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Welcome to the Second annual Death Match. (Which should never be done in April, the same month as the big writing thingy.)
Legend's Deathmatch
This is the war of wars for all who posses the status of Legend. Only the truly powerfull have been chosen to take part. They have been pulled from their respective war zones and have been sent to the land of the immortals to face off agaisnt each other.
The location has been set the warriors have been chosen....
Prepare for war, prepare to be the LAST MAN STANDING
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Thank you Old spice for you creations
Award Chart
Excellent
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Sharp Shooter
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Humiliation
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The Score Chart
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent
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Childish Gambino - Asorath
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Jacogos- Seras
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Herr Gentlemen - Isaac Murphy
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Joona - Wired
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AliceMalice15 - Keravnos
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Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar
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Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex
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reddeath5207 - Marco Moore
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Pheonix - Dominus Lupi
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Merry Gentry - Blankety Blank
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Me. E Solves - Blankety Blank
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Hall of lost souls
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The rules AGAIN!!!!!
These are important as they don't exactly follow the rules of role playing as you know them.
No double posting!
There have to be 2 posts between your post and your next post.*Gives everyone a chance. And stops the game from moving too quickly.*
Don't get upset when someone controls your character in their post, you are allowed to do that to make your post good, remember it's about having fun and having complete writing freedom.
Kill posts(Or fragging posts) are only allowed on a player's third tag
If by any chance you run out of Attacking posts then, that's it. You are not dead but you are incapable of posting until the game ends, there is a way to avert this but you'll learn it later on.
Tagging posts inflict some form of damage or impact, but do NOT kill. (Ie you injure the character you are attacking but never kill them)
Killing posts kill a character opening them to a respawn.
Characters respawn automatically, either on their own or by A GM or my CO-GM if it's taking too long.
Remember
Attacked once Lose a tag
Attacked twice Lose a tag
Attacked the third time, Lose Tag and Frag(Life).
Very important rule - Have fun.
Additonal Rules I have thought up since the last Deathmatch
If you do not post in ten days of your last post you will lose a frag. If fifteen days pass without a post you will instantly die and the last player to attack your character will gain your attacks.
Other players are allowed to join in once the game starts but you will gain an equal number of attacks/tags/frags as the player with the lowest Tags/Frags.
I say it again!
Very important rule - Have fun!!
DO NOT POST!!
The School yard
There was once a private school of the highest reputation and the highest of honours in the cool snowy grounds of Moscow Russia. When a new experimental 747 on it's first fight, caught in a back draft was pulled out of the sky and hurtled into a school. Killing over one hundred passengers and school kids aging 10 to 17, male and female.
But this event was never recorded. For, by the hands of the gods, the scene was pulled from the annuls of space and time and turned into the second arena for the second legendary battle set in the name of entertaining the very gods themselves.
They have taken the very scene of wreckage itself and pulled the most horrific ten seconds of carnage after the crash and set it in a loop.
Rock that breaks will recover
The bodies of students that perished will keep perishing.
The screams, the broken bones will repeat....
Forever...
Welcome to the school yard. Welcome to your worst nightmare.
The Layout
These are postable locations.
This safes us from trying to understand where the hell your character is.
Just in case someone forgets to describe that fully
The plane, The school.
The 747
The commercial Airliner that took a nose dive into a well populated public school.
The plane itself will only have three playable areas.
The Cargo room/ Passenger seating
This is the main seating area of the plane, tilted to the left the passenger room's shell is remarkably in tact. but the seating within is nothing like the plane's interior. the interior is completely destroyed with seats up turned, sitting on top of each other. The separate classes, first, business, economy are a mess of broken bodies, limbs and blood. The layout is upturned and cramped, messy. The only way in is through the two emergency escape on the left side of the plane, the plane leading outside to the courtyard. The only other way out is through the cockpit.
The Cockpit
This is the smallest room in the entire room of death, providing very limited moving space.
The small size is not the room's only feature. The entire plane's circuitry has been destroyed but every wire is just was live as ever, sparks burst out of the boards. The amps and volts are huge, big enough to ensure instant death the crew members who'd had the misfortune of being in the cockpit were burned up in seconds, leaving burned and charred chunks of flesh over bone.
Careful of the small playground but be more careful of exposed wires and bits of metal.
The School
Once a stunning location now a death trap, playable across five locations, which location will you kill or be killed?
Teachers lounge
Once a an area where teachers could go over their work and relax during free period, parties even, this medium size room has become the ultimate death trap.
Set upon the third floor of the structure where one of the plane's massive engines was flung the impact of the entire plane crash itself had destroyed the floor itself but the steel support within held and now the room slopes down to the close room below, which would have been fine were it not for the plane's engine which ploughed through the second floor.
Now the teacher's Lounge slopes into the massive jet engine. Having devoured many a hapless teacher caught in the wrong place and the wrong time the blades wait for their next victim.
The Roof
The roof in this case is quite literally on fire, what ever design technique had been used for insulation of the school walls was set up n the roof and was, unfortunatley, quite flammable. Now the roof has turned into a never ending inferno wiping out the attic area leaving only the roof and the floors below.
The roof's integrity is long gone so the slightest misstep could have you falling into a fiery inferno.
So watch your step as the roof regenerates you never know which step is a safe one and which one will send you down below.
Side note the roof generally offers a level of access to all of the rooms, including some on the plane.
The Stairway
The most clear path leading from room to room as it accesses each and every level with the exception of the ground floor. This follows a typical building format with the spiralling stairway. Rise, Straight, Rise, Straight until the top floor. Leaving few flat grounds on which to fight with.
The 747's cockpit smashed through the stair way so if you want to get to the court yard you have to travel through the 747's cockpit them the passenger area then out the exit doors.
The Court yard
The School is set out in a 'n' shape with the one half of the school ravaged by the crash while the other part of the school remained in tact and was left out of the area with the exception of the court yard.
The court yard is basically large field of tar. There the students spend their breaks during the summer playing games like hand ball and the such.
The court yard is easily the clearest room in the arena with the widest space, but one shouldn't get too complacent. The heat of the flame over the grounds, long caked with inches of snow over has turned the snowy floor into an icy nightmare.
The Slope room
The slope room. Situated on the second floor of the grounds this room was formally two separate rooms, a science lab with 12 desks on one side and on the other while the other room is a basic classroom.
The wall dividing the two rooms was crushed in the crush as the entire floor wobbled and the one side dropped leaving a massive slope dropping to windows the threaten to throw anyone out windows to the court yard.
The distance and positioning is measured entirely by the ability of the player. If falling, jump, teleporting or powering through are one of your abilities then you have nothing to worry about. You can pretty much get through everything
Do not post!
"Oh Terrance my good man, I have something I would I like to say to you. Would you mind so kind as to fuck off?" Bob said in his most posh British accent, which essentially was his regular voice since he normally just sounded that pompous. Despite living in the poorest part of Liverpool. Only enough it worked for him.
Terrance wasn't the type to take insults lightly, he'd once hospitalized a man for wearing an arsenal shirt, when he was in a, what he called 'wonky' mood. And yet the minuscule Bob was getting away with it.
He held no leverage over Terrance, and Terrance held no fondness towards Bob. In fact there was a very distinct reason Bob hadn't snapped the man in two.
Bob had sold his soul to the devil. A grand deal that he'd agreed to have erased from his memory. A deal that had run it's course....
Asorath crawled through a tear through the wooden flooring of a three floor apartment before stretching and shivering until the ash from his fur shaken off. It was a good summers day outside and there were souls of the young to be torn from their bodies to he enjoyed but he could not, not while the leash of the devil hung upon him.
Instead the only soul and body he was take belonged to Bob. Asorath made his way through the doors his every step burning into floor boards as he made his way up and passing through the concrete walls leaving a fiery hole in the concrete into Bob's room.
Bob turned his head over Terrance's shoulder, which was an impossibility considering how short Bob was, it was more like he looked across his shoulder. Bob's heart stopped as every thought and action was pulled across the room and away from his mind, tossed out the window and destroyed as the exact memory of the day he sold his soul came back to him.
Bob screamed and dove out the window, Asorath followed, leaving a fiery hole in the window and dove down.
He normally caught the runners. Tearing at them before they touched ground.
But not this time. There was a hand on his hind leg. Looking up he found he was surrounded by four gods. This was tiresome.
I AM A GOD
"That's fantastic" Asorath said exhausted and weary.
SO AM I
I can barely contain myself.
OKAY LOOK I THINK HE IS BEING SARCASTIC
WHY WOULD HE DO THAT WE'RE GODS.
Now their talking as though I'm not there.
WELL YOU"RE TALKING AS THOUGH YOU'RE ACTUALLY TALKING TO SOMEONE
LOOK DAMN YOU WE CAME HERE FOR A REASON.
I figured unless you enjoy looking up a dog's hind legs.
SEE THIS IS WHY DOGS DON'T FUCKING TALK. THEY ARE COMPLETELY SO FULL OF SHIT I'M SURPRISED THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY USE TO MARK THEIR TERRITORIES. I SWEAR THEIR NOT SMELLING EACH OTHERS ASSES THEIR MEASURING HOW FULL OF SHIT THE OTHER DOG IS!
Any day now would be great to point out what you want.
DAMN YOU, DO YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM
For the first time in what could have been a century Asorath found his tail wagging and his demon ear perking up. The very idea of being free of the Devil's leash was the ultimate prize. There was nothing in this world he wanted more. "Fine you have my interest. Talk, quickly."
CHEEKY BASTARD!
NO, THIS IS PERFECT. FIGHT TO THE DEATH BE THE LAST MAN. OF YOU GO!
Asorath blinked twice and found himself in a strange world. Though not strange as in new, there was little in the world that was new, but strange as though new to him. He'd been to many worlds but the strength of magic holding this world together was over whelming. He'd never felt such an intense magical presence, it was large enough to give him the sensation of having the edge of his fur set on fire. The very feeling of it gave him the hope that they honestly could break him of his leash of the devil.
Asorath was in the middle of the open feilld of tar which was covered in slow melting snow. This was the court yard to some building, a school, the school might have looked grant at some point but the massive jet ploughed through the rock of the building ruined the entire effect. He thought he sensed other souls arriving.
"Last man standing. Eh? Deathmatch Eh? I can live with that. I haven't flexed my muscles in quite a while. Centuries even. This should be fun."
Last man standing has begun!
Post your introductory, non attacking post!
THE ATTACKING POSTS WILL BEGIN NEXT WEEK
BE READY!!!!!!!!!!
Jacogos
04-05-2012, 02:02 AM
The target was in sight. The tell-tale dark blue armor was obvious even in the darkness of the Pirates' ship, deep in an ancient part of unexplored space. At least, it was 'officially' unexplored. This last member of the Universal Defense Force was the last of his squad, all of whom had been slain by a single creature, though Seras had no doubt that this man was certain he was about to get swarmed by a massive amount of Pirates. No... No, simple human... You were bested by a single being.
Even if the man had been hard to see in the ship, Seras's thermal tracking lit the human up like... What was that silly human tradition? A Christmas plant? Something like that. The simile worked well enough. The human, leader of his late squad, now turned his gun towards Seras and fired a barrage of bullets. Seras easily leaped out of the way, as he was certain that the human had just got a lucky guess as to where he was in the darkness.
Now... To end this... Distance calculated by the processors that augmented his brain, Seras bounded forward in a single jump, arm blade flashing as it unsheathed from his arm. The red energy hummed as it flew through the air, until it seemed just about to impale the human. The leader turned just in time to see Death come for him-
Everything froze.
Seras blinked, or tried to. Nothing moved. He didn't. The man didn't. Even the planet that was just visible outside the ship didn't, as they SHOULD have been moving at a rather high speed, just over a few hundred thousand kilos per second. Suddenly, Seras dropped to the ground, released from the time suspension, though it didn't seem as it anything else had been as well.
"LOOK HERE, SPACE PIRATE," came a voice. Seras peered up and witnessed four individuals floating above him. If he had eyebrows, they would be raised. This was... highly unusual.
"What are you that you can stop time at will?" Seras demanded of the beings, his voice nearly monotonous and very alien. He spoke in his own language, a crackling, almost insectoid clicking, but the beings seemed to understand and, though their mouths were not suited for it, responded in kind.
"WE ARE GODS." said one.
"I have no gods. What are you?" the Space Pirate retorted, obviously unamused that his kill was swiped from under his nose.
"WE ALWAYS GET THE CHEEKY ONES, DON'T WE?" said another, inciting a small conversation between the four. Seras looked over at the leader and, out of sheer angst, shoved his arm blade through the man's gut.
The 'gods' looked down at him, smirking slightly as he removed the arm blade by retracting it into his arm.
"HE'LL DO. COME ON, PIRATE, YOU'RE COMING WITH US."
Seras blinked. "What? I am not leaving my ship, scum, now-"
"SHUT UP. YOU WILL FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN IN A DEATH MATCH. GOOD LUCK, HAVE FUN."
With that, Seras appeared in a strange place. At first, his thermal sensors overloaded with information, but his processor quickly sorted it out as fire and zeroed the reading to null. He could still see the fire, but he would not need to know how hot it was. Unless it was dangerously hot (not likely) his sensors would not pick up the fire.
Now that he was more in tune, Seras scanned the immediate area. He seemed to be in a large human facility, currently in an open area of some sort. From what he knew of them, this was a learning area, where they sent their young to... gain knowledge of some sort. Of course, that was before the large transportation unit crashed into it. Apparently human engineering still allowed for failure. Such useless creatures... His thermal scanner picked up more heat signatures, but a pause allowed him to realize that the readings were regularly coming alive and dying, coming alive and dying, in a neverending cycle. Seras thought for a moment. These beings that commanded him here must have something to do with this odd cycle... Odd indeed.
TARGETS ACQUIRED! rang out his computer as specific heat signatures were locked on to. These ones did not repeatedly get snuffed out as the others did. For the moment, a few stood where they were, but a few others were moving. Seras felt energy being drawn into his arm cannon as his energy blade swip'd out. The Space Pirate Commando chittered to himself lowly as he began moving forward, towards the building.
It was time for the hunt to begin...
AliceMalice15
04-05-2012, 05:43 AM
Keravnos smirked evilly as the human man bit her neck accepting the bait she had laid. She had followed him as he'd stalked a few plausible victims, small cute looking girls with too small skirts and baggy sweaters mostly. After adjusting her tight blouse and pencil skirt she'd applied a small amount of sparkly pink lip gloss *and did her best to look innocent and lost as she walked into the alley. He'd almost immediately noticed her and made his way toward her.
"Hey you look lost," he'd said talking smoothly, "I know let me show you around."
"Um I-I don't know," she'd said shyly, "I really should be going home...."
"Ah, come on," he'd said trying to sound friendly, "I don't bite sweet heart. Live a little."
"W-well," Keravnos bit her lip an tugged at the bottom of her skirt, "I-I guess it would be.....ok."
"Come on sweet heart," he'd said with a sly grin, "I know a nice little place that's just to die for."
Keravnos gave a "frightened" cry as the man roughly tore at her blouse and pulled on her skirt. Humans were so easy to rile up. Just when she was about to reveal herself and destroy the man for his soul Keravnos felt herself pulled away from the scene and brought forth elsewhere. Not an unusual feeling, but an unwelcome one all the same.
Keravnos sighed and crossed her legs under herself before looking up at the gods who surrounded her.
Well well well what have we here? How may I offer my services?
What an oddly complacent reply from a lust demon. No cheeky remarks?
Why? Were you hoping for some? You did interrupt my lunch.*
I think she will be quite entertaining don't you?
I should say so. She's not as cheeky as the others, but she is still full of fire.
I'm also right here. I don't mean to seem rude, but I'm getting bored. Can we please get on to why you've brought me here?
Alright, alright it's time we told you I suppose. You are going to entertain us demon.
A fight!
To the death!
Do have fun ofcourse! Hee hee hee!
Keravnos frowned as she was once again transported away to another place. When she found herself awkwardly jammed between airplane seats and dead/dying bodies Keravnos' frown deepened. Sighing she pulled her legs back extricating herself from the mass of dying people who moaned and flailed about her and gave a massive kick which sent people and chairs flying into the opposite side of the cabin. Great she was stuck in a god damned plane. Some of the chairs had punched through the cabin's shell and allowed her small glimpses of the surrounding area. A high school? Who the fuck creates a battle arena in a high school?
Keravnos rubbed her temples sorely. These gods were starting to get on her nerves already. It was an intriguing game, true, but she wasn't all that excited to be fighting to the death especially if it meant hers. She would rather stay alive thank you very much.
"Well come on then Widow," she said to her chain, "let's go find some poor soul to kill and get this over with. I'm ready to get out of here and take a hot bath."
Phoenix
04-06-2012, 03:43 AM
"Hello Simon." A voice calls over through a speaker in a small solitary white room. "This is our third crisis meeting this week." It calls again. The voice deep, but calming and friendly. It seems generally concerned. "What's going on Simon?"
"..Nothing.." A small child, the age of thirteen comes into view sitting at a blank metal table. A single light shines over him, almost in his eyes, blinding him from his interviewer. The fair skinned child sits there in denim overalls, no shirt, and a white hat that seems to resemble a skull of sorts. His dark curly hair pokes out from the front of his hat.
"Six people in intensive care.." The interviewer speaks again from the shadows surrounding the room. He seems very concerned and not in the least agitated. "That's not nothing Simon." His voice changes tone slightly, pointing out to the child that his actions were actually something compared to the child's previous statement.
"It's not me." Simon states quickly and honestly, almost out of reflex. His words seem to be monotone at this point. He looks up slightly in the general direction of the speaker.
"That's going to be hard to prove." the interviewer's voice goes back to concern as if he is the one that will be trying to convince the others that the kid had nothing to do with injuring the people in intensive care. The deep male voice continues after a small pause. "But if it's not you, who is it?" His voice not turns to intrigue.
Simon shrugs slightly as if he honestly doesn't know. "Somebody else." He puts his head down on the table slightly and the light goes out. The kid sits there still, no concerned about the light going out. He seems used to the darkness as if it is something that happens often. Screams are heard, blood curdling screams. The light flashes and flickers a few times, a dark figure stands behind the child. More screams are heard and the audible sound of blood splattering cuts the screams down. The light flickers again red, covered in blood. Another scream is heard, but is silences again to the sound of blood dropping to the ground and spraying all over the walls.
No more screams sound for a while and the light turns back on, still red from the blood on it. Simon sits in his chair still with his head down on the table. He seems to not be phased by all that happened. The dark figure that once stood behind him is no longer there. The glass window across from him is shattered, showing all the mayhem that took place in the darkness.
'Whoa Simon.... What did you do here?' A new voice sounds, seeming now to come from nowhere. No speakers, no souls, nothing to give sound. 'We have underestimated you Simon.' The voice states again. 'Much more impressive than the others'
The child smirks slightly before the smirk fades and Simon seems to be in pain. He falls back in his chair, grabbing at his head. 'Simon!' The voice calls out to him. 'Simon! What's wrong?!' The voice calls again in hurry. The child still grabs his head and falls out of his chair, rolling around on the ground still seeming to be in pain.'This one had so much promise too...' The voice trails out.
The light goes out once more and a new voice sounds. One mixed with the child's and another, much deeper and darker voice. "Where do you think you are going?" It speaks directly to the voice that was once talking to Simon. "Don't turn your back on me benevolent one." A large pillar of flame bursts from the ground where the child once was, charring and exploding the body.
'And who might you be, mighty warrior..'
"Your worst nightmare." A laugh is heard, a very dark evil voice.
'Another demon. Huh, thought we hit our quota of those today already.'
"Shut up!" The flame bursts from the ground again, showing the figure of a tall, muscular figure bathed in metal armor. In his right hand is a mighty double crescent battle axe and in his left is the heads of all that were killed today. "Now then..." He says after a brief pause, ".. What did you want the kid for?"
...Uh... Well... The voice started out, kind of unsure now what to say to this demon, it was unlike any that had previously encountered. 'There is a great tournament that the kid was expected to compete in'
The demon looks down at the once body of the boy named Simon. He kicks it around with his foot slightly. "It's a shame. He was my favorite physical body to manipulate." He laughs again and looks up to where the voices seem to be coming. "So what of this tournament?"
'.. Guys.. What... What should I do?'
'Send him. I like this one.'
'A-Are you sure?'
'Yeeeess....'
'Don't talk like that, you're kinda creeping me out.'
'waka waka waka waka...' Darkness put out the flames from the demon and a void was created sucking him into it. 'Enjoy the fight til the death.'
'AND REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN!!!'
'We didn't even get his name.' The voices stopped and the void opened up, landing the demon in a vacant lot that housed a school. He looked over the scene, seeing nothing of a threat. A loud sound of an engine sounded and then a large boom. And explosion. An airplane slammed into the side of the school, killing most on the plane and incinerating the rest. The children screamed, dying slowly from the fire. Those closest to the flames had their flesh blistered and peeled from their bone. Jet fuel sprayed the building encasing it in flames. The screams stopped a brief moment and then started again. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as though the time was rewinding, keeping everything alive and letting them suffering.
The demon laughed as he enjoyed the sight and the screams. "I'm home..." He spoke out and began to walk toward the school. He stopped a moment and his head twitched. "There are more here than just me." He sensed at least two more demons and one other. "Hmm.. Fun. These must be the other 'combatants.'"
Taven Wolfe
04-07-2012, 07:55 AM
Eli approached his first mate, snapping his fingers infront of the man's face to get a response. Everything around him was frozen in place; the sea, the gulls, his crew doing their daily duties. . . All but him. The young pirate was on a voyage to discover the fountain of youth, wanting to keep himself just the way he was now. Handsome. They were close to the location of the fabled fountain, with tales of mysticism protecting the island. He wondered if this was the island's doing, but he would have been frozen in place along with his crew so there was no telling what it could be. His feet had suddenly lifted off the ground, and up he went into the clouds, immediately finding himself within a realm of pitch black nothingness. "Eli Rex," a voice called out to him from every direction, with Eli trying to find the body which it belonged to. "We have chosen you to partake in a tournament," the voice echoed, "A fighting tournament."
"A fighting tournament? Why was I chosen for such a thing?," asked an angered Eli, aggrivated by the fact he was pulled away from his target which was so close. "If you are the last man standing, there is no need to find the fountain of youth, for we shall grant you immortality," the voice had informed him. Eli took a breath to say his part but it was already too late. With a sudden flash, Eli heard nothing but horrific cries of pain, catching a whiff of flesh being cooked by raging flames. He was surrounded by it, feeling the intense heat lick at his cheeks as it all suddenly started over as if it had been stuck within a time space.
Eli stood on the roof of a building he could not identify from his point of view, only seeing a large metal object that had somehow collided with it. "I see, this is not my world. Where has that being put me, I wonder. Everything is stuck in time," he thought to himself, walking over to the edge of the roof with no worries of falling through. He could see more of this large metal object, hearing more blood curdling screams coming from within. Eli tightened his bandana, adjusted his pack's straps, and snapped his knuckles. His surroundings looked like hell itself. . . But he knew there was more hell to come, more hell to be unleash. He wasn't happy, but he never passed up a fight, never in his twenty years.
Koti~
04-11-2012, 11:20 PM
Arjent stood in the center of 12 men, each grinning like idiots while staring at him. Arjent sighed, looking down at the broken Sake bottle in his hand, the liquid splashed down his legs. Each man had a sword drawn, grinning wickedly at Arjent, a wanted man by his own right. Sighing again, he tossed the rest of the broken sake bottle to the side and tossed off his hat, watching as it landed on the edge of the nearby store where he had just left.
“Ya know, I just bought that damn bottle, and was hoping to have some tonight.” Arjent said, almost completely bored. His hands found their way to the hilt of both swords, making them chink some in the dead silence of the air. Each man hesitated and stepped back, before remembering that they had him outnumbered greatly.
“We don’t care, Arjent of the flash. We have you out numbered 12 to 1, so come along and we won’t have to mess you up… to bad.” The lead man said, sneering with a nasty smile, missing at least two teeth that could be seen from the grin. Arjent sighed, cursing his luck for running into these people tonight.
“12 to one? Hardly seems like a fair warm-up… for me.” Arjent said, drawing both blades and looking at each of them in the eyes, bored eyes meeting angry and greedy ones. The man in front, his face now contorted to rage, rushed forward, sword raised above his head to deliver a downwards slash. Arjent blocked with ease and released a charge on his blade, sending the man flying backwards from the current that flared through his body. The man flew back into the wall, smoke trailing of his body as it jerked every now and then.
The other men rushed, each swinging, slashing, and stabbing to score any damage. Arjent lazily jumped out of the way, landing on air above the bewildered men. Drawing his second sword, he brought them down on the men, lighting lashing from his blades as he sunk them into the neck of his victims, lightning searing the wounds shut.
This man seems highly interesting
“Hm? Is someone hiding?” Arjents said, wiping his left blade clean, right one still sparking
We are gods, here to offer you the chance for
“Don’t care, fuck off, and I just want to drink sake in peace.”
But you could win so much more!
“I repeat, Fuck off, I just want to drink sake in peace”
Well, fuck you too buddy, you’re going to fight in a match to the death for a world of riches, and like it damnit!
“I said” Arjent started, before getting whisked off in burst of light, his hat spinning in place as men finally looked outside in interest.
…”Fucking gods” Arjent said, standing in a pile of melting snow, both blades back in their sheath. He looked around where he was warped, and could see a strange large metal dragon half embedded inside a large building made of odd shaped material. He sighed again as other people began to appear, the sounds of screaming echoing from the burning building.
“I just wanted some fucking Sake, is that too much to ask?” He looked to the sky, half remembering that he didn’t have his hat on him.
Joona
04-12-2012, 01:07 AM
He'd been minding his own business, wasting his time away on top of his friend's bar. The number of assignments he received had dwindled greatly ever since Destrati stepped in the scene. Who knew a tenacious detective would put even the most notorious black market lords cowering in their villas? It would be most opportune for Wired to kill all of them one by one right now, but Destrati didn't let anybody who he deemed a miscreant escape. Unfortunately for Wired, he fit that category to a t, forcing the redhead to take a backseat for now. It wasn't his choice, really, but with Calrona adamant that he 'retire' for the time being until Destrati was forced out of the scene, Wired had no choice but to keep hiding and wait for the next mission.
Yawning, he glanced at the wall clock. Five minutes to four in the afternoon, and he had done absolutely nothing productive. That's what his friend would say anyway, to which Wired would retort to with, “Breathing is productive.”
Oh indeed it is.
“God, Bill, did you buy another one of those voice changer thing?” he grumbled, turning to his side to face the door. Nobody was there though, and the door's lock was undisturbed.
My name's not Bill, but I am a god.
“Okay what tric-”
Anyway would you like a mission? I'm sure you're extremely bored out of your mind after months of hiding.
“Uh n-”
There'll be killing! Lots of it! Don't you want that?
“Just wait a min-”
Of course you do! Let's get you transported so that we can start soon!
“Wha- whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?”
He hit the floor with a thud, eliciting a groan from him. As if that wasn't enough, gravity started pulling him down. It was only then that he realized the floor sloping down to a what seemed like a bed of sharp blades. Wired wanted to know what it really was but decided that he valued his life more than knowing what was waiting for him below.
Closing his eyes, he felt the air shift around him. It was the normal feeling whenever he teleports from one place to another. What was not the norm was feeling sharp bits of metal poking at his skin. Opening just one eye, he let out a groan.
“Of all the places... why did it have to be the most cramped one!?” he whined, eying the curious looking buttons and meters with disdain. If he deduced correctly, he was in some cockpit in the middle of nowhere.
ChiliChiliWongo
04-14-2012, 12:40 AM
Marco looked at the luxurious looking mansion, plotting his way in. He had been hiding in the thick trees and shrubs that surrounded the building. He pulled out his blade and licked his sword with a snake like tongue. He could tell there were about three men on each corner and two between those groups. The advantage of being a native of this land, unlike the men guarding the building. "The middle it is." he mumbled and jumped from the tree. Normally, it would kill or maim a man to jump from so high. However, he decreased the gravity on his body, causing him to land light as a feather. He quickly ran to where he knew only two men guarded.
He came upon two men dressed in suites. 'Such a cliche.' he thought. He grabbed one mans neck and hefted him up. As quickly as he lifted him up, he smashed the man into the ground, crushing his throat and snapping his neck. He turned on the other man just as he was drawing a gun. "Nope." Marco said, slicing his hand off above his thumb. He thrust the blade at his head to finish him off.
Suddenly, his surroundings changed. He was surrounded by a group of men. "Who the hell are you guys?"
What's this wretch?
Some kind of mercenary. Seemed a little interesting.
"God dammit!" Marco shouted. "You nimrods interfered with a very good job! I needed the money from that one!"
Cheeky bastard.
We are gods. We have come to bring you to a tournament. A fight where there will be only one survivor.
Marco sensed a large prize for whoever won this.
The winner will be awarded a great... prize.
Marco smiled. "I'm in."
Soon as the words left his mouth, he was transported to a new location. He immediately began to slide down the floor. "Nope." he mumbled. He stabbed his blade into the ground and held onto it. He looked around around. the rooms floor was slanted, leading anything to fall out some windows. he tasted the air and grimaced. Burning flesh. But around that were other smell. Possibly other contenders. "This is interesting."
Azazeal849
04-16-2012, 01:49 PM
The twin suns were setting, disappearing behind a low cloud to turn the stream that ran through the bottom of the trench from bronze to slate grey. The trench had been carved by a ruined starship that now lay like a beached whale in the middle of the vast scar it had sliced in the landscape. There was little or no movement around the ship, and the lack of activity made the scene almost tranquil. This tranquility was at stark odds with the carnage unfolding inside its torn hull.
On the bridge of the ISV Kran, at the forward end of the overrun deck 1, a single human in a blue Inuit corporation uniform stood guard over the teleporter array that the last of his comrades had just vanished through. He had volunteered to cover their escape; and to guide any other survivors who managed to fight their way to the bridge, but he knew by now that no-one else was coming. All he could hear over the radio from the rest of the ship was screaming. The flattened cylinder of an ASMD rifle was gripped tightly in his sweating hands.
“Come on then you alien bastards!” he hissed, training his weapon on the force-fielded entrance to the bridge.
Suddenly the deck shuddered, followed a moment later by all the lights going out. The force-field went with it, its comforting hum fading. The ship’s computer, surreally calm, cut through the silence.
“Main battery power, offline.”
There was the tiniest whisper of movement in the black. The human’s energy weapon strobed once, twice, the blue flashes lighting up the dark and illuminating something big and saurian as it darted across the bridge towards him. The thing had read his aim perfectly and it twisted through the air like a gymnast, the energy bolts slicing through the air a harmless six inches from its body.
The human did not get the chance to fire a third shot. He doubled up as two serrated blades attached to the alien’s left wrist slammed into his abdomen, the bloodied tips exploding from his back as he was lifted into the air. An identical pair of blades attached to the alien’s right wrist came up, slowly, to rest just in front of his eyes. The human made a coughing, choking noise. The only sound from the alien was a low, leonine growl. The alien towered over its victim, an inhuman powerhouse of lightning speed and whipcord muscle. A thick tail switched back and forth behind its waist, and scaly dreadlocks cascaded down its back.
In the pitch blackness the human never properly saw his executioner. The alien, on the other hand, could see him just fine. With his acute night vision, Shrk’Jaar watched with a kind of detached interest as the light left the human’s eyes and he went limp, still spitted on the razik blades jutting from the Skaarj warrior's left fist. Then he twisted the double blades, his powerful wrist taking the torque with ease as he broke the suction of the human’s flesh and let the corpse fall off the blades. He straightened, thick ropes of muscle contracting beneath green scales on the few areas of skin that were not covered by the overlapping plates of his armour. His movements were measured and economical, perfectly designed for the efficient application of violence.
Shrk’Jaar was a killing machine genetically engineered to perfection, but he and his fellow soldiers of the Skaarj warrior caste were not trained solely to kill. They were trained to conquer. They were trained to win. It was an important distinction. While there was an undeniable element of bloodlust in the Skaarj psyche, it did not form the whole of their being, and so there was more reason behind the extermination of these humans than simple aggression and xenophobia. If any of the ISV Kran’s crew survived, they might find a way to call for help and thus reveal the Skaarj presence on the planet. That would in turn jeopardise their current monopoly on tarydium, the wondrous blue crystal that had been discovered here and which had the potential to ensure Skaarj domination of the known galaxy. That was the ultimate goal of Shrk’Jaar and the rest of his clan - to allow the Skaarj Empire to rise to its rightful position as the dominant power in the universe.
And to a lesser extent, to allow the rise of their own clan. The Empire was a loosely united affair, forged from hive clans that had existed since the dawn of the Skaarj homeworld, and some of those clans had rivalries stretching back almost as far. Most conflict now took the form of political manoeuvring between the Queens rather than open warfare, but even with their servants’ efforts focussed outward towards the greater goal of galactic supremacy, the clans still jostled for position in the Empire hierarchy. Controlling the flow of tarydium and, at least for the moment, being the only clan to do so, would shift the balance of power in Shrk’Jaar’s Queen’s favour.
It pleased Shrk’Jaar’s sense of honour that he was furthering the cause of his Empire and his Queen as he moved to the blood-spattered teleporter console the human had been defending. The blocky script of human writing meant nothing to him, but the map on the central screen, superimposed with a yellow grid and with a red icon flashing near the centre, was easy enough to interpret.
“The survivors have teleported to the native village near the spire mountain.” he reported to Ess’Rath as his immediate superior came running up behind him, flanked by the rest of his squad. The taller, heavier Skaarj officer stepped forward to look at the console himself, moving with a deadly, graceful ease in his full suit of black armour.
“After them.” Ess’Rath replied curtly, “I will signal blue team and instruct them to occupy the spire to cut them off.”
“Uhr gt’cha!” Shrk’Jaar and the other Skaarj snarled in acknowledgement, and ran towards the teleporter array as it lit up purple. Shrk’Jaar was the first through, and there was a flash of light as he was instantly beamed off the ship. He felt his armoured boots touch down on solid ground a moment later.
And almost immediately began to slide.
At first, he thought it was the vertigo of the teleport and he shook his head to clear it, but he continued to fall, and as his vision cleared he realised that something was wrong. A smell of burning assaulted his nostrils and his ears were filled with a high, mechanical shriek. The ground underfoot was not the soft moss of the tarydium planet. His fellow Skaarj were nowhere to be seen. Instead, he found himself in a partially collapsed room whose floor had given way, forming a steep ramp down into the still-spinning blades of a giant turbine. Lightning reflexes saved him, and he used what little purchase he had to launch himself forward and up, digging his razik blades into the splintered floorboards. He rolled up onto a flatter area of floor, cursing loudly, the howl of the turbine still loud in his ears. Glancing around, he abruptly registered the three humans in garish attire who were standing by the window, watching him. He reacted instinctively, raising his hands towards the three and clenching them into fists. His razik bracers responded automatically to the nerve impulse and the narrow tube set between each pair of blades flared to life, ejecting bright stars of plasma towards the humans.
The plasma bolts didn't impact. They didn't even flare and die as the magnetic fields holding them together destabilised. They simply vanished into thin air.
One of the humans cocked his head. "That's not very polite." He spoke in perfect Skaarj, despite his human vocal chords being almost fundamentally incompatible with the language. Shrk'Jaar suddenly found himself being slammed back against the far wall by an invisible force, hard enough to drive him to his knees.
"Who are you?" he snarled, bringing his blade claws up into guard position.
"Alien, human or demon, always the same question. This is getting tiresome."
"He's slow, this one." said another one of the humans, "A hundred souls says he goes out first."
"You're on."
"We, little lizard man," put in the third, "Are gods."
Gods? Unlike their Krall vassals, or the four-armed natives of the tarydium planet, the Skaarj were not a religiously-minded species. Shrk’Jaar scoffed at the assertion.
"Laugh all you like, you cheap Predator knock-off." shrugged the first god, "You'll still have to fight for your life. Oh, by the way, you're here to fight for your life. Last man standing is the winner. Have fun!"
And with that, they vanished. Shrk'Jaar had been about to make a move towards them, but the view through the window they had been standing in front of gave him pause. He could see out into a paved courtyard, covered in snow that was rapidly melting into slush from a fire burning just out of sight. With his keen hunter's vision he picked out a figure, moving with purpose among the melting snow. Strangely dressed and equipped, to be sure, but there was no mistaking the creature for what it was. A human. There were humans here!
Shrk’Jaar bared his fangs, hissing through the short tusks that protruded from either side of his mouth. Despite being an inferior species, the humans’ martial skills were worthy of caution and respect. It seemed that whatever the true nature of these “gods”, their declaration that he would have to fight for his life appeared to have been correct.
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Mr E solved -15/09/03 (*PRESSURING OF V IS REQUIRED*)
Wait for my first attacking post to post an attacking post ^^
Was supposed to do it today sorry...
Asorath felt many competitors arrive along with him but each of them appeared to have arrived in different parts of the school grounds. Various souls of various types roaming around the arena.
The battle had kicked off and he'd be damned if he was going to hesitate.
He hairs no the back of his neck rose, he wasn't alone on the open court yard there was another who had foolishly been dropped on the same location as him.
Slowly Asorath turned, taking slow deliberate steps towards what would be his first target. There were many killers out there with him and it was very likely that they would be coming for him at some point during the battle limiting how much time he'd be allowed to spend on a single opponent before he had to make a run of it of his own to keep from being hit from behind.
His eyes searched from the man through the fire and through the cold. The whole scene was unreal. Cold snow, hot flame. There was everything here!
His ceyes caught sight of the man, only this was no man. That was this creature? He'd heard talk of demons and hounds who had to work on lands outside of the lands of the humans but he'd never confronted one before. It must have been something powerful if it were to be included in such a high stakes battle.
Fangs bared his blood amulet activated, drawing power from all the souls he had retrieved within his life time. His muscles bulged, his bones grew dense, sinew bulged and his power grew, the very snow beneath him melted under the intense pressure and, despite being meters away, he pounced.
He was nothing but a singular drawing a line through the ice and melting snow right at his target, the tusked alien known as Seras. Barred teeth right past the creature tearing armour and flesh across the alien's right arm before Asorath touched ground, his nails digging into the ice to prepare for a second attack. It wasn't enough the snow and melting ice was too soft to allow footing, if he didn't make a plan he'd fall and leave himself exposed.
In mid slide he called upon the power of the amulet and jumped up and phased right into the school building as though there were no wall there are moved up the stairway, regaining his foot.
He hadn't killed the beast but he'd done some damage that was what mattered most. He'd have another chance. The match had only just begun after all.
Asorath Tags Seras
14/09/03
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That is an attacking post!
You can tell it's an attacking post by what's happened in the post itself and what is written at the bottom. My character TAGS Jac's character.
I used to have
15/09/03 stats
but since I used up an attack I now have
14/09/03
Since Jac's character was tagged. He losses a tag. So as it stands his stats would look like....
15/08/03
Hope you understand and let the games begin!
Azazeal849
04-21-2012, 03:03 PM
Shrk’Jaar turned on his heel as he heard a low growling sound from beyond the room, barely audible over the howl of the turbine. He crossed the room and stepped through the open doorway to find himself at the top of a stairwell. It was of human design, steps and landings alternating down in a square configuration. Further down the stairs were buckled and debris had been thrown across the landing, where the nosecone of a great aircraft seemed to have ploughed into the building. Just above that, something was stalking up the stairs towards him.
It was like no creature Shrk’Jaar had ever seen - quadrupedal but with grotesquely overdeveloped front legs, with thick spines jutting from its shoulders and pale skin stretched tight over an angular skull. It raised its long head towards him and snarled viciously.
Shrk’Jaar hooked one arm over the metal banister and fired a plasma bolt down towards the creature. He was not prepared for it to leap into the air just before the bolt demolished the landing in a shower of molten metal. The creature jumped straight up, clearing both floors with a single bound and barrelling into Shrk’Jaar, who was caught off guard and went down hard on his back with the monstrous hound on top of him. He crossed his razik blades in front of his face, putting a barrier of metal between him and the creature trying to close its jaws around his head. The creature growled and snapped, trying to find a way past the razor-sharp blades. Its clawed feet gouged at Shrk’Jaar’s armour, leaving parallel furrows in the ceramic mesh.
Shrk’Jaar managed to get one foot against the creature’s underbelly and kicked out with explosive force, muscles uncoiling like steel springs. The creature was sent flying backwards; it twisted through the air to land feet first against the wall and for a split second it seemed to hang there, claws digging into the plaster, fanged mouth snarling, before dropping down the stairwell and out of sight.
Shrk’Jaar executed a backward roll to regain his feet, and immediately turned to sprint back through the demolished lounge area. He didn’t have time to tangle with whatever native wildlife this deathtrap planet held; he needed to get to higher ground and gain his bearings. Swinging himself out through the smashed window, he dug his razik blades into a crack in the concrete overhead and used that arm to launch himself onto the flat roof three metres above. Biting cold and a sharp gust of wind greeted him as he reached the exposed topside of the building.
The Skaarj warrior growled warily; one of the humans was already here. The human stood at the opposite side of the roof looking down, the wind tugging at his loose shirt. To Shrk’Jaar’s eyes he seemed young, but he carried himself with confidence, cracking his knuckles and adjusting the straps of the leather pack on his back as he surveyed the devastation below. He spun round immediately as he heard Shrk’Jaar land, and for a moment the two regarded each other across the rooftop. Smoke curled up through cracks in the roof between them, and a few areas had collapsed under the aircraft impact.
The young human didn’t seem to recognise what Shrk’Jaar was. He cocked his head and said something in the human tongue, two throwing knives finding their way into his hands.
“Uhr gt’cha!” Shrk’Jaar challenged him, and threw his fists forward to send two bolts of plasma jousting from his paired razik. At the same time he launched himself at the human, twin sets of blades extended towards him. The human reacted fast for one of his species, and his knives came speeding through the air towards Shrk’Jaar. One glanced off the Skaarj warrior's armour; the other whistled past his cheek, close enough to slash a thin red line from his tusk to his ear hole. Shrk’Jaar’s plasma bolts hit the ground in front of the human just as he had intended, disintegrating the roof even as the human tried to leap aside out of the blast radius. With a yelp he disappeared down the hole.
Shrk’Jaar hit the ground, rolled, came up and skidded to a stop just before the smouldering edges of the hole, driven back by a tongue of flame that burst up through the opening from the burning attic space below. He couldn’t see where his target had ended up, but as he stalked round the roof’s edge to take a closer look something in his peripheral vision made him spin round in alarm. Impossibly, one of the human’s knives had turned in the air and was coming back towards him. Lightning reflexes saved him even as his alien brain struggled to process the impossibility of what he was seeing, and he swiped out with his right arm. The twin blades jutting from his bracer intercepted the speeding knife and knocked it harmlessly aside. To Shrk’Jaar’s consternation, the knife straightened from its wild spin, turned in the air, and came at him again. This time it got past his defences, thunking into his armoured breastplate. It bounced off and came finally to rest on the ground, but the impact was enough to knock Shrk’Jaar back a step, and that was enough to cause him to slip and fall from the edge of the roof. Roaring in frustration, the Skaarj warrior turned in the air and dug his razik blades into the wall to slow his descent. Sparks flew from the blades as he slid down towards the fuselage of the crashed aeroplane. Just what was he dealing with here?
Below the roof, Eli Rex stopped holding himself flat against the ceiling with his hands and feet against the support beams, and swung his legs down, carefully avoiding losing his grip which would have plunged him into the burning attic below. He was singed from the plasma flash, and some splinters from the explosion had buried themselves in his skin, but he was otherwise unharmed. Nothing a seasoned pirate couldn’t ignore.
“Well,” he muttered as he pulled himself up out of his hiding place, “That was a close one…”
Shrk’Jaar tags Eli Rex.
Koti~
04-21-2012, 04:19 PM
“Well, it seems like the fighting has begun” Arjent said as he watched a strange metallic looking beast attack another horned alien before dashing through the school. Sitting on what seemed to be dense air, he frowned at the odd beasts. Legends from his time spoke of strange and mythological demons of many a style, but he never believed them, until now. Not when two had confronted each other, the other running before the tusked beast could react. He frowned, pulling out his left blade while looking down at the beast. Dismounting the square of air, he hopped down to stand a few inches above the air, giving himself a solid steady platform to work on.
“Hey insect dude. I don’t mean anything by it, but I figured if I kill you, I could get home quicker, and enjoy my sake. So please don’t take this the wrong way… You just happen to be in my way.” Arjent declared at the thing, causing the thing to turn its head.
Pressing off the platform, he landed behind the beast just as it had turned, lightning flaring inside his blade. Swinging down hard, he planned to bring it down on the beasts head, but was met with the creatures uninjured arm, lighting arching across the metal. Reacting, he brought his second up, activating it as it left its sheath to clash with the blade he had already pulled out, creating a slight boom as the two opposing forces met, sending both flying backwards against the icy ground.
“You are resilient… please bring me a good fight, cause I am missing out on good sake to kill your damn ass.” Arjent said, standing a few inches above the snow as dust settled where they had both stood. His blades flared now and again with lightning as Arjent frowed, shifting his left foot forward while turning his right, settling down into a loose, yet stable fighting pose.
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Arjent Tags Seras
14/09/03
Phoenix
04-23-2012, 04:01 PM
The large demon walked around this school finding himself standing in a cold white powdery substance. 'What is this sorcery.' He started to speak and looked down at the cold ground. The snow melted instantly around his feet. 'This dreadful stuff. I remember the last time I dealt with you.' He kicked at a pile of snow made from a drift. The snow launched into the air and melted into water droplets. He smirked and slammed his foot back to the ground, cracking part of the earth and warming the entire area with a small inferno.
In the distance the demon felt something. Something he hasn't felt for a long time. 'Cant be...' he spoke softly. 'No matter. Let me check it out.' He dashed through the snow toward the presence he felt, but by the time he got there it was all gone. He cried out in frustration. But he was face to face with something entirely different. He now faced two creatures, a human looking samurai and a reptilian looking commando. It seemed as though they were the ones fighting all along. 'I guess this place has been throwing off my senses.'
The demon moved between the two life forms. 'State your names.' He commanded, but neither responded. 'Answer me!' He yelled out as fire bursted from the ground sending both men reeling back. The snow and ice covered ground around them now reverted to its normal asphalt. He watches as each man seemed unphased. 'I am Dominus Lupi and I am here for your souls!' He yelled at the two men.
The two men looked at each other passed Lupi. The both nodded putting their difference aside and ambushed the demon. The dashed in slicing at him, the samurai going low and the commando going high. Dominus Lupi jumped dodging the low attack from the lightning samurai and simply blocked the attack from the commando. The two men dropped, landing on top of each other. They gathered themselves just in time to avoid a crushing blow from the mighty battle ax of the demon. the two men rolled to either side and bounced up to their feet.
Quickly the rushed in again the lightning samurai slashed and stabbed repeatedly at the demon with awesome speed. The demon simply spun his ax back and forth blocking each strike. 'Is that all you have weakling?' He taunted and pushed him back with the back end of his ax. The samurai dug his feet into the ground and slid back. He jumped at the demon coming down with his sword aimed at the demons neck. His blade sparked with electricity. The demon grinned wide and shoved his ax at the samurai. He was forced to swing quicker and block the attack from the demon.
The attack from Lupi sent the samurai back with an exlosion of fire. He caiught himself, but was too far back to attack again. He watched as the commando now attacked, attwmpting to gut the demon. The attack was quickly sidestepped and the commando was clotheslined to the ground with the blade of the demon's mighty battle ax. The blade ripped into the commando's armor and into his flesh. He fell bleeding out. 'End of the road for you.. GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!!' Dominus Lupi reached into the commando's wound and dug around with his hand. The demon's arm caught fire as he grabbed something and pulled it out, the first from his arm cauterized the wound sealing off the wound. The damage was done, most of the commando's blood was on the floor now anyway. The demon cried out and raised his arm in the sky presenting his trophy. In his arm was the heart of the commando. He looked down the way to the samurai. 'You are worthy of life. Now get out of here before I kill you next.'
Dominus Lupi frags Seras
14/9/3
Jacogos
04-23-2012, 11:58 PM
White blinding light greeted his descent into afterlife... or so Seras thought. It wasn't until the Space Pirate began to see an all too familiar surrounding that he realized he was back in the burning, repetitive-world. Swearing in his own language, the commando tried to remember what had gone wrong...
Something that looked like a quadrupedal animal attacked him and cut through his right arm in a surprise attack. He SHOULD have felt it coming, the thing was giving off massive amounts of heat, but still it got him... Then some human got the jump on him as well, giving him a nice one to his other arm as he had failed to dodge properly... And Seras wasn't even about to begin to wonder what the hell that last thing one... The insectoid felt at his chest where he remembered the burning arm had reached in and pulled out his -unpronounceable word here-.
Rage built in the Space Pirate as he scoured his immediate surroundings. He was on top of the building, where the time flux of the 'world' caused parts of the 'floor' to fall away over and over again. What was worse, there was no one within the general vicinity that Seras could murder. Swearing quietly to himself in his alien language, Seras switched to thermal vision and looked around after the computer readjusted.
There, descending from the roof. Seras locked on to the heat signature given off by a rather grotesque being and launched himself from the rooftop. Seras cleared a fifty yard line in a single leap, taking him almost to the edge of the roof, then hopped off the crumbling structure, following the green thing.
Shrk'Jaar was just landing on the plane's fuselage, his slowed descent allowing Seras to catch up within mere moments. The green alien peered back up at the roof, still thrown-off by those knives the human had, which was what allowed him to realize that there was something falling at him.
All he had time for was to bring up his arms before Seras's feet landed square in his face. As it stood, Shrk'Jaar fell backwards under the weight of the insectoid thing bearing down upon him, landing with a thud against the plane's metal body. The weight of the landing hurt like hell, but not much damage done. However, Seras wasn't done. Since he had left the rooftop, he had been charging his arm cannon, though that wasn't very long. Even up close, the weak charge only singed the creature's hide, but the burns could take their toll. As soon as the blast was let off, the commando launched himself off of the creature, arm blade ripping through the metal of the plane to land in the cargo hold.
Seras tags Shrk'Jaar
14/06/02
Azazeal849
04-24-2012, 06:23 PM
Shrk’Jaar growled, tail lashing for balance as he rolled back onto his feet to follow the armoured insectoid that had attacked him. Adrenaline took the edge off the pain as he dropped through the opening that his assailant had just disappeared through, twisting his body to avoid the jagged aluminium edges. The aircraft interior stank of death - the throat-seizing mix of blood and excrement that made lesser species recoil. Shrk’Jaar recognised the scent of humans in amongst the reek, and sure enough there were human corpses piled towards the front of the plane, limbs tangled and milk-white under a glaze of red. Somewhere in the mess, one of the humans was still shrieking, frustrating Shrk’Jaar’s sensitive hearing and making him want to run his razik blades through the pile of bodies so he could better hear more threatening noises. With all the cabin lights out, it was surprisingly dark in the aircraft fuselage, the only source of illumination the weak daylight filtering in through the porthole windows and the gash in the hull that the insectoid had so recently carved.
Into this hell Shrk’Jaar dropped, falling into a low crouch in the central isle with his arms spread wide and his eyes closed tight. Twin balls of plasma flared from his wrists, sending a blinding flash sweeping the length of the cabin. One detonated against the rear bulkhead, showering molten metal, while the other hit the wall that surrounded the stairway leading up to the first class lounge. Shrk’Jaar’s head jerked up, his eyes opening with their night vision preserved to take advantage of his flash-blinded foe. But as he snapped his head left and right, he couldn’t see the insectoid.
“Frek’ta su’rakh!” he swore under his breath as he caught sight of the hole down into the cargo hold that the insectoid must have dropped through. He started towards it, muscles uncoiling like steel springs, but instead he found himself dragged backwards as something black and barbed wrapped itself around his left forearm. Shrk’Jaar cursed the dying humans that had nullified his senses of smell and hearing as he was thrown towards the back of the cabin, rebounding painfully off a trio of central seats. He managed to twist and land on his feet, skidding backwards with residual momentum until he regained his balance and was able to plant his feet with razik blades held forward towards this new antagonist.
A lithe creature that had been hiding among the bodies uncoiled itself to stand opposite him. It looked like another human, a female, but had a pair of sleek horns curving out of its mane of pink hair. The newcomer was clothed in mere wisps of fabric and leather, every curve of her pale body artfully displayed. She twirled a barbed chain easily in one gloved hand. Shrk’Jaar had little concept of what humans found desirable - all he registered was that the lack of armour rendered the human fatally vulnerable to shrapnel. He clenched his fists and fired a second pair of plasma bolts - not at the newcomer, but at the cabin wall she was standing beside. The wall detonated in a blinding flash, sending white-hot fragments scything through the cabin and filling it with acrid smoke. Shrk’Jaar started forward before the smoke had even cleared, but he blinked in surprise when he saw that the female was still standing. Not only still standing, but what cuts and scrapes she did bear on her sculpted form seemed entirely superficial.
She blinked her big brown eyes and pouted at the Skaarj, as if he had hurt her feelings more than her flesh. Then, even as the saurian lunged at her, she jumped. The thin trickles of blood running down her pale skin seemed somehow artistic as she stretched up and caught the edge of the broken roof, using one gloved hand to pull herself up through the makeshift entrance that the insectoid had made. Shrk’Jaar snarled in frustration as she vanished, leaping upward and driving his right-hand blades through the roof towards where he guessed the woman’s feet would be. But as he dropped down again he knew he had missed, and through one of the porthole windows he saw her skipping away across the burning courtyard.
With a low growl Shrk’Jaar looked down at his left vambrace, which had been lacerated by the spiked chain that the woman had carried. There were shallow punctures in the armour plate just above the bracer that mounted his razik blades and plasma caster. Something liquid was hissing and smoking around the edges of the holes. Acid perhaps, or poison? Shrk’Jaar had known the humans to utilise the toxic runoff from tarydium refining as a weapon before. Fortunate that it had not penetrated then.
Steeling himself, he ran to the hole in the cabin floor and dropped down out of the scream-filled passenger compartment and into the cargo hold in search of his original target.
Shrk'Jaar tags Keravnos
AliceMalice15
04-24-2012, 09:46 PM
Keravnos pouted as she surveyed the damage her run in with the insectoid creature had given her. It had left small scorch marks and scratches on her skin which she wasn't particularly happy about. Admittedly she did want to find a soul to eat, but frankly she wasn't in the mood to deal with creatures who already knew her basic intent. It was much more fun when she could deceive them until the last minute. It was fun to watch them die with betrayal in their eyes.
Sighing Keravnos looked about the now mist covered courtyard. It was hard to see anything, but she had just enough visibility to know when something was within Widow's long reach. She could sense a presence nearby as well. A very familiar one. One she hadn't felt since she was last in Hell itself. Crouching low she held Widow out prepared for anything that might come her way. Hopefully it was who she thought it was and he wouldn't be out for her head immediately.*
Stalking forward she soon saw a hulking form through the mist. Near that form was a much smaller more human for which seemed to stand in a state of shock. Leaping on the opportunity she threw Widow past the larger form allowing it to wrap tightly around the samurai. Pulling tightly she made sure that the spikes in Widows segments dug in to the skin of the samurai dragging him to the ground as well. He hadn't even heard it coming.
Stepping up to what she knew now was a fellow demon she smiled at the samurai who struggled in widows grip.
"It's been a while Dominus," she purred, "seems Widow caught a little fly that's been buzzing around you. Oh, and look how he struggles. Should I tell him about Widows little secret?"
Smiling Keravnos winked at the samurai and waited to see if he'd give up.
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Keravnos tags Arjent
Phoenix
04-25-2012, 12:44 AM
Dominus watched as Widow attacked the samurai and threw him to the ground. He yelled out in anger, flames shooting from the ground. 'I told you to get out of here human!' He raised his ax to strike but held back a moment. Now at his side was a familiar demon. One he had the pleasure of serving with in hell. 'Keravnos. To what do I owe the pleasure ofthus meeting?' He lowered his ax looking at the second demonic figure. He smirked lightly and then refocused to the samurai. 'You fool.' He spoke lightly.
He watched as Widow dug in further and further. 'You are definitely not getting away now samurai. ' Lupi raised his ax once more high above hia head. 'Now you will pay for not obeying my command.' He swung his ax down quickly digging it in to the samurai's leg and ripping open the muscle. 'This surely will not kill you, but the bleed might. 'SUFFER FOR YOUR DISOBEDIENCE!!' He cried out and slid the blade away from the samurai tearing the wound open more, down to the bone.
He turned away from the samurai and faced the other demon. He looked at her female figure up and down before surveying the scene behind her. 'I know how you work. Were you followed? And by that I mean how many more have you fucked with?' He grinned at her slightly. 'Who else do I have to kill because of you?'
Dominus lupi tags argent
13/9/3
Jacogos
04-25-2012, 03:44 AM
Seras crouched in the darkness of the cargo hold, lit only faintly by the tongues of fire near the two ends. In the middle, all was drenched in darkness as the lack of electricity and any other form of light failed to disperse the shadow. That was perfectly fine with Seras. He did not need to hunt with sight. About three feet in front of him and then directly upwards, the opening to the rest of the plane let in a little bit of light, but what the Space Pirate was worried about was the brutish monster that should be following him into the hold.
Seras had heard and felt the thud of the brute hitting the 'floor' above him, where he had gotten into the plane before going into the hold. However, after that, he only heard explosions that sounded similar to plasma hitting metal. It made the alien curious, but Seras knew better. Instead, he turned to his left and, with an all-too-familiar scht, his arm blade extended.
An X was made in the side of the hold before Seras charged through it and into the courtyard where he beheld two that made his green blood boil.
There were three in front of him, but it was the human man trapped in a chain and the large demon with the axe that had his hate at the moment. The man had wounded him enough to the point that the demon could end his life without so much as breaking a sweat. Seras's eyes narrowed dangerously as his computer selected the targets, studying for a mere second. The demon was healthy, fully prepared for battle. The human, though... But it was the demon that had killed him...
Damnit, he was a Commando! He did not need to think! His prime objective was to slaughter these people, and if that meant killing the easy pickings first and letting the stronger ones weaken themselves, then he was going to survive, damnit! With a furious screech, Seras launched himself towards the three.
This was his kill, and he wasn't about to share, so his first target was the she-demon. He aimed himself at the woman and headbutted her from behind, just enough to throw her off balance as he moved towards the chained human. The other demon was aware of him now, and he reacted fast with that huge axe, swinging to intercept the insectoid. Seras was well ahead of him though, and his arm blade knocked the axe off path with only minor strain. The giant weapon was much stronger than even his laser-sword, but he could still outmaneuver it. Besides, his prize was not the demon...
The human samurai was wrapped up in the chain, but Seras grabbed hold of the weapon and flicked his wrist while the demon-woman was still gathering herself, unwinding the chain from around the human and sending him spinning. Blood splattered from the human's wrecked leg and the tears from the chain, but Seras didn't mind. The blood glowed fierce against his skin, making him even more intimidating. The human landed on a knee, back away from Seras as he tried to catch his breath, but there was no need for that.
The Space Pirate lunged, and his arm blade pierced the back of the samurai like a hot knife through butter. Blood pooled in his mouth as Seras pulled the man closer by his long hair, carving him onto the blade. A good foot of laser stuck out of the man's chest, bleeding profusely, but still Seras pulled. He pulled... and pulled... until...
CSCRICK!!
The humans head came off with a sickening sound, neck snapping and muscle tearing in protest. Seras knew he had tarried too long here now and slung the body towards the demons, who were rushing him now. While they were distracted with that, he stuck the head onto on of his shoulder spikes and rushed off back towards the plane.
Seras Frags Argent
13/06/02
Azazeal849
04-26-2012, 09:08 PM
His keen hunter’s vision piercing the gloom of the aircraft cargo hold, Shrk’Jaar growled in frustration as he saw that the insectoid was one step ahead of him yet again. A wide rent in the aircraft hull showed where his antagonist had cut its way out. Shrk’Jaar twisted sideways and followed it through, out into the orange glow of the burning playground. He strafed instinctively into the cover offered by the aircraft’s broken wing, and that was when he saw his target.
The insectoid was running obliquely back towards the plane, its energised arm blade casting a red flicker across its chitinous armour. Shrk’Jaar noted that a human head now decorated the tall spike protruding from its left shoulder. Two others were in hot pursuit of the insectoid: the lithe female from the aircraft and a tall figure in a black cape that wielded a huge double-headed axe. The second figure was humanoid but clearly not human - sword-like horns rose from its temples and its snarling mouth was full of needle teeth.
It spotted Shrk'Jaar and let out something resembling a laugh. The Skaarj warrior cursed as the creature turned and began running towards him with fast, loping strides. He fired a pair of plasma bolts at the onrushing demon, and they exploded in a white flash that should have vapourised half of the creature's torso. But instead the demon kept coming, the white plasma fire parting like a curtain before him. Shrk'Jaar fired again, and a third time, but the demon absorbed each shot without pause, gathering momentum with every stride. Shrk'Jaar knew he couldn't let the demon get close; the Skaarj warrior class were rarely outmatched in hand to hand combat, but simple inertia dictated that he would not be able to parry the massive axe with his razik blades. He leapt to one side, still firing as he turned a somersault through the air. The demon responded by stamping the ground to send a line of flame streaking out across the tarmac. It engulfed Shrk'Jaar in a small explosion, flinging the saurian through the air and through one of the ground floor windows of the school. Only after he had dealt with the Skaarj did the demon fall to one knee, the pain of the plasma impacts suddenly becoming apparent as his rage ebbed enough for him to feel it.
Shrk'Jaar landed hard on his back, with an impact that sent waves of pain coursing through his limbs. The parts of his body not covered by armour stung white hot from the searing kiss of the demonic fire. With an effort he got to his feet, his breath coming in laboured snorts as he took stock of the empty, ruined classroom. What had these “gods” pitted him against? Beings of impossible power who barely even bled when struck?
Shrk'Jaar tags Dominus Lupi
AliceMalice15
04-30-2012, 05:02 AM
Keravnos growled furiously at the saurian creature that attacked Dominus. She recognized it from the plane where it had attacked her. In attacking Dominus it ended up falling from the wing if the smoldering plane and smashing through a ground floor window in the school. Seeing her chance she ran to the shattered window and lept through the broken frame. Lashing out venomously with Widow she caught the creature around the neck. Pulling the chain tight around its throat she walked up to it and pulled it to its knees. The creature choked in Widow's grip clutching at the chain where it dug into his neck pouring poison into his blood stream.
She wanted to see him suffer. She wanted to see him writhe in fear as his nervous system shut down and he lost all control of his body then she would-Keravnos blinked in surprise when a pair of blades ran her through. Looking down she giggled maniacally.
"Oh my you've got a bit of fight in you don't ya," she giggled, "shame. That doesn't really hurt at all. I've have quite a few blades run me through before. Never really hurt."
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Keravnos Tags*Shrk’Jaar
13/08/03
Phoenix
04-30-2012, 01:22 PM
Dominus Lupi ran after his less than silent attacker. He tried making a quick kill, but didn't get there in time. The insect like creature fell off the wing of the plane and into the school. Dominus watched as Keravnos followed. "Now I shall wait. Give her some time to play." He spoke lightly and to himself. Yes, anger was his entire being right now, but he had all the time in the world and a little trick up his sleeve.
Hearing Keravnos laughing and talking was all he needed. Dominus Lupi began to chant something as fire rose from the ground. The first turned black and started swirling, almost as if it were a portal. Through the mortal came Keravnos, his insectoid attacker, and Widow wrapped around the insectoid. "Miss me?" He spoke to the crowd before launching himself forward with his ax held high. The ax caught fire mid flight as he started his descent. It was all over, the head of the insect attacker was severed.
The head rolled away from the thorax. No blood flowed as the great fire from Dominus' mighty ax cauterized the wounds. He pulled his ax from the ground as it sunk in. "Behold the might of your Lord. Never blindly attack your enemy." He snarled as he walked over and picked up the head raising it high to the skys. He threw it down, breaking any type of skull there was and went over to the rest of the body. I cut it open with his ax and reached in, He moved his hand around a bit before pulling out the heart of his fallen enemy. "YOUR SOUL IS MINE!!!" He held it to the sky and crushed it in his hand, Blood ran down his arm and pooled around the body.
Dominus Lupid frags Shrk'Jaar
12/8/3
Azazeal849
04-30-2012, 02:24 PM
For Shrk'Jaar everything was red; red and fading. Even after what should have been a killing thrust the demon still towered over him. Despite its alien horns and unnatural resilience, the physical resemblance to a human was so close that it almost seemed like a deliberate taunt - one much more galling than the words it spoke that the Skaarj did not understand. Shrk'Jaar knew that humans possessed some fighting talent - enough to be worthy of a grudging respect - but he had never thought that he would meet his end by one.
He snarled his defiance at the demon, in the coarsest possible dialect of Skaarj warrior-cant.
"I..." he gasped, not caring that the demon wouldn't understand a word, "Won't die...at the hands...of a fucking...HUMAN!"
With the last of his strength he swiped upwards with his free arm, the blades flashing a silver arc through the air, and through the arm that held the chain that was choking the life out of him. The demon yelped in surprise as her hand and forearm spun away, still clutching the chain. As the pressure on his neck lessened, Shrk'Jaar was able to suck in a breath, but it was his last as a white flash suddenly brought both him and the staggering demon back outside, and he looked up just in time to see the other demon's axe come swinging towards him. There was an explosion of pain, and Shrk'Jaar wondered vaguely if it was just his head that was falling towards the ground as the white flash turned blood red. The red faded slowly to black as he...
...woke up gasping on his back, somewhere else. One of the beings that had called themselves gods was standing over him, with an amused look on its face.
"No." it said, "You'll die at the hands of a fucking demon."
How? Why? Shrk'Jaar didn't care. He roared his anger, rolling up to swing a massive blow at the god. His claws swept harmlessly through its torso.
"Is this what you want from us?" he snarled at the unfazed god, "To fight and die indefinitely for your amusement?"
"Do you Skaarj not do the same to your own 'lesser races' in your Titan arenas?" the god countered smoothly, "And no, not indefinitely. Three lives each, and in case you can't count that's you down to two. Have fun now!"
There was a second flash of white light...
Non-attacking post
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Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 14/09/03
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 13/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/09/03
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/09/03
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/08/03
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 12/06/02
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/08/03
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/09/03
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-12/08/03
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
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Mr E solved -15/09/03 (*PRESSURING OF V IS REQUIRED*)
Chip the 3rd
05-02-2012, 02:24 PM
CHATEAU VOLTAGE
Voltaire slumped in his chair. It had been weeks since his sister had left the house and vanished. He tapped the ground with his cane and adjusted his goggles. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap click. No, that wasn't right...
The manor was collapsing! And burning! All around him! And there, in the middle of the destruction, at its heart...
"Victoria!" gasped Voltaire, rushing to his sibling's aide as she lay in the middle of a ring of debris, "Victoria, speak to me! What is this!? Where were you...?"
But it was clearly late for her. A dark shape twisted out of the shadow.
"She doesn't have to die, Volt. You need only do one thing for us... Win."
With that, Voltaire whited out and awoke in a strange place...
Potatrobot
05-02-2012, 02:56 PM
Huntsman understood surprises. Of course he did. But there were some that just fucked his mind over a whole new hurdle. To name one, his unprecedented disappearance from his dining table and reappearance into what could inarguably be called a seriously fucked up place. A plane had dive bombed into a school. Half the place was burning itself into a column of black smoke. Some douches in fancy dress were running around with what looked like fetish leashes and motherfucking huge axes. He was standing on the edge of a frosted-over ash-fault playground, away from all the crazy shit.
A voice entered his mind and said two, familiar words: Hunt. Kill.
He brandished his revolver shotgun and set forward toward the plane. Truly, the Huntsman had arrived.
Epostle
05-02-2012, 10:28 PM
“Whyyyyyy” The Titan said with his deep ambient voice as he was chained to the ground in a dark area with his powers removed. He was moving his arms left and right but the chain only made their clinging sound. It was pointless, he was captured, only to have his powers misused by this pathetic race. One of the people that had captured him walked up to him and plunged a sword at him, making him bleed out ashes rather than his usual fire. It hurt beyond all belief, the pain that came with be weakened down to the point of nothing. It was worse than any blade.
Not too long after that, the Titan heard sounds of screams as his owners were being thrown across the room, including the one who drove a blade through him. Then 4 beings, though shorter than him, floated above him as he looked up with his black eyes that had turned to coals. “Are you ready for your freedom, Titan?” The Titan became angry and thrust himself towards the gods as they looks at him with a smirk. “This one will do well in our arena, wouldn’t you think?” One said to another “This will be a treat, but now you shall be freed from your chains and your powers restored” said the other as his hand touched Sear.
Sear was transported, still on his knees and without his powers awakened fully, but felt them building. He could hear sounds as he was on his knees at the playground, watching the fools mercilessly tear into each other. “Savages…” he said in a weakened tone. He grew angrier that he was surrounded by such imperfections.
The Titans rage then finally started to grow. “If you want a fight gods… then by the spirits of fire, may I be restored.” Fire began to surround the Titan as he clenched his fists. He then finally started to stand up slowly. While still on one knee, his sword was summoned out of his arm and could feel the heat restore to his body. “I won’t be captured again. I will be free.” He said softly as he rose even further. Then his anger reached a point with all the fighting and screaming going on. “IT’S TIME FOR WAAAAARRRRRR!!!” The Titan screamed as he stood up and his flames refueled. They emitted out a little bit, indicating that his strength had been returned. His arms were in the air and he let out a war screech that sounded like some metal that had been screeching. He looked forward and saw what had to be done.
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Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 14/09/03
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 13/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/09/03
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/09/03
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/08/03
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 12/06/02
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/08/03
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/09/03
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-12/08/03
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
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Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)12/06/02
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 12/06/02
Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/06/02
Mr E solved -15/09/03 (*PRESSURING OF V IS REQUIRED*)
Epostle
05-05-2012, 10:20 PM
Sear was infuriated by the sight he just saw. Dominus Lupi just took a heart out of his victim, squeezed it, and watched the blood drench down his body. The demon was satisfied with his kill and was showing it loudly. This made Sear incredibly angry. “Such dishonor in your kill…” Sear said as he began to charge at the mighty demon. Since the Titan was of great stature, he was able to clear the distance between him and the demon. The demon did take notice and quickly dropped the heart that he crushed in his hand. He wielded his axe in his hand and began to dash right at Sear as well.
As Sear drew closer, the demon was beginning to feel a bit warm. It seemed as though the weather was changing. At first it was around normal temperature, but as he kept running, it was getting hotter and hotter. The demon then jumped in the air to come down with a powerful cleave. Sear then stopped, with his sword held above his head in a defensive stance, and then caught the demons mighty blow with his sword. Sear was pushed down with the powerful strike, but didn’t hesitate to push the demon back with the super heated sword he was wielding. The demon then tried swiping at Sear, but it was failed as Sear took his sword and blocked it by sticking it downwards. As the axe hit the sword, the sword then began to draw out flames from it’s base, and eradiate flames. The flames were so intense, the demon had no choice but to pull out and step back. The demon was infuriated and disgusted by the Titan’s unique abilities and tried to stay back, but it was no use.
Sear then began to charge again as the demon was trying to stay away from the intense flames of the sword. As the demon moved backwards, Sear then made a mighty leap with a downwards slash “You dirty damned demon. Pay for your sins!!!” The demon rolled under Sear, quickly bounced up to his feet, then went for a side power attack by lunging towards Sears back. Sear then laughed at the demon and said “Foolish” as Sear turned his sword upside down, brought it backwards for a backwards stab, then caught the demon across his face with a mighty flamed stab. The slash ended up penetrating one of the demons eyes, which made the demon lower his weapon as he was lunging toward the Titan, then rolled on the ground roughly as he held his eye. Blood was not being spilled, for it was cauterized. Then demon was in pain and Sear knew it. Sear then turned around held his sword with both hands to his chest as he said “Life is like a flame. Only few will burn on as the rest will be extinguished. Tell me demon, how does it feel like facing someone with the possibility of being almost or maybe stronger than you? You demons are all alike, pairing up with other demons and attacking those who are weaker for your enjoyment. It’s time for your end. I AM A GOD OF WAR!!!” The demon yelled as the intensified the flames in his sword, awaiting the next person who moves.
*Sear tags Dominus Lupi*
Isaac Murphy - The cockpit
Wired - Teacher's Lounge
Eli Rex - The roof
Marco Moore - The slope room
====
Asaroth stalked his way up the stairway, making his steps clear and deliberate, there was fighting and death all around. Two of his fellow fighters had dropped into the land of the beyond only to come back as though their killing blows had never happened. It was all so, incredible.
INVIGORATING!
He could not have imagined a better place to test his full potential without the devil's eyes upon his back. The very idea of being permenantly free of lucifer was one that excited him beyond his own control.
He sped his way up to the roof but stopped before crossing over to the roof itself. He took a deep breath through his nostrils there wasa powerful demon in their midst.
He'd been offered freedom. He woulnd't be caught under the demon's grip. He wouldn't bee controled. He dove out the starway window landing into the court yard. All snow around him in a five meter radious evapoarated in an instant from the instense heat.
He knew it wouldn't be enough. He'd need more to burn a demon.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his every muscle tensed, making his form grown exponentially. He exploded forwards and sped right across to where he opponent stood and ripped right across the beast's throat tearing the beasts adam's apple out and chewing on it in sweet pleasure as the heat that surrounded him exploded outwards ingulfing the twitching body in fire. There had been another fighter there but upon the speed of the surprise attack, he quickly made his escape.
It wasn't enough are first but devouring the blood of the demon gave him the strength to melt and burn the asphalt beneath their feet, creating a fiery crator in the earth before the body of the demon burned up.
Almost instantaneously the surroundings healed leaving nothing of the attack but white ash where his opponent had just been.
Asorath frags Lupi
13/09/03
AliceMalice15
05-06-2012, 03:42 AM
Keravnos sunk back into the shadows when she saw the flaming creature run towards Dominus. Best to stay out of the way. Touching the spot where her arm had previously been she watched as it slowly regenerated around her bones which she'd managed to pull out just in time. The muscles and nerves extended and attached themselves to her bones. It hurt, Not badly, but it hurt. Looking back out she could see Dominus struggling to even get a hit on the huge fiery titan. It wasn't extremely huge like normal, but it was still big compared to the relatively large anyway Dominus. The titan seemed to only want to toy with Dominus for the moment.
Looking at his burning blade Keravnos was reminded of hell. Now that she thought of it the whole "battlefield" reminded her of home. Funny word for such a screwed up realm. Maybe she'd use her "prize" on getting out. I she survived this.
Keravnos looked up when she heard a weapon meet flesh. When she saw the titan pulling it's sword from Dominus' eye she flinched in sympathy for her fellow demon. It may not really affect their kind much, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch.
“Life is like a flame. Only few will burn on as the rest will be extinguished. Tell me demon, how does it feel like facing someone with the possibility of being almost or maybe stronger than you? You demons are all alike, pairing up with other demons and attacking those who are weaker for your enjoyment. It’s time for your end. I AM A GOD OF WAR!!!”
The titan's words made Keravnos cringe back into her hiding spot not wanting to be noticed. This titan meant business. It would kill anything that got in its way. Running out to Dominus she saw the titan raise it's blade to strike.
"WAIT! Wait, please," she said speaking quickly, "I know you have no reason to trust me or to let me live, but please just this once let us go. I merely want to help my friend. Please just let us get out of your way so I can take care of him. That is all I ask. After that you may come after us in what ever way may please you. What say you titan?"
Before the titan could respond another demon came and tire out Dominus' adam's apple killing him. Keravnos did the only thing she could at this point and ran. She would find him when he came back. Who knew though, maybe she' get some kills of her own before that. Feeling her back Keravnos could feel buckshot being pushed out so her back could heal and places where it had been burned. Frowning she remembered hearing a shot before she'd lept up and ran. It stung badly, but it was nothing she couldn't cope with. She would find the one who attacked her of course and then he, or she, would die. That was a promise.
(non-attacking post)
Potatrobot
05-06-2012, 01:15 PM
Usually it took Huntsman very little time to get a hold on the situation, but the fact that the entire scene before him was actually a loop of a few seconds of chaos really did his head in. There was so much to take in: the plane, the screaming students, the flames, the smoke, and to his surprise, a demon begging for mercy. That was something he had never seen before.
Demons weren't known for mercy themselves, where he came from, as they usually possessed the bodies of farmers and peasants and drove them into town, killing people and destroying houses. They then left the hapless victims to pay for the crimes their bodies had committed. The noose was a frequent solution.
But it could have been justified, the demon's begging, by the horror that stood before it. A Titan of flames towered over the pathetic creature. As he walked around the two, Huntsman could see that the demon was female, and wounded. Wounded targets were never good game, but his home town deserved a recompense after the way it was terrorised.
Picking up speed, Huntsman broke into a run towards the demon and the Titan. He brandished his shotgun and took aim at the demon. The heat from the Titan was hard to cope with, and his eyes had started to water. He couldn't stick around, so he altered his course so that he would run behind the demon woman. 10 feet... 6 feet... 3 feet... 1 foot. Huntsman jumped into the air, his revolver shotgun aimed directly at the demon's back. He pulled the trigger.
*CHOOM!*
The shotgun's left barrel spat a fistful of buckshot pellets as the woman's back, and the right barrel belched an intense blast of flame over her body. She fell face-down onto the ground before her. To the Titan, however, Huntsman offered only two, short words that were drowned out by the weapon's announcement of pain: "Good evening."
He landed on his right foot and kept on running. He made a bee line for the plane and ran around it, taking cover, should the Titan pursue him.
Huntsman tags Keravanos
Azazeal849
05-06-2012, 01:41 PM
Shrk’Jaar found himself back inside the school, on the second floor. Like the teacher’s lounge above the floor on one side had collapsed forming a sharp slope, but this one had the benefit of not descending into the mouth of a still-spinning jet engine. Above him, he could hear that engine still whining away, muffled by the damaged ceiling.
Shrk’Jaar dropped into a battle-ready crouch, his razik blades extending from their bracers with a hiss of metal on metal. He felt strong and fighting fit, fortified with adrenaline and seemingly untouched by the wounds he had previously received. He found himself laughing - being able to take revenge from beyond the grave was something of a novel luxury. That fact made dying again no more desirable and the Skaarj kept his guard up as he stalked towards the smashed windows, his movements laden with menace and the potential for explosive speed.
The demons were below him, and he watched in disbelief as the female one simply grew back her severed arm. Both she and the caped demon were still standing over the mangled remains of his own previous body. Shrk’Jaar was inured to death in most of its forms, but it was a strange and deeply unsettling feeling to see himself down there, headless, with his armour breastplate split wide and his chest carved open.
He shook off the feeling. It was just one more impossible thing he had witnessed today. He would fight through this. He would survive to take revenge on these “gods” who sought to make him their plaything. And he would find a way back to his clan on the tarydium planet. But first, he had a score to settle with the two demons.
And then Sear, Asorath and Huntsman attacked. Shrk'Jaar saw the first demon go down and the second one reeling. So the wretched things could die after all! He seized his chance and ran for the stairwell, vaulting the banister and dropping down the central space with arms spread wide. His wristblades raked sparks from the stair edges, slowing his descent to a safe velocity until he landed on one knee in the debris-strewn ground floor.
He heard the crunch of broken glass under light feet, and a moment later Keravnos came sprinting through the school at full tilt, having apparently escaped the three-way ambush outside.
“Uhr gt’cha!” the Skaarj roared in challenge, the only warning the demon received as a clawed hand lashed out to wrap round her throat, flipping her over backwards with her own forward momentum before slamming her into the ground with spine-jarring force.
However, once again the Skaarj had underestimated her tolerance for pain; one booted foot kicked out to deflect Shrk'Jaar's descending razik blades, while the other connected with the alien's jaw, tearing loose one of his protruding tusks. Shrk'Jaar staggered back, spitting blood. Keravnos regained her feet with an elegant backwards cartwheel before diving through the nearest window and retreating towards the aircraft.
Shrk'Jaar pursued, the broken tusk still dangling from his mouth as he vaulted through the window. He sprang forward as he hit the ground to launch himself towards the female demon, blades extended. Even injured Keravnos was fast and she dodged aside, twisting her torso so that the alien fell past her. He landed under the aircraft wing, the still-spinning jet engine howling in his ears. Avoiding the lethal backwash Shrk’Jaar rolled to break his momentum and spun back towards his opponent, to find Keravnos’ barbed chain already flicking out towards his neck. Shrk'Jaar was not going to be caught out by the same tactic twice.
The Skaarj swept his arm up and arrested the chain’s progress with the blades jutting from his left wrist. The chain coiled around the twin blades, snapping tight with its own inertia. Shrk’Jaar tugged hard, using his superior strength to his advantage. Keravnos staggered forward onto her front foot, bringing her just close enough for Shrk’Jaar to knife down hard with his other set of blades. The serrated metal ripped through the demon’s newly-regrown forearm, the tips bursting red from the other side. Just as in the school, the demon barely reacted to what should have been debilitating pain. The Skaarj warrior jerked his arm back to tear the blades free, the movement carrying his elbow back into the demon’s face with a sickening crunch. Had she been human, the torn arteries in her arm would have caused her to bleed out within a few short minutes, but after seeing her survive both a razik through the abdomen and partial dismemberment Shrk’Jaar was under no illusion that this creature was a mere human.
He lashed into a spin, the blades of his razik flashing a bright circle in the air as they raked backhand across the demon’s neck. His other arm punched up in a lethal uppercut as he completed the turn, driving all eighteen inches of his razik blades up beneath Keravnos’ ribs. If she had a physical heart as Skaarj and other species did, the thrust would have torn it in half. His fist crunched against the demon’s sternum just as blood began to spurt from her throat.
Logic dictated that he had just killed the demon twice over, but Shrk'Jaar had seen too many illogical things today. The stab was not just for damage, but for leverage. He hefted the demon’s thin form one handed, windmilled it over his head, and threw the body into the still-spinning jet engine with an angry snarl. There was a shrieking, grinding sound, and a fountain of gore sprayed forth from the exhaust.
No entity - Skaarj, human or supernatural, was going to survive that. However, if the "gods" had seen fit to give him three lives in this game, then no doubt they had done the same for the demon.Soon she would be back, at full strength. Shrk'Jaar growled low in his throat and ducked under the aircraft's wing, disappearing into the cargo hold through the hole that Seras had carved a few minutes previously.
Shrk'Jaar frags Keravnos
11/6/2
http://i590.photobucket.com/albums/ss341/SQJPure/001451.png?t=1334769074
(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/09/03
*Fragged Lupi
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 13/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/07/03
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/07/03
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/06/02
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 11/06/02
*Frags Keravnos
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/07/03
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/07/03
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-12/06/02
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr224/Berzerker-Chan/excellent2.png?t=1301296317
Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 11/06/02
Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/06/02
Chip the 3rd
05-08-2012, 02:50 PM
Voltaire had no real grasp of the area's layout, and he was indeed hopelessly lost. He stood in place, trying to get his bearings, when he heard a commotion from an exterior location. He dashed outside, into the courtyard... Where he decided that he would wait for someone to come by, to tell him where he was and what was going on here, in the first place...
Jacogos
05-10-2012, 03:47 AM
As Shrk'Jaar entered the hold, Seras appeared in a instant in front of the saurian, arm blade to the large green alien's throat, causing Shrk'Jaar to come to a rather sudden halt. However, the insectoid had other things in store for the man-lizard-thing. Instead of shoving his blade home, Seras began to speak to Shrk'jaar, an incessant clicking and quiet screeching that was the way his species spoke. Shrk'Jaar wouldn't be able to understand a word of it, unless...
"HEY, LOOK HERE! WHAT ARE THESE TWO UP TO?" one of the gods said, from their viewing area. The whole battle was much fun to watch, bets had been made and much raucous laughter was being had amongst the deities. Now, there was a change in attention as the single god brought their eyes to the insectoid Space Pirate and the lizard-like Skaarj.
"I THINK THE BUG'S TRYING TO TELL HIM SOMETHING," said another.
"WHAT'S IT SAYING THOUGH?"
"WHY I THINK IT'S TRYING TO NEGOTIATE WITH HIM!"
"BUT THE BLOODY PREDATOR CAN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HIM!"
"SOMEONE GET A TRANSLATOR, QUICK! WE'VE GOT TO HEAR THIS!"
Time seemed to shift slightly, and a few seconds were repeated as the gods warped reality in order for Seras's speech to be understood by Shrk'Jaar. The clicking gave way into a language that the saurian understood, though how it happened, neither would know.
"Hold, creature. I wish to open a proposition for you. As you've no doubt seen, the two demons from the open field out there..." Seras gestured towards the whole that Shrk'Jaar had just come through. "... are obviously working in tandem. I don't know if any others are doing so, but I feel that, as we have both lost a life to these bastards, our cooperation to take them down would benefit us both."
Seras stepped back from Shrk'Jaar and retracted his arm blade.
"That said... I leave the choice to you. Do you wish to accept this alliance?"
Seras did not know how the saurian would react, so the Space Pirate was prepared for anything. However... he had a good feeling that things would go his way this time...
Non-Attacking Post
13/06/02
Azazeal849
05-10-2012, 01:08 PM
Shrk'Jaar was struck by the strangest sense of deja vu, as if the insectoid Seras had leapt from cover to hold its charged blade to his neck, and he had reacted instinctively to drive a vicious uppercut between the armour plates at the creature's thorax. Seras' arm blade would have rammed home into his throat even as he disembowelled the alien, killing them both. But no, that had not happened. And now he couldn't move.
"Oh, he is a slow one." said a familiar voice.
"You know the bets go out the window if we pull stunts like this?" a second voice muttered, before being shushed by several others.
"Our friend over there stands to lose a substantial amount if the demons don't win." said the first voice. "I would see it so."
"Er, you know the minions down there can still hear you..."
"Oh, son of a b-"
Shrk'Jaar blinked and found himself face to face with Seras, the insectoid's charged blade blistering the scales of his throat, the tips of his own razik blades pressed against the attacker's abdomen. The immediacy of the current situation overrode any confusion and he prepared to fire his plasma caster to blast Seras away from him, but then the other alien spoke. Seemingly, in perfect Skaarj.
"Hold, creature. I wish to open a proposition for you. As you've no doubt seen, the two demons from the open field out there are obviously working in tandem. I don't know if any others are doing so, but I feel that, as we have both lost a life to these bastards, our cooperation to take them down would benefit us both."
For a moment there was only the crackle of fire from outside, and the muffled screams of the repeatedly dying passengers above them. Then Shrk'Jaar laughed; a low, mirthless sound. Demons. The four armed primitives of the tarydium planet had described the Skaarj as such. He was now in the reverse situation, and he did not appreciate the irony. But unlike the demons of native myth Skaarj could bleed and die, and Shrk'Jaar himself had proved that the same was true of the "demons" here. He didn't know the source of their superhuman resilience, any more than he could explain his own abduction and reincarnation, and he wondered if this was how the primitives felt when they were confronted with the Skaarj's futuristic technology. But they could die. And Shrk'Jaar was a Skaarj warrior, not some timid native. The caped demon and his female companion were not immortal. Perhaps the same was even true of the "gods" who had brought him here.
Seras stepped back from Shrk'Jaar and retracted his arm blade.
"That said, I leave the choice to you. Do you wish to accept this alliance?"
Shrk'Jaar did not retract the blades jutting from his own wrists, but he did lower his arms to his sides. The Skaarj clans, and the Empire as a whole, seldom had allies. They had vassals, such as the Izarians and the Krall, but alliances with other species rarely lasted for long after the Queens judged that they had grown stronger than their contemporaries. However, despite his faults - and they were many - Shrk'Jaar was an honourable creature. More importantly, he was a pragmatic one. They were all effectively slaves to the "gods" and their game here, and the Skaarj warrior class were trained not just to kill, but to win - no matter the odds or the cost.
He reached up and twisted his broken tusk free of the few fleshy threads keeping it hanging from his jaw, ignoring the pain as he dropped it and spat blood onto the floor of the cargo hold.
"Agreed." he growled, "Let's kill these demons, and their 'gods'. Uhr gt'cha!"
The last phrase translated to Seras' ears as "For the Queen", but the significance of the traditional Skaarj battle cry was probably lost on the insectoid as Shrk'Jaar stalked forward towards the hatch that led up into the passenger compartment.
Non-attacking post
AliceMalice15
05-14-2012, 03:05 AM
Keravnos shuddered when she felt the propeller slice into the first layer of her skin. This was going to hurt, but it didn't. Before the response could register in her brain her conscience was pulled away like it was being vacuum sucked away. It was a fairly familiar feeling when going back to Hell, but it was usually only after she'd been in pain for a few minutes. Now however she found herself before the "gods" again.
'Well that's a bit contemptuous. at least show some form of gratefulness for sparing you the pain. We could've let you stay for that gruesome experience. '
'Oh don't get your knickers in a wad. She's a demon of course she'd be skeptical. She knows the truth of the ones that humans call gods.'
'Please shut up you two. She looks like she's trying to make your head explode by glaring at you. What's wrong demon?'
"I'm due back to a certain battlefield," Keravnos sighed in agitation, "where a certain alien deserves a certain foot up their ass, which is due to be given by a certain demon, who would really like to get back to her revenge. I'm gonna cram that stupid lizards head so far up his own ass he's going to be eating his own shit for the rest of eternity and even then I won't be done with him. No one stabs me that many times and throws me into a plane engine without finding at least a sharp pole shoved up their ass far enough to be coming out of their mouth."
'Ha ha I love your enthusiasm. Get out there and tear them apart!'
Keravnos smiled as she felt her body reforming and being placed back into the school. This time she ended up in a room that was tilted straight down toward open windows leading to the courtyard. Extending a length of bone from her hand she dug it into the floor and prevented herself from sliding out the window. Looking about she saw a few girl students who's heads had been gruesomely crushed leaving only their bottom jaws in tact and exposing everything inside. Their blood stained uniforms sparked an idea in Keravnos. Moments later Keravnos had changed her facial structure and height by molding her bones around to fit accordingly. Now she looked like a student from the school and even the alien wouldn't recognize her....probably. Shrugging Keravnos made her way to the stair well making her way down she kept up the facade of being an innocent, frightened high school student (http://oftheheights.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/156184-jodazxe1.gif) who was just trying to find some form of relative safety, a "new" pawn in the "gods" game. Wouldn't it be a surprise to find out otherwise? Keravnos snickered quietly in her relative seclusion. Reaching the cockpit where it had smashed into the school she got down on all fours and began to crawl along the floor boards where the structure was a bit less destroyed. When she saw someone else tangled int the wiring she thought for a moment that it was a pilot, but it turned out tone a strange boy in human clothing. He seemed to have suffered multiple injuries from wires and broken cockpit parts, but he was still holding on to life. A perfect target for a quick snack. Crawling to him she pretended to sniffle and forced her unused tear ducts to tear up.
"H-hello," she called out shakily, "a-are you alive? Please...please I don't want to be alone. Please help me.....I don't want to die. I don't want to be alone."
The boy tried to move toward her as she made her way closer for the attack. He was falling for the bait and letting down his guard. Humans where so soft. Once she was close enough she pretended to pull at some wires which only made things worse for him. The boy waved for her to stop, but Keravnos continued shocking him more and more the voltage causing his body to convulse violently. Now she was smiling quite viciously. This was fun. Getting bored she took a loose wire and waved it in the boys face.
"Bye bye"
Keravnos forced the wire though the boys skull and straight into his brain frying him from the inside and killing him. Opening her mouth Keravnos sucked out some of the boys fleeing soul. She only needed some of it after all. He'd probably be back. Even if he wasn't she would be fine. It was invigorating just to have the little bit she took. Crawling under him Keravnos continued back into the passenger cabin where she had started. There she could hear talking. It started out in a strange language, but then time seemed to fluctuate and start over.
"Hold, creature. I wish to open a proposition for you. As you've no doubt seen, the two demons from the open field out there..." said the voice in perfect English "... are obviously working in tandem. I don't know if any others are doing so, but I feel that, as we have both lost a life to these bastards, our cooperation to take them down would benefit us both. That said, I leave the choice to you. Do you wish to accept this alliance?"
"Agreed." A second, the saurian she thought, even in English his tone was distinguishable, growled, "Let's kill these demons, and their 'gods'. For the Queen."
The meaning of the last part was lost to Keravnos, but it didn't matter. She knew their plan and she could relay it to Dominus when she found him again. This was turning out to be a very interesting game.
Keravnos frags Wired
12/06/02
Potatrobot
05-14-2012, 08:48 AM
Huntsman was keeping his back pressed to the side of the plane, trying his best to overcome a horrid sense of Deja vu, when something shifted in the corner of his eye (the very edge of his field of view was a full 135 degrees to all sides from the centre).
He twitched his head around and beheld one of the students, hands behind her back, tears in her eyes, and blood on her uniform, which consisted of a blue skirt with a blue-and-white shirt. Her wavy scarlet hair was clipped back, and her eyes were sombre.
"Please, sir-" she sobbed, "help me! There are monsters everywhere and I'm scared they'll get me." A huge tear rolled down her cheek.
Huntsman's heart went for the girl. This was the kind of fear that the demons instilled back at his home town. The innocent children would always be terrified of the possessed sibling or farmer or herd of cattle that rampaged and killed other villagers. So many were left orphans.
Huntsman lowered his weapon and walked towards the girl, as if to give her a hug. He had taken his third step when he had Deja vu again, but this time, his stomach lurched.
This was exactly how the demons disguised themselves as they went around tearing the town apart. They always endeared themselves to others' feelings of sympathy before mutilating yet another human. He also remembered that the whole place was just a loop of ten meagre seconds of real-time chaos, set to repeat itself. A girl who presented herself as if she had been hiding in a corner for the duration of the fight and witnessed all the killing just did not add up.
The first thing Huntsman's instincts told him to do was to back the fuck up, and so the fuck up he backed. Suspecting some sort of attack, not foreseeing one, but suspecting one, he dodged to the right. He was fortunate in doing so, because he had barely put two feet on the ground again when the space he previously occupied was molested by a lightning-fast, vile, barbed chain.
It fell limply to the ground - that is, as if it were indeed just some ordinary chain - but it clearly didn't want to be taken as some ordinary chain. It lurched into the air and slithered backwards towards its source. Huntsman had his revolver shotgun levelled when the disguised form of Keravanos flicked her chain at Huntsman's weapon. The barbed end knocked the barrels down to the left before Huntsman could fire it. The most unfortunate area of the plane's flank was rented by the buckshot and scorched by the flame.
She pulled it back and flicked it out again, this time at the man's neck. Taking advantage of the angle he then held his shotgun at, Huntsman whirled it around in front of his face and down to his right, catching the horrible instrument by the twin barrels of black metal. The chain latched onto itself, forming a tight loop around the shotgun, and would have slid off if it hadn't caught onto the iron sight.
With a lazy flick of her wrist, the girl yanked the weapon away from its owner, who had only time enough to catch it by the dark brown, varnished timber stock. In doing so, his left thumb snagged the hammer, pulling it back, and turning the cylinder over to a new pair of rounds.
The girl no longer looked intimidated by the situation around her. In fact, she looked like she owned the place. That they were all her little toys, made for her entertainment. Her lips curled into a nasty grin, and her eyebrows furrowed, giving her a most unnaturally evil appearance.
Then she tugged Huntsman towards herself, and he almost fell over from the strength of the pull. There was no denying that she was a demon. Hand over hand, she reeled him in, pulling that condescending grin all the while.
She's toying with me, thought Huntsman, making a valiant effort to hold onto his only weapon and resist Keravanos' pull, just having fun so she can dispatch me up close.
He dug his heels into the ground, and tightened his grip around his shotgun. His leather gloves creaked from the strain. But all to no avail. The demon was stronger than any creature he had yet faced. Eventually, she had him only three feet away, so naturally the length of chain between herself and the dangerous end of the shotgun was very short. She held her hand up - the one that was currently closest to the end of her chain - up for Huntsman to see, as if she were emphasising his defeat. With a satisfied grin she gave the chain an effortless tug.
The gun slipped straight out of Huntsman's fingers. He made a last-ditch effort to regain a grip, but his fingers closed around empty air. All but one. His right ring finger caught the trigger. The hammer flicked forward. The ammunition ignited. The shotgun fired.
Keravanos may have suffered substantially less damage if she hadn't just pulled her end of the gun closer to her chin.
Anyone standing directly in front of Keravanos - say, Huntsman - would have seen something disturbing. With a distinct CRACK-SPLAT her lower jaw imploded, buckling inward on itself and disappearing, leaving a hole at the back of her throat. Having lost some of her vertebrae, the girl's head sagged backwards at a dumb angle. A sizeable volume of blood was instantly cooked solid, and lay caked around what remained of her mouth.
Anyone observing her from behind, for whatever reasons, would have seen a fair few things make a hasty exit from the back of her head. First and foremost was the two top vertebrae of her spine, followed by a myriad of buckshot pellets and a burst of flame. Chunks of flesh and bits of mangled jaw made an appearance, but perhaps the spectators might have been interested in a full set of teeth, burned black and caked with cooked blood.
Huntsman picked up his shotgun and back-pedalled away from the girl. "Hope you like black pudding, bitch." There was never a better example of adding insult to injury.
Huntsman knew that the damage done would only be temporary; demons could do marvellous things with their bodies, and he didn't want to imagine what a schoolgirl regrowing her jaw and spine looked like. He ran around the back of the plane and dashed into the cargo hold, knowing that the girl would be in hot pursuit soon enough.
"Shit."
Huntsman was greeted by the sight of two particularly dangerous creatures who weren't killing each other. They would probably be more interested in killing him instead. He couldn't go back out the way he came, so he twisted to the left and bolted down the length of the cargo hold. When he was far away enough, he ducked behind a large, solid-looking crate. If anyone pursued him from the way he came, he would have an easy line of sight.
Huntsman tags Keravanos
10/6/2
Phoenix
05-15-2012, 10:49 AM
With the simple crunch of a bite from a demon, Dominus Lupi was dead. His large body fell to the ground with a thud. His entire being was spend. The ground cracked open and flames lept through the air. Cries of souls filled the air, louder than the cries of those perpetually dying in the school and the plane. The large demonic being was pulled down into the fiery pit and it closed as if not being there. The grounds quickly froze over again with no memory of the demon being there.
"Rrrr..... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The demon yelled out as his being came back to life. Fire surrounded his body as if began to animate again.
He uh... He looked pissed guys...
No shit Sherlock. What gave that away? Was it the yelling? The lack of words? Or simply women's intuition?
Hey, you're the woman here.
Damn straight.
Another loud yell broke the idle chatter of the gods. Dominus Lupi was very much so indeed pissed the fuck off. "That little fucking worm! How could he betray me like this?! Me, who down here gave him all of his freedom, who protected him from Hades. From Lucifer! That ungrateful fucking hound!" He obviously spoke about the hellhound known as Asorath. The same hellhound that just previously killed him.
Shall we even let him know he has another chance?
I think it would be best to just put him back... Let him figure it out... I don't want to be near anyone when it happens.
Pussy...
Hey.... Fuck up.
In an instant, Dominus Lupi was upon the roof of the school. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He yelled out once more, the sound echoing throughout the entire area. He opened his eyes looking up at the sky as his yell stopped echoing. "I'm alive?" He questions openly looking around. From this rooftop he can see everything. He sees the insects talking among each other and as he turns around he can see inside the school. "Keravnos.." He spoke softly and sniffed the air slightly.
Dominus Lupi raised his mighty ax, the towering infernos of the roof parting slightly creating a portal. "Find her!" Two separate hellhounds lept from the portal and sniffed the air before jumping from the roof and on to the plane. They broke through the weak hull and into the main cabin. Their constant barking fills the dead calm of the air as they search for Keravnos. The two witness her being shot in the face with huntsman's shotgun. They chased him into the cargo hold and leap at him, one tackling him and the other biting at his legs.
The two beasts of hell continue their attack briefly and then turn and ran to Keravnos. They nudged her slightly and licked at her wounds. Fire sprouted from their tongues, lapping at her wounds in attempts to heal her and help her get up.
Dominus Lupi (or rather his hellhounds) Tag Huntsman
12/06/02
Azazeal849
05-15-2012, 09:13 PM
Shrk'Jaar heard Huntsman coming a moment before he came piling into the cargo hold. He whirled to face the intruder, a white fireball streaking from his plasma caster. Huntsman was running at a low crouch and the incandescent plasma bolt burned a harmless twelve inches over his head, exploding against the aircraft hull to send gobbets of molten metal spraying out into the playground. In response the demon hunter's shotgun barked, deafeningly loud in the confined space of the cabin. A tight pattern of buckshot smacked into Shrk'Jaar's armour over his right pectoral, not penetrating, but hitting with enough force to spin him completely round and send the Skaarj crashing into a pile of luggage. Shrk'Jaar was completely insensible for several seconds, and when he finally succeeded in sucking in a breath through his bruised ribs, his vision cleared to reveal a pair of lupine creatures darting through the cabin. They were not unlike the monster he had fought in the school stairwell, and as he watched they bounded up through the trapdoor into the cabin above, their claws tearing through the aircraft deck like it was tinfoil as they scrabbled for purchase.
Shrk'Jaar forced himself to move, adrenaline taking the edge off the pain from the shotgun's lethal kick as he looked quickly around.
"Where is the human?" he rumbled softly, the question directed at Seras.
"I think those two hounds got him." the insectoid replied with a tilt of his blue-armoured head.
"They were tracking something." said Shrk'Jaar, "There might be another hostile in the cabin above us?"
With impressive stealth for such large creatures, Seras and Shrk'Jaar stalked to the trapdoor and pulled themselves up into the passenger cabin, following the two hounds.
The hounds were sniffing their way around the cabin, growling wetly as they padded between the rows of seats. They singled out one casualty among the bloody mess on the cabin floor; one which looked like a young human girl. She was lying helpless in the central isle, but instead of attacking the hounds merely nosed at the girl, licking her face.
Shrk'Jaar was confused until he looked closer, at which point he picked out the familiar features on the girl's face, and the bladed chain lying beside her dispelled any remaining doubt. Shrk'Jaar growled. Any friend of the demon Keravnos was no friend of his.
"That's one of the demons." Shrk'Jaar warned his ally, pointing. Seras let out an angry chittering sound.
The two aliens needed no further prompting, and leapt forward to attack. A long, stuttering stream of plasma bolts blasted from Shrk'Jaar's razik bracers, joined by the brighter flare of Seras' own arm cannon. The two hounds yelped and broke to either side as the furniture around them blew apart, raining plastic shards and scraps of burning seat fabric. Shrk'Jaar knew that the hounds were dangerous, but the "demon" was more dangerous still and he headed straight for her. Keravnos was just getting to her feet when Shrk'Jaar tackled her clean through the open door near the plane's tail. He freefell for several metres and slammed into the tarmac below with the demon underneath him, one set of blades slashing down to punch through her chest and out the other side, pinning her to the ground. The demon flailed at him, her jaw a black, imploded ruin that was twisting and reknitting itself even as he watched. Teeth sprouted from the shattered jawbone to come together in a predatory snarl. She was inhumanly strong, wrenching Shrk'Jaar's arm back and forth as she attempted to free herself from the impaling blades. The barbed chain lying on the ground began to jangle and writhe, slithering towards Keravnos' hand of its own accord. Shrk'Jaar stamped down hard on the demon's reaching hand and drew back his free arm to strike her head from her shoulders.
Before he could land the blow one of the hounds leapt from the cabin door and barrelled into him from behind, leaping up onto his back. Its front claws scrabbled for purchase on Shrk'Jaar's shoulders, raking great parallel scratches in the armour. Its teeth snapped at his neck. Shrk'Jaar threw himself backwards to crush the monster under his weight, and his antagonist lost its grip on him as they both rolled away across the courtyard. His backplate glazed with blood, his nostrils full of the reek of burning tar, Shrk'Jaar kicked out to flip himself back onto his feet. He had lost track of his original target in the ambush. Seras was fighting the other hound, and Shrk'Jaar's own opponent was scrambling upright, several of the saurian's scaly dreadlocks held between its teeth where it had ripped them away. It dropped the bloody tendrils and howled. Shrk'Jaar glanced quickly around, but couldn't locate Keravnos before the hound was on him again, dodging a volley from his plasma caster before leaping up and closing its jaws around his outstretched arm.
Shrk'Jaar staggered back, his tail lashing as he fought to keep his balance. His armoured vambrace began to splinter under the pressure of the hound's jaws and pain exploded up his arm. With a roar of anger Shrk'Jaar managed to wrench his injured arm across his body, dragging the beast with it and into a position where he could punch forward with his other fist to drive the twin wristblades into its neck. He ripped the serrated blades downwards to open the creature from throat to navel, but instead of blood and entrails a shower of fiery embers burst forth, enveloping Shrk'Jaar. The Skaarj staggered back and cuffed at his eyes, throwing the dead weight of the hound away from him. It caught fire and burst into a cloud of ashes as it hit the ground.
Shrk'Jaar's red eyes smouldered in the firelight as he looked around for Seras and his original prey. Instead he saw a familiar armoured figure watching him from the school roof, a giant axe held horizontally over a swirling nimbus of flame, its tattered black cape billowing dramatically in the wind. The second demon.
Shrk'Jaar raised both fists and fired off a long burst of plasma towards Dominus Lupi, hoping to knock him down from his superior position and into the fire raging in the building attic.
Shrk'Jaar tags Keravnos
10/6/2
Potatrobot
05-16-2012, 12:10 AM
Huntsman yelled out in panic as the two hounds bore down on him. He would have shot them, but he had neglected to pull the hammer back on his shotgun after it fired at Shrk'Jaar, thus leaving the next round unloaded. They knocked him to the ground and started biting his legs, their fiery teeth drying the blood up instantly. He resorted to clubbing them over their heads with the barrels of his weapon, but by then they had done their damage and bolted away.
He staggered to his feet. The two huge creatures had not yet appeared, when he was sure that they would be on him like white on rice. Granted, one of them tried to shoot him, but that was it. From outside the cargo hold there was the sound of a fight: howling, yelling, roaring, and plasma bolts flying. He was glad he wasn't a part of it.
But then, someone stepped into the cargo hold through the door at the far end. It was the girl he had shot. Little did he know that he had actually shot her twice. Besides the hole in the back of her throat, she also had a hole in the middle of her chest. She did not look happy.
Darting to the side, she grabbed one of the huge steel crates with one hand, the metal crumpling between her fingers. She lifted it over her head and hurled it down the length of the hold. Huntsman only had time to jump to the side before the massive weight crashed and tumbled along the floor where he had been standing. He dropped his gun in the process, and it clattered a few feet away from him.
Keravanos strode furiously toward Huntsman, who in turn crawled desperately towards his shotgun. She lashed her chain at him, and it wrapped around his ankle, the thick leather keeping the barbs from touching his skin. Just as he put a few fingers on the stock of his weapon, Keravanos pulled him away. He had just enough grip for the gun to slide toward him a little before he got too far away from it.
He still scrambled for his weapon, even as the demon pulled him further away. He just couldn't reach. He looked around himself, refusing to look at the demon, and his eyes fell on a long, curved strip of metal that had landed near him when Dominus' hounds tore through the hold walls. He grabbed it and reached forward with it. Keravanos saw his plan and yanked again, and the strip missed the gun, striking the floor. He reached forward again, and she yanked again, but a little too late, because the thin end slipped around the trigger guard, latching onto the gun. He immediately pulled it in and grabbed hold of it, pulling the hammer back while he did so.
The demon pulled again, but this time, Huntsman rolled over onto his back, aimed his faithful shotgun up at the feral girl and fired.
She was at quite a distance when he shot her for a third time, so the effect of the gun's hard ammo was minimal. But the flame wasn't. Her clothes caught fire and she staggered back, burned and dazed but not hurt. Huntsman had enough time to unlatch the chain with his gloved hand, and stood up to behold a rather disturbing sight.
Keravanos was growing extra bones over her whole body, coating herself in a spooky white armour. The fire went our quickly. Huntsman fired again. Then he fired again. He kept shooting, pulling the hammer back with each shot, turning the cylinder over onto a new shot each time, never depleting. The flame had no effect other than blackening her bone armour, but the buckshot chipped away at it. She was beginning to stagger. He walked forward to keep the distance the same. The bones on her chest were having a hard time regenerating as fast as they were being shot off. Finally, they opened up to reveal the demon's skin.
Huntsman dashed forward, poked the barrels right at the opening and fired. Every pellet in the round went into her skin, and the flame rushed in with them, charring her from the inside out.
She fell backwards onto her back, clutching the wound, chain still in hand. The ground opened up beneath her, revealing a pure black circle. Voices wailed from inside the pit, and Keravanos' bone armour began crumbling into dust, before her disguise unravelled, showing Huntsman her true form. She began flaking up, each sheet of flesh darting down into the void, until only her chain remained. As the hole began to close, it slithered down into it after its master, the end slipping inside just as the pit closed completely.
Huntsman let out a sigh of relief, and slumped down against the wall of the cargo hold.
Huntsman frags Keravanos. 9/5/2
Jacogos
05-18-2012, 01:14 AM
Seras pulled his arm-blade out of the inferno of the hound's gullet and slung the dead demon-animal off as he did so, flinging the melting carcass into the fire of the plane. The demoness had fell again and now the insectoid alien noticed their next target as Shrk'Jaar began to fire upon him. The commando began silently sprinting across the icy blacktop as the demon was distracted by the saurian's plasma bolts.
Dominus Lupi snarled as he realized that his hellhounds were both dead. He was about to call out a few more when he realized that a projectile was coming towards him. Letting the portal go, the demon sidestepped the blast easily, but was surprised when the roof under him decided to give way under his weight. He was falling before he could do anything else.
Seras saw this and quickly adjusted his plan of attack. The demon had been close enough to the edge of the roof to have fallen into a room easily accessible by those windows. Yes, as he switched to thermal vision, Seras could see the impressive heat signature of the demon. Switching back to regular vision, the insectoid leaped a leap that would have put a human on a pole-vault to shame. Through the glass window and into the sloped room.
Dominus Lupi had landed in that room and dug his axe into the slope quickly, stopping him from sliding on the uncertain floor. As he was regaining his bearings on his whereabouts, he was suddenly aware of a crashing sound behind him. Spinning, the demon quickly brought his axe about to catch whatever was coming at him.
Seras had about a split second to catch the reversal on his arm-blade. The demon was fast, belying his size. Seras quickly dropped to the ground in front of the demon and struck at the inhuman being's legs with his own. Dominus grunted and dropped to a knee, then struck the round with the head of his axe, pulling up a plume of lava around him. Seras skittered backwards from the plume, then released the energy blast he had been storing for the demon.
The energy struck Dominus Lupi full in the face, blowing the demon backwards onto his back. Seras quickly exited the room back onto the blacktop while the demon was recovering. There was another target he had his eyes on that this demon was only distracting from.
Seras Tags Dominus Lupi
12/06/02
AliceMalice15
05-21-2012, 04:04 AM
Keravnos did not even allow time for her spirit to fall to Hell much less appear in front of the gods. She was raging! She was livid! She was furious! Even the devil himself wouldn't stand in her way now. The hole in the ground that had swallowed Keravnos was torn back open by a large pair of extremely sharp claws which were made from Keravnos' bones. She was now a creature made entirely of bone with plenty to spare and the density and concentration caused it to appear black. A terrible, otherworldly, heart-wrenching sound came from the creatures open mouth as it crawled out of the pit.*
It was a form of Keravnos chose not to use often for it's appearance was less than appealing and more than terrifying. It would make killing and taking souls easier, but it ruined the fun. The fun was over now however. She would not put up with such losses she would not be defeated by some stupid aliens and a witch hunter!
"YOU WILL DIE," Keravnos *shrieked," YOU WILL ALL DIE!!!"
The creature screamed again and leapt upon the nearest creature. The human frame of the huntsman was no match for the bone creature. It's weight forced him down without struggle. The human witch hunter was not through however and splashed holy water in Keravnos' face. The bone started to smoke and Keravnos let out a wail of pain and leapt back landing on the wing of the plane. The large metal vehicle groaned under the bone creatures weight and began to collapse and tumble. The aliens had been lucky enough to have been going after Dominus, but even then the building where the plane had held it up fell from beneath their feet laming them on the ground hard. Standing up from the now grounded plane Keravnos lifted it on it's side and reached underneath. Pulling out the huntsman she tossed the plane like a toy goring deep rivets in the ground where it slid. Reaching back she slammed the huntsman into the ground several times hearing many bones crack under the bows. Convinced of his disablement she lept up to the rooftop crashing though to the next floor and finding herself above the engine where the plane had reset itself. Digging in to the floor she stood infront of the engine waiting to be attacked. The game began anew, and his time the rules had changed.
Keravnos tags Huntsman
11/03/01
Potatrobot
05-21-2012, 01:52 PM
Pain. That was Huntsman. That was his entire state of mind. The one sensation that has the ability to block out all other thoughts, to make any living thing forget years of development and evolution and revert back to the most primitive thoughts: Make it stop!
That was what was on Huntsman's mind as he lay, beaten and broken, on the ground by the plane. What was worse, he didn't remember how he got like that. The last cohesive thought he remembered was sitting against the wall of the cargo hold, having just vanquished a demon. Now there he was, battered and half-dead.
With a strain of phenomenal will power, he opened his eyes. His blood was trailing away from his body, but his entire body hurt, so he couldn't tell where it was coming from. Although, he saw something else, something he didn't remember owning at all, not even before he was brought to the horrible arena: a rounded flask with a plain Crucifix decorating the neck.
He didn't know what else to do. He needed something to help him recover, even if just to stop himself from bleeding to death for just a few seconds, and the bottle of water was all he had. He shifted his broken arm, and it exploded with pain. He tried again, this time using as few muscles as possible. It still exploded with pain, but it was enough to close half the distance. He stopped to catch his breath, wondering how his body was ever able to function at the level where he could take down a demon.
He gave one last effort to move the bottle closer to his mouth and closed the gap. He sucked half the bottle's contents into his mouth and swallowing painfully. He was about to close his eyes and rest when he felt something deep inside of him. Something that wasn't pain, and it was fast spreading. It felt like a refreshing burn, and as if to prove that point, a geyser of steam erupted from Huntsman's mouth.
He was terrified, as one would expect to be if a geyser of steam suddenly burst out of their mouth. What was more, as Huntsman looked across at his broken arm, he almost fainted at what he saw. The bone fracture, a very prominent injury, was mending itself. It still hurt, so very much because the broken bones all over his body were shifting around and shoving themselves back into place, but once they started mending together the pain started to lift. He could focus on other things, like closing the little lid at the head of the bottle. Eventually, he was able to sit up.
Where did he get that water? one of the gods asked.
How should I know? another responded, All he had when he got here was that little gun of his.
So... what? another chipped in, He just pulled it out of his ass?
Wouldn't you like to know.
Huntsman stood up, slowly. He might have been healed by the water in the mysterious flask, but he was weak. He opened the flask again and was about to drain the entire thing, but thought better of it, and only swallowed a mouthful. That was enough to get him back in gear, albeit a low gear. He looked around himself, and spotted a lone figure coated completely in black armour. He would have dismissed it as a new opponent if he didn't recognise the bone structure: it was just like the armour that demon girl sported before Huntsman shot her. Again.
She was looking right back at him. He was wounded prey, and they both knew it. He wouldn't be putting up any fights from then on, so he thought he'd brave death and be a pain in that creature's arse just one, last time. Using his shotgun like a walking stick, he limped his way over to the school building.
Quite some time later, he was above the engine, and the demon was waiting for his almost crippled form. They were about eight metres apart, and anyone knew at a glance that Huntsman would not make it out of the duel alive. Attempting to be quick, he whipped up his shotgun, only to have Keravanos' chain bitch-slap it to the side. He pulled the hammer back and fired again, and was met by a similar response to his first try.
Quick as a flash, the black pile of bones dashed forward and gripped Huntsman by the neck, hoisting him up in the air. He didn't make a sound.
"Is this it?" the demon sneered at her all-too-easy prey, "is this the best you can possibly do, human? You don't know suffering, you weak excuse for a creature!
She slammed him down on the wing of the plane, kicked him in the gut and lifted him back up again. He still kept silent as Keravanos stared him right in the eyes. Until too late did she see that he was using his free hand to throw something at her.
Without letting go, she flinched wildly to avoid the flask of Holy water. It rolled over to her foot, and top open. Nothing spilled out, because it was just an empty bottle. She tightened her grip on Huntsman's neck, cutting off the flow of air.
"HA!" she screamed at him, "Where's your little baby bottle now? You have nothing that can kill me. You have nothing that can even hurt me. You have no-"
That was one sentence she didn't get to finish. In that one instant, just as her mouth opened to form the 'O' in 'nothing', Huntsman saw a window of opportunity. In that instant, he justified his actions. In that instant, Keravanos saw why the bottle was empty, because in that instant Huntsman jutted his head forward and spat the remaining Holy water into the demon's open mouth.
With a loud hiss the water found its mark within Keravanos' open maw, and even louder than that was the sound of her wail of pain. She, however, knew that she had to hold on to her prey to keep it from escaping. Huntsman didn't see what she did next, because the lack of oxygen caused him to slip out of consciousness.
Huntsman tags Keravanos, 8/4/2
Jacogos
05-29-2012, 11:11 PM
Seras quickly found his target. It was similar to the dogs that the demon he had just attacked released to attack the human and Seras's partner, the saurian, but this dog was larger and more powerful. Seras needed a surprise attack, and thankfully, the dog wasn't focused on him. Switching the thermal vision to better track the demonic hound, Seras closed in on his prey.
The dog was much smaller than Seras had first thought when he witnessed it take down the demon Dominus Lupi. This confused him at first, but perhaps there was something about the dog that could change its size... That would make sense, as he could not imagine this small thing ripping out that demon's throat so easily. The entire time Seras had approached the dog, he had been charging up his energy cannon and now that he was within range, Seras released the energy in a burst shot, splaying the vicinity with burning energy.
At first, Seras was sure that the dog hadn't seen him coming, but the hellhound reacted with inhuman speed to his attack, so it must have sensed or smelled him coming. Moving quickly to the side and out of the blast radius, the dog recoiled its legs and launched itself at Seras after recovering from the dodge. However, Seras was ready for him. Energy blade swip'd out and caught the hound under its leg as the insectoid ducked under the leaping hound.
Asorath yelped in pain as the blade sliced into his flesh, but Seras wasn't quite done. However, the dog was also still ready to go, and upon landing, turned and breathed fire at Seras. Swearing in his clicking tongue, the insectoid launched a weaker energy bolt at the fire and dispersed it, the two forces joining in a blinding light. This was a new thing for Seras, as he had never seen the energy join with fire before. Taking the moment that was given to him, the insectoid slipped away back towards the airplane as the dog recovered from its blinded state.
Seras tags Asorath
11/06/02
Azazeal849
05-31-2012, 10:09 PM
As Seras vaulted up the wall to engage Dominus Lupi, Shrk'Jaar ran to the foot of the school building and leapt upward, following his ally. He stabbed his razik blades deep into the concrete, the alien metal cracking through the composite with ease. Above him, he could hear the high-pitched whine of the lethal turbofan still embedded in the building, but the mechanical shriek was suddenly punctuated by a sharp wail. Shrk'Jaar gathered himself and leapt upwards again to bring himself level with one of the second floor windows, before pulling his claws free of the concrete and vaulting through the window. He landed in the teacher's lounge in a battle-ready crouch, his jaw a mask of blood from his broken tusk, the remains of his scaly dreadlocks rippling dangerously.
He was confronted by a tall, spindly creature covered in black armour that was all organic curves and hard edges. His eyes widened when he realised that the creature's exoskeleton was not armour at all, but bone. The thing was standing over the broken body of a human who Shrk'Jaar recognised from the cargo hold, but the bone creature was so different from the last time he had seen it that it was only when it spoke to him that he recognised it.
“Oh.” Keravnos said silkily, turning her ossified head towards the Skaarj. Her soft brown eyes looked unspeakably wrong sunk within the sockets of an angular, grinning skull. “It's you again.”
Shrk'Jaar didn't give her the chance to make the first attack. He threw himself at the demon with an angry roar, lunging with both pairs of blades. He barrelled into the demon and stabbed at its fused ribcage, but where his blades had punched through concrete with ease, they simply glanced off the demon's bone armour. Keravnos responded by seizing Shrk'Jaar's shoulder guard and wheeling him over her shoulder, slamming him into the floor. Beneath the carpet, wooden floorboards splintered from the impact. Keravnos held out an arm and long spikes of bone sprouted from her fingertips, finding the joints in Shrk'Jaar's armour and piercing the scaly flesh beneath. The Skaarj warrior let out a sharp grunt of pain.
“No.” Keravnos hissed, “More. Games.”
The demon pushed her bone claws deeper. Her teeth were bared in a feral snarl, the death's head mask of her face only serving to make the bestial look even more monstrous.
Shrk'Jaar snarled right back at her, and raised his fist to send a bolt of plasma into the demon's face. She recoiled and the Skaarj warrior fired again, forcing his torn muscles to respond as he sent a long, stuttering stream of plasma into the demon at point blank range. As the second bolt flared against her skull, Keravnos caught herself on her back foot. She was able to raise her skeletal arms as a shield to block the third and fourth. But the barrage was only a blinding distraction, as out of the plasma fireball came Shrk'Jaar, the blades on his right arm aimed at the one weak point in the demon's bony armour. The twin blades slid home into Keravnos' eye sockets, bursting the hatefully soft brown orbs and grinding against the back of her skull.
She didn't even shriek, and Shrk'Jaar thought it was a killing blow until Keravnos seized him by the throat and threw him across the lounge. Shrk'Jaar hit the ground and tumbled, straight into the glacis of broken floorboards that sloped down into the hungry maw of the aircraft engine. Skaarj reflexes saved his life yet again and he rammed one set of blades desperately into the wood, dangling with his feet a mere half metre above the howling turbine.
Shrk'Jaar tags Keravnos
9/6/2
Potatrobot
06-01-2012, 12:55 AM
While Keravanos battled Shrk'Jaar, Huntsman was left unmolested on the floor. Without anything to stop him from breathing, he jolted back into consciousness as he drew a sharp breath. For a whole twenty seconds the human lay there, panting as hard as he could to compensate for the air he had been denied.
The demon hadn't killed him, he realised, and as his eyes adjusted to the light he could see that she had chosen a completely different target. First, she had Shrk'Jaar on the ropes, digging into his flesh with nightmarish bones, but he managed to wiggle out and return the favour with bright bolts of plasma, before skewering her in the head with two sharp blades.
While this happened, Huntsman propped himself up with his shotgun, using it like a walking stick. His legs wobbled beneath him, threatening to throw him to the ground again. He endeavoured to keep his balance.
But then, right when he was sure that Keravanos would be killed, she picked up her enemy and threw him across the room. He disappeared behind a slope in the floor, from which the scream of a whirring turbine originated.
Slowly, and steadily, the hunter regained his footing. He had barely straightened his back when Keravanos wheeled around and glared at him. By instinct Huntsman raised his shotgun, and by instinct Keravanos flicked out her chain to interrupt the firing process. The swing went wild, and although Huntsman still had to duck, he could see why she had such terrible aim in an instant: she was blinded.
Taking his only chance, the hunter dashed to the demon's left, making as much noise with his boots as possible, and then immediately back-pedalled to her right to avoid the foreseen swing of her chain. He did the same thing to the right, and once again avoided the hit, but now Keravanos had the idea. She whirled the chain over her head a few times before swinging it in front of her to catch Huntsman in the middle.
He managed to drop to the floor to barely avoid the barbed link, but Keravanos must have heard him, and brought the chain down on the floor where he lay. He rolled to the side, and while lying on his back, raised the shotgun and fired at the monster's face.
Her head snapped back from the impact, and she staggered away from Huntsman. He leaped onto his feet and fired again, and again, and again. The last time he did this, the flames blackened her white bones and the buckshot chipped away at them. But this time, the bones were already pitch black and weren't even cracking. But it was enough to get the monster to keep backing away. Huntsman followed closely with shaky steps, intent on driving her back with as many shots as possible.
She regained a little bearing and swung her chain, but it missed and cleaved a glass cabinet in two with a shattering crash that could barely be heard over the turbine. Huntsman fired again and kept her down. She was getting very close to the slope that led into the yawning mouth of the plane's turbine, and she knew it. In order to gain a good foothold on the broken floor, she took a long step backwards, and it worked. She raised her chain and prepared to slash the source of the troublesome buckshot, and would have successfully carved Huntsman in two if it weren't for a very helpful individual whom Huntsman couldn't see.
Keravanos tipped backwards, losing her balance. The chain missed by a mile and ripped a hole in the floor. She began waving her arms around to keep herself upright, but a force other than gravity was tipping her over. Huntsman peered over the edge of the slope. Right near the bottom, with his legs half a metre from the blender-like blades of the turbine, was Shrk'Jaar, one set of blades anchoring him to the floor, the other hand pulling on Keravanos's ankle. Knowing that the moment was extremely opportune, Huntsman pulled the hammer on his shotgun back, took aim at Keravanos' chest, and fired. She staggered back, tripping over as Shrk'Jaar maintained his grip on her ankle, and tumbled backwards into the turbine.
There are numerous reasons why you shouldn't push a demon made almost entirely out of bone into a jet turbine, one of them being that the demon might be dense enough to stop the blades from spinning. This is exactly what happened, and with a piercing shriek the turbine stopped moving, leaving Keravanos waist-high in rotor blades and just out of arm's reach of Shrk'Jaar. The strain on the turbine was immense, evident by a high pitched whine that grew exponentially louder.
"Fuck you, hunter!" shrieked the demon, as Huntsman helped pull up the Skaarj, "Fuck you so much!"
Another reason not to push a demon made almost entirely out of bone into a jet turbine is that if they aren't in fact dense enough to stop the blades from spinning, there will be far too much foreign material for the turbine to function correctly. This also happened, announced by a loud crunch as the blades lurched further in their halted revolution. Keravanos had only enough time to give her killers one last look of hatred before the blades overcame her strength and sucked her into the engine.
Huntsman and Shrk'Jaar got up and ran away from the turbine together, and they had just cleared the threshold of the room when the over-sized blender exploded. A billowing ball of fire burst from the rotor blades as the turbine bulged and blew apart, resulting in a sentence with enough 'B's a to thrill a bee keeper. But it also resulted in a horrible, metallic shriek as the turbine was ripped apart at the seams, and the two fleeing contestants could do nothing but cover their ears as the air shook with a heavy explosion. The ground heaved, windows shattered, and gusts of smoke erupted into the air.
A safe distance from the blast zone, Huntsman turned to Shrk'Jaar.
"I've got to thank you for saving me back there," he said wearily, "If you didn't attack that demon she would have killed me then and there. And thank you for helping me dispatch her, she would have overcome me if you hadn't tripped her over."
Huntsman frags Keravanos, 7/4/2
http://i590.photobucket.com/albums/ss341/SQJPure/001451.png?t=1334769074
(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/08/03
*Fragged Lupi
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 10/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 9/06/02
*Frags Keravnos
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-11/04/02
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr224/Berzerker-Chan/excellent2.png?t=1301296317
Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 7/04/02
*Fragged Keravnos
*Fragged Keravnos
HEAD HUNTER
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http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2436028.jpg
Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/00/00
(DEAD)
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
*Honourable Dead*
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/01/01
(DEAD)
Jacogos
06-07-2012, 03:39 AM
Seras was almost back to the airplane when something tickled the back of his neck. Heat. Dodge rolling out of the way, Seras narrowly escaped being engulfed in a plume of fire that appeared from the ground where he had been. Dominus Lupi was pissed, charging right towards the insectoid alien.
Arm blade coming out, Seras met the demon's axe and flicked it aside to avoid being split in twine. The axe met the ground and split the earth, bubbling lava from the depths by some dark magic. Seras quickly leaped to the side as Lupi swiped at him with his free hand. While the demon was preoccupied removing his axe from the ground, Seras charged up an energy blast, then, as Dominus brought the weapon around to behead him, jumped into the sky.
The leap was directly over the demon's head, and Seras was pleased to let the energy bolt loose into the demon's face. Lupi howled in rage as the blast caught him full on, but Seras wasn't done yet. Landing, the Space Pirate spun and plunged his arm saber full into Lupi's lower back, protruding the weapon out the other side of the demon. However, the beast seemed unaffected, as with a snarl, he spun and knocked Seras spiraling with the back of his hand. The energy blade 'snapped', returning to Seras's arm without actually leaving Lupi's body, so no exit wounding happened.
Seras managed to land upright, though, a few yards away. His arm came up and wiped at his mandibles. Damn demon got a lucky shot there... Nevertheless, Seras's damage was done, and he had a feeling the demon didn't need much more to take down.
Seras tags Dominus Lupi
10/06/02
Azazeal849
06-07-2012, 07:30 AM
A safe distance from the blast zone, Huntsman turned to Shrk'Jaar.
"I've got to thank you for saving me back there," he said wearily, "If you didn't attack that demon she would have killed me then and there. And thank you for helping me dispatch her, she would have overcome me if you hadn't tripped her over."
Saved by a human. Shrk'Jaar kept thinking to himself, and he ground his fangs. Stranger still, the human was thanking him too. To Shrk'Jaar's ears he was speaking perfect but bizarrely accented Skaarj, though the movements of his mouth were clearly not matching up with the sounds. Shrk'Jaar had long stopped trying to fathom the alien technology which had granted them all mutual intelligibility. With an effort he controlled the slight disgust he felt at a human mimicking the Skaarj tongue, and cleared his throat.
"You are...welcome human." The words felt strange. But this "Hunter" was not just a dangerous fighter, but a potential asset against whatever forces were keeping them here. And he had already shown an affinity for taking down the demons, who were the enemies of all here.
“One down, one to go.” he growled to Huntsman. He rolled his shoulder in an attempt to stop it stiffening up from the bone spike that had recently raked across his shoulder blade. "Let us end this and find a way out of here."
Ahead of them, Shrk'Jaar saw the caped demon in combat with Seras, and for a moment everything else seemed to drain away. Now the demon was wounded, its female ally was gone for good, and this time they had the advantage. He began to run towards it, razik blades extended. The demon spun round with a swirl of its tattered cape and narrowed its eyes. It stamped the ground and fire exploded from the asphalt between them, bubbling the tarmac. Shrk'Jaar weaved through it with all his Skaarj agility, pushing off first one foot and then the other to evade the lines of fire as they swept towards him. He ducked low, razik blades held wide to slice through the demon's legs, and in response the demon shifted its grip to both ends of its axe, looking to arrest the alien's forward momentum with a rapid thrust of of the haft. Instead Shrk'Jaar leapt over it, right up past the demon's shoulder, and knifed down hard into the gap between Dominus Lupi's shoulder plate and helmet. Wounded by Seras' attack, Dominus Lupi was just a little too slow to counter. The twin blades on Shrk'Jaar's right arm disappeared up to the fist in the demon's torso before Shrk'Jaar's own momentum tore them free, dragging blood and shreds of lung tissue after them as the downward force of the blow drove Dominus Lupi to his knees. Shrk'Jaar landed behind him and immediately lashed into a spin, the backhand blow raking across the demon's neck with savage momentum and carrying his head away with it. It tumbled away and bounced wetly across the tarmac, still encased in its sloped helmet.
"UHR GT'CHA!" the Skaarj roared at the demon's decapitated body as it slumped to the floor. He had had enough of being toyed with by these creatures, and now the tables were turning. He nodded to Huntsman and Seras, and pointed to the school as a place of cover to plan their next move.
Shrk'Jaar frags Dominus Lupi
8/6/2
Potatrobot
06-07-2012, 08:58 AM
"Let us end this and find a way out of here." Shrk'Jaar growled. Once he was sure that what the behemoth reptile had just said was an invitation to a partnership, Huntsman nodded slowly, the wide rim of his faded, black leather hat obscuring his face.
Then the massive creature dashed off, and Huntsman could only stare at him from under the rim of his hat. He stroked his short beard of bronze hair, and then he set off after him, paying additional attention to the movements of his legs so that he didn't fall over. Keravanos' beating had taken its toll, but the mysterious flask of Holy water had come close to undoing it. In any case, it went without saying that the hunter was badly bruised and had limited control over his sense of balance, and would not be able to take much of a beating. It was for that reason that he was glad the Skaarj he had helped decided that, even in his weakness, Huntsman would make a good ally in the chaotic turn of events that was the Deadmatch.
He was just in time to see said Skaarj decapitate a demon almost completely wreathed in flames. To see a demon's head topple off when they were so capable of decimating their targets was a welcome sight. Then, the impressive warrior nodded to him and another figure he couldn't see behind some of the remains of the school building. Peering around the corner, the hunter beheld the second of the two contestants he saw in the cargo hold of the plane. He had forgotten all about them by the time Dominus' hounds chased him down, but he now remembered that they weren't interested in attacking each other either.
More allies. Huntsman thought, his bloodied lips curling into a small grin, Looks like luck's decided to smile.
He nodded back to Shrk'Jaar and Seras, and hobbled alongside them into the school building.
Non-attacking post 7/4/2
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(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 10/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 8/06/02
*Frags Keravnos
*Frags Lupi
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-11/03/01
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr224/Berzerker-Chan/excellent2.png?t=1301296317
Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 7/04/02
*Fragged Keravnos
*Fragged Keravnos
HEAD HUNTER
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http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2436028.jpg
Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/00/00
(DEAD)
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/08/03
*Fragged Lupi
*Honourable Dead*
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/01/01
(DEAD)
Phoenix
06-12-2012, 07:56 PM
The beast had fallen twice, his head sliced from his body. His plan was beginning to work. Dominus lupi was spreading chaos, anger, hatred, and most importantly carelessness. The ground opened silently behind the three comrades. Up rose Dominus Lupi in his fresh battle attire. He raised his axe high into the air, summoning an endless spawn of hell hounds. "Ra balsw ofk ka tu xekkefr" his words were soft, but they the hound all howled in unison, still leaping from the open ground. They growled and whined softly and fire burst from their bodies, seeming to get stronger. "Dys woslyk pafzity uai. Ka oz e pattofk."
The hounds howled again, all rushing after the three entering the school. The fire upon their bodies growing larger and larger. Pieces of their flesh peeled off, falling to the cold ground forming a trail of lava. Flames leapt from the open ground, encasing Dominus Lupi in a barrier of fire. "Ra balsw ofk key." His words growing in volume. By this time, the three knew something was wrong. They turned to see the raging inferno following them and began running. This was unlike anything they had ever face within their combined experience.
The hounds quickly attacked Seras and Shrk'Jaar. Throwing them to the ground and pinning them. The flames consumed them, unable to see what was going on. Not a single bite or scratch was left on these two as the target was not them. The hounds continued flooding the school, through the classrooms, attacking all living things. The same 10 seconds on repeat made sure the hounds would never go hungry in the promise of new flesh for them to eat. "Byozs tu hysz. Yos ifsed uai pafzity yjyluswefr."
The ground closed, allowing no more hell hounds to be spawned. By this time, the hounds had the one known as Huntsman down on the ground, his trusty shotgun was taken away by one of the hounds, melted and eaten by the intense fires created by the hounds. "faq uai qedd bopy oltorykkaf" Dominus Lupi grinned and walked slowly into the school, hounds moved to the sides of the entrance to allow him a walking path. Every hound bowed their head in unison to their one true master. He finally came upon the huntsman laying on the ground held down by the hounds of hell. "Any last words, puny human?" The great fire around him cracked and popped, warping the floor and threatened to cave in the school. The huntsman opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off with a boot to the face from Dominus Lupi. He laughed as he raised his axe to the sky. The boot print left in the huntsman's face seared his skin and blistered immediately. Screams were heard by all in the school which caused the demon to laugh more and for the hounds to howl.
"Your time is up, boy." He lowered his axe, placing the red hot metal against the Huntsman's face, pulling his attention to the demon. "Demons are not known to kill for revenge." In his mind a flash of Kervnos' image. "But I will make an exception." He held the flat edge of the blade against Huntsman's face, burning and melting the flesh from his cheek. "Nothing flashy this time." He laughed remembering when he had ripped the hearts of Seras and Skrk'Jarr out for all to see. "No, this time it will only be heartless, merciless, savage torture." He pulled the axe again, the Huntsman's cheek coming with it. No blood was shed due to the sheer heat of the fire pulsing off of the weapon.
"Zplyot. Zplyot bal ty. E sony rlyos hdyozily ef uail orafu." The hounds howled again, biting at the Huntsman's legs. Dominus Lupi quickly raised his axe and severed the Huntsman's left leg, and then again the right. "Scream for me human." His words had no emotion to them as he stared back at the face of the helpless human. All the Huntsman could do was comply to his wishes and scream. The demon smirked slightly and moved back to face the human. "Ahyf wez yuyz." He spoke to the hounds again. One walked over and scratched at Huntsman's eyes, tearing the eyelid back. "Let me be the last thing you ever see." With that he slammed the blade of the axe deep into the Huntsman's chest, slicing him in half. Again he lifted the axe, repeating his actions into the Huntsman was in bite sized pieces. "Byozs tu pwedklyf."
He said once more before exiting the school. Right before the entrance, he raised his axe once more. The ground cracked and opened raising a large wooden throne. He took a few steps before coming upon his throne and running his hand over it slightly. He turned and sat looking into the school, watching as the hounds ate the pieces of the Huntsman. The aura of fire that surrounded Dominus Lupi was not surrounding the throne he sat upon.
http://www.milesteves.com/gallery/d/847-4/Throne+Demon+concept.jpg
Dominus Lupi frags The Huntsman.
10/3/1
OOC :**If you would like to know what each of the things he is saying are, let me know. I have him speaking in a simple demon language.
OOC :**When you read, please use this music as a backing. :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRc4fLKfxSs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56k0nGhNMM8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_KTYw4UO38
Remember, one at a time.
Potatrobot
06-13-2012, 08:27 AM
Death was something else for the hunter. Agony though it was, it was also relief. Keravanos' beating no longer had a hold on his capabilities. Dominus' first strike to his chest put him straight out of his pain, and as he found himself in a place completely surrounded by darkness, he knew that the pain wasn't something he had to bear any more.
Dominus was smug. He had every reason to be: the opportunity to torture a pathetic human, the way he screamed, atonement for the death of his companion, and the powerful feeling of elation that it all provided. As he sat there on his throne, surrounded by his hounds, he couldn't help grinning to himself.
In the darkness, Huntsman could hear voices. He recognised one: it was the one that spoke to him when he first appeared on scene. It had said two, simple words that Huntsman followed to the letter: Hunt. Kill.
The voices weren't directed at him, but rather at each other. They were just conversing. After a while, though, one addressed him.
Dominus surrounded himself with his loyal hounds, enjoying the company and the defensive security they provided. Who would attack him now? No one, that's who. Everything was looking perfect. Everything, but for one of his hounds. It looked like it would be sick.
"You have something against demons," the voice said, "you just wouldn't stop hurting them. Nobody else, just the demons."
Huntsman felt the need to shrug modestly, even though he couldn't see anything in the darkness.
"Then you had that bottle. Where did it come from?"
"I don't know." Huntsman admitted.
"What's wrong?" Dominus chuckled to his sick hound, "You eat a bad piece of human?"
It wasn't a piece of Huntsman that was making the creature of fire so ill, it was a piece of his shotgun. More specifically, the Inception Cylinder: an infinite source of the most combustible shotgun ammunition ever created. The creature whined, and a low rumble growled from inside it. Then, it was quiet.
It's always quiet before something bad happens. There's always that moment of silence before the shit hits the fan. It might have been wise of Dominus to consider the repercussions of ordering creatures of fire to eat a never-ending supply of explosives, but it was too late for that now. The cylinder melted, and every round in it ignited simultaneously and continuously.
The hound was disintegrated in an instant as a massive explosion burst forth. A roaring ball of fire grew exponentially from where the creature stood, engulfing Dominus and his troupe within seconds. While the fire wasn't a huge problem, the buckshot was. Millions and millions of pieces of hot metal flew in every direction. The hounds were consumed and destroyed, the throne was decimated to toothpicks which subsequently burned to ash, and Dominus was blasted off his feet by the force of the explosion.
"Now," the god went on, "you've gone so far as to spoon-feed the demons a taste of their own tactic. You've got yourself some friends."
"I didn't know they were working together."
"Are you serious?" scolded another voice, "You thought those hounds were just a spontaneous surprise?"
"I really didn't care to think about it."
Dominus collided roughly with the ground, melting the tarmac and sinking into the resulting puddle. The front of his body was riddled with buckshot, and still the explosion roared. The ball of fire continued to grow, and buckshot pellets and the strange, figure-eight shaped hulls spilled out in every direction. It looked like the destructive combustion would spread over the whole arena, devouring the remaining contestants, when abruptly, it stopped. The fireball expired and the hailstorm of buckshot ceased, although the playground was absolutely covered in it.
The infinite contents of the Inception Cylinder were no longer detonating because they were no longer materialising within the ball of fire. Instead, they were back where they belonged, within the cylinder of a very much intact shotgun. High up on the roof of the school building, holding that shotgun, garbed in leather armour and a faded grey trench coat, and staring darkly at Dominus Lupi as he yanked himself out of the tarmac from under the wide rim of his hat, was Huntsman.
Huntsman tags Dominus Lupi from beyond the grave!
6/3/1
Azazeal849
06-13-2012, 02:32 PM
"What was that?" Shrk'Jaar snapped, spinning round. A wall of fire was sweeping towards the school, devouring everything in its path omnivorously.
"Go forth and die!" a voice from outside boomed over the roar of the flames, and then the Skaarj and his allies realised that the roar was not the air vortex of a hungry fire but the howling of wolves, and the advancing flames resolved themselves into dozens of snarling hellhounds with flames cascading off their skinless backs as they poured through the broken windows and doors. This was unlike anything they had ever faced within their combined experience.
"Fall back!" Shrk'Jaar roared, "Up the stairs!"
The two aliens bounded towards the exit. Halfway up the stairs Shrk'Jaar heard a howl behind him and spun round to confront their pursuers. The injured Huntsman had been separated from them in the confusion, and now there were only baying hounds in the stairwell below them. Shrk'Jaar levelled both plasma casters and sent a wall of energy bolts streaming into the pack as he backpedalled up the stairs. Demons burst apart in a mix of natural and unnatural flames, skeletons briefly flashing like black afterimages in the glare of their own destruction. More hounds charged through their incinerated kin, bursting through their ashen remains before they had even had a chance to fall to the ground. At the second floor landing, they caught up with the two aliens.
Both Seras and Shrk'Jaar were quickly barrelled to the floor under the weight of four of the massive hounds, but strangely they did not attack, simply snarling their hot breath into the aliens' faces as they sought to pin them down under their own weight. The other hounds swept past them, running wild through the school's upper floors. The combined heat was enough to burn the aliens' skin.
"Now you will face armageddon!" proclaimed the voice from below, and this time Shrk'Jaar recognised it - Dominus Lupi. He let out a guttural roar of frustration.
Behind and above him, a similar anger gave Seras strength to work his sword arm free. With a deafening screech he activated the crackling blade and rammed it straight down the throat of one of the hounds pinning him. Both of Shrk'Jaar's guards looked up, snapping angrily as the fire coating their brother's back flared brightly and then went out. As soon as he felt their weight shift Shrk'Jaar tore his own right arm free, putting a clawed hand on the belly of one hound and, with a huge effort, hurling it back against the wall. He half rolled and brought his freed hand round, a great sawing blow that hit with enough force to strike the second hound's head from its shoulders. The creature's lambent flame blistered his exposed hand even as it died, but Shrk'Jaar was too adrenalised to feel it. Every muscle was alive with power; every sense focussed to razor sharpness.
"Make your kill when you have the chance, you fucking ANIMAL!" he spat at the first hound as he sent it tumbling down the stairwell with a sweeping blow of his razik.
"Where are they coming from?" Seras click-hissed, as he let the final hound that tried to pounce on him bisect itself on his arm blade. Blood hissed and spat as it vapourised off the charged weapon.
It was a valid question. Shrk'Jaar had thought that the last two hellhounds he had encountered had been servants of Keravnos, but even though that demon was vanquished the lupine creatures were still pouring into the arena like an infestation. He recalled the thunderous voice from below.
"The other demon." he growled.
There was an agonised scream from the floor below them. Shrk'Jaar had killed enough humans to identify its origin. But he killed them quickly. Whoever was inflicting the suffering below clearly wasn't bothering to do so. The scream went on for a monstrously long time.
It was swallowed by the baying of hounds on the landings above and below. Whatever plan the hellhounds were following, Seras and Shrk'Jaar being free clearly disrupted it. They bounded towards the insectoid and the saurian, setting light to the wooden banisters with their passing. Seras and Shrk'Jaar vaulted over the protective barriers and hurled themselves down the central space of the stairwell, down the centre of the column of fire. Shrk'Jaar landed on top of one hellhound, crushing its spine under his armoured knee, and Seras discharged his arm cannon into the face of a second as it spun round to meet them. Before the hounds swarming the stairwell could turn round and overwhelm them, the two aliens sprinted back into the ground floor classroom. It was ablaze, and a pack of hellhounds were tearing at something on the floor inamongst the overturned tables. The intense heat drove the two aliens back before they could get close enough to see what it was. As Seras turned to fight off the first hound that leapt from the stairwell door, Shrk'Jaar spied a dripping pipe exposed inside the sagging, broken ceiling. Leaping upwards, he severed it with one blow from his razik blades.
A column of water sheeted down from the ruptured pipe, flashing into steam as it spread across the burning floor and met the circle of hounds at the other end. The lesser demons yelped and recoiled, scampering back towards the doors. Following them with his gaze, Shrk'Jaar could see six more of the hounds ranked up outside, before a wall of fire. Through the dancing flames he caught snatches of a dark figure sitting on a wooden throne. He recognised the tall helmet and slanted features.
Evading the pursuing hellhounds through the maze of charred furniture, Seras and Shrk'Jaar splashed through the pooling water and broke free of the choking cloud of steam into the devastated playground.Raking his arm back to cut the face from a hound that tried to follow them, Seras levelled his arm blade at Dominus Lupi and let out a screech.
"Ai hrur gru'ach!" Shrk'Jaar added his own challenge as he raised his arms, the plasma casters between both sets of blades already glowing red from repeated firing.
Then the world exploded.
* * * * * *
Shrk'Jaar picked himself up. Skaarj reflexes had saved him yet again, allowing him to dive back through the broken doorway as the air filled with red-hot shrapnel. Plaster had spalled off the inside walls as buckshot impacted the brickwork outside. Metal pellets had flayed away the window frames and tore the broken double doors in the entrance lobby to matchwood. A lethal hail of them had scythed over Shrk'Jaar as he lay flat in the 6 inches of water now pooling on the floor. Several hellhounds, leaping between overturned pieces of furniture to avoid the water, had simply ceased to exist as the endless stream of buckshot flayed them away and demolished the tables they were standing on. And then, just as abruptly, the onslaught had ceased.
"What the hell was that?" Seras chittered as he rose up dripping from his own hiding place.
Shrk'Jaar merely grunted in response as he stepped outside and rammed his right-hand blades through the skull of a mangled hound that was lying panting on the tarmac. Dominus Lupi was ahead of them, in the shadow of the crashed aircraft. Blood was dripping from his leathery chest from dozens of small shrapnel wounds.
"Whatever it was, it got rid of those damn hounds." The saurian lashed his arms down to his sides, the blades a dull grey in the gloomy aftermath of Huntsman's explosion. "Uhr gt'cha!"
The demon had killed both of them once, and they had killed him once in return; they knew his abilities, and they were not going to underestimate his power. They ran forward together, still in the dark as to the fate of their human ally, but determined to finish the fight with or without him. Dominus Lupi responded with a sweep of his arm that called up a curtain of fire beneath the aliens. They tucked their heads behind their armoured forearms and leapt through it, emerging from the other side in a burst of embers. Seras unleashed a charge from his arm cannon as he breached the fiery curtain. Dominus Lupi didn't even attempt to sidestep the blast; he simply held up his hand and arrested the fireball's progress. The plasma fire washed to either side of him and dissipated, parting before the demon as if the flames themselves were bending to his will. As the aliens came on with blades extended, Dominus Lupi responded by brandishing his axe.
"Come forth, by my command!"
A corona of flame irised into being in front of him and yet another hellhound leapt out of it, slamming into Shrk'Jaar. Seras checked his charge as he realised he would be going in alone but Dominus Lupi was already on him, driving him back with massive sweeps of his double-bladed axe.
Shrk'Jaar staggered back as the hellhound collided with him, all raking claws and snapping fangs. Instead of resisting the fall he rolled with it, kicking his feet into the hound's stomach to send it cartwheeling over his head. Rolling onto his front, he lurched forward on his hands and knees to punch his razik blades into the creature's throat. A backswing from the butt end of Dominus Lupi's axe came out of nowhere to hammer into his backplate and the Skaarj pitched forward, thunderbolts of pain jolting up and down his spine. The business end of the demon's axe would have hit him next, had Seras not leapt forward and seized the haft, attempting to wrestle the weapon from Dominus Lupi's grip. Shrk'Jaar regained his senses in time to see the insectoid narrowly escape with his life, slipping free as Dominus Lupi attempted to grapple his arm and hold him helpless for a finishing blow of the axe.
To cover his ally's retreat, and to capitalise on the demon's distraction, Shrk'Jaar threw himself at Dominus Lupi blades first. The force of the impact drove his opponent over backwards onto the tarmac, the Skaarj warrior’s blades finding the demon’s shoulders and impaling them clean through either side of the collarbone. To a human it would have been a fatal blow, snapping bones and severing nerves, as well as tearing open vital arteries as the Skaarj rolled away and tore the blades free. But Dominus Lupi’s body was not subject to such mortal laws; as Shrk’Jaar’s blades came down his axe came up, the haft slamming into the reptilian’s breastplate and sending him sprawling over the demon’s head. The demon kicked out to flip himself back onto his feet as Shrk’Jaar skidded away. The Skaarj rebounded off the hard ground, his nostrils full of the reek of melting bitumen. He rolled away from a follow-up blow that sent ripples through the tarmac and came up, tail lashing, one clawed hand splayed against the ground for balance as he gained his bearings.
Dominus Lupi opened his mouth and raised his axe again, but had to bring it back down to defend himself as Shrk'Jaar leapt at him to interrupt his summoning. The Skaarj had realised they couldn't allow the demon to call forth any more hellhounds, and he was planning his entire strategy around it. Shrk'Jaar could not comprehend how the demon was teleporting in his hellish reinforcements, but he had recognised that it seemed to require both his axe and his voice.
Seras circled round behind the demon. Dominus Lupi saw the danger and swept his axe in a wide arc, a low sweep designed to scythe the insectoid's legs out from under him. Seras leapt back, and Shrk'Jaar seized his chance to attack the demon before he could bring the axe back round.
Dominus Lupi was strong, and therefore despite the size and weight of his weapon, he was fast. But Shrk'Jaar, genetically engineered to the limits of Skaarj physiology, was faster. He jumped over the return blow, put one foot on the axe haft to spring higher, and aimed a massive swipe of his arm at Dominus Lupi's face. The scything blow tore through the metal of the demon's cheek-guard and the razik blades came away red, drawing a bloody crescent behind them as Dominus Lupi's tongue and lower jaw went spinning away in a welter of blood.
Hopefully, the Lord of Wolves would be summoning no more hellhounds to his aid now.
In response to the pain, or possibly just out of anger, the demon's skin suddenly flared white hot. Shrk'Jaar fell back as the flames engulfed him, searing the scales off one side of his exposed face even as he instinctively shied away. The pain caused him to lose his footing, crunching to his knees in the middle of a carpet of spent buckshot.
"Frek'ta su'rakh!" he hissed in pain as he staggered away with one hand over his face. "Finish him!" he shouted to Seras as he raised his free hand and spat a volley of plasma defiance at the reeling demon.
Shrk'Jaar tags Dominus Lupi
7/6/2
AliceMalice15
06-14-2012, 03:40 AM
Keravnos took her death in tow having done it too many times to count. Sighing she mostly ignored the voices around her. What did she care? She just wanted that Huntsman's head on a pike.
"Well someone is fuming," it was one of the gods, "quite a fight you put up. I wonder if your little partner will still be faithful...do you think he'll avenge you?"
"No," Keravnos said bluntly allowing her bones to grow back into her body, "I don't believe he will and I don't expect him to. It was an alliance of circumstance and no more. Now that I'm 'dead' he will continue as if I had never been there. This is what I expect."
"Well that's a bit harsh," the god purred sounding more amused than sympathetic, "you'd think he'd have a bit more....compassion."
"Ha you're talking about a demon," Keravnos snorted, "compassion isn't exactly our strong suit and we don't honestly care about eachother."
"Then why are you still here," the god chuckled, "what's keeping you from going back to your home?"
"The Huntsman," Keravnos growled, "I want him dead. I am going to destroy him. He thinks he's gotten rid of me, but he has yet to feel my wrath. I will have his head."
When Keravnos felt another presence enter.....what was this place? The fade. That's what she'd call it she went silent and reached out towards it. The Huntsman. As he pulled himself back into the arena Keravnos decided to tag along and see what he was doing and why he died without her help. Upon arriving back at the arena she saw three things. The Huntsman's body lay split open and torn at by teeth and weapon, a large axe by the looks of it- not too far from building being consumed by flames. Then she saw Dominus sitting quite smugly on a wooden throne, and thirdly she saw one of his hounds looking quite sick, an unusual thing to see being that they were not prone to normal illnesses. When the dog exploded in a million different directions Keravnos saw why. Part of the Huntsman's gun had been inside the dogs stomach and was now continuously combusting over and over and over again engulfing the area in a maelstrom of fire. Ending as quickly as it had begun the maelstrom left an injured Dominus wallowing in a pool of melted rubber. Stepping out from behind the Huntsman where she had been standing she glared over at him her eyes nigh upon searing the ectoplasm from his ghostly form.
"I will drag you to Hell when this is over Huntsman," she growled, "and may you suffer ten fold as I do so. I swear it I will drag you straight down to the deepest parts of the center ring of Hell itself and there I will destroy the very fibers of your soul and being one by one until you are no more. Mark my words well human, for I may be a demon, but I will not lie in this matter."
Looking back to the battlefield Keravnos could see the two aliens who had partnered with eachother battling fiercely with Dominus getting a few lucky shots at him in his weakened state. When the saurian's blades rent Dominus' lower jaw and tongue from his head Keravnos smiled knowing an opportunity to strike both of the annoying aliens had just presented itself. Holding out her hand she opened a huge hole in the ground releasing a huge flock of Harpies (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2553/3701356814_11a628ca82.jpg) upon the arena. Massive wings flapped about from all directions and unnatural shrieks sounded from the creatures' mouths. In unison they fell upon both of the aliens pinning them to the ground. Their skin, made of the same extremely dense material as Keravnos in her creature form, was malleable to their will and formed lances where their hands and feet had been.
With a signal from Keravnos the harpies began to use their teeth to pull and tear at the aliens' bodies leaving gaping wounds and patches of exposed muscles across their persons. Using their rough tongues the creatures then began to lick the exposed nerves and tender muscles. The aliens' screams rended the air as the creatures continued to torture them until another signal came and they all flew up to the roof perching on the edge and leering down at the Huntsman who now had no obvious escape from the same if not a worse fate.
Non-penalized attacking post all keep tags
Azazeal849
06-14-2012, 10:47 AM
"I'm calling bullshit!" shouted one of the garishly-dressed gods, pointing a finger at his compatriot, "You let her through! You can't bet on the demons and then rig the game by letting them run amok on the field after they've been eliminated!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't see her slip through until it was too late."
"I might buy that if you weren't sodding omniscient. You can't do that. It's against the rules."
"Sure." shrugged the other deity, "Just like conveniently materialising a flask of holy water into Huntsman's pocket, a weapon that just happens to be really good at killing demons. You'll do anything to screw me over."
"And what about you lot?" put in a third, pointing at a small knot of gods and goddesses who were staying conspicuously out of the argument, "Those two Predator knock-offs you found at the arse end of the multiverse wouldn't have teamed up if you hadn't translated for them and you know it."
"You filthy cheating bastards." exploded a fouth, "I'll cram you all head-first into an ink bottle and use you for a genie!"
* * * * * *
All the contenders below registered was a sudden crash of thunder and lightning in the sky, and they barely even noticed as Keravnos' harpies erupted from the ground, causing utter chaos. To Shrk'Jaar, it seemed that his attempt to stop their opponent from summoning reinforcements had backfired horribly as the bone creatures swarmed around him, snapping at his armour. He was firing his plasma casters at their maximum rate, bright stars of plasma pitching the creatures to the ground in explosions of vapourised bone, but there were too many of them. They bore him to the ground despite his flailing blades and the skull-crushing kicks of his armoured boots. One ducked a swipe of his razik blades and latched on to the armour plate over his upper arm, splitting it down the middle before ripping it away and sinking its teeth into the muscle beneath. Another tried to work a bone claw into the joint between his greave and his kneepad. The Skaarj warrior roared in pain. He shook off the demon on his leg and twisted to get on top of the one shredding his bicep. He jabbed his free elbow back to keep another one savaging his tail at bay, then swept his arm back into the one he had pinned, punching his fist into its torso again and again. Even as the other demons tore at him he attacked, until the razik blades pierced the splintered exoskeleton and tore through whatever passed for the harpy's internal organs.
No sooner had he dealt with that one then another swept over him, bone talons raking at the back of his unarmoured neck and driving him forward onto his knees. But no follow-up came and Shrk'Jaar belatedly realised that the creatures were retreating; gliding up to the roof of the school. He didn't care why. Conventional logic had abandoned this battle long ago.
"Where is that fucking demon!?" Shrk'Jaar snarled as he staggered towards Seras and helped him to his feet. Like Shrk'Jaar the insectoid was bleeding from multiple wounds, green ichor dripping from his armour joints.
Looking back up at the school, Shrk'Jaar saw that the harpies had dematerialised as suddenly as they had appeared. Standing in their place was a familiar figure, the wind tugging at his battered grey coat. It seemed that the Huntsman still had at least one life left in this gods' game.
"Human." Shrk'Jaar growled, and then in spite of his pain, he laughed. He turned, saw Dominus Lupi leaning on his axe under the wing of the crashed aircraft, and began to circle closer.
Non-attacking post
7/6/2
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(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 10/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 7/06/02
*Frags Keravnos
*Frags Lupi
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-10/01/01
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
*Fragged Huntsman
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Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 6/03/01
*Fragged Keravnos
*Fragged Keravnos
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Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/00/00
(DEAD)
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/08/03
*Fragged Lupi
*Honourable Dead*
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/01/01
(DEAD)
Jacogos
06-16-2012, 07:47 PM
First Hellhounds, now fucking winged demonesses. What else could this damn demon throw at them? Shrk'Jaar seemed to have the right idea though. After the harpies disappaeared, there was only them and the demon, Dominuss Lupi. As the saurian moved one way, Seras moved the other, thinking up a plan to end this demon once and for all. If the rules of the gods still held, this was the demon's last life, and then he was history.
Under the airplane, Dominus began to look over his wounds. How DARE these lesser beings harm him so... The flames surrounding him rose as his anger fueled them. They would pay with their lives. He was no human, esaily toppled when wounded. No, he would fight harder until he had bled his last. He felt the wounds fester under his own burning heat, but it was a good pain. He hefted his axe higher and called forth more hellhounds.
"Come forth, my pets! Burn them alive!"
This time, though, Seras and his ally were ready for them. Both of the first hounds were split asunder by the insectoid's laser sword and the Skaarj's arm blades. The rest soon followed, though the flailing limbs of the dogs tripped up the trained warriors all the same. Soon Dominus realized that the hounds simply were not cutting it anymore and closed the portal, sweeping his axe in front of him in hopes of catching the warriors off guard as their momentum brought them forward.
Seras saw the hit coming and leaped over the axe, moving closer to the demon as he did. The Skaarj, distracted by the last of the hellhounds, was knocked away by a clip of the axe's head. Now it was only the Space Pirate and the demon.
Immediately Seras blasted Dominus's arms, close to the hands where the demon gripped the shaft of the massive axe. Roaring in pain, Dominus loosed one hand from the axe and sawked Seras full in the abdoman, shoving the insectoid back. However, Seras coiled his legs as the force drove him back, and once it was ready, released. His insect legs sprung, launching himself headfirst into the demon. The heat seared him, but Seras's skin was not the easily burnable flesh of his allies'. His exoskeleton was well suited to the intense heat, and it wasn't about to keep him from his prize: the demon's head.
Through the airplane's already weakened side, Seras shoved Dominus into the passanger area of the 747. There. The cockpit. Seras had seen it before when fighting the demoness, the electricity still as live as it was when this human construct first flew. A perfect end for this flaming bastard. The familiar shik of Seras's arm blade sounded as the blade entered Dominus's chest again, the two held in a death grip on each other.
Seras chuckled, a clicking chatter of mandibles. "You remember that feeling, demon?" He chittered. Screeching, Seras heaved the demon up and shoved him towards the cockpit.
However, Dominus was not done yet. The demon caught himself and, though his axe had been lost in the tussle, his massive size and fire magic was still a danger for the lithe insectoid. He punched the floor of the plane and flame erupted from the ground towards Seras, who leaped up over the fire and sunk his arm blade into the roof of the plane. The blade held and Seras pushed forward and kicked the demon further back, towards the live electricity. It was then that Dominus realized what Seras was doing.
"Clever, bug, but you will not have me!" Roaring, Dominus grabbed at Seras's legs.
Thinking faster than he could have before, Seras loosed an energy blast into Dominus's face.
The demon roared and flung the insectoid into the hellfire he had left before. Seras screeched in pain, but managed to flip out before much damage was done. Dominus, however, gripped his face in agony.
This was wrong! How could this mere insect wound me so easily?! I am invicible! I am a demon! I am the perfect species!
"I am a GOD!!" Dominus roared as fire erupted from the ground everywhere around him. INcinerate the bug! Massacre his friend! And then... Seras leaped through the flames, arm blade pulled back and ready. Time seemed to slow.
"You. Are. Nothing." Seras hissed, every word deliberate in the span of a few seconds it took to drive the blade home, through the demon's neck. The force was enough to send the demon back into the cockpit, and as the Pirate came away with the demon's head, Dominus's body was fried to char by the live wires of the human construct. Seras chitter his amusement and, bounding up to the roof of the plane, held aloft Dominus's head and screeched a war cry.
Seras frags Dominus Lupi
09/06/02
Azazeal849
06-16-2012, 10:11 PM
The glancing axe blow caught Shrk'Jaar across the chest, carving through his armour like butter and searing the flesh beneath. It was a shallow cut – had the axe bitten just an inch deeper into the ropy muscles knotting his torso it would have sliced a fatal blow through his ribs and lung. The Skaarj warrior was spun to the ground by the impact, and only regained his senses in time to hear Seras screeching his victory from the roof of the 747. Coughing, the reptilian picked himself up and watched as Seras leapt back down into the courtyard, throwing the demon's head at his ally's feet.
Shrk'Jaar nodded his approval, and lowered his razik. He regarded his ally's final kill for a moment before turning away in disgust. Behind him, Dominus Lupi's head burst into flames. In a heartbeat the demonic fire reduced the skull to ash, which held its form for a moment before collapsing in on itself and flaking away in the wind.
Shrk'Jaar stalked out into the burning courtyard, Seras and Huntsman beside him. One of his tusks had been ripped away, and the cheek and neck on the same side were seared black - blistered by demonic fire. Several of the scaly dreadlocks crowning his head had been reduced to ragged stumps during his fight with the first two hounds, and blood streaked the back of his dark armour. As well as the most recent rent across his chest, one upper arm guard had been torn off, the shoulder plate hung at an awkward angle, the elbow plate was gone, and the only thing holding the vambrace in place was the razik bracer clamped over it. Beneath the torn undersuit his exposed scales were punctured by harpy teeth marks. His remaining armour was scratched and scuffed in a dozen other places, and the protective suit was also stained at the shoulder, elbow and thigh, where more blood had oozed through the joints in testament to Keravnos' last act of fury. Shrk'Jaar was in more pain than he had ever been in his life, but the wounds were not crippling, and he could still fight. Fighting, however, was no longer his current plan.
He opened his fists, and there was a loud hiss-snap of metal on metal as the long razik blades slid back into their housings behind his wrists. Standing ostentatiously in the centre of the courtyard, he raised his arms to either side and shouted up at the leaden sky.
"Your demon slaves are dead, 'gods'! We will fight no more for your amusement! Send us home now or come down here and fight us yourselves!"
Non-attacking post
7/6/2
Potatrobot
06-17-2012, 11:12 AM
((OOC: This takes place before Azazeal's post.))
Huntsman watched grimly as Keravanos' Harpies descended on his two allies and bore into their muscles, and he maintained his demeanour as they all flew up to the roof where he stood with the demon. They all perched around him, leering down at him, waiting for their master to give the all clear.
"I suppose that was just a little demonstration, wasn't it?" Huntsman said, still facing away from Keravanos.
"No, human," the demon retorted, "what I'm going to do is much, much worse."
"I thought you were well and truly dead. I shoved you into a jet turbine myself. Why are you still here?"
Although the hunter couldn't see it, the lust demon wore a smug, toothy grin. "The gods let me back through. In case your pathetic mind couldn't grasp it, human, they're the ones running the show."
"Ha!" Huntsman barked, wheeling around to face the demon. He gestured at the chaos repeating itself below them with his revolver shotgun. "This is not the work of any god. Gods do not do this. They are just higher forms of life, higher than you, higher than them," he gestured at the two aliens down on the playground, "the same way that we are higher than cattle. No, they are not gods, they're just kids with a magnifying glass."
"What does it matter?" the demon shrugged, "After this ends, I will tear you very soul apart!"
"I-I'm sorry," Huntsman chuckled, turning to the side a little, "I just can't take you seriously in that apparel."
"I'm a lust demon! What do you want?"
"That explains the fetish whip." mumbled the hunter.
"Widow!" Keravanos shouted, and her Harpies all shrieked in support. For a while, both were quiet, when a muffled shout came from below. Looking down at the scene, Huntsman could tell that Dominus Lupi was no more. Obviously Keravanos could see that too.
"It looks like it's over already." she chided annoyingly. They both began to circle each other. Huntsman pulled the hammer on his shotgun back, but kept it aimed at the roof of the building where he walked.
"It will be fun, torturing you," the demon went on, "because in hell, you can't die, and I won't become bored for a few millennia."
"And what will happen then?"
"I'll just leave you for a while and do something else. But don't worry, you'll always be my favourite play thing."
"Goodie."
"Now come, hunter, time to take you down to hell."
Huntsman was quiet for a short while, but then he looked the demon right in the eyes.
"No. I think I'll escort myself down."
Without breaking eye contact he fired his shotgun straight into the weakened roof. It disintegrated beneath his feet, and he immediately fell to the storey below. Although that was his plan, he didn't plan on the floor breaking and him falling down the the next storey. Nonetheless, he bolted straight out of the room and down the staircase, taking the necessary detour through the 747's cockpit. Dominus' body had long since burned to ash, and he took no notice of it. Already, the demon had passed from memory. No longer did anyone fear him.
He reappeared on the courtyard and greeted his two allies in turn, although he paused to give the Skaarj some news: "That demon we killed is back again. She summoned those creatures."
Shrk'Jaar gave a grim nod, and together, the trio stalked out onto the burning courtyard.
AliceMalice15
06-18-2012, 12:11 AM
"Dead," Keravnos's voice came in a delayed polyphonic miasma of noise as her spiritual form descended on the courtyard like an inky black cloud, "hardly so. Death to us is no more than a release. Our physical forms are no more important to us that a weapon to you. We can become attached, but it doesn't truly matter if we lose it or not. So we are both far from dead. Infact we will continue to exist long after the rest of you have perished! Ha ha truly you are stupid creatures. You think good exists? Ha ha it is only a matter of perspective to justify a means for someone else's death or demise. Evil is the only truth in this world and all others. Death is the only certainty and you should all give in. It matters not to me, however. I just wish to see you all suffer. Though it will be interesting to see what happens now. You've all been friendly up until now, but the "gods" will only allow one winner or even none if it comes to that. So how will you kill eachother? Merciless slaughter? An all out brawl? Or have you all separately planned each others demise since the beginning? Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh it will be fun to see you all die at each others hands. I do think I'll terrorize you for a bit before I watch you tear at each others throats. I hope my harpies didn't wear you out too much with their first attack. No matter. If that took it out of you there's no way you'll survive each other."
Smiling she held out her hands and the harpies descended several latching onto each of the surviving players an pinning them down. Reaching out Keravnos summoned widow back from Hell and it slithered right into her hand seeming to come from the school as if it had just been waiting. Walking over to the Huntsman she smiled thinking of their previous conversation.
"So it looks like you do need my help human," she giggled, "you only made it half way there. Ha ha ha! Let me give you a hand."
Reaching back she brought widow whistling down across Huntsman's exposed back. The sharp barbs bit into the Huntsman's back tearing into his muscles and injecting it's poison into his veins. She had him now. giving Widow a yank she tore it out of the Huntsman's back ripping lines across his back. Blood flowed unchecked from the wound and Huntsman screamed in pain. Letting widow drop Keravnos watched as it coiled tightly around the Huntsman's frail human body of it's own accord and dug into the soft tissues again.
The harpies anxious for some fresh meat shrieked in excitement and flapped their wings. Giving a nod Keravnos watched as the harpies tore at all three combatants bodies tearing off massive amounts of skin. Luckily and yet unfortunately as well the harpies saliva had the ability to quickly regrow skin and muscle so they didn't actually loose skin or die they just continually went through te pain of being ripped to shreds by the avian creatures.*
Soon Keravnos raised her hand calling off the harpies who flew back to the roof leaving the combatants panting in the hard courtyard ground under Keravnos' smug gaze.
"Now you know some of my true fury," she purred, "you are lucky I'm interested in who will kill who in these circumstances otherwise I might just drag all three of you to Hell right now. Ha ha ha well I suppose I will leave you to it now. Ha ha ha ha ha ha good luck....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
With that Keravnos vanished placing her spirit back on top of the school. She wanted to see how this would play out.
Non-attacking (ha ha so says I)
Azazeal849
06-18-2012, 05:25 PM
"Your demon slaves are dead, 'gods'! We will fight no more for your amusement! Send us home now or come down here and fight us yourselves!"
"Dead?" Keravnos' voice came in a delayed polyphonic miasma of noise as her spiritual form descended on the courtyard like an inky black cloud. "Hardly so."
Shrk'Jaar and Seras both spun, raising their arms to fire their respective weapons into the cloud. The energy bolts flared through the smoke, temporarily dispersing it, but it quickly flowed together again and reformed. Huntsman, knowing already that it would take more to harm a demon in its spectral form, held his fire and watched warily.
"That demon we killed." he identified their new antagonist, "She's back again. She summoned those creatures."
Shrk'Jaar gave a grim nod, his razik blades snapping back out into their combat position as the cloud of smoke condensed and reshaped into humanoid form. It was Keravnos alright, as he had first seen her - a wiry figure with curved horns and a cascade of pink hair, clothed in long gloves, long boots, and very little else. Was this the so-called gods' answer then? Something both he and the human had already proved they could kill? Either the 'gods' were mocking him or their powers had more limits than he had thought.
"In fact," said Keravnos silkily, "We will continue to exist long after the rest of you have perished!"
"An eternity of being killed every time you run into someone like us." Seras chittered sarcastically, "How good for you."
"You think good exists?" Keravnos went on, "Ha ha! It is only a matter of perspective to justify a means for someone else's death or demise. Evil is the only truth in this world and all others. Death is the only certainty and you should all give in."
"You speak as if you're imparting some great revalation!" Shrk'Jaar scoffed, his guttural voice thickened by his missing tusk and the burns on his cheek. "Good and evil are both abstract relatives. What matters is necessity. And every warrior knows that death is certain. But in the meantime I intend to continue serving my clan." He levelled one set of wristblades at Keravnos, "And I'll kill you as many times as is required to get back to them."
"He's already done it once." Huntsman observed casually down the double barrels of his shotgun, "Twice for me. I'm sure our other friend would be glad to take a turn next?"
"It matters not to me." the demon sniffed, "I just wish to see you all suffer. Though it will be interesting to see what happens now. Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, it will be fun to see you all die at each others hands."
Shrk'Jaar growled low in his throat. He had never before encountered an alien like Seras, and as such bore the insectoid no hatred beyond the healthy suspicion the Skaarj retained for all unaligned species. Likewise Hunstman might be a human, but apart from their combat prowess the Skaarj still knew comparitively little of their species - their only contact had been with crashed ships on the tarydium planet, brought down by the scrambling effect that the tarydium crystal seemed to have on their navigational sensors. Indeed it was something of an inconvenience, with Shrk'Jaar's clan having to make regular purge sweeps to protect the secret of their presence on the planet. War with the humans might come soon enough - if the Empire stumbled upon a human world or vice versa, or if the humans came looking for their disappeared brethren in force - but that decision was not Shrk'Jaar's to make. And wherever this human Huntsman was from, he had clearly never heard of the Skaarj Empire.
"I have no quarrel with the insectoid, nor with this human." the saurian rumbled softly back at Keravnos. If it had been his Queen ordering him to turn on a former ally then he would have done so without a second thought, for the good of the clan and the Empire. But by himself, the martial integrity that was deeply ingrained into his caste's training tempered his ruthless pragmatism. He had crossed blades with both of his current companions early in the "game", but since their impromptu alliance they had fought with honour. Perhaps not the honour of a Skaarj, but certainly that of one of their Krall vassals. Moreover, he had realised what the demon was trying to do: sow doubt in their minds.
"If there's to be betrayal here," he added with a low growl, "It will not start with me."
"How cute." said Keravnos dryly. "I do think I'll terrorise you for a bit before I watch you tear at each other's throats."
Without warning the winged bone-creatures reappeared, diving from the roof like a swarm of bats.
"Here we go again." said Huntsman through clenched teeth as the three allies opened fire, backing up as they did so. Harpies burst apart in showers of bone splinters, but against so many of these creatures that didn't seem to know fear or self-preservation it was not enough, and once again they found themselves dragged to the ground. One each pinned Shrk'Jaar and Seras, and presumably as a product of Keravnos' wrath the remaining four clustered around Huntsman.
The bone demon looming over Shrk'Jaar had pinned his arms with its front talons, leaning all its weight on his wrists so that he couldn't use either of his razik. He didn't see what happened to the others because the harpy immediately latched its teeth onto the blistered scales on the right side of his face, and pulled to rip away his entire cheek, flensing away the skin up to his ear hole and eye socket. The Skaarj roared in agony, as the demon leaned down again and dragged its tongue over the now-exposed teeth and bone. He had no nerves left to feel the rough caress, but almost immediately he felt a bizarre itching sensation as the harpy's saliva regrew the flesh of his face, scales reknitting cured of the burns from Dominus Lupi's defensive fire. The relief was temporary as the harpy lunged for his face again.
Shrk'Jaar made what he reflected was possibly the most desperate and stupid combat decision of his life, and butted his head forward into the demon's oncoming snout. The attack did more damage to Shrk'Jaar's forehead than to the solid bone of the harpy's jaw, but it knocked it back, and the resulting change of balance was enough for the Skaarj to rip one arm free of the demon's grip and ram a much more suitable weapon into its face. The jutting wristblades split the creature's skull, and Shrk'Jaar drew his arm back for a second punch that drove the splinters of the harpy's snout through the back of its head. The third crushed its skull completely, leaving just the lower jaw hanging limply from its avian neck.
Blinking the blood from his split forehead out of his eyes, Shrk'Jaar looked around and saw that Keravnos and the remaining harpies had retreated. Hissing, he picked up the decapitated harpy and removed its lolling tongue with a quick twist of his razik blades. As the rest of the harpy collapsed in on itself and crumbled to ash, Shrk'Jaar regarded the bloody muscle sitting in his palm. There was a plant on the tarydium planet whose fruit accelerated the metabolism to promote healing - could these creatures' saliva have a similar property?
Reasoning that the usual rules about infection probably held as much sway here as the rules of death, the reptilian wiped the severed tongue experimentally over the bite marks on his exposed arm. Again he felt the strange itching sensation, and the puncture wounds immediately shrank away before closing completely, leaving only the dried blood on his arm. The throbbing pain from the wound likewise vanished.
"Here." he said, tossing the tongue to Huntsman who was down on one knee after having apparently suffered a severe wound to his back. "The saliva heals."
He noted that speech came easier now, his face healed apart from the missing tusk.
"Now you know some of my true fury." Keravnos purred as she reappeared in front of them, "Well I suppose I will leave you to it now. Ha ha ha, good luck!"
With that Keravnos vanished, placing her spirit back on top of the school. She wanted to see how this would play out.
"The demon likes the sound of her own voice." Seras observed.
"If these creatures could learn not to play with their food," Shrk'Jaar snarled, "They might be an enemy worthy of our time."
The Skaarj warrior raised his blade-tipped fists to the sky, angry now. "Gods!" he shouted, "We are still waiting for your answer!"
* * * * * *
"Hey guys?" one of the few unengaged gods said tentatively to his companions, who were busily throwing black holes at each other. "Hey guys!"
The other gods finally looked up, some with their hands around each others' throats, others stopping in mid throw with supernovas still roiling in their hands.
"What?" said one goddess impatiently, smoothing the front of her tastelessly gaudy robe and snapping her fingers to dismiss the small planet that she had been about to cram down on her opponent's head.
"I think you're going to want to take a look at this. The final three minions down there have decided to go all Spartacus on us."
Non-attacking post
7/6/2
"We should probably put our serious faces on." Said one of the Gods.
Another one of them sighed audibly and a universe came into existence only to implode in on itself. "I had wearing my serious face. It's fucking heavy!"
"No one gives a fuck that it's heavy. It doesn't do us any good in anyway. The only way it impacts us at all is that we have the misfortune of hearing you complain. I could decreate sound but you'd only put it back just to complain. I offer that you shut up and we carry on." Said a particularly grumpy god but he was like that.
"Hey fuck you!" Said the second god, offended, which judging by the smoking creators on planets where he'd tried to create his own creatures was a common occurrence. No one cared that he was offended, also a common occurrence.
The gods put on their serious faces while the second god simply kept his happy face. The other gods struggled to avoid looking at him he exclaimed throwing his hands into the air.
"I can't take that face seriously, Jesus!"
"Yes?"
"Golf's cancelled."
"Aww, wait is this becuase I'm black?"
The angry god thought about this for a moment. "Yes, yes it is." He looked to the other gods and winked, they nodded their heads in agreement.
"Wow" The first god Said. "He left looking really sad didn't he? Should we say something."
The angry god threw his hands up into the air. "Another time. We have other issues."
"Oh yeah!"
The loop of time froze all the screams and sound disappeared. The flames held in place there was just dead silence. the gods dropped down to the Earth and snapped their fingers leaving nothing but black behind.
"Imagine the gall, threatening a god in such a manner, making demands. It's all, rather, offensive."
"No one cares, no....one cares."
"Shut up the two of you. We have money, entire solar systems riding on this we could just kill them?"
"No what I waste. I do not want that. We'll start again."
"we cna't just start again."
"I think-"
"NO ONE CARES, No...one... cares. We can't just start again but we can just start THEM again. no cooperation. no brotherly bond, nothing of the sort."
"What about that other guy who hasn't been moving around much."
"Sure let's kill him ourselves."
{Epostle Dies}
"That was weirdly entertaining. Let's see what they think with only the memory of their little talks with us in their minds."
Time returned. The loop returned, heaving the earth to its original monstrous state for the game to continue.
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(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 10/06/02
*Fragged Arjent
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 7/06/02
*Frags Keravnos
*Frags Lupi
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 6/03/01
*Fragged Keravnos
*Fragged Keravnos
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Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/00/00
(DEAD)
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/08/03
*Fragged Lupi
Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
*Honourable Dead*
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/01/01
(DEAD)
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-10/00/00
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
*Fragged Huntsman
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Azazeal849
07-01-2012, 10:35 PM
"We, little lizard man," put in the third brightly-robed human, "Are gods."
Gods? Unlike their Krall vassals, or the four-armed natives of the tarydium planet, the Skaarj were not a religiously-minded species. Shrk'Jaar scoffed at the assertion.
"Laugh all you like, you cheap Predator knock-off," shrugged the first god, "You'll still have to fight for your life. Last man standing is the winner. Have fun!"
And with that, they vanished...
And so did the devastated lounge that Shrk'Jaar thought he had been standing in. He staggered slightly as he found himself outside the building, in a tarmac courtyard that was carpeted in what appeared to be thousands of small metal pellets. The building in front of him was ablaze, and the source of the turbine he had nearly fallen into was revealed to be a vast, white-hulled aircraft that had ploughed into the side of the structure. Fuel oil from the aircraft's wing tanks had sprayed everywhere, creating burning pools across the courtyard. All this Shrk'Jaar took in in a heartbeat, alongside the fact that he was not alone.
Standing right next to him were a long-coated human and an alien of a species Shrk'Jaar had never seen before. It was armoured in iridescent blue, and insectoid mandibles chittered beneath the rim of a wedge-shaped helmet. Both the human and the insectoid were shaking their heads and blinking as if to clear vertigo.
To his alarm, Shrk'Jaar registered the double-barrelled firearm hanging loosely in the human's hands. Humans were slower than Skaarj, but they were competent warriors and Shrk'Jaar didn't want to give the human the chance to use his weapon at point-blank range. All thoughts of the so-called gods and how best to force them to send him home were temporarily driven from his mind by instinctive combat reaction.
Lightning fast, he clenched his right fist and lashed out backhand at the insectoid beside him. The twin serrated blades sprang forward from the back of his razik bracer and raked across the chestplate of the other alien. The force of the impact sent him sprawling sideways, as Shrk'Jaar had intended, straight into the human. With an explosive kick of his legs Shrk'Jaar was immediately up and running, wary of slipping on the metal spheres even as he crunched them underfoot. He dived headfirst through a broken window and rolled to break his fall, grinding broken glass under the plates of his armour before running upstairs. Until he knew what he was dealing with here, he needed to give himself every advantage. As he climbed the debris-strewn stairwell, looking for a suitable vantage point or ambush position, a strange thought struck him.
Before he had appeared outside - some variation of teleporter, the Skaarj assumed - his razik blades had been extended as he lunged for the 'god'. But a moment ago they had been retracted; he had had to extend them again to smash the insectoid out of his way. He could not recall sheathing them. He growled low in his throat, and felt a sudden pain on the right side of his mouth. He reached up with a clawed hand, and felt to his alarm that his right tusk had been ripped away. That had not happened during the brief fight outside. As he moved his arm he realised that the plate that normally protected his right upper arm was missing, and various other bits of his armour were damaged. He was even bleeding from shallow puncture wounds at the joints, which adrenaline had prevented him from feeling until now. What had happened to him? He could not recall receiving any of these injuries.
Something was wrong here.
Shrk'Jaar tags Seras
6/6/2
Jacogos
07-03-2012, 01:58 AM
"YOU WILL FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN IN A DEATH MATCH. GOOD LUCK, HAVE FUN."
Seras blinked as he was apparently placed in front of two combatants on a strange battlefield. Odd. He was expecting there to be more in this death match. No matter, Seras thought as his energy blade swip'd out. There would be plenty of fun to be had during this-
There was a moment where Seras had no idea what hit him as he tumbled into one of the other beings, who apparently had also not seen the attack coming. It had been the large green one, no doubt. Seras had barely had time to see the enemy before being so quickly attacked. His reflexes were off, it seemed... Chittering to himself, Seras rolled off the thing he had landed on, using the momentum from the attack to aid the movement. The thing was apparently a human wielding one of those primitive weapons they called 'guns'. If his history was correct, it fired metal slugs instead of energy, which wouldn't be too much trouble for his advanced armor.
Charging his energy blast up as he straightened, Seras backed away slowly as his opponent got to his feet. Seras no longer knew not cared where the other being had went. So long as Seras had his thermal vision, he could find it, but for now he would stay in normal vision so as to properly fight this human here.
The human, garbed in a long coat of some sort and other various articles of clothing, was now fully erect and appeared to be plotting a way to combat his superior adversary. Seras clicked a laugh. He failed to realize that his puny human weaponry would have little effect on him while HIS weapon would cut through him like a hot knife through butter. Or a laser through skin. Much more specific.
Seras lunged at the man with inhuman speed, blast of energy firing just before he did so. Huntsman rolled to the side to avoid the blast, but didn't foresee the insectoid having moved forward towards him during that interval. On pure reaction, the man discharged his weapon just as Seras's blade began to cut through his armor in an uppercutting fashion.
Seras was blown back in a blaze of fire and shrapnel, much to his wild astonishment. What the HELL was that?! His armored hide burned, a tingling sensation that was mildly more hurtful than it should have been. Seras managed to flip backwards with his momentum, landing gracefully on his feet, but staggered slightly when he realized one of his legs had a bit of a twinge to it. What?!
The front of the human's armor was torn open by a clean cut, but the flesh wound was shallow and bleeding only slightly. A clean hit, but at what price? Seras gripped his own chest with his non-bladed hand. What was in that gun? It was no ordinary human piece of weaponry. It was... more powerful, filled with something that ignited the metal pellets. The slugs were still there; Seras could feel a few still lodged in his chest, but the fire... Why had it burned so bad? Furthermore, why had his leg given way? Rising up from his knee, Seras tested his leg. Maybe it wasn't so harmed after all... But something was off...
Suddenly, Seras realized something else that was off. An extra object dangling from his waist-plate... That was.. a trophy. Seras did not recall having this trophy before now. The head belonged to a human he had never encountered before, long haired and pale skinned. Something was wrong here... Why couldn't Seras remember collecting this trophy? He remembered all the trophies he had collected... All of them!! He had his own room on his space ship for them!!
Swearing in his own language, Seras began charging another energy blast and switch to thermal vision. He did NOT want that green thing to sneak up on him!
Seras tags the Huntsman
08/05/02
Azazeal849
07-03-2012, 08:18 AM
From the second floor, Shrk'Jaar watched as the human began to fall back towards the school, keeping its gun trained on the insectoid. Shrk'Jaar guessed it was planning to limit the superior agility the alien had demonstrated by confining it indoors. It would also be a more effective battle zone for the scatter weapon it apparently carried. After their opening skirmish the insectoid was holding back warily, but it let out a screech and charged forward as the human turned and bolted the last ten metres into the school.
Shrk'Jaar knew where they would be heading; after a brief recconaissance of the damaged building it was apparent that the stairwell at the east end was the only fast way up or down between the floors. He waited as he heard the running firefight between his two opponents enter the stairwell, and then he acted. He appeared suddenly on the landing and fired down, aiming at the wall along the flight of stairs that separated the human from the pursuing insectoid. The bright starbursts of plasma instantly demolished the brickwork and plaster, sending a hail of debris raining down on Seras as he began to ascend. The human looked up as his pursuer vanished beneath an avalanche of wood and stone, and Shrk'Jaar immediately turned and vanished through the door into the turbine room.
Shrk'Jaar heard the human begin to follow before the sound of the screaming turbine overpowered his hearing. He smiled slightly through his broken tusk. With his path blocked the insectoid was temporarily out of the equation, and it would take him time to find another way up. Meanwhile, the sound of the wrecked aircraft engine would deafen the human to danger*just as effectively as it was now deafening Shrk'Jaar. The Skaarj watched intently, crouched in his hiding place as the human came into view. He was moving cautiously, his shotgun sweeping from right to left in tandem with the movement of his eyes. He didn't think to look up until a moment later, and a moment was all Shrk'Jaar needed.
The Skaarj sprung his ambush, leaping from the broken roof beams. The human was fast for one of his species and threw himself aside, Shrk'Jaar's downward stab splintering the wooden floor as it missed him. The human rolled, came up and fired his shotgun, the blast echoing from the walls in a deafening crescendo. The force of the impact knocked Shrk'Jaar flat onto his back in mid lunge, and the Skaarj didn't even have time to draw breath back into his lungs before he was forced to roll aside from a geyser of flame that jetted from the human weapon's second barrel. A wave of heat seared over Shrk'Jaar as the flamethrower scorched the floor where he had been lying. The flames leapt up the walls, immolating furniture and peeling back wallpaper.
Shrk'Jaar roared in anger and extended one arm towards the human, firing from prone. The wooden floor beneath the human's feet disintegrated in a spray of red-hot charcoal, causing him to fall through to the level below. Shrk'Jaar took the moment's respite to flip himself back onto his feet, just as a burst of shotgun pellets splintered the floor where he had been lying. He leapt back with a curse, and another scatter pattern tore up the wood near to his previous location. The human, apparently unharmed, was firing up at him through the floor!
Shrk'Jaar growled low in his throat; the damned alien was tenacious, even for one of its species. But no human could stand up to the cunning and ferocity of a trained Skaarj warrior. Seeking a new angle of attack, Shrk'Jaar planted one clawed hand on the window sill. vaulted through and swung himself down towards the next floor, his boots shattering the still-intact window below in an explosion of shards.
"Uhr gt'cha!"
Shrk'Jaar tags Huntsman
5/6/2
Potatrobot
07-03-2012, 12:58 PM
What the hell is this...!?
Only seconds before he was attacked by two monsters the Huntsman could recall standing in the dark living room of his home, overlooking a small village in a crater. All the hunters had houses on the upper perimeter of the crater, because if an unholy being made it over the rim it would only be a matter of time before it reached the helpless populace. A fire was roaring below the mantle piece, casting a orange glow on the polished, black-brown wood that made up the furniture.
A strange figure stood at the centre the bear-skin rug. She was garbed in what he would argue as the most unpleasant apparel conceivable, but her voice seemed to echo for miles around the house, even though the doors and windows were shut tight.
"You will have the opportunity to fight for your life, Hunter," said she, "a fight to the death, as you call it."
"What opportunity is that?" retorted the man. He wished he could turn away from the being to deposit several dozen sheets of dry, white paper in the fire, but he couldn't. The paper caused the smoke from the chimney to become white, signalling danger to the other hunters. Within moments, every other hunter would be charging through his door with their own weapons. But that wouldn't happen, because Huntsman couldn't move.
That was the last he remembered before he was put into a glaringly brightly lit school yard. Before his eyes could adjust, a monstrous creature barrelled into him, and so began his desperate struggle for safety.
Through two encounters he acquired very little in the way of wounds — a cut to the chest and a nasty fall — but he remained wary of the possibility of his opponents' hidden abilities.
From the storey below Shrk'Jaar, Huntsman did his best to leave no square foot of the ceiling above him unshot, knowing that a ferocious creature had decided to prey on him. As far as he was able to collect, both creatures were enormous in stature but had the mobility of a caveroach. They had fierce blades that extended from their wrists that they used to slash with, and it was all Huntsman could do but dodge them. Even then, they could draw their blades back and slash again before he could even put a foot behind him.
The first one looked like a bug, if bugs could be steeped in dark magic and commanded to roam the earth with spite, and the other looked like a lizard, if they could also be altered the same way as the bug. But both were of a fearsome species. He had seen giant stag beetles overturn boulders that would crush moving targets with undying accuracy, and horrible dragons that could be mistaken for mountains while they slept.
And now he was trying to fend off a humanoid reptile. With each hail of buckshot and belch of flame, the ceiling above him weakened dramatically. At last, it broke free, and the reptile had to endure the same fall he did, splinters and all. He let off one more round to keep it down. The force of the buckshot slamming into his armour was enough to send it flying backwards into a glass cabinet that promptly shattered. He ran as soon as he got the chance.
He charged out of a window into the courtyard, but as soon as he was two metres from the building, a strange presence invaded his mind. It was one of hate, loathing, and grudge. Surely, the creatures weren't psychic. Psychic and so easy to anger? It couldn't be. Something already knew him, but he didn't know it.
He looked down at his leather armour. The insect had done a number on the front, but as he pulled his grey trench coat away to the side, he saw that something had eaten through the back as well. He put a finger to his back, and pulled it straight back out again when he found out that it was covered in some sort of saliva. It slowly leaked off his finger and onto his chest wound, and it started to heal instantly.
He had done something here, something he couldn't remember.
Huntsman tags Shrk'Jaar 5/1/1
Azazeal849
07-03-2012, 02:44 PM
Shrk'Jaar coughed as he pulled himself free of the shattered cabinet, every breath eliciting pain from ribs bruised or broken by the impact of the Huntsman's shotgun. At the edge of hearing, he almost thought he could hear a feminine voice. It appeared to be laughing at him. Even though it was probably a result of the daze his fall had left him in, something about the voice caused a white-hot spike of anger to flare inside the saurian.
It was at that moment that the blue-armoured insectoid stalked into the room, having worked its way up the opposite side of the building. Still inexplicably angry, Shrk'Jaar drew on the fury for strength and leapt back into combat with the creature. Throwing chairs and tables aside, they met with a violent crash of blades in the centre of the burning classroom. The two lunged and parried and countered, Shrk'Jaar's serrated razik blades flashing in the firelight, Seras' energised arm-blade sweeping red contrails through the air. Shrk'Jaar bounded forward and Seras responded with an equally impressive backwards leap. Shrk'Jaar rolled to break his fall and came up with both knife pairs aimed at Seras' torso, as fluid and as furious as a bladed hurricane.
Seras' reactions were phenomenal, and with both hands he seized Shrk'Jaar's wrists to arrest the deadly uppercut. The Skaarj pushed up, the insectoid pushed down; both exerting their superhuman strength. Seras' arm blade flickered and spat angrily, while the serrated edges of his opponent's wristblades glittered in the reflected light. Their razor-sharp promise was held at bay a tantalising 30 centimetres short of their target and Shrk'Jaar pushed harder, straining to drive the blades home into the insectoid's guts.
Seras hissed something at Shrk'Jaar, his mandibles clacking angrily even as his arms trembled with the effort of keeping the razik blades away from his body. Shrk'Jaar didn't understand a word the hideous creature said, but something in the pattern of the clicks seemed familiar.
You, the word came unbidden into his head, Are nothing!
The moment of confusion it caused was enough for Seras to make one last push that threw the Skaarj warrior away from him. Seras stumbled forward; Shrk'Jaar skidded back. As the range opened to a distance safe for plasma explosions, both went for their guns simultaneously. Seras unleashed his partially-charged arm cannon, and Shrk'Jaar fired one plasma caster as he rolled away. The glowing energy bolts collided in midair, disrupting the EM fields that held the projectiles together and causing a fireball which sent chips of burning debris hurtling in all directions.
Shrk'Jaar tags Seras
4/5/2
Jacogos
07-04-2012, 04:53 AM
Seras uncurled from his position of defense as the debris settled, though the dust had already been reset by the area's odd way of time looping. Something about their own additions to the field apparently did not get reset as the environment did, which threw Seras for a loop completely. There was no rhyme or reason here, just chaos and death and...
Why had the saurian been stunned by his words? There was no way the being could understand his language, for it was meant for Space Pirate mandibles only. Same reason that Seras could not understand his language... Though for a split second, Seras could have sworn he HAD understood it... Maybe there was a connection there? No matter. Seras had a different target now. While the Skaarj continued to recover, Seras blasted through the floor and landed in the room with the human from before.
As if expected, Seras was greeted by a hail of bullets and fire, which he expertly dodged and reciprocated with a lunge, head forward. His crested head caught the human square in the gut and launched him backwards, towards the turbine that occupied the center of the room. Sadly, the human recovered quickly and moved away from the death trap, foreseeing what Seras was planning.
A cunning little human, indeed, Seras mused. While these two were at a stalemate, however, the Skaarj decided to rejoin the party, firing plasma bolts at the two as he dropped from the cieling as well. Seras's energy blade deflected on bolt, though it could hardly be called a 'deflection' so much as the bolt exploded on the blade, away from anything vital on the insectoid, but the human caught one on the arm, which sent the weapon he carried spinning away as the limb lost feeling. Now the Space Pirate saw his chance.
Closing on the Skaarj, Seras headbutted the saurian similarly to his attack on the human, ramming the alien away from him. However, Shrk'jaar was quick to react and lodged a blade into his crest in order to hang on. Swinging him off with a jerk, Seras hissed as the saurian and blasted him into the wall with a fully charged energy pulse. Now, the insectoid turned to Huntsman.
The human had gotten up and was moving towards the gun, but Seras intercepted him and swiped at his arm, receiving a congratulatory splatter of blood as recompense for past injuries. Seras had torn open the biceps of Huntsman's right arm, effectively destroying the limb altogether.
However, he wasn't done, yet.
Seras closed on the human and shoved his energy blade into his stomach, driving the blade all the way through so that energy could be seen protruding from his back. Somehow, the human managed to get enough energy to swing his left arm at Seras in a jaw-wrenching punch. Seras had to admit, the human had a good arm, but the damage was done and Seras was still in control. Grabbing the human by the hair, Seras pulled him off the sword, still living barely, and proceeded to hold him over the turbine.
Huntsman stared at Seras defiantly, unable to fight back any longer. Energy drained, he could do one last thing to ease his mind.
He spat at Seras's face.
Chittering in annoyance, the insectoid swiped his energy blade through Huntsman's neck, severing head from body and allowing the body to fall into the turbine, neatly shredding the remains for all to enjoy. The head would be his trophy. Now, all there was was the Skaarj...
Seras frags the Hunstman
07/04/02
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(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356)
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 7/04/02
*Fragged Arjent
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 4/05/02
*Frags Keravnos
*Frags Lupi
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Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/00/00
(DEAD)
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/08/03
*Fragged Lupi
Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
*Honourable Dead*
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/01/01
(DEAD)
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-10/00/00
*Fragged Seras
*Fragged Shrk'Jaar
*Fragged Huntsman
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Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 5/00/00
*Fragged Keravnos
*Fragged Keravnos
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Azazeal849
07-06-2012, 08:38 AM
<OOC - We bring you the finale in the form of a co-post! Text in red belongs to Jac.>
Shrk'Jaar forced himself to move as the the pain firing through his nerves from the energy blast subsided to a dull ache. Looking up he saw the insectoid, resplendent in his angular blue-black armour, standing at the edge of the broken slope to lift the human by the throat and hold him dangling over the spinning blades of the turbojet. Something about the image speared through the Skaarj warrior's mind like a thunderbolt, and he suddenly recalled a figure - tall, black, angular - holding a human in the same fashion in this very room. Had that happened? He didn't think so. Was it happening now?
Oh, it's you again.
"Demon!" Shrk'Jaar snarled, the word rising in his throat unbidden to be spat like a curse towards the insectoid. At that exact moment, Seras hacked his blade across the human's neck, leaving the body to fall into the turbine. There was a brief shriek of strained metal as the turbojet reduced the body to red mist, and then the insectoid turned his fluorescent eyes towards Shrk'Jaar. The Skaarj warrior was already charging towards him. Seras leapt backwards and launched himself off the opposite wall, soaring over the deadly turbine to bring his coruscating energy blade down towards Shrk'Jaar's head. The Skaarj turned it aside with one pair of wristblades, sending out an explosion of sparks as the charged blade dissipated its energy. He counterattacked by lashing into a spin with both sets of blades, driving Seras back towards the corner of the room. The insectoid escaped by somersaulting deftly over his opponent's head, and now it was not Seras but Shrk'Jaar who was boxed dangerously into a corner. Rather than turn to meet his enemy's blade Shrk'Jaar jumped, and a killing thrust of Seras' weapon passed harmlessly beneath him as he put a foot on one wall, kicked a half-turn onto the other, and finally dropped towards Seras with a massive downward swipe of his razik. Seras leapt back from a blow that would have cut him in half from crest to groin had it landed, and as Shrk'Jaar's wristblades buried themselves in the wooden floor he stepped forward to backhand the saurian across the chest, sending him crashing through the weakened wall and down onto the roof of the wrecked airliner below.
Seras bounded to the hole and watched the saurian fall, contemplating his next move. His energy blast charged, Seras leapt after his opponent and released the bolt as he fell. The blast launched faster than Seras fell, but the Skaarj still managed to roll out of the way of the explosion that ripped the hull of the plane open for Seras to fall into. The insectoid landed heavily, denting the floor, then quickly rolled forward as his opponent attempted to skewer him on his own way down.
Seras didn't work that well in these confined spaces, so he attempted to turn tail this once, to try and find more even playing ground. The Skaarj didn't like this, firing three plasma bolts after his opponent, which all would have struck home if the insectoid hadn't tossed a plane seat in the way. Well, one for each bolt. He then stuck his blade out and cut a line into the overhead cargo compartments, causing burning luggage to spill out into the aisle. Shrk'Jaar snarled as he had to vault over the spilled cases, but continued to follow the alien into the rear of the plane.
Seras burst into the cargo hold of the plane and immediately moved towards the shadows, sheathing his blade. His armor would blend into the darkness, though the flames might give him away if they flickered just right. Shrk'jaar followed soon after, and before he had a chance to look around, Seras leaped out at him, blade flashing back into existence. The saurian managed to catch the blade in his own, though, and the two stood at a deadlock. Shrk'Jaar smashed his unengaged arm into Seras' side, trying to break through his armour with brute force. Seras responded with a kick to the Skaarj warrior's chest that sent him flying back. Shrk'Jaar nimbly turned the fall into a backward roll and immediately sprang forward; Seras met him head on and the two crashed into each other in the centre of the cargo hold. One set of Shrk'Jaar's razik blades bit home, finding the exposed skin under Seras' jaw and punching up into his brain. At the same time, Seras' charged blade seared through Shrk'Jaar's armour and sheathed itself in his chest, bisecting his heart.
Shrk'Jaar gasped involuntarily, the sound almost comical coming from the throat of the massive saurian. It was pain; pure, freezing agony - as cold as the alien blade between his ribs, as sharp as its edge. The white wall of pain fired up through his nerves, blanking his mind and manifesting as a high-pitched ringing in his ears. A film of blood red began to creep in from the edges of his vision, blotting out the background and polarising his focus onto the insectoid in front of him. He focused all his remaining strength on twisting his blades deeper into Seras' head, trying to make sure he took the demon with him. He wanted to draw breath for one last battle cry, but his diaphragm wouldn't obey him. As his vision dimmed and the ringing in his ears began to fade, Shrk'Jaar thought he heard the insufferable voices of the gods drifting through his mind.
They said, "Boring."
There was a white flash, and Shrk'Jaar found himself gasping on the loading ramp at the rear of the aircraft, almost losing his footing in surprise at finding himself once again standing up. His body was surging with adrenaline, and looking down at his hands he saw no trace of the burns and cuts that had previously marked his scales. Even his armour had somehow repaired itself, and his razik blades shone as if newly oiled as they rested in their bracer housings. Shrk'Jaar balled his fists and in response the long knife blades hissed forward, ready to kill.
Looking up, Shrk'Jaar saw the insectoid, similarly restored to full strength, dropping into a battle-ready crouch at the opposite end of the luggage hold. So the 'gods' had resurrected them? Shrk'Jaar growled. Resurrection was for those who didn't get it right the first time. He roared a guttural challenge at Seras. The other alien click-screeched a response. In a volley of criss-crossing plasma bolts, they charged back into combat.
On paper, Shrk'Jaar had the upper hand - he had two sets of blades, while Seras had only one. But the insectoid commando was adept at weaving around blows and grappling with his free hand to neutralise that advantage. Their running battle carried them out of the aircraft and into the fire-ringed courtyard. Seras swept his arm over and down and then followed it through with a windmilling kick as Shrk'Jaar went to parry, catching the Skaarj in the side of the head and knocking him sprawling. The Skaarj landed on his back, dazed.
Seras stamped down hard on Shrk'Jaar's left arm and knocked his right aside with his arm blade before punching down with his other fist, denting Shrk'Jaar's ceramic chestplate with the force of the blow. He hammered down again and again, landing several more pile-driver blows before Shrk'Jaar was able to flail his free arm back at the commando, forcing Seras to jerk one shoulder back to let the razik blades hiss by a harmless six inches from his body. He lunged with his arm blade, the energy that coruscated over the blade discharging as red lightning as it met Shrk'Jaar's parry.
Shrk'Jaar twisted his wrist, trapping Seras' blade between his two and temporarily holding it fast. The insectoid pushed back hard against the grapple, both combatants' alien metabolisms kicking into overdrive as they fought for dominance. The Skaarj warrior's breath came in laboured snorts, several of his ribs broken by the insectoid's blows.
"I," he snarled, "Will not die...at the hands...of a fucking...DEMON!"
Once again the sense of something familiar flashed through his mind, but this time it was lost as he twisted his arm again, releasing Seras' blade. The insectoid's arm flailed across his body as the pressure against it suddenly vanished, leaving him temporarily open. Shrk'Jaar punched forward, aiming the twin points of his blades at the glowing eyes beneath Seras' glossy helmet crest. Seras' other hand came up between the blades, meeting Shrk'Jaar's fist with his palm and stopping the attack dead. His claws snapped closed around the Skaarj warrior's scaly hand, trapping it in a vice-like grip. With his foot still pinning Shrk'Jaar's other arm, he swept his crackling energy blade back for a decapitating blow. Shrk'Jaar saw it, his own weapons immobilised and now only death above his head, and in desperation he took the only option left to him. He triggered his plasma caster.
The range was too close; far too close. The bright star of plasma flared from its launcher between the two blades of his razik bracer, and almost immediately detonated in Seras' face. The backwash of the white-hot fireball seared over Shrk'Jaar's arm, stripping most of the flesh from his exposed hand. With his chitinous exoskeleton, Seras was more resistant to heat than his opponent, but even he couldn't survive the searing kiss of a plasma bolt unscathed. The chitin on the left side of his face burst outwards as the flesh beneath was flash-vapourised. The alien commando screeched and fell sideways, strips of carbonised armour cracking and flaking away from the edges of the wound, his left mandible disintegrating and falling away. Shrk'Jaar too roared in pain as his opponent tumbled aside, freeing his left arm. He rolled away and staggered upright, trying desperately to keep both arms up in a guard position despite the agonising pain from his ruined right hand.
The pain in Seras's face was almost unbearable, but the trained Space Pirate would not back down that easily. Screeching in defiance, Seras launched his own blast of energy in return, hoping to repay the saurian for the grave wound he had been dealt. Only, the blast went wide by almost a foot. Hissing in annoyance, Seras realized that he had lost nearly all sight in his left eye, which threw off his aim horribly, not to mention his depth perception. Then wound stung worse than any cut the Skaarj had managed to give him before now, the plasma having its own way of dealing out its pain.
Shrk'jaar must have realized what was going on now, as he immediately moved towards Seras's left side and advanced, roaring his challenge as his razik blades came up to attack. Seras would have none of it, though, and immediately spun and thrust his blade at the saurian, hoping to end it all in one smooth motion. It wouldn't be so, as the suarian quickly changed direction and caught Seras's blade in his, shoving the insectoid away and reassesing his attack. The Skaarj continued to try and keep on Seras's blind side, which kept both warriors pacing around each other in hopes to catch the other off guard somehow. Seras then moved forward to feint an attack, but the saurian retreated out of range, then followed up with a move of his own, which ended in a feint towards the bug's legs. The two danced around each other like that for a solid five minutes before Seras found an opening. Launching an energy blast at full power, the exploding energy covered his advance even though it missed the saurian by inches, leaving Seras with an open thrust towards the Skaarj's open chest.
Even with his superhuman reflexes, Shrk'Jaar reacted only just in time. The Skaarj twisted aside and lunged his own left razik at the insectoid's sword arm. He caught Seras' armoured wrist between the two jutting blades and twisted his own wrist to force it down and away, just as his other arm came up between the armour plates protecting his opponent's thorax and abdomen. They found the joint and punched home, deep into the insectoid's chest cavity. Seras let out an ear-splitting screech, but his follow-up attempt to draw breath was arrested by a torrent of green blood rising in his throat, which he retched onto Shrk'Jaar's armour.
Shrk'Jaar could feel his opponent straining to free his arm for a final blow. For a few moments they remained locked together, until the strength went out of the insectoid, which was the point when Shrk'Jaar ripped his right arm back to free the serrated razik blades from the alien's flesh. They came away green, pulling with them a thick ooze of alien viscera that slopped onto the ground in ropy, foul-smelling coils. The force of the retraction pulled Seras forward onto his knees.
Attempting to hold his entrails in with one hand, Seras swiped blindly at Shrk'Jaar with his arm blade. The last-minute show of defiance caught the Skaarj off guard and the blow scythed across his chestplate, biting into the scaly flesh beneath. Shrk'Jaar roared in anger and seized the insectoid's throat with his left hand, the only one he could still grip with. He hauled the other alien upright and slammed him into the building wall, hard enough to shatter the brickwork. The insectoid's jaws worked without sound as more of its innards splashed across the tarmac, though whether trying to form a gasp of pain or a snarl of defiance Shrk'Jaar didn't know. Throwing his maimed right hand forward, he rammed the twin blades of his razik into Seras' open mouth. The blades pierced what was left of the insectoid's mandibles; crushing needle teeth, slicing through the back of its throat, and driving into the brick wall behind until they stuck fast against stone. Seras vomited green blood and shards of chitin over Shrk'Jaar's scorched vambrace, before expiring with a long, spasming shudder.
As the fluorescent light of the alien's eyes dimmed, Shrk'Jaar growled. He looked down at the head of the human still dangling from Seras' belt, alongside several other trophies. Shrk'Jaar didn't know who the human had been, and until he had seen him dangling over the turbine he thought he had been doing his duty by trying to eliminate a member of a species potentially rival to the Empire. But now both the human and the demon were dead, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had committed some grave dishonour. The idea of dishonour burned far hotter than the pain of the insectoid's weapons. Mirroring what Seras had done to the human, Shrk'Jaar drew back his left arm and swiped a savage cut across the insectoid's neck. The body fell away, leaving the head stuck fast to the wall on the points of Shrk'Jaar's razik blades. With a snarl of frustration he jerked his arm back and let the head fall, leaving it to bounce across the tamac and roll to a halt a couple of metres from its slumped body. He didn't even shout his victory in the name of his clan Queen. The traditional warcry had no place here. There was no honour in this battle. He waited, but this time the gods did not intervene to bring the insectoid back.
All was suddenly very quiet. In the background the fires continued to crackle, and the time-trapped humans within the airliner continued to scream pitifully, but now nobody moved in the blood-slick courtyard except Shrk'Jaar. Now the adrenaline was ebbing, and the pain from his wounds was becoming excruciating, but the Skaarj warrior did not allow himself to fall to his knees. He knew he was being watched.
He almost welcomed the prospect of the 'gods' reappearance, so he could demand answers from them. He know there was more to this! What could he not remember!?
Seras tags Shrk'Jaar three times and frags Shrk'Jaar once.
Shrk'Jaar tags Seras four times and frags Seras twice
Potatrobot
07-06-2012, 10:49 AM
((Theme music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zK268TLKCK4))
The moment he was decapitated, Huntsman watched gravely and invisibly from the courtyard. The gods had restored his memory. With great sorrow he watched two once-friends hack at each other. It was worse than learning that he had been on equal terms with Seras, as he learned the name.
He saw the combatants become healed with great envy. What sort of contest was this, to pit him against two monsters, when they, great and strong in his own respect, even had the opportunity to fight beyond killing blows?
Still, he observed their plight. He held his shotgun, for it was in his phantom hands as well as scattered and cold on the tarmac. Everything about him had been restored. His body healed, his gun repaired of the scratches it had acquired, even his apparel was in perfect condition. His clothes were seemingly brand new, even though they had long been faded before he was called to fight. On the side of his dark, wide-rimmed leather hat and on the back of his trench coat, the emblem of the huntsman spider was perfectly stitched. But that's what he was: a huntsman.
While they are intimidating, with large eyes, chelicerata, bulbous, hairy abdomens and thoraxes, and a wide leg span to boot, they are next to harmless. They can sting, at their worst, and once they are stepped on they curl their legs around their bodies, revealing just how big they really were. It seemed to fit so well with the deceased hunter, he couldn't inflict much more than a burn and a scratch on his opponents, his allies. He had been brutally crushed by a creature that would not have hesitated had he not shown a common interest in exterminating the demons.
He thought of the other hunters of the village he was tasked to protect. Black Widow, Wolf, Red Back, Trapdoor, Tarantula, and Funnelweb. How would they have fared in the same situation? Wolf was absolutely terrifying when it came to his poisonous daggers and rocket crossbow, and Black Widow had a machine pistol that fired bullets that imploded on impact. She could tear open the hide of a dragon, while Huntsman's metal-and-fire revolver shotgun could barely even chip away at it.
Things got very interesting when Shrk'Jaar finally gutted the insect that had killed him. He felt a mix of pity, envy, and satisfaction to see him lie against the wall of the building, vomiting out his internal organs. While in normal circumstances they would have attacked each other, in the contest they had had the opportunity to find a common enemy and become allies. It was for that he pitied his death, but he knew that the insect was acting its natural instincts, so Huntsman was relieved to see himself avenged in the same fashion he died, although he didn't know if the reptile remembered him at all.
The insect died, but the reptile did not celebrate. He definitely knew that they had shared something. And so Huntsman waited, waited for the insect to reappear with its memory intact and for the reward the reptile received for eliminating his own ally.
Potatrobot
07-06-2012, 10:49 AM
Glitch post FTW.
Every man returned to what they once were. ghostly figures once more regained their flesh. Their memories returning to them, memories of their individual kills memories of their excruciating deaths. The lives they'd extinguished, their very last breathes taken from them repeatedly.
He fear and hock that came with death return which had been caught in a horrific loop until fate allowed them the kindness of being killed without waking up, at least for a moment before they were returned to their own home worlds, their own dimensions, their own realities.
Though their memories had returned to them, the memory of victory only came to a single man.
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"Oh for fucks sakes. I had my money on the other one. What a fucking loser."
"Ha! you smell that? Of course you can't! It's the smell of victory! Can you taste that? Oh of course you can't you too busy choking on the taste of defeat! Bitch ass!"
The third god sighed. "We get it. You're horse made it to the end. Come now lets congratulate him. This should be painful."
"As painful as."
"I said we get it!" Snapped the third god.
The group appeared next to the Insect creature patted the bloody beast on the back. "Well done. Well done. You'll be pleased to know that it's all over. Dont get your panties in a knot about us wiping your memory. There were universes hanging in the balance. You'll be happy to know two were destroyed but one wasn't so that's good."
The other gods patted him on the back. "You probably didn't need to know that so we'll be wiping that memory from you along with the memory of you actually meeting us. Dont worry you'll remember powerful figures but logically that's about it."
The third gods slapped him in the back of the head and all around Shrk’Jaar disappeared only for Shrk’Jaar to reappear n the ship he and his soldiers had down, the rest of his men running far ahead to catch the humans who'd teleported away, as though he had not disappeared and fought a mammoth battle. In a sense he'd done no such thing.
There'd been no grand battle, he'd not made powerful alliances or killed skilled and powerful enemies. It was more likely that he'd just been standing there in the eyes of any who'd bothered to look.
He was back, he was gifted with life and a couple bonuses as a reward from the gods and he was the victor.
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(Yes caps and exclamation points, I went there)
CREDITS
http://www.downloadatoz.com/resources/201102/pic/1297674216.jpg
Victor
Azazeal849 - Shrk'Jaar (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906046&viewfull=1#post906046) - 0/02/01
Runners Up
http://www.technobuffalo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Killzone-3.png
Jacogos - Seras (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904428&viewfull=1#post904428) - 3/00/00
Dark_potato57 - Huntsman - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939438&viewfull=1#post939438) 5/00/00
http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u207/Angel-Of-Mist/Head_Huntercopy.png
Pheonix - Dominus Lupi (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=915383&viewfull=1#post915383)-10/00/00
http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr224/Berzerker-Chan/excellent2.png?t=1301296317
AliceMalice15 - Keravnos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906040&viewfull=1#post906040)- 13/00/00
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Chip The 3rd - Voltaire Voltage - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939353&viewfull=1#post939353) 12/00/00
(DEAD)
Herr Gentleman - Isaac Murphy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904784&viewfull=1#post904784) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Taven Wolfe - Eli Rex (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=906439&viewfull=1#post906439) - 15/00/00
(DEAD)
ChilichiliWongo AKA reddeath5207 - Marco Moore (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=912810&viewfull=1#post912810)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Joona - Wired (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=905441&viewfull=1#post905441)- 15/00/00
(DEAD)
Keeper of the Inn - Arjent (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904356&viewfull=1#post904356) - 14/06/02
Childish Gambino - Asorath (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=904372&viewfull=1#post904372)- 13/08/03
*Fragged Lupi
Epostle - Sear - (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27810&p=939478&viewfull=1#post939478)11/06/02
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THE NEXT BIG DEATH MATCH COMING NORTHERN SUMMER OF 2013
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