06-18-2017, 08:31 AM
This fight was getting too obnoxious to tolerate.
In his frustration, some amount of the Hollow bled free into his instinct. Dante remembered tearing himself free, pursuing the fairies violently, and something about poor fashion. In the next instant, a mighty spell assaulted him at full power, and Tony promptly went berserk. The son of Sparda allowed his devil half to explode like a devastating grenade, raw magic obliterating the immediate area and sending the blue girl flying. An eye for an eye, as it were.
The embedded icicles destroyed in the blast, Dante found himself standing tall with a new swath of wounds. He had been about to finish the job when a buckler smashed into his face.
When the devil hunter recovered from his momentary stupor, he found his nose turned crooked. Dante's first thought was to snap it back into place with a painful pop, sticky blood leaking from his damaged nostrils. His second thought went somewhere along the lines of, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" The third thought make him look towards the new perpetrator, a plain-looking warrior straight out of the dark ages.
Poor Tony Redgrave truly did try to keep his cool, god knows he did, but he had never felt quite so disrespected as he did in these moments. There was no way in all the hells we would afford to lose to another batch of self-righteous sorcerers and the mental patient that had decided to help them.
If they ended up dying a terrible death, that was their own damn fault.
The red-clad gunslinger summoned all his strength and pushed himself up. Slamming two new magazines into the handguns, he saw he was already too late to stop the next incantation from the stupid fire fairy. Dante didn't care- he shouldn't need to care. He took the aggression as best as he could, trying and horribly failing to hold off the flying frosty girl. Two icicles and a staff to the head wouldn't knock him down, but two more icicles and the staff's stupid owner did so instead.
The girls just kept giggling, kept laughing at his misfortune like masochistic little children. Fine, then. If they wanted to play with fire, they would get burnt.
Dante erupted with destructive magic once again, scarlet life pouring from his wounds again as the devil within took shape. A carapace of brimstone and infernal flesh, topped off by glowing eyes of coal. The surge of power threw him upright, standing proud in surely the most horrifying thing these girl had yet seen today.
The demon whirled around, sights trained on the downed fire girl. She sputtered and tried to pull herself away, but Dante vigorously slammed an open hand into her neck, claws seizing around the valuable skin. He lifted the lady up firmly and rammed a gauntlet right into her chest. The sickening crunch of bones buckling could be felt as well as they could be heard. Another punch came from the devil, rearing sadistically into the fairy knowing that she was helpless to resist without breath in her lungs.
Die-!
The mistress of the lake beheld this with shock and horror as the last traces of Lunatic Time wore off. "No! Clownpiece-!" The ice fairy cried out in fear for her friend's life, and the demon took notice.
Before another hail bomb could be formed, Dante twisted around and pitched the battered body of the clown at her friend. She evaded the projectile by instinct, only to cringe as she heard Clownpiece crash into another of the long-lost houses. The ice fairy chucked the finished bomb at the infernal beast in revenge, and he jumped over it in response. In the hang-time, she witnessed a new, larger boomstick being pulled from behind his back, and her yet-superior let her evade the ensuing blast of pellets.
The rage of the battle was starting to wear on the two. The demon's landed hard and roughly, his ichor flowing rampant, boiling on his red-hot carapace. His breathless, reverberating voice inhaled the disgusting fumes by the masses. The ice mistress felt as if she had used a well's worth of ice already, and couldn't be sure how much longer she could keep it up.
Dante raised the shotgun, cocking it firmly. The frosty girl starting moving again, as fast as she could manage, avoiding the explosive clouds of shrapnel. One, two, three bursts erupted from the smoking barrel, as the fairy dodged, weaved, and ducked behind a building. The devil came in hot pursuit, death glowing in his eyes.
"Enough, demon!" Cirno roared, lunging forward with a new icicle bomb in her hands. She shoved it into Dante's chest, as he pulled the trigger of Terminator in retaliation. Both explosions rang out in a symphony of destruction.
In his frustration, some amount of the Hollow bled free into his instinct. Dante remembered tearing himself free, pursuing the fairies violently, and something about poor fashion. In the next instant, a mighty spell assaulted him at full power, and Tony promptly went berserk. The son of Sparda allowed his devil half to explode like a devastating grenade, raw magic obliterating the immediate area and sending the blue girl flying. An eye for an eye, as it were.
The embedded icicles destroyed in the blast, Dante found himself standing tall with a new swath of wounds. He had been about to finish the job when a buckler smashed into his face.
When the devil hunter recovered from his momentary stupor, he found his nose turned crooked. Dante's first thought was to snap it back into place with a painful pop, sticky blood leaking from his damaged nostrils. His second thought went somewhere along the lines of, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" The third thought make him look towards the new perpetrator, a plain-looking warrior straight out of the dark ages.
Poor Tony Redgrave truly did try to keep his cool, god knows he did, but he had never felt quite so disrespected as he did in these moments. There was no way in all the hells we would afford to lose to another batch of self-righteous sorcerers and the mental patient that had decided to help them.
If they ended up dying a terrible death, that was their own damn fault.
The red-clad gunslinger summoned all his strength and pushed himself up. Slamming two new magazines into the handguns, he saw he was already too late to stop the next incantation from the stupid fire fairy. Dante didn't care- he shouldn't need to care. He took the aggression as best as he could, trying and horribly failing to hold off the flying frosty girl. Two icicles and a staff to the head wouldn't knock him down, but two more icicles and the staff's stupid owner did so instead.
The girls just kept giggling, kept laughing at his misfortune like masochistic little children. Fine, then. If they wanted to play with fire, they would get burnt.
Dante erupted with destructive magic once again, scarlet life pouring from his wounds again as the devil within took shape. A carapace of brimstone and infernal flesh, topped off by glowing eyes of coal. The surge of power threw him upright, standing proud in surely the most horrifying thing these girl had yet seen today.
The demon whirled around, sights trained on the downed fire girl. She sputtered and tried to pull herself away, but Dante vigorously slammed an open hand into her neck, claws seizing around the valuable skin. He lifted the lady up firmly and rammed a gauntlet right into her chest. The sickening crunch of bones buckling could be felt as well as they could be heard. Another punch came from the devil, rearing sadistically into the fairy knowing that she was helpless to resist without breath in her lungs.
Die-!
The mistress of the lake beheld this with shock and horror as the last traces of Lunatic Time wore off. "No! Clownpiece-!" The ice fairy cried out in fear for her friend's life, and the demon took notice.
Before another hail bomb could be formed, Dante twisted around and pitched the battered body of the clown at her friend. She evaded the projectile by instinct, only to cringe as she heard Clownpiece crash into another of the long-lost houses. The ice fairy chucked the finished bomb at the infernal beast in revenge, and he jumped over it in response. In the hang-time, she witnessed a new, larger boomstick being pulled from behind his back, and her yet-superior let her evade the ensuing blast of pellets.
The rage of the battle was starting to wear on the two. The demon's landed hard and roughly, his ichor flowing rampant, boiling on his red-hot carapace. His breathless, reverberating voice inhaled the disgusting fumes by the masses. The ice mistress felt as if she had used a well's worth of ice already, and couldn't be sure how much longer she could keep it up.
Dante raised the shotgun, cocking it firmly. The frosty girl starting moving again, as fast as she could manage, avoiding the explosive clouds of shrapnel. One, two, three bursts erupted from the smoking barrel, as the fairy dodged, weaved, and ducked behind a building. The devil came in hot pursuit, death glowing in his eyes.
"Enough, demon!" Cirno roared, lunging forward with a new icicle bomb in her hands. She shoved it into Dante's chest, as he pulled the trigger of Terminator in retaliation. Both explosions rang out in a symphony of destruction.
Quote:800 words exact, according to Wordcounter.net
Dante used Devil Trigger Explosion (T1 Super Attack) back in retaliation to Cirno's Icicle Fall [4/5 SP]
- Both attacks went through for full damage
Dante used Devil Trigger (T1 Power-Up) for this post. [3/5 SP]
- STR: 6, DEF: 5, SPD: 3, TEC: 3
Dante used Gilgamesh and Terminator [and Ebony & Ivory, as part of a previous post]
Cirno used Icicle Bomb [and Icicle Attack, as part of a previous post]
Clownpiece used Lampad's Torch [as part of a previous post]