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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^          Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Grim shoved the blade of one scythe into a wraith, flipping his body over that one and bring it above him after landing, then salmming it into a small group of three wraiths, then freeing his scythe he attacks two more with his blades, jumping over the sissors of a third attacker and slamming both blades into its head at once. Now covered in blood, Grim combined the two scythes into one Giant Axe and swung it madly as if not knwoing what he was doing, but yet he never lost his balance due to the axe's enourmous weight. His skill with weapons was apparent as he executed one wraith after another. ending his spree he again stood next to Azrael and shook his head, laying the axe aross his shoulders, which caused him to sink at least four inchs into the sand::
There isn't any end to them, for every one that I kill, two more take its place. Mundus must want us dead early. ::Grim smirked and looked at his new ally:: Lets show them what happens when people like us are Underestimated |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream  Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1676 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| Tyrael mused to himself as he pulled himself off his backrest, and slowly walked forward. He knelt down next to True Flight, and rested both hands on his left knee.
"Now then, a Lady shouldn't be forced to sit upon the Forest Floor of the Damned." He chuckled, in an old fashioned accent. Tyrael was one to be a wonder of. For not a shadow rested on his body. From where shadows should be, there was nothing but light, giving him quite the glowing aura around him. Yet not a single light pressed onto the walls, making it so the light was acctually pleasent to look at. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ajax, in mid-battle, deflecting sycthes with his blade and expertly turning them out of the opponent's hand and slashing them. Every so often, he would flap his wings and blast the wraiths away from him. Sweat began to pour from his shoulder-length hair, the bangs parted in the middle. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sita and he stopped, his mouth agape. He quickly regained his compusure and continued to combat the wriatths, looking at the other three.
"I could use some help!" |
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Shuyin Baron of Radical  Since: 08-19-04 Since last post: 3964 days Last activity: 3870 days |
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| "Sorry to have kept you waiting." She says, already having leapt above him toward the oncoming wraith.
The nook of her heels meets the the long handle of its scythe with a quite thud. The instant she makes contact she kicks off, flipping higher into the air. The wraith is pushed backward into several others behind it. They each give a shrill screech and fly up after her. Sita only welcomes them as she begins to decend from her aerial somersault. She feels gravity get its grip on her as she begins plummeting towards the approaching wraiths. With a quick twirl of her fingers her guns are in her hands. The hand guns shoot as if they were uzi's, an assault of bullets raining down on the wraiths. The one nearest to her is torn to shreds before disappearing to whereever departed wraiths go. The four behind it weave back and forth between the stream. Sita stops shooting, flipping the guns and putting them away. Two wraiths screech in pain as her bullets pierce them from behind. Bullets that follow their target, a nice way to surprise an opponent. The remaining one comes flying straight at her, raising its scythe with anticipation. It swings its scythe at the falling vixen but the blow deflected by her sword that she had drawn at last second. The scythe falls from the wraiths hands, dropping to the ground below. Sita flicks her sword at the wraith, the sword coiling around it like a serpent. She takes extra care not to slice the wraith to much with the segmented blades as they bind it.....She wasn't done having fun. She mounts the wraith, her knees resting nicely on its lower region. With another twirl of her fingers, her gun slides into her free hand. Her head turns upward at the wraiths that have suddenly appeared above her. Bam....Her gun shoots one load off into the wraith in the middle. The wraith continues nearing her, as if the bullet hole in the middle of its head was merely decoration. BOOOM! The wraith abrubtly explodes, sending its two counter parts flying to the ground. She turns back to the wraith she was now riding, she blows the phantom a kiss then bounds off it. The whip is yanked hard, causing the coiled wraith to spin like a top. The segmented blades gash it fiercely as it spins out of them , falling into a crumbled mess on the ground. Sita lands softly on the ground a few feet from Azrael. She sighs to herself as she watches even more wraiths come soaring after them.* (Last edited by Shuyin on 08-22-05 03:07 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
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| A shadow swept over a small group of congregated foes. An explosion of scythes and cloaks, tattered and fluttering, covered a five foot radius. From behind a tree a tall slender man walked. He was five foot eleven inches. Not the tallest, but in no way short. His eyes burned with a bright yellow. And his hair was white. So much so, that it shimmered in an uncanny light. His hair stretched to the back of his neck, and was parted over his left side. His face was very attractive. And seemed as if it had seen no hardships. A grin escaped his lips, and pointed canines were revealed. His chest was covered by a thin, tight-fitting crimson dress-shirt. The sleeves rolled up, and the shirt unbuttoned revealing his slender, yet muscular build. His black leather pants made no noise as he had moved. And One would notice he was skilled in speed combat. If one's eyes were trained that well. Thirty-four slashes in two seconds. Not my best...He thought to himself. In his hand was a thin black steel acupuncture needle. Several more were seen on his belt. Which hung loosely to the left of his body. Serving no practical purpose whatsoever. Alas, so was style.
His lip was pierced on the left side, pierced with a round lip ring, with deep red balls holding it in place. He lightly bit it, and it slid farther out of his mouth. Once he released the ring, it moved slowly to it's original position. He blinked and glanced at the attractive females. He was in league with them in accordance to looks. He was considered very attractive, and was very smooth when it came to women, though at times, he betrayed himself by being all too shy. He spun on his heel, and watched more reapers come after him. He smiled lightly. This was nothing. But alas, he wished to spectate for a moment, he was afraid he arrived either all to late, or too early. He did not know how long it had taken these others to get here. So, he leapt to the back lines, by posing a perfect back flip. He was inches behind one of the others, and had done it rather quickly. "I, am Xeios, seems as if we're all here for the same thing...Eva. The prophecy's daughter. How intriguing." Xeios' background was quite the mystery. It would be hard to think why he was here. But his debt to Dante must have been huge. Or was it his debt to Eva. None here, apart from Xeios, knew... Name: Xeios Age: 20 Blood: Half-Demon, Black Magic, Voodoo, Acupuncture Weapons of Choice: 1> Acupuncture Needles -- Razor sharp, thin, and black. Are approximately seven inches long, with slightly thicker 'handles' at their base. Uses a combination of six to slash at enemies. Usually held in between his fingers. All six are kept inside of Xeios' body. He uses magnetism and pure control to pull them out without physically harming himself...Too much at least. A self mutilator with powers. and a sadomasochist. 2>Smaller acupuncture needles -- Razor sharp, thin and deep red. Are approximately three inches long. Used solely as projectiles. There are rumored to be 400 around Xeios' belt. But none have witnessed him use that many. He usually collects the needles after he removes tham from his prey. 3> Voodoo Doll--An ordinary Voodoo doll, able to be influenced by other items in Xeios' possession...Lighter, needles, and assorted spells to influence the target and not the doll itself. Xeios is amazing at voodoo and can capture a bit of someone's soul with a glance of his yellow eyes. Though, it does no harm to that person, he can infuse that bit of soul into the doll, and torment the person for as long as he wishes. The doll is held in his left pocket. But the arm or head is usually eerily poking it's way out. EDIT: I forgot to put Acupuncture as one of my Blood Ability things. (Last edited by Xeios on 08-22-05 03:55 AM) |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath  Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| Azrael wasted no time in quickly readying himself for battle. Seeing the sheer size of Mundus' so called "skirmishes", he quickly resheathed his left long sword and grabbed the black handle of his semi-automatic handgun and began firing away at a nearby Deathscythe which began to make its way towards him with a massive scythe in hand. With great accuracy, he began to fire rapidly at the scythe's mask. But to his surprise, it didn't seem to affect at all for the silver bullets simply bounced off his white pale mask as if he were firing rubber bullets.
"Shit....I keep forgetting I'm not fighting the undead anymore..." He quickly put away his gun and drew his left sword once more, but not enough time to quickly throw in a couple of blows at his incoming foe for now two more spotted him and began their onslaught, striking and slashing and cutting with their deadly instruments of war. Luckily, his unhuman origins allowed him to jump into the air quite gracefully, out of reach of the long scythes and converting the jump into a beautiful backflip that landed him several feet away from the scythes. Now that a gap was formed, he dashed in towards the group with swords in hand. The first one slashed at him but at of nowhere, without warning, Azrael suddenly spun to the side, using the momentum he gained from the spin throw a rock-slicing slash at the Deathscythe's head. It cried in agony as it disentegrated back into the shadows. After making short work of the first one, he quickly set himelf up so that he was right inbetween the other two. Before they could avenge the death of their comrade, Azrael executed an effective yet difficult to manage manuever which consisted of him executing two horizontal slashes with the two swords on opposite sides, all at once. It was very successful, however, for instantly, the otehr two Deathscythes collapsed onto the ground and returned to dust. "Fuck, there's more of them...Guys....if you got some alter egoes you can unleash...I suggest you do them now..." And with that...his two long swords began to glow an eerie purple color as an aura covered the blades... Alright guys.... If you have Devil Trigger, you may use them now. ^_~ Rule on Devil Trigger: Don't make it ridiculously powerful. Don't make your transformed self be enormously big. And once again, no playing god. Also... You can also change the name around since not everyone is a demi-human. For example, Kaijin could call his trigger "Holy Trigger" since he is an arch-angel. Be creative. (Last edited by Sparda on 08-22-05 03:24 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
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| Xeios began laughing maliciously. His eyes narrowed suddenly, and the laughter stopped. A dark red aura emanated from his body. His needles sucked back into his skin. He had many more in there, but none knew about those...He pulled the voodoo doll from his left pocket. It suddenly began growing, growing, and growing. Until it reached the size of a large dog. Xeios clasped it tightly by the back of its neck, and it's glowing red eyes seemed to entrance some of the Deathscythes. Those entranced stopped in place. And Xeios grinned. Thirteen victims. The average number... He began feverishly muttering words and spells, and none of the foes moved. Their scythes slowly dropped to the floor, leaving the cloaks of darkness and the masks floating eerily. Xeios' eyes shut. And a thin black wisp flew from his lips and entered the doll. The Death Scythes were now under Xeios' control. He commanded them with thoughts to lift their scythes, and attack others of their kinds. This was one of Xeios' many spells, but outside of Voodoo Soul-Trigger he cannot affect a large group at once.
Voodoo Soul-Trigger--One of Xeios' three 'Soul-Triggers' Enhancing particular abilities of his. This particular Soul Trigger enhances his Voodoo powers. And he can capture many more targets at one time than without this. His spells affect the masses, and his commands can be issued individually or as a whole. The average number is thirteen, but the most recorded is fifty subjects at once. OOC--This way, my abilities are more unique, and attuned to the situations I am in, instead of just making the entire me better with some universal Trigger mode thing... (Last edited by Xeios on 08-22-05 03:59 AM) |
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Shuyin Baron of Radical Since: 08-19-04 Since last post: 3964 days Last activity: 3870 days |
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| *Out of the corner of her eye Sita sees a flash of white hair. Dante? She freezes. It's not possible....He couldn't possibly be here right now could he? So many emotions began swelling inside her that she dropped to one knee. Giving ample enough time for several wraiths to surround her on all sides. One of them screeches in delight, snapping Sita out of her trance immediately.*
"Shit..." She grumbles to herself as she draws her sword. She gives it a good flick, letting it fall into a segmented whip. The screaming wraith lunges at her with its scythe held behind it as if it was about to swing a baseball bat. The ghoul swings its weapon across horizontally at Sita. With the agility of a cat she springs over the wraith and its attack, letting her whip coil around its upper torso before she lands behind it. She spares not a second more, yanking the whip above her head. With a soft grunt she begins whirling the trapped wraith around her like a lasso. She swings it faster and faster, knocking away the surrounding wraiths as she does so. Satisfied with the damage dealt, she slams the coiled wraith its head. The wraith shatters like glass, leaving Sita with a smug expression on her face. However that smug look is quickly transformed into one of irratance as she watches the wraiths use their scythes to help them up. They're only getting stronger..... |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| As the aura enshrouding his swords became greater, the dark purple glow began to cover his body as well as his very presence began to change. The glow soon became so great that it was no longer possible to see any part of him now. One of the foolish Deathscythe saw this as an opportunity to strike at Azrael. Unfortunately for it, it was sadly mistaken for the moment the massive scythe made contact with the purple aura, the blade of the scythe immediately shattered into nothing along with the rest of its body as if the purple aura caused a chain reaction in the demon's body.
Soon, the glow died down to reveal a taller, darker figure standing in Azrael's place. His face and body could no longer be clearly seen for they were all covered in a magnificent yet intimidating armored black cloak which hooded his head and covered his figure as a whole so that there was nothing but a single black figure with bright glows escaping the dark confines of his hood. The bright red glows were his eyes, the only proof that whatever was within the cloak was at least humanoid in appearance. His presence was still covered in the purple aura, though not as much. Now, he seemed to become the very definition of fear. It seemed as if he were the Grim Reaper, without the skull head and the massive scythe. The long swords that were in his hands were replaced with two massive single edged swords with unusually carved edges and a miniature skull carving upon the hilt of each weapon. The sound of his breath seemed to be amplified like some kind of dark demon breathing upon one's shoulder. The Deathscythes stood frozen for only a moment before resuming their attack. But unfortunately for them, the transformed Azrael was much faster as he suddenly raised his left hand and brought it down in a single swipe of judgement upon two of the Deathscythes which fell instantly. As for another group of three to his right, Azrael pointed his long sword at them and instantly, they were covered in a dark purple aura that caused them literally melt into a pool of what seemed to be black blood. Necrom Awakening [Trigger]- Having an ancestry of powerful necromancers and dark magic practioners, Azrael is capable of awakening the strange blood within him to reflect that of his ancestors. The armored black cloak that he wears is the splitting image of an ancient True Necromanic Warrior, being capable of the darkest arts of magic and necromancy. The two single edged swords that Azrael bears in this state are the medium in which his necromanic arts can work. He is incapable of great speeds and evasive manuevers in this state but this made up for by shields and other forms of protection he can conjur to protect himself. Also, he is able to summon the undead to aid him in battle. (Last edited by Sparda on 08-22-05 04:28 AM) |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 99 days Last activity: 99 days |
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| True got up and Miki flew to her staff. "Okay Miki take cover." Miki nodded and jumped into a tree.
True spun the quarter staff and smiled as she put a hand over the emblem on top. She closed her eyes and a white light shone on it then spread to her other weapons and all around her body. The light began to cover her whole body and made two cherub wings(of light energy, nothing special) on her back for balance. She was a bit clumsy in this form, infact all she could do was make better barriers and use more powerful arrows. She took out her bow and put an arrow into it. She smirked as she pulled it back and shot it into the area above them. The arrows multiplied into 2 and squared into 4. It got all the way to 16 arrows and they rained down upon the enemy reapers. "Now what's this about women?" She smiled and rubbed her nose. "I think I would sit on the ground anyway." She looked in the direction of Miki. "And camping out her wasn't a good idea after all." -- Holy Mistress Trigger Form Powered by her holy powers True is able to make more unblockable shots and better barriers. |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Grim watched as everyopne around him transformed into a strange different form. He then made the choice that he needed to up his game just a small amount, jumping high into the air. Both his swords now re forged, Grim surged energy through his body and in what seemed an impossible feet, both swords grew in length until they were both given eight foot long. Grim lifted both swords over his head as if the size change had un-affected his ability to swing them, he just broader range to swing at::
Time to Fear my Reiver's ::Grim now falling from the sky, slit one wraith after another, danceing in mid air as gracefully as a swan on the pond of a peaceful river. As he landed on the ground, he rose up to stomp his foot only once, allowing just enough time for all seven of teh wraiths he had just hit to fall in half before blocking two more scythes with his swords. Makeing a few abrupt turns to allow their weapons to peirce each other, jumping out of the way, Grim found himself surrounded by even more Ghosts:: DAMN, how many of them do I have to Kill ::Grim once again rushed in headstrong into the pit of Darkness, several hundred wraiths were surrounding him, and that was not includeing the others on the beach, just the few of them fighting an army of thousands. They needed help, soon each of them would grow tired due to energy exhaustion and would eventually give out and fall to the monsters wrath:: |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ajax saw more others arrive around him and transform. In particular, he saw Xeios and instantly feared him to a degree. His slash count was so stunning, he could barely follow. But he would have tow orry about this another time. Ajax, using his wings, blew the nearby wraiths away from him by pushing his wings down forcefully. He then summoned up his demonic blood and released it, causing him to grow into what seemed like a hawk with feather-covered human legs. His physical form bulked, his arms and legs grew sharp, deadly talons, and feathers completly overtook his skin. His wing feathers were now deadly sharp and study, making for wings and blades at the same time. He spun his wings and slashed the wraiths around him, cutting them in half. He then slashed vividly with any weapon his body had acess to. He could not fail this early. | |||
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| Azrael, in his True Necromanic Form, made use of his powers before the transformation exhausted him of all of his energy. Taking both mighty single-edged swords, he slashed diagonally simultaneously in front of him, the sheer force of the two strikes combined with a sudden blast of purple energy that originated from the blade, sliced an entire row of Deathscythes neatly in half, 10 of them instantly falling dead and disentegrating.
However, they could not keep this up very long. Mundus did not take any chances this time with the new arrivals. As if senseing the exhaustion that the warriors began to felt, they prepared for the final onslaught. All at once, every single demon stopped attacking and crowded against each other into one single massive black mass. It was shapeless at first, being nothing more than a massive blob. But soon, it solidified and took shape, forming into a monstrous demon. Standing eleven feet tall with two gigantic scythes in hand, it roared into the sky as a black aura covered his figure. The mask that originally concealed the true 'face' of the Deathscythe was no longer there, revealing to all what was truly behind the mask: a disgusting 'thing' that bore what seemed to be a hundred eyes and four massive jaws, lined with rows and rows of carnivorous teeth. It's skin seemed to be composed of thousands upon thousands of strange worm-like creatures which constantly squirmed, making its face seem to pulsate. It's black cloak was synonymous with the darkness as his great figure seemed to stand far above the forest. Just looking at this repulsive demon made even Azrael flinch in disgust as he took a step back, having to look up to see the demon's face. Boss Battle... Name: Death Manifested Weapons: The Scythes of the Reaper First encounter... |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
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| Seeing the demons beginning to manifest themselves, he flicked his wrist, and the thirteen turned into a gas. The gas took a thick black color, and was sucked into the voodoo doll. Still completely engrossed. The blob changed into the true creature. Xeios once more released a calm smile from his lips. A powerful attack was brewing in the hands of Xeios' doll, which now seemed to be animated. A Huge dark blast was launched from its hands, at the manifestation of evil in front of him. The blast was flying at its head. The ugly, disgusting head... With a spaced out voice, that seemed as if it had not even come from his body, Xeios spoke outwardly.
"Empathy Blast..." His voice was slow, and was formed as the blast was being formed. There was an eerie silence after the blast was launched, but it would not last long. Empathy Blast -- This is the most direct connection between any Voodoo doll and target. By sacrificing the souls of others, a blast is launched at a new target, and if it connects, will force a link between the two. The more souls sacrificed, the faster the blast, and the stronger the link. Anything done to the Doll will be transmitted at the most direct variation of pain to the target. (lets the voodoo doll work on bosses and other assorted big enemies) |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1676 days Last activity: 863 days |
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| Tyrael chuckled to himself as he stood up from the forest floor. His left hand rest softly on the longsword that was attached to his hip...
"Death, huh?" He was highly amused by the concept. "Very well." As Tyrael drew his blade, there was a unique ring that echoed across the valley, a ring that gave a soft, pleasent feeling, instead of a chill down the spine. As the blade was draw, massive wings made of energy formed from his back. There were six wings, all made of pure energy. As the wings formed, Tyrael was lifted off the ground, and into the air. Tyrael mused to himself once more, as finally, his blade was free. The Demon's Bane craved to bite into the physical form of something evil. It craved for Death itself... In one massive turn of the blade, he launched himself forward at blinding speeds, his longsword pulled off to the side, and quickly, he slashed forward, in attempts to fly by Death, and slice in in half, while heading for the castle. |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 99 days Last activity: 99 days |
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| True watched Tyreal chuckle. What was so funny to him...? Her eyes blinked as she turned her attention back to the demon. She put her bow away and spun her quarter staff around. I guess I'll take the back and help by support. She thought as she jumped back. True's grey eyes shone in a concern towards everyone else. I'll introduce myself later. She thought looking at Death. Right now everyone else has to be focused. | |||
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| :: Seeing the man dash at the giant wraith, Grim followed his lead and spread his black wings, forgeing his wraith blade into a giant seven foot long katana, and flew at the wraith's back side, sattempting to slash at the exact moment that Tyrael did::
I am the only one known as Death, You will die for your failed attempt to impersinate a title that you could NEVER UNDERSTAND ::Grim grew angry as he slashed. His blade shined with a deep green glow which with the energy alone, it could kill any common human with just a breath:: |
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Shuyin Baron of Radical Since: 08-19-04 Since last post: 3964 days Last activity: 3870 days |
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| Well that's interesting......She thinks to herself as she watches the huge monster pull itself together. I don't think i'll be able to handle this thing just by messing around. I'm going to have to fight serious on this one......
Sita begins walking towards the huge monster, her hips swaying in their usual hypnotic manner. As she walks wisps of purple energy begins trailing off the outline of her body, as if she were steaming violet. A shining fuchsia glow radiates from where her left eye should be, piercing through her long bangs as she strolls towards the beast. Both of her palms flatten out at her sides, both pistols seem to materialize right into her hands almost instantly. The barrel of each pistol begins emanating the same purplish hue that her body seems to be giving off. She does not fire one shot, however she does continue making her way toward the hideous monster. Out of the corner of her eye she sees two blurs fly by her, their weapons raised at the repulsive thing before them. In a flash, a peculiar looking beam is sent flying straight at the ghoul. Sita felt it was best to see how these variables would effect the monster.......For she hates wasting bullets. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| Death shook as the onslaughts of attacks that the hunters unleashed at it caused it to stagger back in pain, blood beginning to spill out of his deformed face. It let loose a horrifying screech from its four-jawed mouth as it began to 'melt' into the ground, becoming nothing more than a mere shadow which soon, disappeared into nothing.
"That fight was too easy....it must have run off..." As Azrael said this, his body began to revert back to its normal self, the ancient necromanic armor disappearing from his body like dust in the wind as his two deadly swords slowly transformed themselves back to his regular long swords. He looked around to see the damage that had occured. The forest was literally no more now. The shadow that Death had created somehow managed to kill off all the plant life that had stood within its vincinity. Now, nothing could hide from their view as they made their way to the castle. But quite frankly, it didn't matter. It was hard to believe that Mundus would send any more skirmishes to finish them off immediately. He's more likely to toy with the hunters before he sent each of them to a grueling death. Azrael sheathed his long swords and sighed as if trying to figure out why the fuck Mundus had to make everything so difficult for him. He shrugged it off and continued forward to the castle's back entrance [the only one available to the hungers]. Note: As of yet, do not enter the castle. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ajax's feathers floated down and dissapeared, revealing his original form. He twirled his blades in his hands and sheathed them, sighing deeply. He looked around. Several people had joined in the chaos of the battle.
"Obviously there's more than just Grim, Azreal and I here? We should probably know each other's names, if we're going to work together." He scanned the others with his pierceing eyes. He didn't trust the fast one, or the beutful one, or the two holy ones. He was not in a good position. |
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