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Rank: F
Lannair the Rampant
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₪"By the pricking of my thumbs..."₪
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As the black beast created a figurative in front of the pond by standing alongside one another angry, hungry, and showing their sharp teeth while their claws dug into the surface of the ground as they readied to attack, Lannair did nothing though the same couldn't be said for his clothing. His clothing began to alter and shift as they were created from his his weapon and armor, Ivory Idol, his organic armor which was charmed and created before he himself was born. Now sporting what seem to be a pure white battle suit of some kind the Dwellers made their move, they were similar to pack of wolves how they functioned and stocked their prey which happened to be Lannair at this point, they moved fast in a circular motion surrounding him while all the while being led by an alpha in the group though that was a matter of figuring out which one was the alpha. Lannair studied the Dwellers as they circled him, he was trying to figure the creatures out while also formulating a plan of action to take on all five of these beast without losing a limb, or better yet his life... The first demon only rushed past him to draw his attention, while the second took the chance to rush at him clawing at his chest which sent him flying back into another who had tailed whipped him back into another where they basically juggled him around a bit before knocking him back into the center. The Dwellers were using Lannair as their play thing before they ripped him to shreds, it was safe to that this particular group liked to play with their food but the mistake was not killing him after dealing such damage to him.
Lannair was on his hands and knees irritated, beaten, and his suit torn which revealed scratches upon his torso. Many would think that it was over for him, that he bit off more than he could handle but if one payed close enough attention to his features if anyone was present, you would be able to see a smirk upon his features as he came to his feet. The demons then rushed towards him, planning to deliver the final blow and feed upon his corpse but as they all drew near that destructive energy of his surrounded both hands before he let out a battle cry and smashes his fist into the ground causing a dome of energy to erupt from his body around him, the area he was in, and ultimately the five demons which tended to do harm to him. The demons called out in pain as they were thrown back, though not without receiving a significant amount of damage. The Dweller demons were wounded and down for now which allowed Lannair to catch his breath since releasing that much energy at once usually tired him out to a degree, but he was no mere amateur, and had more than enough will and power to finish the job.
The first to stand out of the Dweller demons to rise was the alpha out of their 'pack', this was obvious do to him due to the demon looking around at the others to find one of them had been killed, the demon was actually the first one that he had attack when he arrived so it was only natural but an alpha is always stronger when they have a pack right? With that though in mind Lannair reached to the small of his back where an calaspable object was mounted, pulling the object from its holster with a simple jerk it formed into what's known as Whisper, his bladed bow. Reaching to the same place his bow was holstered, Lannair pulled what looked to be a pure white arrow which was created from the substance of his armor, placing it upon the wire and drawing it back which seemed to be fairly easy but believe that this wire could not be drawn by just any being. The alpha roared once again and the others were beginning to stand but just as they all stood, Lannair released the arrow as it was fired with three hundred pounds of pressure behind it, increasing its speed and over all piercing ability, he added rotation using his telekinesis and with a smirk he mentally commanded the arrow to multiply times three, none of the arrows were aimed at the alpha but at all of thee others, the arrows pierced them between the eyes just as they stood only making them fall back to the ground dead. This in turn made the alpha go beserk and charge at Lannair in rage as he engaged it in close combat to fend it off.
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₪"Something wicked this way comes."₪
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Equipment: Ivory Idol // Whisper // His attire.
~♤~Str - 20~♤~Vit - 10~♤~Dex - 10~♤~Int - 10~♤~
