03-13-2015, 10:20 AM
'Crona' and Jon stood before Sivo. The Daemon drew a blade, waving it around in what it interpreted as a display of skill. The creature had evidently not been in the reality long, if it thought such moves would intimidate him. Nonetheless, its ability to move such a weapon was a testament to its unholy vitality. The foul being seemed energized by the prospect of violence. Jon, however, was the more dangerous combatant. He had refrained from drawing his blade, and remained in a state of tension. Such discipline and skill would be admirable, had it not been displayed in his foe. His brother remained to the side, evidently unarmed. Once this purge was completed, they would have to talk. The newcomer babbled nonsense, but that was inconsequential. Of immediate concern were the opposing combatants. Let the purgation of Coruscant commence.
Sivo's few remaining muscles tensed, along with the cables and wiring running through his augmentics. The tines extended from his body alighted with an emerald glow, as he expelled a blast of energy from his bionic hand, aiming to separate the two combatants, leaving them vulnerable. The psychological impact it may have on Jon Curious paternal instincts. Possibly a compensation? "By the pulse of the world, does yours end." Arcs of green energy ravaged the ground, and the two combatants were illuminated by the power flooding from Sivo as it wracked their bodies. Jon twisted in the electric maelstrom, bolts of electricity shooting up and down his flesh, leaving scorch marks across his skin, and contact burns where he grasped his blade. Frustratingly, he had managed to evade the worst of it.. Sivo hissed a burst of scrapcode in annoyance as he looked upon 'Crona'. The Daemon had been in the tempest of energy Sivo had unleashed, but stood largely intact, seeming more annoyed than anything else The Daemon knows only how to destroy and corrupt. Expect it to be adept at doing so.. Sivo hauled himself from the turret hatch of the Chimera, grabbing his lascarbine, and taking up a position of its roof. Sivo let off a round, scorching the rockcrete near 'Crona', as the crowds of panicked civilians began to scream and flee from the unfolding battle. "You shall be cast back into hell, Daemon." Sivo issued from his Vox-Grille. "The Thirty Four Thousand, Two Hundred, and Eighty Seven souls your ilk consumed aboard The Aquilline will be avenged." His crimson robes swept around him in the breeze, as he pushed his hood back, in order to optimize his vision. His steel-plated visage gazed out at the Daemon and its companion, as they began to plot their next attack. Lumien reserves depleted. Chance of victory: 32.915%. Sivo dismissed the warning. The Omnissiah was with him, and the others had nothing more than metal blades. His faith was strong, as was the steel coating his body. Litanies to the Machine God ran through his head, fortifying his resolve. The Daemon would die here. Its abused mortal shell would be burnt to ashes, and Jon would be dealt with by the local arbites. After all, how could they not side with the holy messenger of the Omnissiah? Was this not the sole bastion of the Imperium of Man in this demented Daemon's playground?
[spoiler]Luminien reserves depleted. 20 Seconds until Ferric Repulsion expires.[/spoiler]
Sivo's few remaining muscles tensed, along with the cables and wiring running through his augmentics. The tines extended from his body alighted with an emerald glow, as he expelled a blast of energy from his bionic hand, aiming to separate the two combatants, leaving them vulnerable. The psychological impact it may have on Jon Curious paternal instincts. Possibly a compensation? "By the pulse of the world, does yours end." Arcs of green energy ravaged the ground, and the two combatants were illuminated by the power flooding from Sivo as it wracked their bodies. Jon twisted in the electric maelstrom, bolts of electricity shooting up and down his flesh, leaving scorch marks across his skin, and contact burns where he grasped his blade. Frustratingly, he had managed to evade the worst of it.. Sivo hissed a burst of scrapcode in annoyance as he looked upon 'Crona'. The Daemon had been in the tempest of energy Sivo had unleashed, but stood largely intact, seeming more annoyed than anything else The Daemon knows only how to destroy and corrupt. Expect it to be adept at doing so.. Sivo hauled himself from the turret hatch of the Chimera, grabbing his lascarbine, and taking up a position of its roof. Sivo let off a round, scorching the rockcrete near 'Crona', as the crowds of panicked civilians began to scream and flee from the unfolding battle. "You shall be cast back into hell, Daemon." Sivo issued from his Vox-Grille. "The Thirty Four Thousand, Two Hundred, and Eighty Seven souls your ilk consumed aboard The Aquilline will be avenged." His crimson robes swept around him in the breeze, as he pushed his hood back, in order to optimize his vision. His steel-plated visage gazed out at the Daemon and its companion, as they began to plot their next attack. Lumien reserves depleted. Chance of victory: 32.915%. Sivo dismissed the warning. The Omnissiah was with him, and the others had nothing more than metal blades. His faith was strong, as was the steel coating his body. Litanies to the Machine God ran through his head, fortifying his resolve. The Daemon would die here. Its abused mortal shell would be burnt to ashes, and Jon would be dealt with by the local arbites. After all, how could they not side with the holy messenger of the Omnissiah? Was this not the sole bastion of the Imperium of Man in this demented Daemon's playground?
[spoiler]Luminien reserves depleted. 20 Seconds until Ferric Repulsion expires.[/spoiler]
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.