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Legacy & War (Battle of Nippur) - Thaal Sinestro - 11-14-2015
Sinestro smirked after a seeming eternity of waiting. “I see, and I suppose you’ll know just exactly what blow will kill me, do you?” He crossed his arms and his eyebrow quirked up, “Perhaps I am made of less hardy stuff than you imagine. Maybe the first blow will doom me to a slow and painful death?” His used his thumb to gently push up the brim of his wide hat. “Or perhaps the Omniverse had made you weaker than you thought.”
Orion’s scowl cut a little deeper into his face, and Sinestro knew his words had found the tip of a thread which he would slowly unravel. “I suppose we’ll find out then,” the saiyan said calmly, his stern demeanor pushing down the pangs of emotion that had bubbled up.
“I suppose we shall.” The wind blew between them, sand swirling in the midday sun. “Then let it begi-“
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION,” the ring’s scratchy voice interrupted.
Sinestro faltered, glancing down to his ring. Her sneered and glanced between the device and his opponent before sighing and stepping back. “One moment,” he groaned and lifted his ring. “Play transmission.”
A small rectangle of transparent yellow energy flashed up from the ring, a hologram of the message slowly scrolling in front of his eyes. “Ah, it’s Dean,” he affirmed to Orion.
“What?” the man balked, “Why is he already sending you a message? Did he not just leave?”
Sinestro shook his head, “My understanding is that time moves… strangely in the Omniverse. Might make seem like weeks may be only hours somewhere else. To the ring’s knowledge, there is no pattern to this time distortion.”
Orion shook his head and stepped his legs apart, folding his hands in front of him. “Yet another oddity to add to the list.”
Sinestro read through the message quickly, and then spoke a brief reply. Dismissing the message, he turned back to the one-eyed warrior that was patiently waiting for his attention. “Seems he’s found a powerful weapon from his home universe.”
“Fantastic,” Orion said dryly, clearly growing impatient.
Squinting, the korugaran enforcer summoned a glowing, golden aura around himself. “Now, where were we?”
Orion stomped back into a broad fighting stance and clenched his fists. With a grunt, a pale blue flame erupted around his body, his ki lapping at the air in broad strokes. “Right about here.”
The deputy reveled at the man’s power, unable to draw his mind from the man’s potential. “Perfect.”
A glint shined in Sinestro’s eye and the image of a weapon slowly formed in his mind, the conduit of his power allowing it to take shape in reality. The familiar feeling of his lever-action rifle pressed into his shoulder, the yellow construct perfectly replicating his memory of his faithful weapon. The bolt churned as he chambered a bullet of pure energy and he slowly began to squeeze down the trigger.
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION,” the ring barked, jolting him from his focus, the weapon dematerializing.
Gritting his teeth, the Lantern’s aura dissipated, and he shouted into his clenched fist, “Disable all non-urgent communications!”
“MESSAGE PRIORITY: NEW ORDERS.”
Confounded by the implications, he furrowed his eyebrows and held his hand up to Orion. “I apologize, Orion. It appears the message is urgent.”
The saiyan snapped his arms down, and his ki snapped out in an agitated huff. “Get on with it, then!”
The ring took the unspoken command from its wielder, and began to play the message.
“Greetings, sai Deputy. I have need of your eye and wit; a new Prime has entered town. He called hi’self ‘Proto Mouse,’ and I have heard whispers that he’s but two men merged together. They call that ‘fusion,’ in these lands, do ya ken it? A bit of poking has told me that he is a Prime named Mickey Mouse, famous name in these parts and any other, and Proto Man, the one that cured that Blight of the Greens.
“Be wary, Deputy, but test his intentions. He talks of wanting to help, and we need every warm body we can pile. I expect you to get this done right quick, kennit?”
Sinestro looked up to Orion, appraising the man’s reaction. He didn’t seem pleased. Shaking his head, the deputy shrugged. “I suppose this will have to wait. I’m more than happy to reconvene after this… training.”
“Hrmph,” the agitated saiyan spat, “So be it.”
Nodding, the lantern walked back to his companion’s side, “I would tend to agree.” Once again, his body was coated in a yellow sheen, and he left the ground. “Now let’s find this Proto Mouse.”
Soaring into the air, the lantern loomed over the city, staring down upon it as he searched for the visitor. The glint of the metal mouse’s armor was noticed only after Sinestro saw the already sparse inhabitants intentionally avoiding his path. Once he saw the creature, he had a hard time blaming them.
The Corps-founder was more than used to the strange and horrible shapes that beings from other worlds, or in this case other realities, could take. While the giant mouse wasn’t particularly wretched to look at, he certainly didn’t look “normal” by Omniverse standards and the simple folk that made up the inhabitants of the town weren’t quite prepared for a giant cyborg rodent to be strolling through their streets.
Orion casually drifted up beside Sinestro, sharing his gaze. He blinked slowly, and looked back to the man that had drug him along into this mess. “Really?”
The mouse looked up at the pair, offered a wide grin and waved up to them excitedly. The distant sound of his cheerful laughter rang in their ears. Sinestro sighed, “Really.”
The duo drifted down, landing on the street beside each other, both with sharp-edged expressions and arms crossed over their chests. Proto Mouse trotted over to them with a skip of excitement. “Are you the Deputy?” he asked, his voice seeming to echo itself in two distinct tones.
“I am,” Sinestro replied, taking a moment before he offered out his hand. “My name is Sinestro.”
“Proto Mouse,” the hybrid replied, taking up the deputy’s offer with both hands and shaking firmly. “The Sheriff said you would be the man to see about lending a helping hand?”
“Well, right now we’re recovering from a bandit attack, so I feel that most of the things we can do right now are rather munda-“
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION.”
Sinestro’s fists clenched hard enough for his knuckles to crack. “Pardon me,” he attempted to say cordially through gritted teeth. He turned and held the ring up, silently commanding another hologram to pop up.
“Dean again,” he reported. This time, his attention was caught. He turned back to the two men and read through the message again. “It appears that you have fortuitous timing, Proto Mouse. It appears that one of our members has located a bit of trouble near a large, unidentified city.”
“Is it Carrefore?” Orion interjected.
He shook his head, “No, Dean and I have been to Carrefore, he would be able to identify it.”
The cyborg chirped in, “Well, maybe it’s Nippur then. A fella named Gilgamesh has a city out here. I, well, I guess half of me, competed with him in Dante’s Abyss!” A sour expression grew over his face, “Killed a lot of my friends. He’s a real piece of work.”
The wheels churned in his mind for a moment before things fell into place, “Ganondorf, Eighteen and Strazio were headed to see a man named Gilgamesh. Strazio and Ganondorf seemed to have a bone to pick with him.” He looked up to the two men that stood around him, “It’s possible that they’ve run into trouble.” The saiyan and the lantern shared a glance between each other. “Perhaps this warrants our investigation,” the deputy said carefully.
Orion nodded, “I can’t think of a much better proving ground than a fight on foreign soil.”
“Maybe it won’t come to that,” the lantern interjected, “but I will not tolerate a force of chaos in these dunes. I will not allow anything or anyone to stand against our allies.” A darkness came to his voice at the conclusion of his statement, and anyone could hear the seriousness of his intention.
The mouse narrowed his eyes and leaned in, “Be careful with that! He manipulated everyone in the Abyss, that’s how he got his team to win.”
“Hrm,” the lantern pondered. “I would still prefer to avoid needless chaos, if possible.” He allowed a sinister smile to creep over his face, “Perhaps they just need the fear of the LAW put into them.”
Re: Legacy & War - Gildarts - 11-14-2015
Oblivion
Gildarts strode across the desert, finding each heaping mound of sand weighing on him than the last. He was tired, yet kept walking. Away from the gate, away from humanity, away from his world.
It is often the worst kind of exile, when a man of good character must commit himself away. And still, the wizard knew it was right. The magic in his chest continued to burst like fireworks. Explosions quake in his sound heart, yet turned his body rigid, or maybe that wasn’t even the most horrible thing.
Fear.
Gildarts, who had fallen from his once noble name, now had killed people. Innocent people. The guilt weighed less on him than the fatigue, which baffled the Prime, but hurting more, and this time hearing their pain, seeing it with his own eyes, would haunt him into a deep despair.
Throngs of magic spilled out now, wisps of glowing white energy seemed to streak out of his arm, and the sand below his metal foot had turned into solid cubes. A groan escaped him and he fell, kneeling with one high, and one leg in the sand. The air was thin, he noticed it as he drank in a soft breath, the sun was hot, already his hair felt damp against the back of his neck, and already, the Prime felt his willpower weakening.
His eyes fell over his hands, one silver, the other cloaked in the golden cover of his pale, hardened skin. Was he really going to let it happen again? His amber gaze fell on only his silver one now, and the Prime stood, this time, more confidently. . . Which is why he was startled to see an entire ray of energy release at this minute movement. The destruction wrought spanned in a long, jagged line, for quite a while before sand and dune stood in the way of his vision.
Perhaps there was no longer a place in the world for him. While Gildarts, the bearer of crash energy was surely known, and almost always completed a task or quest when he took it on, it seemed while the simple man -and all the same a wielder of crash magic- grew older, his magic remained indefatigable.
The wizard held his good hand into a fist, and tried walking to see if he could contain his energy if he tried. More or less, this time, he was successful, but he suspected this was only because he had just released so much not a few minutes before. This time when Gildarts looked up, he did not see just limitless sand and dune, but a group of people shrouded in dark colors. In fact, the oblivious Prime now noticed the time of day and the sun sinking in the sky, Had it really been that long? What felt like moments to the Prime seemed like half a day here. It was strange, but slips of time had escaped his attention before.
Gildarts began a bout of coughing, and warned the still-blurry figures not to come near, as the Prime feared certain catastrophe for those in the group. Yet it seemed they could not hear his voice over his coughing, and he once more, found blood on his palm. Quickly he slicked it away and stomped his foot into the ground, rather than to accidentally discharge his deadly magic in their direction.
Re: Legacy & War - Thaal Sinestro - 11-14-2015
The trio soared through the Dunes, the ring guiding them towards Dean’s most recent message. Warm air brushed by them, even at the dizzying heights they had gained, and the sun battered them just are ferociously as it ever had.
Sinestro had allowed the ring to fully power itself, and his sleek body suit had taken the place of his more common attire. If it had not been for him leading the group, he was more than sure than the cyborg would have easily overtaken him, even in his powered-up state. Though he had no way of knowing for sure, he had the feeling that Proto Mouse was forced to hold back power that he hadn’t seen since the Corps Wars.
“So what’s the plan when we get there?” Orion demanded more than asked.
“We assess the situation,” Sinestro coolly replied. “If it becomes clear that the individuals that live within Nippur do the land more harm than good, we’ll make sure that they don’t get the chance.”
Proto mouse easily accelerated to fly beside the men, offering a concerned gaze. “Don’t underestimate Gilgamesh or his followers! They may seem cordial, but don’t let their appearance fool you; they’re killers.”
Sinestro narrowed his eyes at the flying mouse. “How can we be sure that you’re telling the truth about that? What if you’re simply angling us to take care of an enemy of yours?”
Proto Mouse smiled almost cheerfully “Ha ha!” he laughed distinctively, “I’ve got no reason to do something like that. I’m here to help, remember?” Orion seemed unconvinced as he glared to the korugaran that flew beside him, but offered no rebuttal. Sinestro only turned his eyes to the horizon and pressed onward.
A glint caught the saiyan’s eye before anyone else’s, and he came to an abrupt stop, the ki dissipating from around him in a conflagration. The other two quickly made note and paused not far away from their partner.
A white line of energy crackled over the sand, surmounting a peak before terminating in an earth-shattering explosion. The white energy enveloped the ground below it; deep fissures drown in perfect lines, separating the shifting sand into neat little cubes before relegating them to oblivion. There was a tense moment between the men, but all came to the same conclusion and moved without words.
Proto Mouse landed beside the crater and observed the eerily straight lines the explosion had dug, appearing unnaturally geometric even as the surrounding grains flooded in to fill the void. “What could have done a thing like that?” he asked inquisitively.
“Something close,” Sinestro returned. He drifted up and peered over the edge of the mound. Spying the dark mote ambling limply through the valleys of heat, he took a deep breath. “Something powerful.”
Orion quickly joined him and peered through the bending air at the lone wanderer. “I’ve seen a single man do much worse.”
“They look like they could use some help,” Proto Mouse chimed in, rushing by foot to the pinnacle of the dune.
Sinestro nodded, “And perhaps there is an opportunity to gain some further assistance. I doubt an entire city will be so easy to overcome, if it comes down to that.”
“Hmph,” Orion grumped, apparently more willing to speed headlong into an unknown conflict than waste his time with wandering strangers.
Not wasting his words trying to convince his more aggressive compatriot, the lantern ignited in a flare of amber and rocketed towards the lone stranger. As he came closer, he slowed his approach and the being, now seen to be a man, turned to face him. As soon as he struck the ground, the familiar trappings of Sinestro the Deputy flickered into existence over his uniform, the golden star glinting off his chest. “Hello there, traveller,” he said softly, allowing the brim of his hat to conceal his face in shadow. “You seem to be having some trouble?”
The haggard mage balled his fists slowly, and focused on containing his random magical outbursts. “I would stay away,” he warned, “there’s something wrong with me.”
The lantern didn’t leave, but her didn’t move any closer either. “Wrong with you? In what way?”
“i-“ the man faltered, choking back his emotion, “I can’t control my magic.” He shook his head solemnly, “I can’t use omnilium either.”
Sparks suddenly flashed from his body and his eyes went wide with panic. “Get away!” he commanded, then cast his hand out in the opposite direction, casting a wave of destructive force from his hand. The nearby earth shuddered and quaked as his power tore the earth apart. He breathed heavily, sweat rolling down his brow. “If I try to use the magic, I can at least direct it,” he panted, turning back to the deputy. “But I’m still not sure what to do.”
Sinestro couldn’t help but smile as he observed the stream of destruction, unable to keep his mind from the man’s potential. “I’ll be happy to help you,” he purred. “What is your name?”
“I don’t know how you can help,” the man said, ignoring the question.
“Well, if you need to use your power in order to control it, for the time being, I can help you use it productively.” He gestured towards the men behind him, “We are headed on a peace keeping mission to the city of Nippur. It is a land currently held by what I understand to be a dictator and his enforcers. We intend on liberating them, if what I have heard is true.”
Turning, he motioned towards the cyborg of the group, “This is Proto Mouse. He is here to assist our effort.” His hand passed to the sullen saiyan, “And this is Orion. He aided my town when it was being attacked by a sizable raiding party.”
The wizard stared at the men for a long moment, and finally spoke. “Not much of a long-term solution, is it?”
Sinestro shrugged, “I am sure that as soon as we are finished with this task, I will have much more ample time to aid you in your search for a cure.” Orion’s eye twitched at the thought of their fight being postponed once again.
The mage braced his hands on his knees and closed his eyes, doing nothing but sucking down ragged breaths. After a time, he straightened his back and nodded to the trio. “Gildarts. And I suppose if I can do some good with this, I might as well.” He stepped towards the deputy, and allowed himself a weak grin, “Where are we headed?”
Legacy & War [Base Assault; LAW vs. New Babylon] - Thaal Sinestro - 11-14-2015
The city of Nippur gleamed below them as the 4 men flew overhead, surveying the area. Gildarts dangled from a citrine band of light, being towed along by the lantern that headed the group. Even from such great heights, the people stared to the sky, pointing and jeering. Smoke still streamed from several points around the city, the people still gathering their things from the ground. It was obvious that there had been some conflict amid the streets of the city, though it was almost impossible to ascertain the true casualties that they cost.
He had seen many things far worse than this, though the glimmer and almost untouched palace in the center of the settlement touched on a sharp nerve in his chest. Somehow the structure’s extravagance reinforced Proto Mouse’s statements.
Seeing the little scrambling people, motes scurrying across the sandy streets like ants, the distracted and poorly placed guardsmen, the clear lack of effective defense… it made the Lantern’s skin crawl. He had seen it a million times on a million worlds.
Chaos.
Quietly, he held his ring up to his mouth. “Ring, open transmission with Dean Winchester.”
“TRANSMISSION OPEN.”
“Dean, this is Sinestro. You are near the gates of the city you spoke of?” He paused, and listened to the man’s answer. “Good. Please introduce yourself to the local guards. Avoid any civilians.”
Hovering high above the city, the quartet of men loomed like angry stars in the sky. Narrowing his eyes, the Yellow Lantern held his fist high, a beam slicing upwards. It erupted into a massive circle before lines burned into the cloudless blue, slowly inscribing the symbol for which the day would soon be known.
His voice boomed over the city, and those who might have blissfully ignored the team who so casually flew over them were suddenly snapped to attention.
“To the residents of the city of Nippur: I and Sinestro, and I represent the LAW. Your so-called king and those with whom he associates are now wanted for their actions against the peace and order of these lands, as well as the murder and exploitation of many others.
“And to those who would follow Gilgamesh?” His lips curled into a baleful sneer, “Join or die.”
Re: Legacy & War - Illidan Stormrage - 11-15-2015
Orion ignored the ceaseless babble of his associates. He was never much for introductions. Sinestro fell into the role of default leader of their team quite fluidly, and while Orion could certainly fill those shoes, he had no intention to as long as the Lantern was halfway competent.
Indeed, the greater item of interest was the giant fissure that tore through the dunes, its edges crackling with white heat. Torrents of sand cascaded into the newly formed abyss, the granules flashing gold in the merciless sunlight. Staring into its ostensibly bottomless depths, all he could see was the flowing sand pour into blackness.
Impressive, but nothing Orion himself couldn't do.
Orion looked at the apparent progenitor of the massive scar. This Gildarts looked exhausted, barely able to hold himself up, although whether from the inhabitable temperatures on the sands or his struggle to regulate his strength, he couldn't say. The saiyan caught some nonsense about being unable to control his power. Orion humphed to himself. If this ragged newcomer couldn't rein in his own abilities, then Sinestro was taking a large gamble on him being of any worth. What if he tried to contain it, and lost focus? What if another sand shattering blast fired prematurely, hitting one of them? Even worse, what if he exploded? Orion gritted his teeth. A saiyan would never be so damn reckless, so pitifully unreliable.
Still, it would be a foolish move to write off such a potent source of power. It was magic, though, and Orion hated magic. Shooting fireballs, creating storms of ice and lightning, sundering earth and splitting wind, turning people into frogs ... what terrifying and ostentatious nonsense. Ki could do anything that magic could do, at least what Orion would want to do. Why someone would subject themselves to such pomposity was beyond him.
And yet, as he already considered, Gildarts' magical finesse, or lack thereof, could be worth the while. If he became a liability, well ... Orion was in the business of handling liabilities.
Also, this robotic mouse companion ... what was his goal? If he was worth his salt in battle, why did he speak as if they were friends, so sociable and warm? They hardly knew each other. Indeed, Sinestro had postponed their battle to investigate him, and now he was tagging along?
Orion spat into the sand, his saliva beginning to vaporise on contact. Perhaps he should stop being so damn judgemental and focus on what was happening around him. There was a time when he wouldn't jump to conclusions because his frustration demanded it.
If only his blasted NOVA unit was online. He could scan everyone in the vicinity and at least have a base knowledge of their strengths. And yet if he tried to access any of its functionality, all he got in response was a disorientating mental buzz that tore at his thoughts until it passed. Strange that he had a brief but strong connection to the Dataverse after his first battle in the Endless Dunes, outside of Carrefore. Why had it worked for those few minutes? Was it because his adrenaline flared as he killed them? Perhaps the damage he took?
Wait. This had happened before. He had taken a substantial hit in a previous battle many years ago and his NOVA unit fluctuated like it was doing now. It was only temporary then, but this time it seemed like something may have been genuinely knocked loose. That was concerning. He didn't much welcome the idea of brain surgery to fix a broken component in his head, especially since he hadn't seen a damn surgeon since he had gotten to the Omniverse.
Fuck it. It might hurt, but an idea came to him that just might fix it.
"Hey you!" Orion said, pointing at Gildarts. "Hit me as hard as you can!" He pointed at his cheek. "Right here!"
Gildarts blinked. "What? Did you not just see the magic I blasted across the ground?"
Orion's eye darted back to the jagged canyon nearby. "Hmm. Point taken." He looked around. The robo-mouse didn't look like much, and he needed something to hit him hard. "Sinestro, how about you?"
Thaal flicked the brim of his hat, making his eyes visible. He looked concerned. "Whatever for?"
Orion grimaced. "I didn't ask you to question me, I told you to hit me!"
The Lantern shrugged. "If you wish."
He levelled his ring at Orion and the sigil etched upon its surface shone with yellow light. A ray of energy exploded forward, striking Orion directly on the cheek. The saiyan's head jerked to the side, his boots skidding across the sand. Heat greater than the sum of the desert flared in his skin, but his NOVA unit did not react.
Orion righted his head again. "Damn it, it didn't-"
Another searing hit crashed into his face front on, stealing Orion's footing and slamming him into the ground. The burning sand stung his exposed skin and he quickly hopped upright. He wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth, rubbing it between his fingers until it became a ruddy stain.
Sinestro's clenched fist was still extended, the light of his ring dimming. "Work? How about the second attack?"
Orion bared his teeth. "I didn't ask for-"
In that second, he could sense everything around him, without even looking. Thaal, the way the warm wind teased his poncho. Robot Mouse, the very heat radiating from his metallic armour. Gildarts, the slinking of sweat down his skin, the ragged breaths. Even the scorpions that skittered across the dunes. Unfortunately, nothing registered of their power levels, but that mattered little in the moment.
He reached for his eyepatch and ripped it off. A fluttering interrupted his vision, but then he could see out of the red lens. He closed his organic eye to be certain. Yes. The NOVA unit was back online! Not totally functional, but he would take what he could get.
Orion snapped the eyepatch back over his face, and his anger evaporated with the moisture on his lips. "Bravo, Sinestro."
The red skinned warrior smirked. "Any time. Now, let's focus on the task at hand, shall we?"
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The four of them jetted into the air. In short time they arrived at their destination; Nippur. Chaos consumed the streets. It appeared as though a fight had already started here, or perhaps was just finishing. In that case, the poor residents of this town weren't about to be given a reprieve.
Orion balled his fists, cracking his knuckles. Sinestro fired a beam of light into the sky, plastering the sigil of his ring above the clouds. He spoke, and Orion felt a chill run down his spine.
Orion tensed his body and let his ki flow freely. A blue flame of energy burst to life around his body.
It was time to fight.
Finally.
Re: Legacy & War - Dean Winchester - 11-15-2015
Dean hadn't wasted any time after leaving the group of misfits off in the distance before putting his hastily thrown together plan into action. For better or for worse, the second one the most likely one of the two, someone had finally let this demon loose on the Omniverse.
”It's all you now Dean, show them what you are made of!”
The whine of an engine being pushed to it's max could be heard over all the other sounds going on, and what made it even more noticeable was the loud guitar wailing away in one of Dean's favourite parts of this particular song. If anyone had cared enough to pay attention they could hear the lyrics that went along with the tune.
Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill
I can't get enough and I can't get my fill
Cause I shoot to thrill play to kill
Play it again
Shoot you down, yeah!
The Winchester could almost swear he had seen the group he had just left probably only moments ago, if not a bit longer as time seemed to feel like it meant less and less here, and secretly hoped that some of them joined the fray. Maybe not PM, she was kind of ok but that wouldn't stop him from killing her. This demon would go after anyone if they stood in his way, no matter who they were or how close they felt they were to him.
As the car started to get closer to the city's gates the drivers side open swung open rapidly as Dean dove from the car, tucking down into a roll, and finally settled in a crouching position as the car rocketed on. He drew the first blade in his left hand as he also took his Colt 1911 into his right, watching as his now driver-less car barrelled on forward until it hit a dune and flew up into the air. Dean grinned maniacally as the car finally came down and went ass-over-tea kettle a couple times, the hood and trunk getting totally destroyed in the process. The once proud Impala rolled over a few times in the sand, the smell of leaking fuel enveloping the area. The mixture of this gas leak, the heat of the dunes, as well as a few sparks caused in the accident had caused the vehicle to catch fire.
The car settled to a stop, the burning wreckage had sadly not run into anyone, and Dean mentally noted that has far as introductions went this was was purely BAD ASS! It might have done no damage to anyone around but the demon was sure it had probably gotten him some attention, though maybe not as much as Sinestro's little display and speech there. They deputy's voice booming over the entire city had been pretty hard to miss.
Still, he had pretty much announced himself to whoever was still around the gates, and his intentions were pretty much clear from this point on. Moving forwards Dean's eyes went to their demonic state as he started to sing rather badly to absolutely no one in particular, continuing on the song that had previously been playing in the Impala before it's demise.
”Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down. I'm gonna shoot to thrill, play to kill. Shoot to thrill.”
Some who might have known Dean from times long past might have thought that he had started to go insane, hell some of the people that known him from this place are probably thinking the same damn thing.
By the murderous gleem in the demon's pitch black eyes they were probably right.
Re: Legacy & War - Todd Ingram - 11-15-2015
The scorching hot sun warmed the skin on Stewie's head, who was faced down in the sand.
"urgh, what happened ?" The young genius slowly pushed himself upwards from the ground. The dirt was already everywhere, between his fingernails, in his pants, even on his lips. Stewie starts spitting out gravel.
"Argh ! Goddamnit ! Nothing worse than dirt in your mouth." After emptying his mouth of the unwanted filth that was located inside of it he started to get a better grasp of his surroundings.
"What the devil is this god forsaken place ? It looks like a Disney movie location reject. " He turned towards the small settlement nearby, Stewie looked at it with revolt, "No way i will go there, what kind of savages would live in a place like this ?"
He turned towards his tricycle which was pieces all over the place, there was no way he could travel this dessert on his beloved vehicle the way it was now, it would need to be adjusted if it were to get him out of this mess. But first he had to get rid of this tight leather that was cooking him alive. The leather was glued to his skin as a teenage boy to his first nude magazine.
Stewie struggled pulling his arms out of the hot leather sleeves. " Unhand me you vile leather snake!" He yelled as he struggled. Finally his arms were free and the scorching sun was felt on his skin. But if this place thought him anything already it was that this Omnilium is useful to deal with these, annoyances . He closed his eyes and sat down while the earth's star was slowly burning the skin on his arms. concentrating on appropriate dessert clothing and his vehicle wasn't as easy as before because of the heat, yet after a few minutes he succeeded. He took the liberty of following mad max's outfit, a light scarf to protect his neck from the heat, a worn out light jacket covered with knives and a holster for his laser-gun.
His vehicle was upgraded to a all terrain-tricycle, there was a small cage over the rider's seat, the tires were larger and would withstand the sand allot better, providing actual traction. Last but not least he provided the vehicle with a kick-ass stereo system, if he had to travel through this blasted dessert he might as well do so in style. Stewie placed the goggles on his eyes and took his seat behind the steering wheel. He narrowed his eyes and started his memorable speech " My name is Stewie. My world is fire and blood. Once, I was a cop. A road warrior searching for a righteous cause. As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken. It was hard to know who was more crazy... me... or everyone else." He roared the engine loudly. "God i love Tom Hardy", and he took off into the distant with the song Born to be wild blasting out of the speakers.
***
Stewie had been driving around for hours, he seen some wild life, some weird thuggish looking folks which he could easily avoid with his machine. For some reason they were drawn to the loud music that came from it. Following some dirt road up one of the mountains he hoped to get a better look at the surrounding. Making his way to the top he got out of his beastly vehicle and stared into the distant. " This place is allot bigger than i expected. Maybe i should just turn back. Is that what you want, you white ass bastard ?!" He yelled at the sky. " You want me to give up don't you ? Give me a goddamn sign of where to go ?!" And with that he saw it, in the distant he saw a beacon of light shining towards the sky. Stewie's mouth dropped open " Well you could've just told me to go there, no need to show off whitey". The infant quickly got back on his vehicle, pumped up the sound system and drove towards the beacon.
The closer he got the clearer it was that there was a city of some sort in the distant. Apparently this place wasn't just endless wastes of nothingness. The music got him right in the mood as he neared the city gates.
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
There he saw it, a burning Impala near the gate of the city, crashed and abused by the laws of physics. The stench of gasoline was filling the air. Near the demolished vehicle he saw a man standing, gun in one hand, knife in the other. It looked as if the man was ready for action.
Stewie approached the man, who was shouting the lyrics of 'Shoot to Thrill' toward the open gates, as if taunting whoever was near it. "Ow great they got their very own Brian Johnson psycho reject, This will be fun", Stewie said to himself. Dean turned around when he heard the engine approach and immediately took aim at the approaching vehicle, during his aim he noticed it was an infant driving a build out ,motorized tricycle with a loud stereo system, "What the... ?!" He said in a slightly confused tone. The driver responded by turning the wheel and creating a dramatic drift stop, creating a sand cloud. Stewie used the sand cloud as cover as he got out of his vehicle, he started to slowly approach the hunter on the other side of it.
Thanks to the light provided by headlight, Dean noticed a silhouette within the dust cloud approaching him, it was enormous. He started to take aim again, not taking any chances. The shadow quickly shrunk in size when Stewie emerged from the cloud. Once again it took the hunter a moment to adjust to the situation.
" Why in the devils name are you aiming that thing at me ?!" The short man shouted in his British accent towards the hunter.
" I thought you were one of those Babylon douchebags, run along kid." Dean turned around to face the gate once more.
"Wait wait, Babylon douchebags ? Are they like those empire sperm soldiers ?"
The deep voice of the hunter spoke,"Imperial Sperm soldiers, heh. Not the empire no, but close enough. Me and my crew are here to settle a score with the douchebag running this dump, he claims to be the god-king of New Babylon."
"God king ? Sounds like that bastard Emperor that took Rupert. " The duo got interrupted by a rock that was thrown from the inside of the gate, barely missing the young genius. Both of them took out their weapons, Dean's gun and Stewie's laser-gun both aimed the source, which obviously fled the scene of the crime.
Stewie immediately shouted loudly towards the city gates," Come back here ! Come back out here and fear me damnit ! I will blast you all to hell." He turned to Dean, " They threw a freaking rock at me ! I will join you on your quest to lay waste to this God-king, his subjects and his city."
The hunter was amused yet shocked by the baby gunslinger's taunt and actions." Another gun to the cause, bet the others won't mind if you tag along. Just don't get in my way." Dean then muttered to himself, "Laser shooting babies, this place is fucking ridiculous."
The duo stood in front of the gates, weapons at the ready.
Stewie couldn't resist and said it, "What a day,.. what a glorious day."
'man i love Mad Max.' Stewie thought to himself with a mischievous grin on his face
Re: Legacy & War - Gildarts - 11-23-2015
The blisters in his shoe formed with every chafing step. They were wet on his foot like sticky pads of moss and clung like slick grease, causing a slight, unnoticeable slip with every other step he took. But that was nothing compared to the agony stirring in his abdomen, which Gildarts clutched, crippled by the fresh wave of stunning pain. He had no idea what was happening, but this time it was in a different way than his characteristic oblivious style. This time, the world around him was spinning, the horizon where the sandy ground met the soft shade of blue, now became a blur of streaking sky.
His eyes amber eyes struggled to focus, yet everything still felt disturbingly obscure. The scene around him was hazy and no matter how hard the Prime tried, his vision would not adjust to the sun’s brazen light. He had no idea how long he had been walking, but even the most enormous amount of effort was brutal on his still-recovering body. Suddenly, the group he was moving with stopped and his sliding foot sought the firmness of rock but found only the wavering ocean of swaying sand. He nearly tripped, but Gildarts too found his place and paused with them, able only to see the smearing silhouettes of many buildings stooping from high above and casting cold shadows atop the sand.
His battle-ready instincts sparked and ignited on a daunting vibe. They were now facing a serious threat. A sense of fear strummed within Gildarts, not for himself, he never felt afraid to battle a worthy companion, but for those he agreed to battle with, and against. To battle in his state, surely it was suicide, or worse, complete and utter slaughter. Yet, his choices left few options, and the illness, whatever it was, savagely tore away at him from the inside out.
The distinguished pink-skinned man seemed to shout something, and a few others assembled around him. He could not see over their heads, What were the looking at? A monster? An adversary? Before he could assume an answer, Gildarts felt a swell of power choke his throat, followed by the destabilizing sense of fear that tingled in his fingertips and corroded the fleeting grip he had on his control.
The veteran chugged in a long breath, and felt for the small sphere in his pocket. He no longer remembered where he had acquired the strange tool, but he remembered why so very clearly. It was for the reason he was currently experiencing – the same one that left him feeling like he might explode at any point and held the same consequence should he lose it. The casualties.
Swarming around him were swishing mixtures of light and darkness. The distant whispers of action flowed like air and drifted with the dusted up clouds of sand. Someone nearby – possibly a peasant – cried out in fear. This was the dunes. This was war. While he could only make out blurry shapes, warped faces, and jagged smiles; Gildarts distinctly noticed the posture of one dark entity. He would have mistaken the figure for the deadly and immortal wizard, Zeref, had the hooded man not had three distinguishing green eyes, which glowed through Gildarts’ cloud of muddled perception.
The Prime’s eyes fixed like flint on the being, and it seemed like the magical entity was raising his arm up, as though to cast a spell on Gildarts’ closest comrade. Gildarts shoved the man into the friable ground, who responded in a gravely voice, “Grr,” before the Fairytail wizard hurled the ball from his hand at the assailant.
Following the sphere, was a whirling swirl of mist, which enveloped the two men. Before each of them had any idea what had happened, they both found themselves in a completely different world.
Striking Gildarts first, was the dank, musty scent that crept to his nose. Then came the shivering impact of stunning darkness from the void around him. Where was he? What happened to the others? Were thoughts that may have popped into the mage’s mind, had he any time to worry about such trivial things. He had only two challenges now, the rest had been eliminated.
One: The pain. Two: His enemy.
Maintaining control now, was not something that lingered on his mind.
Quote: I used my item: isolation verse.
Re: Legacy & War - Tearen Wover - 11-24-2015
Nealaphh blinked slowly as the world shifted and bent, becoming a shaded, gestalt land. Tall, monolithic structures comprised of an obscure stone-like substance protruded from the firm, loamy soil underfoot. The gloom was so complete that it prevented one from seeing more than a mere eighty feet into the distance. As it was, Nealaphh could barely see Gildarts looming at the edge of its visual perception.
The mysteries of how and why it had been brought to this place would have to wait, as always. The God-Mind could only presume that this man meant to do it harm, since Gildarts, for Nealaphh did indeed know of this Prime, had accompanied the cartel of glorified raiders which now invaded Nippur. A pity that the mission of retrieving Demetri would have to be delayed. Hopefully Mr. Riddle would be able to handle himself. With a nebulous puff of black smoke, Nealaphh shifted from the form of a crow to its usual enigmatic, enrobed visage. Gildarts had yet to make an aggressive move. How polite.
How unfortunate for us both that we come to find ourselves in this predicament. Do you usually make a habit of accosting strangers, Gildarts?
Nealaphh said, adjusting its robe slightly. Apparently this was all the invitation that Gildarts needed to spring forward with an outstretched palm. As the immortal sped towards the God-Mind, Nealaphh dipped its awareness into the time-stream of this removed patch of space and coaxed Gildarts’ passage through the temporal medium into a faster clip, causing the wizard to cruise past Nealaphh in the blink of an eye, slowing to a halt some thirty feet behind him. The shadow turned and offered a weary gaze as it witnessed the attack meant for its own body reduce a tetragonal mound to cubed fragments. Gildarts took a deep breath and steadied himself. His opponent fought with guile and patience in contrast to his own direct approach; that much was clear. It would just have to be taught that a square peg can indeed be fit through a round hole if pounded hard enough.
In the moment that Gildarts took to turn back around, Nealaphh had seized upon the man’s quantum unawareness to shift its location to on top of a lopsided pyramid. From this vantage point, Nealaphh was easily able to pluck the fragmented cuboid stones from the ground and send them hurtling towards Gildarts in rapid succession. The paltry attack was deflected all too easily by a quick net of force that the wizard projected from another outstretched palm. The man sighed and wobbled slightly.
“Are we finished testing the waters?” he grumbled, clutching a shaky hand over one eye. Nealaphh tilted its head again, taking in the man’s posture and the surface thoughts that were continually trickling into the psychic medium. Illness. Desperation. Misery. Pain. Regret. Yes, all of these things ran through Gildarts’ mind, distracting him from the fight. Perhaps if Nealaphh could bring them to the forefront of his mind, it could draw the man’s attention away from the exchange of blows all together.
Are you alright Gildarts? You seem unwell.
The wizard only grimaced in response and began to summon more of his brilliant white energy to hand. Nealaphh was honestly not used to fighting an opponent that was as deliberate and methodical as itself, but the change of pace was welcome as Gildarts sent blast of pale luminance roaring towards the God-Mind. Nealaphh stood its ground atop the misshapen structure, lensing the space in front of itself outwards and letting the crash magic warp around its ebon form.
As it was, however, Nealaphh was not expecting Gildarts to be able to maintain an attack of such intensity for so long, so when it was forced to drop its defense and suffer the stinging lacerations delivered by the ray of wild magic, it was genuinely surprised. A Prime with a mind on the level of Nealaphh’s had quite a bit of time to consider the implications of this error as it was knocked off of its perch and into the damp earth far below. It was out of sight from the wizard once again, having been knocked to the far side of the pyramid, but Nealaphh didn’t even have time to think about teleporting before this structure was also dismantled by Gildarts’ might.
“What’s it to you?” Gildarts growled, curling his iron digits into a fist and delivering a crunching blow to the God-Mind’s mid section. Nealaphh was sent tumbling along the ground for several yards before rolling to a stop and slowly getting to its feet. When it looked up, Gildarts was already on top of it.
Perhaps I can help.
Nealaphh said this, but in the next instant, all of Gildarts’ senses screamed as Nealaphh’s eyes flared into white brilliance...
Quote:Nealaphh used:
Temporal Jaunt
Quantum Uncertainty
Warp Burst
Mind Surge
Re: Legacy & War - Gilgamesh - 11-24-2015
Gilgamesh sat upon his golden throne peering upon Demetri, his eyes ignited with rage as he looked upon a man who attempted to disrupt his peace. The mongrel’s sarcasm was not helping his case. Ever fiber in the King’s body wanted to deattach the mongrel’s head off of his. He slowly walked over to the thief with every intention of beating down and breaking his every limb. His lips twisted into a malicious grin as he stopped right before Demetri.
A voice echoed throughout the town demanding that the King to give up his rightfully earned throne. The words LAW echoed throughout his mind bringing up memories of the horrid abyss. A figure flashed by his memory...a specific gerudo who supposedly lead an organization called LAW. Memories of pain, disgust, and betrayal flooded to the his mind as he grit his teeth with rage. That voice however, was not familiar. Gilgamesh’s heart dropped. His eyes widened in panic and his breaths became short and jagged as he realized that Ganondorf must have recruited followers into his barbaric organization.
Gilgamesh looked down at Demetri, his eyes that were once filled with seething rage and a desire to punish are now filled with panic and an overwhelming feeling of absolute horror. He ran outside of his throne room to see Anos just dusting some portraits of the King very casually.
“Oh my King, I believe some barbarians are making more…” His voice dropped as his own feeling of terror raised as he saw his valiant King’s distressed face.
“Let free the prisoner and request him to join us in defending the city and it’s people. We might need as much help as we get.”
He ran down the corridor and was about to open the door, when the memory of Agnés flashed across his mind. He turned his head, his voice almost wavering as he yelled out his command.
“Agnés! The people of Nippur need your assistance! I your King need you to fend off these rabid dogs! Come out at once!” The palace doors creaked and gave way underneath the King’s hand, blinding light flooded into the palace. His eyes squinted outside to see the mass panic at this massive catastrophe.
A rising inferno had appeared outside the gates, it’s dancing fires casually brushing against the city walls. People were running in fear back into their houses as four flying men had just threatened to take down the city. Gilgamesh couldn’t already help but feel defeated...his entire Kingdom that he had put so much work into had descended into Chaos and darkness. Anger built up into the King’s eyes, gleaming with a raging inferno.
“Though labors much more demanding than those of Heracles, I have finally brought peace into this land. Those who threaten that peace that I have brought shall know my fury. For a King and his soldiers never surrender or cower from curs like you who threaten to bring Chaos into my land!” His usual calm, collected nature had completely gone away from his body and had been replaced by only his ferocity and his wrath.
The sun blinded his eyes as he tried to look upon the four who had threatened him. One had caught his eye...The Mouse King was back. However, it was quite clear that he was not quite the same as before. The mechanical additions to his body made the King question what had happened to the mouse. He tried to read into the Mouse but...Pain seared through the King’s mind as he had ventured too deep into the Mouse’s mind. One thing was for sure, Mickey was significantly stronger than when they had last met. The mouse slowly descended from his thrusters with a sour frown on his face.
“We meet again, Gilgamesh. I will not let you hurt nor manipulate anyone anymore.” His voice was completely serious and his expression was deadly. One of his hands retracted from his hands and ejected a shining blade. He readied himself almost as if he was about to charge at any moment.
“You cannot talk of ruined peace or pain when you have not witnessed the things I have done for my people. The abomination you have become cannot be permitted on my lands when you threaten to bring destruction to my Kingdom! You shall not be able to defeat me nor take away my divine right to rule!” Gilgamesh’s golden armor fell to the ground and the red runes on his body began to glow with immense power. Golden portals began to upon up behind him and many weapons began to threaten the robotic mouse.
“Now die like the rotten cur you are!”
Quote: Gilgamesh uses Tier One Power Up Runes of Babylon for the entire round
SP left 2/4
Re: Legacy & War - Dean Winchester - 11-24-2015
There was a commotion going on within the city walls, some sort of swirling mist and a lot more shouting and running around, and having been giving no other orders to go by Dean decided to take this as his cue to act. He was armed and truly dangerous so all the hunter needed now was some prey, and luckily enough for him one of the guards that had been manning the wall had volunteered to go first! The idiot had decided to rush the demon using a sword, so Dean brought up his Colt 1911 and sent a .45 ACP round tearing through the man's chest at what was basically point blank range. Never bring a sword to a gun fight.
Whatever armour this guard wore had not helped the unfortunately soul as blood exploding from his chest as Dean watched him sink to his knees. Holstering his pistol Dean took the guard’s neck in his hands and lifted him to his feet and held him at eye level. Locking his eyes with the terrified man the demon slowly slid the first blade into the man's stomach without saying a word, and gutted the man with a smile. The poor sap's organs spilled to the ground as Dean breathed in deeply, the scent of blood driving him wild.
It hadn't enough for him though, the Mark of Cain was howling for more blood, so who would be next? Looking around Dean spotted three suitable candidates to choose from not very far off from his current location! They seemed to be the dregs left over from the previous battle that had taken place outside this city, and from the looks of it they had already been through a pretty rough beating, but at this point in time none of it really mattered to Dean other then the fact he had someone else to kill.
He decided to go for the closest of the three, a blonde haired freak that he didn't really recognize.
Removing his pistol again, the burning sun reflecting off it's immaculately polished stainless steel surface, Dean pulled the trigger and sent a round flying at his intended opponent, only to have it strike the sand a few meters in front of the guy. He swore under his breath at the missed shot, but at least the exploding sand mixed with the sound of gun fire was enough to draw Victor's attention to Dean.
It was time to say hello the way only a Winchester could!
The demon squeezed the trigger of the pistol, sending another round at his opponent, and then a few seconds later another. The demon turned to the child with the laser rifle that had joined him not too long ago and growled a warning at him, unaware of the movie quote that had slipped in with it.
“Come with me if you want to live, or not. Don't care” As soon as the words had left Dean's lips he rushed forward, heading towards Victor, his eyes now in there black demonic state. He just hoped that the kid might be able to cover his back.
Once the distance between demon and man had closed enough for his liking Dean brought up his pistol and fire a fourth shot at the guy, though this one was from the hip and was likely to go wild. All this racket had probably brought most of the attention to him, but Dean didn't care in the slightest. The demon had chosen a target and he was locked in, no one else would matter until they lay broken, defeated, and dead at his feet.
Becoming a demon had not improved the Winchester's running speed apparently, as it seemed to be taking far too long for his liking to reach his target, giving the man way too much time to formulate a defense against Dean's assault. There was one thing Dean could do to help improve his odds of landing a blow though. Once he was a few meters away from the blonde haired guy he channeled his demonic essence, that churning black pit of rage and hate, and funneled it into his muscles. Getting a temporary burst of speed Dean doubled his pace and rushed at Victor while readying the sharpened jaw bone his held in his opposite hand.
The moment he was close enough Dean slashed the first blade wildly at the man's torso while he let out a vicious yell, though his voice had hardly sounded like his own in that point in time. Whatever sounds came out from his lips were hollow, twisted, and something that no human vocal cords should ever have been able to produce.
Quote:Word count: 781 (wordcounter,net)
Fired 5/7 shots, 2 remain before reload.
Used Burst speed once.
Re: Legacy & War - Victor Wolfe - 11-24-2015
“People, all day today…” Victor sighed to himself, as yet another victim stepped up to the chopping block. This one’s assault, though wild and strong, was no better executed than the previous foe’s that Victor had already tangled with just that morning. The exploding sounds of bullet leaving chamber alerted the assassin to his opponent’s intentions and with a slight slip Victor leaned out of harm’s way, taking only glancing blows instead of direct ones. He flinched feeling the sting of the cut and the blood flowing down his arm.
“Apparently these guns are better than the ones in my world” Victor chuckled to himself, feeling that this was going to be a difficult but fun fight. Deans burst of movement may have caught Wolfe off guard had he not learned and mastered the ability himself and seen the tell-tale signs of rapid acceleration early. Victor grasped at his daggers and with a quick and precise move brought one down to block the bade in Deans hand preventing himself from getting carved open and at the same time with malicious glee sending his other gleaming blade thrusting towards the brunettes stomach. The force from Deans accelerated movement combined with Victors well placed and fast moving blade met with a satisfying sound of flesh separating and blood spilling. The attacker dropped to one knee in surprise.
Withdrawing his blade and cleaning it of blood Victor took a few steps back to admire his work before leaving to find more pathetic invaders to introduce to the sharp end of his daggers. Until to his surprise the man he had thought dead stood back up even more enraged. “ You know that would kill most normal people but I guess I should have been able to notice from your eyes and voice , you are a demon right?” Victor smirked. “I have heard a lot about you demons from the fools in the imperial church and it appears for once they got there info correct. Possessing humans but giving them incredible ability’s, I will assume that is why you are not dead yet fiend but this gives me a good opportunity. You see whilst working as an assassin I never did get the chance to fight one of you so let’s see how well my blades measure up against hells best, after all in my line of work I will probably end up there eventually may as well get a head start on seeing how I do.” Victor smiled with anticipation at the prospect of fighting a demon for the first time, although the nagging worry of his previous injuries got to him. He would have to be cautious in this fight and not allow his opponent to get the upper hand.
Before engaging the assailant again the young assassin turned to his comrades, “I want to enjoy this fight so please try to not interfere too much, however if anyone else tries to get involved introduce them to the ground and make sure they have an intimate relationship with it” after a quick salute to Shay and Erik Victor turned and walked towards Dean, noticing that a good amount of the damage that had been done by his blades was already sealing up. “So you have a boosted healing rate too, very impressive, I look forward to this fight.” Victor sneered once again underestimating his opponent, as he took one more step Dean lunged grasping Victor by the throat and lifting him up trying to throttle the blade wielder.
Air began to run out and Victor was reminded of his embarrassing defeat during the Abyss. The demons grip was strong and even his training could not protect him from the force being applied to his wind pipe. Lucky for Victor he had a solution, shutting his eyes he lifted his blades slightly and with a quick smash caused a flash of blinding light burning Deans black eyes. The demon dropped the assassin who quickly pressed the button on his belt entering the safety of his stealth.
Before his opponent could recover Victor proceeded to carefully aim slashes at whatever seemed to be the most viable target one slash caught the legs causing glistening red blood to run down towards the sandy cobble below. Victor was going to make sure that he tore his opponent apart, after all his last fights had been spent chasing a rodent and grouping up on an old man, it was time to relieve some stress and this demon seemed like an interesting target.
Re: Legacy & War - Tom Marvolo Riddle - 11-24-2015
I hissed a curse as not just one but three beings disappeared from my immediate area, two entirely inhuman and one who appeared normal except faster than any other thing I had ever seen. In an instant my defenses had been breached before I could even bring them to bear, and then Nealaphh was gone. Worse I had no way of knowing for how long. And almost as bothersome was another prime or what I took for one had been exiled by Omni. Was the god really that so capricious?
I was in a soon to be warzone, my escort gone, and I was subject to a deity's deficient aim taking out potential allies left and right. Although I did have knowledge, I had very much need of someone who would be a subordinate and Nealaphh had provided me just that. The city was under attack, winning myself a minion from this mess was likely my best hope to be guided to safer pastures. Or perhaps a quick death to find my way back to the Nexus. Both were certainly in my future at this rate so I focused on the name and the location of the wayward rogue that Neal had referenced.
Demetri, Nippur.
Glancing in either direction confirmed I was thoroughly alone as I drew upon my wand and my power. The front gate was a sordid insanity that I wanted no part with, so that left me with making my own entrance. Facing the heavy sandstone wall and taking a step back, I brought my arm down in a slashing thrust as the words burned my throat and rent reality itself.
“Magnus Totum Lacerovisis!” The wand bucked in my hand with the last syllable of the incantation being uttered, claiming its toll from the world and my life. From its yew tip to the earthen barrier, my focus fired a warping force that coalesced and then erupted in the span of a second. Stony bits of gore flew in every direction as a cloud of pulverized wall enveloped me. As it cleared, ambient sky filtered through the bleeding streams of musky dust. The wound in the fortification sat before me and would allow me to penetrate the city's’ defenses easily.
With a quick stride I moved forward through the opening I had wrought, the city splayed out before me like a Christmas feast and I was here to defend it from the in-laws.
More to the situation at hand though, I had a better vantage of the quarry, the place I needed to be and how likely it was for me to make there in any semblance of efficacy. Running had never been my strong suit though I could keep up with most. Even with this body being perfectly above human average, speed was not my domain. I would have to bring this fight to me.
The red and yellow star, the main event, the orchestrator; whatever or whoever it was, that would bring me the most attention and if I was successful in bringing it down it would be the means I had to secure aid in this region.
Breathing in, I only hesitated for a second at what I was going to do. I secured two incantation in my mind, one Verdis and one Frusto. The first I only needed once, the second I required many more. I split and folded it mentally five times and took aim as again I drew on magic from the world and expended my life to make it to do as I willed. I didn’t bother with more than simple wand movements, as my arm flexed easily to accommodate them and reality answered my call once more.
A burning emerald spark flew first followed shortly after with five bullet like bolts of pale crimson. When the spark flared into an unholy brightness some distance away, far enough to not be blinded myself, and practically on the Idiot’s doorstep I knew what would come next. The five evocative curses would pierce the arresting light and with any luck they would find their mark somewhere on the body of the one who and brought the giant rune in the sky into existence.
I didn’t wait for confirmation of a hit, as I pulled the tip of the wand to my through and invoking the sonorous charm silently.
“Well met would be conquerors of Nippur! I denounce your claim upon my life and demand satisfaction for this most egregious insult! I claim the right of a duel with the speaker and bringer of the yellow rune!” I said in the most biting voice I could manage while still sounding polite. I was moderately annoyed but that was no reason to be as rude as this… despot had been.
META Wrote:Words:796
Charged Casting – [Magnus Totum Lacerovisis]
Spark Conjuration – Blinding [Verdis]
Nonverbal Casting x5 – [Frusto]
Random Fodder – Sonorus Charm for a loud voice.
Re: Legacy & War - Ganondorf - 11-25-2015
A hot desert wind howled around Ganondorf, scouring his face with coarse sand and whipping his hair into flowing fire. Beside him, Eighteen had taken to wearing a summoned cloth over her mouth and nose to keep the sand from invading her body, but the Gerudo needed no such protections. Perhaps a weaker man would consider this desert a hell of earth, but for him… it was merely home.
Their travels had been uneventful, the Gerudo’s knowledge of the desert keeping them from the more dangerous avenues of approach. Even so, his blonde ally had remained remarkably quiet during the journey, and any attempts to start up a conversation were dashed by her cold looks. In fact, it seemed she was more interested in occasionally mocking him and judging what he was doing than actually talking. Ganondorf bore her jibes and glares with strained patience.
Long before they could see the actual damage, the smoke rising in the air above Nippur was proof of its recent troubles. First one voice, familiar to both Ganondorf and Eighteen, and accompanied by a strange yellow symbol in the air, called for Nippur’s surrender. Soon enough it was answered by another voice, this unfamiliar. The two shared a wordless look before hurrying on towards the city. As they passed through the gates, a voice addressed them from ahead.
“Is it you? Did you put that yellow rune into the sky?”
Ganondorf stared at the man in dumbfounded silence for a moment before giving his answer.
“No. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we need to meet with the leader of this city.”
For her part, Eighteen remained silent, though her eyes never left the form of the speaker. Ganondorf pressed onward, hoping to avoid a needless confrontation with this strange man. But it seemed the man wasn’t about to take this dismissal lying down, for he spoke again as they passed him by.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me! Maybe you’re not lying and you aren’t him, but if you’re here and want to see Gilgamesh, then you’re obviously allied with him.” the black-haired man cried out to the duo’s unheeding backs, anger heating his voice. His next words, however, DID cause them to take notice.
“Magnus Totum Lacerovisis!”
Though his attack was swift, neither of his foes were unexperienced fighters and they quickly leapt away from the bolt of energy. Ganondorf smirked as he looked back toward the wizard.
“You missed,” he said simply, a second before a force from behind him sent him sprawling to the ground and the sound of falling stone nearly drowned out a woman’s cry of pain. A nameless fear sprang into Ganondorf’s breast as he looked behind him. For there, amidst the rubble of the building that man’s attack had struck instead of him, a pale arm hung limply skywards.
All thoughts of retaliation left Ganondorf as he sprang toward the debris, his large hands lifting and pushing stone away from his fallen comrade until finally he could see her face. A rivulet of blood flowed from her forehead, staining the ground a beautiful crimson shade as she lay there, unmoving. However, his opponent seemed to take the Gerudo’s stunned silence as an opportunity to press his advantage, and the words, “Crucio” left his lips just before Ganondorf was wracked with horrific pain. His every nerve was set afire and the behemoth of a man fell flat under that agonizing curse. Which only served to place him at a better vantage to see Eighteen’s still form.
Rage swelled within the Gerudo’s breast, a heat more intense than even that his foe was giving to him. And though his body rebelled against it, he rose to his feet. Wolf-like eyes regarded the man as Ganondorf turned to face him, and in that instant, beyond the confusion on the wizard’s face, the Demon King saw him. No. He didn’t just see him. He saw into Tom Marvolo Riddle. In that moment, under the Gerudo’s scrutinizing gaze, the man was laid bare to him. This had happened before, when Ganondorf had faced Gilgamesh during the Dante’s Abyss Tournament. The Demon King smirked, even through the intense pain of Tom’s Cruciatus Curse, and a plan for his vengeance formed in his sinister mind.
First, his gauntleted right hand rose, catching the man’s spell against his own dark energies, and the pain left Ganondorf. Tom was no slouch, of course, and even set off-balance by this sudden counter, he readied another attack. Unfortunately for him, Ganondorf wasn’t about to allow him the time. The Gerudo’s left hand moved over head, and within its grasp an object formed; a wand of yew. The tip lowered towards Mr. Riddle as Ganondorf spoke words he’d never known before now.
“Avada Kedavra!”
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Eighteen is unconscious and effectively out of the fight.
Tom used: Cruciatus Curse and Charged Casting in my post.
I used: (Power)Foresight to avoid Charged Casting. (Move)Gauntlets of the Demon King to block Crucio. Insight and Mimic to copy (Super Move)Killing Curse. 1 SP spent. 4/5 SP remaining.
Re: Legacy & War - Demetri Malius - 11-25-2015
Demetri felt the eerie and definitive sense of deja vu as his encounter with the king was interrupted. Was this his past trying to strike back at the kingdom he doomed so long ago? It hardly seemed likely. Either way, there was a war about to happen at this very location.
Demetri needed to get some gear. He started by focusing and reforming his chains, as their familiar cold steel put him at ease. Using his senses, he searched the palace for an armory, and found one rather quickly. He faded as he crept into the stash of weaponry. He would need something to carry it all in. His old satchel would be perfect.
With little effort, Demetri summoned his satchel, its rugged leather worn, yet sturdy. With a skeptical look, he slowly reached in before his hand passed where the bottom should be, reaching out into the void, its new addition. This was marvelous. Like the Grinch on Christmas Eve, the thief snatched up whatever he could get his hands on with a face full of glee.
Despite its endless capacity, weight forced him to limit his selection to a few weapons and items.
A ring alerted him of a message from headmaster. Demetri stopped just inside the palace gates and checked the message. An up-to-date list of current Institute members. This shall be helpful. Perhaps there are others nearby. Glancing through the message, Demetri paused as his heart sank, and his eyes focused on a single name.
Victor Wolfe
Well, the gods be damned. Had he the time, or an appropriate place, Demetri would have banged his head on a miscellaneous desk to enforce his stupidity. He supposed that he might as well offer a hand in order to clear his name. No need for such a report to reach the God-Mind.
At this point, Demetri calculated that if he has caused this much chaos and grief for the city, maybe it was time to share the grief with the enemy.The thief then creept about, hiding from the blazing sun, his eyes squinting against the harsh light and coarse sand flying through the air. Soldiers lined the streets, preparing to defend their homes from new invaders. A few looked at him suspiciously.
Demetri took a deep breath, focusing on his body and its essence, just like he would do to deceive his enemy. Using his will, he began to force his essence to not only separate, but split it, and after a short moment, 5 thieves stood outside the palace.
Within an instant, they were off. Chains flew as five men quickly move to the rooftops, astounding and frightening some of locals and soldiers.
Demetri spotted a cluster of primes. Three men, as it seemed. The red-skinned one with sleek, black hair seemed to be the one that cast the yellow light and shouted the challenge to the city. Another seemed normal by all means, a wizard from the look of his attacks, with short black hair. The last was a dark skinned man with orange hair, a warlock with some nice gauntlets.
An opening appeared before him as the orange haired one seemed to copy the wizards style, casting a rather deadly looking spell. He would need to be careful of such trickery by that one. The five thieves jumped from the shadows, but none were genuine. Demetri crouched low with the gloom of darkness upon his face and shoulders, spying his enemies as they were caught aware of his mirror images.A giant yellow fist came from the red-skinned prime above and pummeled one of the doppelgangers, turning it into air as the image made contact. Another was grappled by the dark warlock and dissipated in front of him.
The thief had made his way behind the warlock, before shooting his chains into the gauntlets he wore. He quickly jumped over the man, then kicked his feet off of his chest, giving the thief a boost as the warlock fell back. The gauntlets slipped off, blood spraying into the air as the blades from the chains tore them from their owner. Demetri flipped over and landed on his feet as the chains retracted with his prize.
As the rogue tried to equip his new gear, something felt off. The item was not giving off the same power as before, when the warlock held them. It seemed to have lost power after being separated from its owner, and some type of magic prevented him from using what was left. With a quick flash of hands, the gauntlets were stuffed into the satchel. He would not allow his opponent to know of this predicament. Demetri then spoke aloud to the warlock in mocking tone.
"It’s a start," he said with a grin.
Quote:Pickpocket Inventory: 5 daggers, 2 swords, 2 shields, and a spear// Ganondorf’s Gauntlets
Used Split Tactics: 1 sp used, 2 sp remaining
Used chains(blade), deception.
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Re: Legacy & War - Todd Ingram - 11-25-2015
The demon dashed off and left Stewie standing there like an idiot. Wearing his ragged leather jacket, holding his pistol in a threatening manner, and no-one was around to see it. Well, the one person that could, met his unfortunate end at the tip of his newly found friend's blade. "Oh that's fine, just leave me standing here like an imbecile, it's not like we had a cool moment going or anything, you just go and have fun." He mumbled disappointed as the bloody scene unfolded in front of him.
The young genius started to make his way to the demonic entity, who was dropping a fresh corpse to the ground. But before Stewie could speak a single word Dean rushed off once more, packing a sinister smile on his face and murderous intent in his eyes. "Now that's just rude. Where the hell are you running off to now you psychopath ?!"
Dean rushed off to clash with a new opponent, however this one was different, this one was strong. It must be another prime. Shots were fired, cuts were made, and Stewie admired every action packed moment of the battle from a distance. In the corner of his eyes, he saw another duo observing the fight, they both looked pretty strong. "Hm, this may turn out like a good day after all."
The short legs carrying forward the young villain, rapidly moved underneath his small body, as he casually made his way to the duo. Shay was the first to notice him and nudged Erik who had a somewhat confused look on his face when he saw someone like Stewie approach.
" Sup, I'm Stewie."
"What is a child doing out here ?" Erik asked Shay, who was already moving Stewie back.
The assassin guided Stewie to get behind them, "Get behind us, it's not safe for a child"
"What in the devil?" Stewie protested as he was put aside.
A cry from victor was heard, Erik couldn't sit idly by when he saw his comrade got hurt. The psychic rushed to his allies aid. He readied his Psy-blades to attack the Demon, who had his back turned towards him, a perfect chance! But suddenly a sharp pain was felt in his back and he fell to the floor. His rush was abruptly stopped by a cowardly attack from behind. Erik quickly searched for the source of the attack, and there the unexpected truth was, Stewie was holding out his dangerous invention, pointing directly at him. With disbelief still lingering in his eyes he saw Stewie lunge up towards his companion.
Shay quickly turned, to see where the blast came from. He was not as lucky as his friend. The assassin's face met with a tiny fist of fury. The force behind the punch was scary strong for a prime this size, and send the unexpected Shay flying backwards. The assassin and psychic both had the same shocked look on their faces.
"That's right you ignorant dumbasses, I'm a prime. And you will let those two men kill each other for no good reason at all or I will introduce you to my little friend!" The shooter screamed at the duo who were already getting up. 'awh yeah, got some Scarface in there' He thought with a smug smile, as he started to summon his so called little friend.
His opponents facial expressions changed from shocked to focused in second, which showed they were seasoned warriors. They were anything but amused, and ready to retaliate. Erik had his psy-blades at the ready and walked back towards the shooter in a threatening manner. Shay drew his own weapons, with both sword and dagger at the ready they made a scary picture.
The young genius quickly finished up his summon, with two canisters strapped to his back, the igniter in his hands, he was ready for them. However they weren't idiots, they started to approach slowly and carefully. Stewie had no intention of waiting and closed the gap enough for him to use his new weapon.
"I did warn you. Say hello to my little friend !" Stewie's maniacal voice shouted as he squeezed the trigger. Flames erupted in front of him in a glorious infernal blaze that would lay them both to ashes. When he stopped he didn't find the crispy corpses he was hoping for, instead they were protected by a shield that was summoned by the psychic. Shay shouted out from behind his ally, " Child, are you completely mad ?!"
"Mad ? Am i mad ?! I am a paragon of mental health, you delusional asshole ! Now burn and go to hell !"
Once more the pyromaniac set the area in front of him ablaze, forcing the duo to hide behind the wall.
Quote: 799 words according to Word.
Stewie used : Lasergun and flamethrower.
Shay used : Sword and dagger
Erik used : Psi-Blades and Psi-barrier.
Re: Legacy & War - Shay Cormac - 11-25-2015
Shay Cormac felt the terrible heat emitted by the fire-breathing machine masked by his own thoughts as he dived for a wall to take cover. The Templar's body collided with the dusty floor, relieved to know he and Erik were safe for the next few seconds, before all the good in that moment was immediately sucked out by Shay's realization on how utter crap this entire experience was.
He could have barely noticed it, but in the span of 12 or so hours, this godforsaken faction he was working for had been stolen from, had it's guards killed by the numbers, had gotten it's citizens put in danger, and now it was going through it's second raid. Shay didn't know until recently, but this raid in particular wasn't just held by a few trouble-making Primes, but an entire faction.
The thought alone made Shay squirm in frustration as he got up to his feet, trying his hardest to look Erik in the eye to form some sort of plan against this freak-show of a child. Shaking his head, the Templar leaned against the rough bricks, almost tempted to look over and observe the oddity of a Prime spewing flames from his weapon as they drew closer. The thing was even laughing in the meantime, too.
Erik had to admit himself, he hadn't seen anything like this at all. Looking at how tense Shay was, Erik could tell the man was not in the greatest mood. Then again, Erik wasn't either, but in all honesty, the sight of Shay so serious had put the psychic warrior in a strange state of comfort. Of course, Erik wasn't really comfortable, considering the toddler's napalm-fueled hellfires began to seethe the ground next to him. Jumping back, Erik turned to Shay, before immediately shocked to his observation that his comrade was not standing next to him.
The psychic looked to both of his flanks, before turning back once more, only to realize Shay had already gotten half-way up the wall he was previously using as cover, the Templar jumping to the nearest windowsill. Shay stopped as Erik looked up at him expectantly, a slight tinge of worry plastered on his face.
Shay looked down, and nodded to Erik. The now dried blood caking Shay's stern, yet emotive face said everything to the psychic. Even though the beaten-up and exhausted Shay did not bother to speak through his mask, Erik heard a thousand words from the Templar, and how badly he wanted this to end.
Erik saw in the way he moved, how badly Shay's arms shook as he climbed. Erik knew he couldn't let his teammate down.
In these few short moments, Stewie's flames immediately crossed the corner, Erik jumping backwards as Shay went out of sight. Erik let out a short gasp as he looked down to find a few splotches of sticky, burning liquids scorching through his robes. The psychic almost tripped backwards as he swiped away at the flames, before it eventually died down. Erik, looking ahead as he got his footing, immediately saw the overall-clad child wielding the torturous device in his hands.
"Ha, you're like a chicken running away without a head! Have at you!" Stewie taunted, immediately raising his flamethrower at the adrenaline-rushed psychic in front of him.
Erik squinted, raising his arms in response to Stewie's movements. Pulling the trigger on his monstrous gun, Stewie watched in awe as a giant pane of glowing glass raised in front of Erik, blocking his opponent's flames. Stewie couldn't help but feel slightly amused and aggravated realizing this was but Erik's psionic energy acting before him. Truly, it was as if magic was happening before his eyes, but Stewie knew more than anybody, a magician is no more than a phony actor.
. . .
Listening to the fight beneath him, Shay could tell Erik was holding up, thankfully. The Templar's legs trembled as he stood onto the roof, his muscles ached as the horrid yet all-familiar metallic smell of blood urged him not to keep going, yet the worst of it all was the whispers in his mind seeming to scream at him to finish the fight. All of it drove Shay to the edge, quite literally, as he sprinted off the building.
Leaping with a painful groan, Stewie immediately found Shay's whereabouts, aiming upwards with his flamethrower, yet all too late. Stewie crashed onto the sandy floor, trying to claw and kick away at Shay's towering body suddenly weighing down on him.
In a fit of rage and annoyance, Stewie shouted, "Get off me, you fairy tale excuse of an assassin-"
"No," Shay spat, interrupting the child with a pure venom in his voice, "I'm a Templar, you freak."
Then, Erik watched, cringing as Shay's fist immediately came down to Stewie's face.
Re: Legacy & War - Joline - 11-28-2015
Agnès woke to her window bursting open and the sound of screams flooding into her room. Her eyes flew open and, while she couldn't figure out what had caused her window to open, she was more worried about who was screaming and why. In a moment Agnès was off her feet and standing by the singular window in her palace room, which gave her an overhead look at chaos breaking loose in the city.
It took the Vestal a moment to register that Gilgamesh was shouting at her to come to him, his voice echoing powerfully through the halls and to her room. She bit her lip and looked about the room - she hadn't recalled where she had discarded her bow when she arrived, so she scanned the room for it. On the floor near the door she saw her longbow and quiver, which she picked up as she pushed through her door and down the halls of Nippur's palace.
When she reached where she assumed Gilgamesh had been yelling, he was gone and the door was sliding shut at the hands of the man she had met at the door much earlier. With a bit of a sigh he opened the door again, saying "The king went this way", and Agnès helped, too, though perhaps more enthusiastically given the circumstances.
Before the palace was a mess of bodies here and there, most moving in some way or another. It was too much to comprehend, too much to bother trying to comprehend, at least to Agnès. Regardless, she tried to find a familiar face in the mix.
What was even going on? This was too disorganized to be training, and while she was unfamiliar with some of the people here, she could swear that there weren't this many she didn't know. Something was wrong, and since there was only one person she could think of who would know what was going on, she picked Shay out of the mess of combatants.
She couldn't help but be at least a little afraid. Whatever was going on, it wasn't friendly, she knew that much. A pit grew in her stomach - what if something had happened to Shay? What if something would happen to Victor and Gilgamesh? If her allies died, if the only people she truly knew in this world disappeared... what would she do?
She couldn't make out details in how frantic everything was, but people looked like they were getting hurt, and badly at that. Almost every part of Agnès screamed for her to stop, help these people, but her legs protested and carried her forward to one of the few familiar faces on the battlefield. In her panicked running she found herself nearly tripping here and there though luckily not falling, and as she drew closer to Shay, she...
"Where is Shay?" Agnès asked herself, only to find her answer fall from the sky. Shay jumped off a nearby building, landing on someone wielding something similar to what the Stormtroopers were using - a useless-looking hunk of metal. Before she could think more on the subject, Shay brought a fist down on the boy he had pinned, filling the air with a quieter but more sickening crack.
Despite the rough-looking punch - Agnès doubted she could throw one better - the boy showed fierce resistance, raising what she hesitantly referred to as a weapon quite quickly, but the Vestal was already in the process of raising her bow and aiming an arrow.
She was quicker than she would have liked to be normally, so she was sloppy with her draw, causing the string to rub uncomfortably against her arm. Because of her quick draw she missed her target, instead hitting the ornate piece of metal and sending it off of its target. From it came a blast of fire, which Shay recoiled from, giving the boy with the magic metal a chance to break free from being toppled over.
Agnès approached Shay, putting another arrow to her bowstring and training her sight on her target for safety's sake. "Shay, are you all right? What's happening? And..." she stopped herself for a moment. She couldn't fight on and let her ally continue on with injuries. She stepped back, slinging her bow over her right shoulder and placing her previously strung arrow in its quiver. "Let me tend to your wounds. If we cannot withdraw, I will support you from a distance. I'll not intrude on this battle unless you request I do so."
Quote:740 words
Agnès used Angel's Bow. Stewie used Flamethrower. Neither worked out quite as intended. Shay used... Physical Strength? I'unno.
didn't post as fast as intended but i made it in time yayayayayayayayayaya
Re: Legacy & War - Thaal Sinestro - 11-30-2015
Fear.
Terror streaked through the streets, shrieks of the local citizenry enticed by yet another attack. Hurried feet rushed over unevenly paved streets, eyes searching for some haven, some safety from the chaos.
If only they knew that it was their fear that brought their absolution.
Sinestro’s power-ring gleamed as yet another chain lashed out at Ganondorf, and citrine energy formed a wall just in front of his face. The humming barrier instantly dissipated as soon as it had served its purpose, though another one quickly flashed into existence to intercept a pair of magical bolts from another direction. The lantern stepped rearward into Ganondorf, the two standing back to back as a flurry of attacks snapped at them from either side, bright yellow sparks flying from the hard-light for every blow it intercepted.
“You always seem to show up, don’t you?” Ganondorf chortled, using a truly gargantuan blade to swipe away another attack.
Sinestro fanned the hammer of a hard-light revolver, sending a torrent of yellow blasts through the streets after the vexing wizard. “I have been known to meddle, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“I see you’ve gotten your…“ The gerudo king paused as a chain encircled his weapon once again. With a jerk of his powerful arms and grunt, he yanked the thief from his feet and face-first into the dirt. “… little ring?”
The wizard flourished his wand, parting his lips. “Lace-“ me managed, before an amber beam slammed into his jaw, throwing him to the ground.
“Indeed,” the dictator of Korugar replied to his partner, then turned and fell to one knee, his ring aimed at the prone Demetri. The spry warrior managed to tumble to the side as a blast of hard-light bit into the dirt where he had been laying. “I notice we’ve lost a few members on your trip here.”
“I see we’ve gained more than enough to recoup the losses,” the rightful ruler of Hyrule quipped, dismissing the blades from his hands, then snatched up the chain that had been previously entangled with them. “Now, would you mind focusing on the task at hand?”
“Certainly,” the lantern purred with a cruel smirk.
Sinestro spread his feet and held his arm out in front of himself, bracing his shoulder with the other hand. Yellow particles began to flow inward towards the ring, ambient fear being absorbed as it began to charge. Gandondorf’s muscles strained as he hefted Demetri up off of the ground with a pull, using the chains to swiftly reel him in. The thief yowled as he soared towards them, a look of shock and terror growing on his face as he realized what awaited.
The power-ring discharged with a crackling roar, broken chain links littering the sky as the thief was flung over the tiled roofs and into another street.
Quickly turning, Sinestro managed to interrupt yet another spell, a pair of golden constrictors tightly entwined themselves around Riddle’s body. With both arms hugged to his side, the mage could nothing more with his curses than spit them as he struggled, the snakes hissing in his ears. The lantern wasted no time lifting the wizard from the ground and whipping him towards the waiting gerudo, whose fists were already ablaze with unholy flame.
A horrible thud echoed into the streets, the impact shaking window panes as Ganondorf sent Tom Riddle through the air after his companion.
The faction founders nodded to each other succinctly, then turned towards the rubble that Eighteen had been buried under. “Is she alright?” Sinestro asked, almost dispassionately.
Sighing, the king crossed his arms, “I’ve put her through worse.”
“Then I suggest we reconvene with the rest of our party. I left Dean alone.” Sinestro’s ring slithered a coil of power around Ganondorf, and the two drifted from the earth. “He’s probably killed half the town by now.”
The duo rushed through the streets towards the sound of violence, blazing past the harrowed citizenry. “I had hopes of coming here for a treaty, you know,” the olive-skinned giant nagged.
A storefront exploded into shattered glass, a sharp turn running a bit wide as they flew. “If you’ll notice, I gave them the only two options that matter.”
Ganondorf scowled. “A true negotiator.”
A powerful shout followed by a brilliant line of energy heralded their arrival into the battlefield, Orion’s ki carving a swatch between a musket-wielding assassin and… an infant?
Without much question for the situation, Sinestro wound his arm back and tossed the mountain of muscle that he was towing behind him. Ganondorf sailed forward and cocked back his fist, dark flame flickering in his trail. The street splintered as he made impact, fire and debris washing out in every direction from their combined might.
A blood-soaked Dean grinned, “About time you showed up.”
Quote:800 words exactly.
Re: Legacy & War - Erik Vrell - 11-30-2015
Erik didn't know what this infant was or what he was capable of, but it was an unnatural sight to say the least. He was startled by the appearance of a new fighter but was relieved when she began healing Shay. The psychic focused his attention on the child with the fire breathing machine. Shay had been able to strike him by using the element of surprise but Erik was not verses in subtlety and had no hope of pulling of such an attack. He determined that his best bet was to attack from afar. He jogged back a few paces and began charging a chakram. As he was charging, Stewie walked forwards, pushing back the New Babylonians. He released another blast of fire from his flamethrower, but instead of a steady jet of flame, all he got was a small burst of heat and a few wisps of smoke.
A look of horror crossed Stewie's face as he realised that his tanks were empty. He only just managed to duck in time to dodge Erik's chakram. The psychic laughed maniacally as he came to a similar conclusion as Stewie. "What's wrong, you magic hunk of metal stop working?" Erik said, oblivious to the inner workings of the machine. "It's not magic you imbecile." Stewie retorted. "It's simply flammable ga-" before he could finish his sentence, Erik had drawn Mageslayer from its sheath and was dashing at the young genius.
The child dematerialised his flamethrower and equiped his laser pistol. As he ran from the marauding psychic, he took a few potshots behind him, attempting to halt the progress of his assailant. "And you called ME the mad one." Stewie muttered, just loud enough for his foes to hear. Erik stumbled, the infant has grazed his leg with the infernal device of his, and as he was falling he saw his nearby allies. Shay was almost in fighting condition once more, which could mean the difference between victory and defeat. As Erik stood up, Stewie has already taken aim. He released a shot at the psychic's feet and Erik's legs felt as if they were being branded by a hot iron. Thankfully, his pants did not catch on fire and as Erik struggled to his feet, the anger in his eyes burned more intense than any of the toddler's weapons.
Stewie began resummoning his flamethrower, not wanting to lose the advantage he had just moments before. He didn't notice Erik running up behind him until he felt he kick throwing him into the air. The young genius was thoroughly offended. He was no ball! He was the most intelligent individual to grace this world! How DARE this blue cloaked magician assault him in such a humiliating way?! He was turned see Erik barring down in him, sword in hand. Normally, Stewie may have been scared, but he just chuckled. Such a primitive weapon could not touch him. He quickly activated his metal alloy suit just before Mageslayer seperated his head from his body. He laughed at the psychic who fruitlessly slashed at the metal encasing the young genius. Much to his surprise, however, Erik sheathed his sword and stared daggers at the infant. "A cunning vulture may break the tortoise's shell." The psychic said cryptically, before materialising his psi blade.
Stewie began to panic, just a small amount, from within his metal suit. What did this madman plan to do? It wasn't as if his magic trick could actually hurt him, could it? Erik placed the tip of the psi blade onto the metal and pushed down. The blade passed through the metal casing as if it was nothing, but, fortunately for Stewie, Erik has misjudged the distance to cut his small opponent and only grazed the stomach of the boy genius. As Erik prepared to make another slash, the boy retracted his armour and rolled out of the way. He then drew his pistol once again and took a shot at the psychic. This time however, Erik found himself not burning, but frozen solid from he ankles down. He fell over as he tried to balance himself and Stewie laughed at his helpless opponent. Just as Stewie thought he had regained the upper hand, he turned to see that Shay had been fully healed and was ready to fight, accompanied by the healer who had joined the fray not long before. Erik watched impatiently at the three, hacking at the ice with Mageslayer, hoping to break free and rejoin the fight soon.
Quote:753 words. Erik used psi chakram, psi blades and Mageslayer. Stewie used both settings if his laser pistol, his flamethrower and full metal Stewie. Agnés used healing.