04-28-2016, 02:28 AM
"Well then, whoever wants you dead... doesn't realize how powerful the two of us are."
Dante couldn't help but smirk at those words, a fleeting display of his former nature that Jak would never notice. Becoming a Prime had taken the devil hunter nearly back to square one with the sudden loss of power- but that didn't mean much when he proved naturally the strongest (and only) of their kind.
With no more hesitation, the Hell Prides let loose their deathly cries at various pitches, as if to announced their attack and their enemies' fate. A pair of gunshots pierced the atmosphere, deftly muting one of the wailing maws into a pained choke. Heedless of their kin disintegrating into sand with its death, the reapers all lurched forward and hefted their scythes to run the two mercenaries through. The dynamic duo broke pose, the blasts of their firearms forming a crescendo of destruction against the Hell Prides' symphony of evil. With each bang and every zap, one of the demons' ranks crumbled to dust, and another seemed to replace it.
The beautiful order of the mercenaries' violence quickly devolved as one of the Prides let loose a solid swing that threatened to hack them both up. Forced to break away, Jak and Dante separated to dodge the hum of the slicing blade, only turning back to fill the offending demon with a dozen new holes. But as much as they evaded, there was little space to maneuver that would not be attacked by those reaping weapons, and the pair found themselves at a dangerous impasse.
While Dante had already forgone his handguns to sweep away the waves of demons with Rebellion, Jak let loose a final violent burst from his blaster to buy himself some space to step back. These monsters were only fodder, seeing as how a couple shots from his blaster could take one down, but they held an advantage in overwhelming numbers. He'd already gunned down what felt like a dozen of the shambling freaks, and more just kept pulling themselves out of the shadows. "I guess this just isn't quite gonna cut it," the eco warrior lamented over the handgun as he pocketed it. From over his shoulder, instead, he pulled out a larger firearm comparable to a machine gun, aiming the barrel at the encroaching demons.
The roar of vulcan fury rang out, Jak baring his teeth as the powerful gun began to mow down the opposition with utmost ease. He swiped down his side of the battlefield, the mercenary's only fight now being to control the recoil of his weapon. The pathetic minions were shredded to bits quickly and easily, unable to keep up.
Hearing the satisfactory whiffs of the disintegrating Prides, Dante looked back from the trio of reapers he had just carved up. "I think that's good enough- let's move!" The Son of Sparda insisted, returning his attention forward as he grabbed for the stock of his shotgun.
"Huh?" Jak faltered, the vulcan winding down as its owner looked at his partner, "We're leaving?"
A deafening explosion rang out, buckshot tearing open an alley-sized gap in the demonic horde. As the crumbling remains of the Prides fell away, the path forward was revealed again. "We've got places to be, remember?" Dante declared loudly, spinning the shotgun by its lever, "Unless you [i]really[i] want to stick around."
A glance back at the reforming ranks of Hell Prides, and Jak fast realized that, no, he'd rather not stay in the infinite amassing of demons as long as his ammo was limited. Hefting the vulcan onto his shoulder for the time being, he followed Dante in the sprint through the break in the crowd. The wailing chorus of the sinned souls continued behind them, but the two didn't stop, easily able to outpace the shamblers.
"So," Jak asked in between his panting breaths, "You never did answer my question."
Dante made a simple noise of confusion, head turning to acknowledge his partner running alongside him.
"Who would want you dead, in a place like this?"
"Oh," the half-blood replied. It wasn't that answer was hard, just difficult to explain while they were busy being not overrun by the Seven Hells of the Demon Army. "Can it wait? We're not out of the woods yet."
"What do you mean-" Jak began, but was interrupted by the sight of more demons appearing out of thin air right in front of them. These one were taller and greyer than the fodder they faced before, their thin yet imposing forms able to boast larger scythes. But while the eco warrior had delayed himself at the surprise, Dante only kept going, hoisting his sword forward in anticipation.
Dante couldn't help but smirk at those words, a fleeting display of his former nature that Jak would never notice. Becoming a Prime had taken the devil hunter nearly back to square one with the sudden loss of power- but that didn't mean much when he proved naturally the strongest (and only) of their kind.
With no more hesitation, the Hell Prides let loose their deathly cries at various pitches, as if to announced their attack and their enemies' fate. A pair of gunshots pierced the atmosphere, deftly muting one of the wailing maws into a pained choke. Heedless of their kin disintegrating into sand with its death, the reapers all lurched forward and hefted their scythes to run the two mercenaries through. The dynamic duo broke pose, the blasts of their firearms forming a crescendo of destruction against the Hell Prides' symphony of evil. With each bang and every zap, one of the demons' ranks crumbled to dust, and another seemed to replace it.
The beautiful order of the mercenaries' violence quickly devolved as one of the Prides let loose a solid swing that threatened to hack them both up. Forced to break away, Jak and Dante separated to dodge the hum of the slicing blade, only turning back to fill the offending demon with a dozen new holes. But as much as they evaded, there was little space to maneuver that would not be attacked by those reaping weapons, and the pair found themselves at a dangerous impasse.
While Dante had already forgone his handguns to sweep away the waves of demons with Rebellion, Jak let loose a final violent burst from his blaster to buy himself some space to step back. These monsters were only fodder, seeing as how a couple shots from his blaster could take one down, but they held an advantage in overwhelming numbers. He'd already gunned down what felt like a dozen of the shambling freaks, and more just kept pulling themselves out of the shadows. "I guess this just isn't quite gonna cut it," the eco warrior lamented over the handgun as he pocketed it. From over his shoulder, instead, he pulled out a larger firearm comparable to a machine gun, aiming the barrel at the encroaching demons.
The roar of vulcan fury rang out, Jak baring his teeth as the powerful gun began to mow down the opposition with utmost ease. He swiped down his side of the battlefield, the mercenary's only fight now being to control the recoil of his weapon. The pathetic minions were shredded to bits quickly and easily, unable to keep up.
Hearing the satisfactory whiffs of the disintegrating Prides, Dante looked back from the trio of reapers he had just carved up. "I think that's good enough- let's move!" The Son of Sparda insisted, returning his attention forward as he grabbed for the stock of his shotgun.
"Huh?" Jak faltered, the vulcan winding down as its owner looked at his partner, "We're leaving?"
A deafening explosion rang out, buckshot tearing open an alley-sized gap in the demonic horde. As the crumbling remains of the Prides fell away, the path forward was revealed again. "We've got places to be, remember?" Dante declared loudly, spinning the shotgun by its lever, "Unless you [i]really[i] want to stick around."
A glance back at the reforming ranks of Hell Prides, and Jak fast realized that, no, he'd rather not stay in the infinite amassing of demons as long as his ammo was limited. Hefting the vulcan onto his shoulder for the time being, he followed Dante in the sprint through the break in the crowd. The wailing chorus of the sinned souls continued behind them, but the two didn't stop, easily able to outpace the shamblers.
"So," Jak asked in between his panting breaths, "You never did answer my question."
Dante made a simple noise of confusion, head turning to acknowledge his partner running alongside him.
"Who would want you dead, in a place like this?"
"Oh," the half-blood replied. It wasn't that answer was hard, just difficult to explain while they were busy being not overrun by the Seven Hells of the Demon Army. "Can it wait? We're not out of the woods yet."
"What do you mean-" Jak began, but was interrupted by the sight of more demons appearing out of thin air right in front of them. These one were taller and greyer than the fodder they faced before, their thin yet imposing forms able to boast larger scythes. But while the eco warrior had delayed himself at the surprise, Dante only kept going, hoisting his sword forward in anticipation.