The feral had only shortly took note that Greed was back, it took him long enough, but in the same sheltering gaze, her focus returned to Jack. His question still hung in the air.
"I don't mind. It is entirely up to you." If he was wanting to make changes to his organic being, she would not stop him, only stand there to support the decision. She was his captain, not his mother; despite the urge to...preserve their humanity at all costs. "Just be careful playing a God." Everything had repercussions, everything. Though Red had no care for religion, many believe in Micheal the all creating angel, or perhaps the Goddess of the sea or monsters, even here in Nocturne was its own damned unholy divinity. None of them suited her, she already walked away from death. Why would they mean anything? Not even this form would be bound to a necronomicon slavery; let alone a hopeful one of 'something' better. There was no other side, nothing but a cold darkness that was void of existence.
If Jack was going to go hack off a limb, he'd need to go to the clinic and argue with them. She was sure he knew that though because of his other enhancements.
Without looking away from Jack's inventions, she called to the diabolus. "Greed! Did you get lost?" The sarcastic undertones were mildly amused. "Let me guess, you got drunk and fell into a bush in the Red Light District and you probably got your a** assaulted by hungry incubi? Am I right? I bet you liked it." A smirk held back the laughter that threatened to escape between the betwixt pale lips.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 4:50 pm
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Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
The demon turned on his fee lightly towards the direction of the feral woman's voice. Eyebrows would raise, and lips curved upwards in a small smile. He shook his head, before walking towards the other berserker. jet black combat boots thudded against the ground as the demon strode, until he came to a stop and stood a few feet away from her. "Somebody has some dirty hidden fantasies... if you wanna talk about them go ahead, I won't judge. Anybody cool show up since I left? preferably somebody... not stupid? or maybe somebody that I can smack around for a bit? Or maybe a mission?" He asked, letting free a laugh for no real reason. Apparently, he was in a very good mood. It was a rare, fleeting occasion that would no doubt pass soon... but it is nice while it is there. Slowly leaning back against a desk, Greed crossed his forearms, the corded limbs forming a tan barrier in front of his (surprisingly) clothed chest. His lips remained curved in their usual self satisfied smirk as he waited for the Captain to reply. Now that he was back in Luimira, he figured he may as well do something.
Jack Ridgevale Rank: Novice Energy:550/550 Strength/Speed: 6/5 Active Machines: Roacher Nodding at her response, Jack left the premises rather quickly, limbs in tow, for the medical center.
[exit]
Jack Ridgevale Rank: Novice Energy:550/550 Strength/Speed: 6/5 Active Machines: Roacher
With Jack gone, the captain could deal with Greed fully.
Vermillion rolled to expose the tobacco stained oculars, showing her impatience but she'd retort anyway. This was the game and goddamn, if it wasn't all entertaining. "When you beat off does it feel like you're using a cheese grater? I bet with those talons, it does." The redhead smiled sheepishly, rising to head right to him with renewed feral grace, jacket and wraps in hand. "Nope, no one has showed up but I have been waiting for you. Have you finished your training? If not, do it now but in the off chance that you have somehow kept up despite being gone for so long, then we are going to head out. You and I have some business to attend to and it has been a long time coming."
Arms reached, sheathing her in the comfort of leather and its lovely fitted embrace. She tucked the bound gauze in each fist. Red shoved both hands into the side pockets of her jacket, and leaned against the central beam, watching. Waiting.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:48 pm
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Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
The demon could not help himself chuckled at the truth behind her caustic statement; claws definitely were not good for beating off with. "Come on Red, I thought you would've guessed with a face like mine, I don't need to jerk off when I want some action." He retorted idly with an ever present cocky grin. Greed jumped off the desk and stretched his entire body, arms reaching towards the cieling as he let loose a sigh. Several bones in his back popped audibly, and the demon would reply. "Yeah, i'm done training for a bit. Where are we goin'?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, turning on his heel to make eye contact to the feral's own gaze. He had no idea what the hell she was talking about when she said they had business but as always, the demon decided to just go with it.
"Yeah, Greed, with a face like that, I'm sure it is constantly buried in t**t. That way they don't have to look at you." The redhead moved from the beam and towards the door with the royal guard in tow. "Come on. We are going to the Colosseum." She would stroll out into the blistering cold, snowy air like it was just another Sunday in the park.
[exit]
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:59 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate
• Rank: expert • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture, Nocturno • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
(And now begins ALL THE TRAINING!) Greed entered the fort, a determined and set glint in vermillion eyes. He looked nowhere... Save for where he already had to go. Striding towards the area all of the hand to hand dummies lay, the demon stopped a few feet away from them. He took on his usual capoira stance, and legs began to sway back in forth until the rhythm was picture perfect, mesmerizing almost. He jumped up into the air, the muscled and toned body flipping deftly. Heels hooked underneath the the chin of the dummy, making the springloaded head rock violently from the impact. Landing in a crouch, palms pressed to the ground and lifted his entire body upside down into the air. Legs were a wild whirlwind of movement, his body spinning and combat booted feet hitting a seperate target with every second of the demon's wild revolution. Eventually, arms bent at the elbows before pushing off the ground, sending Greed rocketing into the air, legs parted and each landing on the a different shoulder of a single wooden dummy. They locked and tightened, before deftly coiling his body around the frame and ripping it from the stand, smashing it against the ground and splintering the head into many, many different little shards of wood. Greed stood up, deciding he had finished brushing up on Capoira. Now it was time to learn the techniques. First, legs started swaying back in forth in a different tempo than the usual one, a movement that would render any warrior fighting him entranced. The demon focused on one of the remaining unbroken dummies. It was a subtle shift of feet. The slight movement of muscles. In nearly an instant, the demon was back on his hands, upside down. Rushing forward on his palms, legs thundered downwards at the dummy, The kick was thundering and would surely have smashed through metal, but Greed missed. Losing his balance and tumbled forward. He caught himself at the last second though, feet touching the ground before he fell on his a**. The capoira stance continued nearly as soon as feet touched the ground, before he was right back into his handstanding position. Legs were raised once more and greed inhaled deeply, focusing on his aim this time. The first kick came down light, accurately; just enough to tag the wooden skull. The second kick came down with uncomprehensible force, completely shattering the wood. Milliseconds later a second leg came down, cracking and breaking the wood again before a fourth leg came down. The dummy was now gone, and Greed switched targets. When his second target lay completely decimated, The demon reversed his posture so feet were touching the ground once more. The vermillion eyes were pleased with carnage they wrought. His body was the most lethal weapon the demon possessed, and the ways he could kill people were steadily growing and growing. The next skill he needed to learn was one that had been used against him; by a djinn that he both knew and hated. The demon then walked out to the courtyard, deciding the next technique was too chaotic to learn inside. The boots didn't rest against the ground very long before Greed was already back in a handstand. Legs remained stick straight vertical in the air, before spreading out to either side. Then the spins began, legs moving around him faster and faster in a quick and constand three hundred and sixty degree movement. For a few moments, it looked like the Diabolus was just practicing his breakdancing skills. Soon afterwards though, many things began lifting off the ground. Snow, rocks, even some of the random wildlife were lifted into the air. Up and up they went, until reaching the top of the torando where they were simply spat out. Rocks smashed, and bones were pulverized. As the tempest ended Greed pressed boots against the ground once more, exiting the handstand. (Learned: Capoira stage 5 and techniques besides heaven spear, and learned leg tempest)
The demon looked around the chaos strewn and snowy expanse before striding back to the double doors. Entering the training zone once more, Greed looked about for another berserker. Eventually, vermillion oculars landed upon a single unfortunate man. Ebony hand raised and a single talon curled in a 'come here' motion. The blonde man across the room groaned, knowing full well the only time greed bothered talking to anybody around here was to beat them down. The diabolus said nothing, instead he stood in a generic fighting stance. he would not move at all, rather waited for the other berserker to surge forward. As soon as the man was close enough Greed acted. The demon dodged a predictable left hook by ducking right underneath it, the opponent's body vulnerable and extremely open. Greed sent a blast of bonebreakingly strong punches into the man's ribs and solar plexus. This completely and utterly winded him. What happened next nobody could have been prepared for. Greed backed up and motioned for his adversary to stand back up, patiently waiting with a mock smile of kindness on his face. Of course, Greed had his own motive for allowing the opponent to recover. For a moment, nothing at all happened. Greed thought he might have to stand and wait forever for his opponent to catch his breath back. Eventually though, he slowly rose, a look of idiotic confidence on his face. This face would just piss Greed off more than he already was, and would ultimately be his downfall. The demon took two running steps forward, before jumping into the air. As he came back down a fist came forward, smashing directly into his face in the most epic superman punch axiom has ever seen. They even replayed it in slow motion, and you can watch his face jiggle as the fist hit it before he got sent flying. Extra points for Greed! his adversary flew several feet through the air before smashing against a wall, sliding down against it. There was rage in those bloody eyes still, a rage that extended far beyond this sparring match. Greed was training with his emotions right now. While this was great for his personal training, it spelt ill for any wishing to spar with him at the moment. Telltale ebony fists balled together. Greed raised both arms above his head like he was wielding an imaginary sledgehammer, before bringing them both down in a powerful arc. Fists smashed into the ground underneath, and it shuddered and cracked before seperating, a wide chasm forming and rushing towards his opponent. The crevice eventually reached him, and he was sent tumbling downwards. Down and down he went, in a continuous fall with no hope to make it back up. Greed slammed his foot down on the ground, making the ground shudder even further for good measure. Walking forward, he allowed the sleek tail he possessed to drop down into the chasm. Lower and lower it went, and eventually he felt somebody tug against it. The demon lifted the man up and out of the chasm, before dropping him on the floor. The opponent looked down the maw of the abyss. He was thankful at least that Greed didn't leave him at the bottom to rot. He would walk away from the warrior. That man had taken enough damage for the day in Greed's opinion. instead, the rest of his raging fist would be focused on a different target; a dummy. Greed jumped at the dummy and clamped ebony claws around it's head, tapping into rage like nobody but a berserker could. He ground the wood underneath those strengthened tendrils to literal saw dust. By the time the skill was done, there was literally nothing left underneath Greed's hands. (Stage 5 of raging fist and techniques learned, and all remaining berserker techniques))
The next part of Greed's training would lie in heavy meditation. The berserker sat down and focused on his own chi. He became familiar with it, with the swirling and malevolent red energy with an onyx tint. The next skil he had to learn was pretty easy, as he already knew how to do it passively. He focused on the chi of others inside the fort. There were many different colors, though black was a predominant one. The next skill he had to learn was actually useful to him though. It involved blocking his ki, so others couldn't see it. He sucked the aura seeping from his body out, making it literally undetectable. Right now, Even Alex wouldn't be able to detect his energy if she wanted to. He kept this energy hidden, deciding to let the skill run for it's duration. Sleep. that was the name of the first real attack in the style, though it wasn't even really an attack. This was the reason Greed hadn't bothered to learn any of this style until now; it wasn't physical, or damaging. But Red had shown firsthand that the higher tier stages had their uses. And so the demon walked back up to a random student, grasping his shoulder lightly. Eyes rolled back and the student collapsed, causing Greed to shrug. He figured the kid would just get back up eventually. He was right, and when the student got back up there was a look of rage in his eyes. Perfect, if he fought back that meant Greed could try more techniques on him. The demon had predicted correctly, and caught the incoming punch at the forearm, before driving to fingers into a single ki point. The arm fell limp at the trainee's arm, but still he wouldn't stop. Greed chuckled as he saw the other fist ball and clench, knowing full well what was about to happen. He ducked before the kid even swung, completely avoiding the punch and slamming a two fingers directly into his abdomen. A sadistic smirk spread across Greed's face as he watched muscles twist and jerk painfully. Though hidden beneath the skin, the facial reaction of pain was how Greed knew his technique worked. He would watch for several moments in interest. He even went so far as to sit cross legged right next to his adversary, waiting for the muscles to finish spasming. Greed had to wait for a long time, but eventually the pair stood. Then, to make matters worse Greed was already ready to shoot even more virulent chi into the opponent. He gave him a hard smack on the stomach, and burst into laughter as the opponent literally shat himself. Apparently, the book wasn't joking and this style really had the power to force somebody into a bowel movement. And for his final trick, Greed would just make the man forget the entire thing had even happened. Hands shot forward quickly three times, striking random chi points on the body and sending pulses through every single one. Greed's head tilted as he stared into the man's eyes. He was looking for confusion, anger... anything. ...awwwh, why is there s**t in my underwear?!" Laughter billowed forth freely from the diabolus's lungs, the confused statement an affirmation that the skill had worked. " I don't know man... maybe you just lost control? Anyways, go change your shitty underwear then come back and help me train." Greed said with a shrug, before he sat down in a cross legged fashion once more. Meditation began again, his mind a clean slate yet again. It wouldn't remain clear for long though. That haunting facial expression, the scream... they stayed in his mind, forever branded on the back of his eyelids whenever he closed them. The kid eventually came back, and Greed opened his eyes before standing, turning to face him. Greed took on a generic boxing stance, waiting for the berserker in training to predictably rush him again. This time legs shifted, and the demon surged forward. He slammed a single palm filled with virulent energy into his opponent, before moving away quickly. Results came very quick, and very dramatically. A disgusting brown and pink vomit was strewn all over the floor, once. twice. three times. it continued until the adversary had no more to give, and was on his knees, simply dry heaving. "Thanks, that's all I needed you for... now clean this s**t up. And hurry, before Red get's back." He said, before striding off without another word. His attention was now on a training dummy, and he decided learning the last dim mak stage 3 skill was probably needed. He focused energy into his claws, watching with energy sight as the corrosive energy began to acculate. Eventually there was a significant build up on every inch of the ebony talons. Greed aimed for a moment, before sending the acid flying at the wood from the tips of his claws. The virulent concoction sailed through the air dangerously, threatening to burrow through anybody they hit. Eventually they struck against wood, melting and burning through the basic dummy. (Stage 1-3 dim mak and skills learned)
Greed decided he had learned enough hand to hand for the time being. He could pick up on the rest of it later. After all, he had just gotten his expert rank yesterday, there was plenty of time to learn what little hand to hand he didn't already know. Instead, he decided to focus more on his bloodline, and learn what he could from that. He didn't have much to learn at expert rank in his bloodline. The only skill unlocked to him was an A ranked one called devilish temptation. It was a tune, not an attack. A pitch that would bewitch any target he was significantly stronger than, and allow him to rip control completely from their grasp. It was not something he could see himself using very often, but it did have it's uses. After all, Alex will probably like it. He thought to himself with a small smirk. Bloody red eyes then locked onto a single person, and Greed decided to make this the target of bewitchment. He protruded his tongue from his mouth, and began vibrating it. It was an odd sensation for Greed, as he wasn't aware he was actually capable of doing this. Eventually waves of energy began to roll off his tongue. The diabolus could feel it. He could literally see the energy traveling through the air at his arget, though it was invisible energy to most. The man got an odd, almost confused look on his face and Greed smiled as his dull brown eyes glazed over. Walking up to him, the Diabolus issued a simple, direct command. "You there, with the blank face. Go buy me lunch. I don't care what it is, surprise me. and hurry." He said in an impatient tone. The man simply nodded, before he took off in an actual run out the door to god knows where. Alright... I guess that is pretty cool. The thought echoed through his mind as a brazen smile spread across his face. (Learned: Devilish temptation)
Devilish temptation was the only skill he had to learn in his bloodline, so it was time to get back to some hand to hand style. It did not take him long to decide that first, he would train in the fourth stage of dim mak. This stage could not be practiced on people, as the techniques would kill them. While Greed enjoyed picking on and fighting most of the military personell, he had not crossed the line of killing any of them yet. And while it was a line he didn't exactly mind crossing, he at least wanted a good reason to do it when it happened. For right now, Greed would just familiarized himself with chi points, and their areas. He focused on critical ones near vital organs. These were the ones required for death strikes. Familiarizing himself with them all would allow him to make further death strikes, not just the one listed in the book. There were several of them in the chest region he noted. Besides this, there were a decent amount in the head region. For a long time the demon would not move. He would only familiarize himself in the areas he needed to strike to kill somebody. What he liked about death strikes were the fact that they always worked. Regardless of the armor his opponent wore. They would die no matter what. After he had gotten the chi points down to a science, Greed decided to practice the movements. Each of his fingers clawed into a paw like grip, resembling a claw in a way. he then closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He felt it, the pulsating energy deep into his core. It was almost effortless to access it by now... though he still felt the familiar drain. The funneling sensation as he pulled ki from his inner being and outwards; manifesting it into a physical attack. His hand was surrounded in energy... though that energy was indeed invisible to the naked eye. Taking a strong step with his left foot, the clawed hand was thrusted forward against the chest of a dummy as eyes snapped open. Nothing happened of course, since the wooden object had no heart. But Greed was gonna make a safe bet and say his attempt was successful due to the pulse of energy he felt leaving his body. (Dim mak stage 4 and techniques learned)
The strength of his strike had left a small paw like indentation in the wood, but other than that there were no signs he had just used a deadly technique on it. Greed sighed, already tired and feeling drained from the excursion of training. He could train hand to hand all day, but dim mak... well all of the techniques required energy, and learning them even more so. Too lazy to learn any more of the techniques he had left, the Devil man walked over to a nearby couch, jumping high into the air and turning his body completely horizontal. He smiled at the sense of weightlessness, before coming down on the comfortably plush cushions with a muted thud. Then, somehow as if right on cue; the person he had sent on a food errand returned. The demon's tired expression brightened considerably as a paper bag was placed next to his couch, and he waved his temporary minion away. The bewitchment had worn off by now anyways, and he was really of no further use. Picking up the bag and searching it's contents, the demon found a gigantic cheeseburger and a large fry. "Well... at least somebody around here knows I like to eat a lot." The words rolled off of his tongue, accompanied by a small shrug before he bit ravenously into the cheeseburger. Watching him eat after training was almost like watching a starving ethiopian child eat. Apparently during the excursion he had worked up both a sweat, and an apetite.
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 1400
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 5:42 pm
Greed
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• Rank: Adept • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
After finishing his lunch, the demon quickly grew bored. Laying down against the couch, he would wad up the paper bag into a crinkled ball and begin tossing it in the air over head. Vermillion eyes spaced out at the cieling, and his mind began to drift. Much to his liking, it was to a more pleasure subject. Images of a familiar and alluring ivory curvature stood before his mind's eye, absent of a single stitch of cloth. the figure leaned forward ever so slightly, slick tulips spreading across flawless features before the words flowed forth. Greeed... I need it, Greeeed. Gilded gold oceans bore a stormy sea; a sea that could be sated by only one thing. Denim jeaned legs shifted in an uncomfortable fashion on the couch as he felt himself stir. No matter how long he waited, the image was stuck in his head. Gradually he just couldn't take it. His thoughts grew more and more sinful, and they piqued him more and more until he simply got up, unable to sit down and be idle with his thoughts shifting in such rapid succession. Striding towards the doors of the exit he left as quickly as he had come. - exit
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[1/1] Demacus had taken hold of his blade once more as used his free right hand to take hold of the longsword book. Swift Judgement would be finished soon enough and he had taken too much time just lying around the place for sure. No Holding Back was the next series of combos he was planning on learning and with the quick skim through the book it would placed aside. The movements were a bit strange but nothing he could handle for sure. Holding the blade firmly in his left gauntlet he swung it diagonal across the air stepping foreword slightly. For a split second it would stay as it would quickly retreat once more only for the blade to come slashing from right to left across the air. As the swing had only just finished the being would take a step foreword spinning his whole body around and swing his large shield into the air. Standing straight once more and shouldering his blade, Demacus would turn back to his book. Learned No Holding Back- Swift Judgement [1/1] Glancing throughout the book the Diablous toke a few moments to look over the last skill he could learn for now in this style. No Quarter had seemed to be a simple series of moves to know even though the description had been faintly confusing at first. Gripping hold of his shield firmly, Demacus had swung it outwards, most likely in a battle it would knock a weapon away or such. His blade was quick to follow as it came slamming down towards the target that would have been before him. Closing the distance still, he would step foreword raising his blade upwards aiming to cut his target into as jump an spun into the air. Clashing with the ground once more the diablous simply shoulder his blade and mentally shurgged. All of that was finished. Learned No Quarter, Swift Judgement [1/1] The next style would be a more frontal shield style, it would seem to be going around more defensive skills and counters. Flipping through the book quietly, it would only be moments later that he would finally close it and place it to the side. Much like a few other skills before, Demacus would slash down diagonal planning on striking easily. His footing would change as he would step foreword and spun around once more. His shield would come around first, swinging it out heavily before launching a stab from his left hand. All of it seemed to move fulent for him as he slashed the blade outwards and shoulder his blade once more. Done and Done. Learned Determination-Impregnable Wall Style [1/1] Grabbing hold of the small text the Diablous had hoped the next skill would be a bit more interesting compared to the others. His prayers had been answered as he looked over the next skill in the style. Placing the book aside once more, he levels the shield before him and starts a steady charge foreword. As he ran foreword the diablous would swing his shield outwards only to follow up with a slash horizontal. Using his momentum he would keep running foreword, preforming six more combos before getting to the last part of the skill. Slashing diagonal across the air once more, Demacus would launch his large shield upwards into an uppercut. No matter what being you were, Demacus would have made sure that strike would have hurt like hell as he imagined the target being launched into the air. Learned Haze Charge-Impregnable Wall Style [1/1] Walking back over to his text, Demacus would simply pick up where he left up last time and move one. Flipping through the text he came to the next series of skills still nothing he would have enjoyed more than the last one. Placing it down for a moment Demacus would simply raise his shield before him and firmly grasp his blade. Keeping his shield up, his left hand would thrust foreword his blade three times, each trying to pierce through whatever what had seemed to be in his way. Only third and final time, Demacus would have changed it up extending out moving his shield back before taking a step foreword. Once more his shield arm would raise up to smack into the jaw of a target launching them into the air once more. It would seem from there he would finish up the rest of the style with this next skill. Learned Outline-Impregnable Wall Style [1/1] Grabbing hold the text once more, Demacus could tell this next skill was mainly for being caught off guard yourself and quickly get back into it. Placing the book down, demacus toke little time to turn and slash across the cold air behind quickly spinning and raising the shield into their gut, well if anyone was there. Planting his feet into a firm stance, he would soon react with downward slash into the air, only for him to spin off the balls of his feet. Planting his feet once more his shield would launched into the side of the ghost target before him. It was quick, easy and good enough to save his a** one day he would think. Standing back up straight once more, Demacus quietly moves the strap off his shield. Placing the shield on his back the Diablous rolled the blade around his hand, loosening up his wrists once more as he would start the next style. Learned Snap In-Impregnable Wall style. [1/1] The Way of Defiance Style was seemed to be used when your back was against a wall and all you had was your blade. Demacus would pick up his small text once more and look over it silently as he started to pick out two of the skills to rather quickly. Tossing the book down Demacus would take hold of his blade and simply raised it over his head. The motions for the next few skills could be molded into each other so this would be easy to learn both. Slightly tilting it downwards Demacus would slash down only to quckly step foreword launching his blade heavily into the air stabbing the ghost before him. Slashing the blade outwards the Diablous snarled faintly as his other foot launched foreword and he started a quick sprint before quickly stabbing foreword with his left hand. Easy enough and honestly if they were not needed he would have never bothered with them. Shouldering his blade the diablous slowly walks back. Learned Thuster, The Ol' One two, Double Edged Defense-Defiance Style [1/1] Demacus had taken hold of his text once more before looking over the next series of skills he would have to preform to get this style out of the way. Glancing over the few before him it would seem that first batch could be rarely comboed together but that bothered him little at the time. Placing the text back down he toke hold of his blade with both hands and toke off. Sprinting foreword Demacus would quickly slashing his blade upward launch his target into the air. The sheer force would be channeled once more as he swung his blade down in a C shaped slash which would hook into his target's side and launch them away or cut them in two. It would have seemed he was wrong eailer as he used this momentum to slash downward and start to spin. Coming around he would slash at the top of the targets head before spinning once more to launch into the side of the ghost target. His spin slowly started to stop as he went on to his knee skidding faintly and planting the sword into the ground. A faint grin would hide behind his helm as he rose the hilt slamming into the ghost once more and quickly lunching down to pierce its skull with his blade. A shallow breathe could be heard faintly but it would be replaced by "Hmph" as he started to Rise once more with his blade on his shoulder. Learned Crowning, Tri-Spin, Full Commit- Defiance Style [1/1] Raising the book back up to his helm he would slowly look over it as he would see what was left of this style. It would seem the next few were actually a bit more interesting that he thought it be. Placing the small text down he toke hold of his blade once more with both hands and lower it faintly before him. Stepping foreword he would swing horzitonal left to right, only to quickly step back with his blade in sync slashing back where it had came. this would make sure the first strike would not be a costly one or the other way around he had hoped in the near future. The next skill moved perfectly within this one, as Demacus toke a step foreword once more slashing downwards this time. as the slash would make contact he would step foreword launching his hilt into the jaw of the target before him. Spinning around, Demacus would bring the blade back infront of him with dull side before him blocking a ghost blade. His foot would launch foreword as his hands break apart, his right gripping hold of his target and the left blade hand stabbing into the torso of his target. The ghost before him would seem real in his eyes as he pulled the blade out and tossed him aside. The footsteps of another could be heard as he rushed towards him. Demacus only turned to watch him charge towards him. Simply jumply to the right as the man slashed down towards him. Demacus raises his blade above his head with both hands gripping the hilt firmly before slashing down into it. His mind was slipping again, he would never know at this point, as the crimson left the man's body and he fell to the ground once more. The howls of anger came from behind as another man charged at hmi with blade in hand. Simply turning his body towards him, his left wrist loosely extended the blade towards the incoming man, waiting with only the sight of a hollow dark where his eyes should have shown. Before he could get past the tip of the blade, Demacus would simply side step the man to right quickly sending a few swipes from the tip of his blade into the neck of the man. The sight of him slowly falling to the ground grasping his neck made the diablous grin even more. Oh it had been sooo long... It would seem by the time he would notice another could be seen out of the counter of his eye, his left hand loosely holds on to the blade as he looks at him charging. As the man jumped into the air to strike down at him Demcaus would slip press off into a back flip. Clashing against the ground once more Demacus would take no time as he pushed off the balls of his feet and rushed towards the man. Bringing the blade across his chest the Dibalous laughed just loud enough for some to hear as the blade would cut the man into two pieces before him. His right gauntlet would move across his faceplate as he looked at the crimson drenched on it. Ohhh... Crusing and screaming could be heard as a man rose before him with shield and sword in hand. Demacus would not even give the man time as he launched off the balls of his feet with his right gauntlet laying his blade. The blade would come to life as dark aura covered it as his advance would quicken. The man would panic as he would raise his shield but sadly never have the chance to see if it had protected him. Demacus' mightly blade slashed through the metal of the shield and the man himself laying back to the ground into two pieces. The Diablous would slowly rise with his blade hanging losely in his hand and his right gauntlet over his faceplate.... a low crackling snickering slowly rising from behind it all Learned Double Slash, Hilt hit, Thuster, Braver, Sword Flash, Lateral Moon, Rough Divine
• Rank: expert • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture, Nocturno • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
Through the double doors of the training zone a hooded demon walked, in his usual all black attire. His face could not be scrutinized whatsover, cloaked and constantly shifting beneath an enchantment of inky black that the hood of his shirt posessed. Greed had come back honestly to just wait, but something had caught his eye. A newcomer... Bloody red oculars currently hidden by the darkness bore a look of contemplation... He bore no weapons, and had a pretty burly build. Greed was willing to bet he was a berserker, judging by the lack of combat equipment in general. "Hey Lot lizard- nevermind, you probably don't even know what that is. What are ya standin' around looking so lost for? I feel obligated to help you... kind of like a kid that lost their parents at the mall. Nah but seriously, word of advice. If you stand around with that sort of lost look on your face, the people in this city will eat you alive, regardless of how big you are... " The tone was cocky and sarcastic, the diabolus's typical demeanor."anyways, whats your name? to start at least. So I can call you somethin' besides lot lizard."
Favnir turned his golden gaze upon the human looking male he was only a few inches shorter than himself. Favnir could also tell the man was another Martial Artist by his build. Favnir smiled as this man would be fun cause he could tell this guy was stronger than he seemed "I am Favnir I was shortly apart of the Amarillian Empire but have since left cause the leadership there was piss poor" he said as he blew off the sarcasm from the man.
• Rank: expert • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture, Nocturno • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
The demon said nothing for a moment, taking in the man's statement. He had visited aramil once; as a novice. But things had seemed to be picking up around there back then. Had the empire really turned downhill so quickly? The Stoic demon shrugged before speaking. "Well... that don't surprise me one bit. Hell somebody already sank that shithole once, can't imagine it'll be too long before it happens again." An ebony spaded whipped back and forth slowly just above Greed's head idly like a charmed cobra, still calm for now. So long as there was no fuel to add to the flames, the metaphoric viper would not grow agitated. The diabolus shrugged off his jacket, allowing the soft cotton textile to fall to the ground and form a pool of cloth around the demon's ankles. The enchanted hood connected to his shirt still masked his identity however. Muscular forearms crossed in front of his chest and the demon let the silence stretch. Nobody could see it, but Greed was in an unusually good mood. How long this good mood would last however was unknown; and anybody that knew Greed was aware that it would not take much to put the berserker in a bad mood.
Favnir shrugged at the mans statement "I left that place months ago sometime before their attack on Yuran" he said to him. He ignored the fact that the man just took off his jacket as it wasn't something that bothered him. Though what ever to spaded thing was, made a small curiosity.
• Rank: expert • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture, Nocturno • feeling:
Feared Exalted Evil?
Greed didn't even really pay attention to Favnir's reply. His mind was drifting, and rather occupied on topics more interesting than pointless social drivel. Bloody vermillion lanterns rolled as the conversation grew tedious... though the expression remained unseen by all. "So... are ya goin' to tell me what you need training in? As interesting as I may be, i'm guessin' you're here to train, not socialize." He interrogated. The demon certainly was not one for small talk; he didn't like being around most people to be honest, so he didn't care if people liked him or not. Greed wasn't here to make friends, Nor did he really care to. What he was here to do was train himself; and to properly educate people around here in the art of combat. After all, victory lay not only in the memorization of skills, but knowing when to put those skills into use.
