05-03-2017, 08:01 PM
Nisha looked over at Koal as the would-be slaughter took a turn for the worse. Her green eyes looked bored and were filled with an unspoken order.
Deal with this.
Sighing, Koal leap off the platform, both swords drawn, his body tense in anticipation for the battle that would come. He heard the screeches of dying wyverns, and the death rattles of charred raiders. In the air, the smell of cooked flesh and the metallic tang of blood choked everything.
"After everything I've told you, everything I have offered you. A position of power, to be the master of your own fate, and tomboy be subjected to inferior rule. And still you fight for them?!" Doom raised his hands and blasted Koal with an arc of lighting, the Demons blood boiling and his skin darkening in places. Then Koal heard something that made him smile.
The lock on his collar had broken. As he came to that realization, his entire demeanor changed. It was almost as if his whole body relaxed, a sinister smirk appeared on his face, and a slight aura of pure hate emanated off of him. Ripping the infernal piece of tech off, he lazily dropped it to the ground and looked up at Nisha, who's eyes widened considerably. Koal dragged his gaze sideways to Doom, who looked confused before realization sparked in his dark eyes.
"Doom, electricity will fry the mechanisms of the collar. They cannot control us."
And with those words, Koal's eyes darkened to a pitch black; not even the whites of his eyes remained. The Demon was loose.
And it hungered for blood.
A nearby raider, who had watched in horrified fascination tried to run, but was tackled and Koal wrenched his head back and before he bit the man's throat out, he saw the resigned look bloom into life in his eyes. The death of hope. With a feral snarl, Lynch bit down, fangs shredding the man's jugular and drowning his scream. He then was smacked aside by a familiar strength.
Nisha, decked out in full combat armor, stood over the body, a bloodied mace in her hand.
"Time to put you down like the animal you are, slave."
Koals only response was a snarl.
He and Nisha charged one another, clashing together in the middle. By now, the blind rage had abandoned Koal, but the eve present edges that laid proof of its existence remained. He was still angry, but it was honed, like a red hot knife. He threw a punch, his armored fist colliding with her jaw, send her reeling before she quickly recovered. As she cleared the ringing from her head, Koal looked at Doom, his eyes wild with excitement. Doom felt a slight amount of apprehension enter his mind as he regarded the man with cautious interest.
"What're you waiting for?!"
Those words galvanized Doom to action. To fight and see who would become Heir to the Ash.
Deal with this.
Sighing, Koal leap off the platform, both swords drawn, his body tense in anticipation for the battle that would come. He heard the screeches of dying wyverns, and the death rattles of charred raiders. In the air, the smell of cooked flesh and the metallic tang of blood choked everything.
"After everything I've told you, everything I have offered you. A position of power, to be the master of your own fate, and tomboy be subjected to inferior rule. And still you fight for them?!" Doom raised his hands and blasted Koal with an arc of lighting, the Demons blood boiling and his skin darkening in places. Then Koal heard something that made him smile.
The lock on his collar had broken. As he came to that realization, his entire demeanor changed. It was almost as if his whole body relaxed, a sinister smirk appeared on his face, and a slight aura of pure hate emanated off of him. Ripping the infernal piece of tech off, he lazily dropped it to the ground and looked up at Nisha, who's eyes widened considerably. Koal dragged his gaze sideways to Doom, who looked confused before realization sparked in his dark eyes.
"Doom, electricity will fry the mechanisms of the collar. They cannot control us."
And with those words, Koal's eyes darkened to a pitch black; not even the whites of his eyes remained. The Demon was loose.
And it hungered for blood.
A nearby raider, who had watched in horrified fascination tried to run, but was tackled and Koal wrenched his head back and before he bit the man's throat out, he saw the resigned look bloom into life in his eyes. The death of hope. With a feral snarl, Lynch bit down, fangs shredding the man's jugular and drowning his scream. He then was smacked aside by a familiar strength.
Nisha, decked out in full combat armor, stood over the body, a bloodied mace in her hand.
"Time to put you down like the animal you are, slave."
Koals only response was a snarl.
He and Nisha charged one another, clashing together in the middle. By now, the blind rage had abandoned Koal, but the eve present edges that laid proof of its existence remained. He was still angry, but it was honed, like a red hot knife. He threw a punch, his armored fist colliding with her jaw, send her reeling before she quickly recovered. As she cleared the ringing from her head, Koal looked at Doom, his eyes wild with excitement. Doom felt a slight amount of apprehension enter his mind as he regarded the man with cautious interest.
"What're you waiting for?!"
Those words galvanized Doom to action. To fight and see who would become Heir to the Ash.
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables