. He became one hundredth of his physical weight and strength, making walking or running a chore, if even possible. He nullified the effects the spell had on his own movement by flying, but as of yet had not seemed to realize the results it would have had he struck another physical object or living being.
Even as hindered as he then was, the spell was only temporary, sure to wear off soon enough. Not wishing to keep the demon around and stay to watch when such an event occurred, Caine Saewin emerged from the shadows and drew the devil's attention. Opening the Stadium ceiling, he rushed out of the building and blasted off into the night. Finding that killing him would be more fun than not, Demonic Fierce took flight after him. Overly joyful in his casual, zig-zagging movements in pursuit, he did not catch up to the Saiya-jin immediately; he more or less taunted him by staying an average of thirty feet behind Caine as he flew. Whether he did this just to play around, or because he knew what could happen due to the force-dampening spell is unknown.
>=< It is now 1:00am MST, the Saiya-jin and the devil in pursuit roughly a mile away from the Club Orion building. >=<
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 5:38 pm
Caine turned and looked back behind him, growling slightly at the sight of the Devil still following him close behind, taunting him as he zigzaged behind the Saiya-jin, never quite catching up. The warriors scoffed slighlty to himself and kicked up the speed, shooting off over the thick woods, a thin red aura flairing up around him.
Damn, I just had to go and play a hero, didn't I? The hell is wrong with me?
He chanced another glance back, his black headband hooding his dual colored eyes as he stared at the red demon chasing him down. He needed time to figure out what to do to this guy, and by flying he gave himself some. At least, until Fierce either got bored, or caught up to him and started to try and tear him limb from limb.
Why couldn't I have just let him kill Jade? Instead, I get myself into this....
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 7:05 pm
::As if unaware of the status effects taking their toll on his body, Demonic Fierce just flies joyously about, his teeth clenched tightly together in a broadened, sadistic grin. He begins flying in a wide spiralling motion, always facing his prey, like a cat chasing a mouse. His power remains at such an absurd level as to dwarf that of Saewin's, especially so as the Saiya-jin is in no ascended state. For a Saiya-jin, remaining in base form against this monstrosity is like pitting a pebble against a planet.
Despite this huge difference in strength, the Red-Headed Devil does not attempt to catch up to Caine, occasionally letting out a short-lived burst of laughter as he bolts so haphazardly behind the Saiya-jin warrior. After nearly five minutes, the two begin to exit the main bulk of the woods below, having travelled nearly ten miles now. There are still large but thin patches of trees and bushes below, but they too are beginning to disappear as the two fighters dart past them, appearing as a couple of bright streaks of red and black energy piercing through the dense night sky.
Narrowing his blackened orbs, Fierce straightens out, suddenly appearing to pick up velocity as he gains on his enemy. He spins around however, flying backwards and facing the direction from whence they have come. Without warning, he lifts both arms behind his head, a mass of dark red ki energy pulsing into existence around his hands and wrists. Glaring back at Caine over his shoulder, he hurls his arms down and unleashes a double-handed beam of ki straight forward, which acts as a speed booster.
Due to the effects the spell has had on his body - which are slowly starting to fade - his light frame is sent hurtling dozens of yards past Saewin's position before he ceases the attack. Using flight to halt himself, he opens his arms out wide, spreading out his claws and hanging his mouth open with a twisted smile. Not a moment later, he clenches his long digits into fists, pulling his elbows into his sides and clamping his jaw shut. Releasing a monstrous snarl, he expands his aura into a semi-transparent spherical burst of energy, exploding outward to about twenty meters, leaving Caine just over thirty feet of space within which he can react to the attack.::
Kryyaaahh!!!
::As dark as the black energy is, the eerie red glow about it illuminates the midnight landscape below, a fierce wind blowing outward from the sheer force of the attack. Down below, trees are tossed aside, ripped from the ground as if having no anchor to it whatsoever. As the explosion recedes, the devil remains there, though now in his classic stance of relaxed posture as narrow strings of electricty course through his physical form. He looks unwilling to battle, his arms and tail dangling numbly as his head hangs low against his collarbone. The abysmal mist at his feet seems to simply shroud his legs from view, his body glowing with a red tint given off by the ki around him. His eyes closed with his face pointed at the Earth, his aura screeches about his form, roaring violently as long flaming arms of energy reach out vainly to embrace their selected target: Caine Saewin.::
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