11-17-2015, 01:48 PM
A bright, violet-tinged firestorm erupted from Magus, engulfing him and Dante. The wizard maintained his vicious headlock as the searing fire roiled out in a glowing, ravenous sphere of hungry energy, burning all that it touched.
Dante, caught at the blast’s epicenter, screamed and struggled, but Magus held fast, squeezing his arm around the devil hunter’s neck tight. The mercenary’s flesh burned, melted, cracked, and peeled from his body, blistering and twisting under the intense heat of Magus’ mage-flame.
But the twisting and defiling of his flesh wasn’t wholly due to the flames that whipped around them, scouring at his flesh. Magus quickly realized that the man in his grip was… mutating. There was a flash of strange, arcane motes, not unlike the ones Magus was intimately familiar with, but they reflected symbols unknown to the dark wizard.
In a flash, Dante had become some kind of terrible beast, having embraced his demonic blood that ignited his profane Devil Trigger. With a guttural, inhuman roar, Dante jerked up, smashing his armored dome into Magus’ chin, breaking his hold and sending him reeling.
The conflagration that swirled around them suddenly withdrew onto Magus’ flesh, still dancing on him. They remained in the center of a raging inferno, as half the block had been ignited by Magus’ great and terrible anger, but the monster before him no longer burned.
The thing that Dante had become raised its sword and lunged at Magus, swinging its blade to cleave him in two. The Fiendlord narrowly leapt over the attack, landing behind the creature and breaking into a run.
He raced into a burning building; a store dedicated to fancy clothing. Fur coats and hats, silk gloves, gold and silver jewelry. What wasn’t on fire glittered attractively, as though in an attempt to delay Magus from navigating through the collapsing halls.
The vampiric-looking man darted out the other side of the building and pounded down an alley, just as the monster chasing him smashed through the wall directly behind him. It charged, blade at the ready, quickly eating up the distance between them.
Magus looked back and flung a quick Gloom bolt at the creature, who made no effort to evade it, taking the blast right in the face without so much as a flinch. Instead, the monster leapt through the air, over his head, and crashed down in front of him, cutting off his escape.
“Why’re you running??” it demanded, before leaping in with a flying knee that doubled Magus over. Dante followed up by driving the pommel of his sword down into the back of the mage’s head, before catching him with a rising swipe of his blade.
Luckily, the blade caught most of Magus’ body at once, and instead of slicing him in half, it instead scooped him up and hurled him through the air. Unfortunately for Magus, Dante followed up again, leaping after him and carving into his flesh with a downward swipe which launched him into the ground.
Magus rolled over onto his back, a huge, savage gash across his chest, snaking down across his torso to his hip. “Ha!” he coughed through his forced laugh. He knew he was beaten, unless he could find some wedge to turn the tide. “Some parlour trick. From pathetic pretty-boy to big, scary monster.”
“That’s how you want to go out? I’ve met children who could produce an insult more scathing.”
“Yeah?” Magus grinned, even as his life force ebbed out of his wound. “Tell me, do the kids insult you before or after you offer them candy and a ride on your ‘demon horn’?”
Dante said nothing, instead raising his blade for the killing blow. He swung his weapon down, just as Magus revealed the charged bolt of Gloom he’d been hiding. With a roar of effort, he blasted Dante’s sword hand, causing him to lose his grip on his weapon.
Rebellion tumbled through the air and clattered to the ground out of reach. Rather than step over Magus to get it, Dante drove a brutal kick to his ribs, before straddling him and squatting down to deliver punch after punch to the face of the suddenly defenseless wizard. A thick Miasma befell them, but it wasn’t doing Magus any good.
Dante’s spiked knuckles literally chewed Magus’ flesh to the bone, sloughing off skin in disgusting, bloody flaps to reveal the ivory beneath.
Magus struggled, knowing if he didn’t act soon, he would die on this street.
Dante, caught at the blast’s epicenter, screamed and struggled, but Magus held fast, squeezing his arm around the devil hunter’s neck tight. The mercenary’s flesh burned, melted, cracked, and peeled from his body, blistering and twisting under the intense heat of Magus’ mage-flame.
But the twisting and defiling of his flesh wasn’t wholly due to the flames that whipped around them, scouring at his flesh. Magus quickly realized that the man in his grip was… mutating. There was a flash of strange, arcane motes, not unlike the ones Magus was intimately familiar with, but they reflected symbols unknown to the dark wizard.
In a flash, Dante had become some kind of terrible beast, having embraced his demonic blood that ignited his profane Devil Trigger. With a guttural, inhuman roar, Dante jerked up, smashing his armored dome into Magus’ chin, breaking his hold and sending him reeling.
The conflagration that swirled around them suddenly withdrew onto Magus’ flesh, still dancing on him. They remained in the center of a raging inferno, as half the block had been ignited by Magus’ great and terrible anger, but the monster before him no longer burned.
The thing that Dante had become raised its sword and lunged at Magus, swinging its blade to cleave him in two. The Fiendlord narrowly leapt over the attack, landing behind the creature and breaking into a run.
He raced into a burning building; a store dedicated to fancy clothing. Fur coats and hats, silk gloves, gold and silver jewelry. What wasn’t on fire glittered attractively, as though in an attempt to delay Magus from navigating through the collapsing halls.
The vampiric-looking man darted out the other side of the building and pounded down an alley, just as the monster chasing him smashed through the wall directly behind him. It charged, blade at the ready, quickly eating up the distance between them.
Magus looked back and flung a quick Gloom bolt at the creature, who made no effort to evade it, taking the blast right in the face without so much as a flinch. Instead, the monster leapt through the air, over his head, and crashed down in front of him, cutting off his escape.
“Why’re you running??” it demanded, before leaping in with a flying knee that doubled Magus over. Dante followed up by driving the pommel of his sword down into the back of the mage’s head, before catching him with a rising swipe of his blade.
Luckily, the blade caught most of Magus’ body at once, and instead of slicing him in half, it instead scooped him up and hurled him through the air. Unfortunately for Magus, Dante followed up again, leaping after him and carving into his flesh with a downward swipe which launched him into the ground.
Magus rolled over onto his back, a huge, savage gash across his chest, snaking down across his torso to his hip. “Ha!” he coughed through his forced laugh. He knew he was beaten, unless he could find some wedge to turn the tide. “Some parlour trick. From pathetic pretty-boy to big, scary monster.”
“That’s how you want to go out? I’ve met children who could produce an insult more scathing.”
“Yeah?” Magus grinned, even as his life force ebbed out of his wound. “Tell me, do the kids insult you before or after you offer them candy and a ride on your ‘demon horn’?”
Dante said nothing, instead raising his blade for the killing blow. He swung his weapon down, just as Magus revealed the charged bolt of Gloom he’d been hiding. With a roar of effort, he blasted Dante’s sword hand, causing him to lose his grip on his weapon.
Rebellion tumbled through the air and clattered to the ground out of reach. Rather than step over Magus to get it, Dante drove a brutal kick to his ribs, before straddling him and squatting down to deliver punch after punch to the face of the suddenly defenseless wizard. A thick Miasma befell them, but it wasn’t doing Magus any good.
Dante’s spiked knuckles literally chewed Magus’ flesh to the bone, sloughing off skin in disgusting, bloody flaps to reveal the ivory beneath.
Magus struggled, knowing if he didn’t act soon, he would die on this street.
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