03-28-2017, 01:36 AM
The Sage grunted in frustration as Kuzuru started to put distance between them, picking up speed with an ease that the Sage could only envy. The Sage considered calling for him to wait, but thought better of it as the funeral toll continued to split the silence that suffused the city. The Sage followed the demon around a street corner, and found yet another of the city’s ultraviolent residents. The Sage settled into a ready stance behind Kuzuru as the Demon challenged this newest monstrosity. The burly man in the football jacker advanced slowly still saying nothing in response.
A screaming car drove down the street, colliding solidly with the newcomer and carrying him away down the street. As they passed the Sage caught a glimpse of the leering face of the creature that had been in their own car however long ago.
The black car roared on around the corner and out of sight, leaving the two Primes slightly at a loss as to their next move. Kuzuru looked the Sage, shrugging behind his jackal mask. It was odd that that the Haunter had attacked the chicken masked warrior, as it seemed to be preparing to attack. The actions of the Haunter seemed at odds with its previous objective of killing them, unless…
“That’s the dreamer.” The Sage stated suddenly, breaking into a run after the speeding vehicle. Kuzuru following quickly. They raced through deserted streets, following the black trail the screeching tires left on the road. Up ahead there was a loud crash, and the Sage grit his teeth, redoubling his efforts. He may have been unfamiliar with the exact nature of this astral dimension, but he was quite certain if the dreamer were to die here it would bode poorly for their own chances of survival.
Up ahead he could see the wreckage, the haunted dreamer's body was a bloody heap in the skeletal flames of the vehicle. The Haunter leered at the primes’ arrival, dissipating away from Kuzuru’s blade as the demon rushed forward. The Sage pulled the wounded man away from the wreckage, assessing his injuries, they were many and severe. The Sage looked down, noting his own ink-like blood that was knitting together the shrapnel lodged in his stomach. He reached down, wincing slightly as he pulled free some of the ink.
Behind him, Kuzuru noted the approach of several of the demonic processors from before, movin unnaturally over floors and walls alike, masks predatory and leering. “Yo, Bookworm! We’ve got trouble!” he called, dropping into a ready stance.
“Then deal with them!” The Sage shouted back, administering the ink to some of the larger injuries. It seemed slower on another person, but the ink still did its job, snaking through the bloody woods like thread, sewing the split flesh together. He had to focus, the couldn’t lose the dreamer now. “I’m a bit preoccupied right now!”
“Yeah easy for you to say.” Kuzuru grumbled, gritting his teeth in defiance as the black mass of creatures drew closer.
A screaming car drove down the street, colliding solidly with the newcomer and carrying him away down the street. As they passed the Sage caught a glimpse of the leering face of the creature that had been in their own car however long ago.
The black car roared on around the corner and out of sight, leaving the two Primes slightly at a loss as to their next move. Kuzuru looked the Sage, shrugging behind his jackal mask. It was odd that that the Haunter had attacked the chicken masked warrior, as it seemed to be preparing to attack. The actions of the Haunter seemed at odds with its previous objective of killing them, unless…
“That’s the dreamer.” The Sage stated suddenly, breaking into a run after the speeding vehicle. Kuzuru following quickly. They raced through deserted streets, following the black trail the screeching tires left on the road. Up ahead there was a loud crash, and the Sage grit his teeth, redoubling his efforts. He may have been unfamiliar with the exact nature of this astral dimension, but he was quite certain if the dreamer were to die here it would bode poorly for their own chances of survival.
Up ahead he could see the wreckage, the haunted dreamer's body was a bloody heap in the skeletal flames of the vehicle. The Haunter leered at the primes’ arrival, dissipating away from Kuzuru’s blade as the demon rushed forward. The Sage pulled the wounded man away from the wreckage, assessing his injuries, they were many and severe. The Sage looked down, noting his own ink-like blood that was knitting together the shrapnel lodged in his stomach. He reached down, wincing slightly as he pulled free some of the ink.
Behind him, Kuzuru noted the approach of several of the demonic processors from before, movin unnaturally over floors and walls alike, masks predatory and leering. “Yo, Bookworm! We’ve got trouble!” he called, dropping into a ready stance.
“Then deal with them!” The Sage shouted back, administering the ink to some of the larger injuries. It seemed slower on another person, but the ink still did its job, snaking through the bloody woods like thread, sewing the split flesh together. He had to focus, the couldn’t lose the dreamer now. “I’m a bit preoccupied right now!”
“Yeah easy for you to say.” Kuzuru grumbled, gritting his teeth in defiance as the black mass of creatures drew closer.
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