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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 25, 2011 23:03:51 GMT -5
Exion walked to their 'line' Alex had forced his way back to them as well. The Ajerian removed his silver mask and his snakelike face looked over the field at the readvancing numbers, "It can take Cyris anywhere from a few hours to a day to get here. I'm guessing she left shortly after us, we can hold out for maybe thirty minutes before we're surrounded and out classed."
For a moment Exion looked toward Alex who had his usual blank face on. Alex nodded his head and Exion looked back over the group even more steady now. "We stand now, and die later." Exion moved forward toward the rushing crowd alone for the moment, fearless, just as he once did against the Ysabellian army when they assaulted his castle a couple thousand years ago. This is what settled him as the true King of the Ajerians.
Alex joined his side as he was commanded. The Abyss suddenly stopped moving forward and stood in a perfect line. The crowd began to part as the massive beast came forward, Berith.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 25, 2011 23:28:52 GMT -5
The next thing anyone would feel would be a rush of wind as a black and red blur zipped past Amoura and Sasha and landed just behind Alex and Yion, Daikus stood in full on Devil Trigger before shifting back to his human form, Vetis' Katana in hand as he called out to Alex. "Hey Alex, Think fast." He responded tossing the Katana to him. "Gift from a dead monk." He himself was barring a new weapon on his back, the hilt was metal and skeletal, a Demon's skull on the back while the front held a humans skull and the sword was almost as big as him.
He pulled out his guns only to reaslize they had been fucked up during the fight between Syrun and Vetis. "Those motherfuckers..." He tossed the guns aside and pulled Rebellion out of the sheath then Coyote-A from his back. "Let's get this shit started..." And then Berith cut through the ranks and ended up staring them down. "Well fuck me..." It was then that he noticed the aura of Berith. Only one thing came to his mind... "Fuck me sideways..."
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Post by Maricul on Jan 26, 2011 0:37:21 GMT -5
Maricul made her way to Exion and Alex, choosing to stand with the Ajerian on this day as now the behemoth Berith joined the field. Things were about to get serious and make the earlier attack with the sword wielding dragon look like child play as she drew the 11mm Blessing to join the Bloodlust. It was a shame she didn't get to battle the dragon.
"So this is Berith."
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Post by Demetrios on Jan 26, 2011 13:49:18 GMT -5
Asmodion smiled grimly, satisfied with his superior's response. He deferred to Exion's seniority in all such situations, though his own opinion was requested as often as not. As the Ajerian King rushed forward to meet the advancing Abyss troops, three others going forth with him, Asmodion snapped his fingers again and the wall of stone sank back into the ground - to reveal silent, perfectly formed ranks of soldiers, with a familiar titan standing at the fore.
"Berith," the spellweaver muttered. The situation had changed with the Grand Duke on the field, but the odds were not yet stacked too heavily against the city's defenders. Berith would no doubt keep his troops in line while he finished the job personally, and that placed him at a disadvantage, for he stood alone against the six gathered champions of Jerico. All the same, he now served as the second in command of the entire Abyss army; he was not to be underestimated by any stretch of the imagination.
"This is their commander?" Demetrios asked, stepping forth to take the field alongside the others.
"Grand Duke Berith," Asmodion answered, moving to stand behind and to the right of Exion. "The Shackled Lord's new right hand."
"Is that so?" Demetrios stood side on, Dreadtalon held firmly in his right hand. His eyes narrowed within the darkness of his helm, their ethereal glow flaring momentarily. "Looks like he might actually present a challenge..."
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Post by Sasha/ Amoura on Jan 26, 2011 18:10:02 GMT -5
"Fuck, this is getting good!" Amoura stated, mouth full of popcorn and beef jerky. Hey, a girl's godda eat! "Now I'm glad I didn't stay home and watch re-runs of that fuckin' soap opera. What was it called again, kid?"
"Daaaaaays of Our--shinyyyyy..." Sasha was still distracted by the rainbow goggles and didn't seem that interested in a conversation at the moment.
"It's so stupid but entertaining at the same time. This, on the other hand, is not stupid and pure enter--THE FUCK?!" Amoura fell a long distance before regaining herself, as did Sasha; she still had the goggles on and Amoura had lost her popcorn. Damn.
"That moth--oh. Ooooh. Another player has arrived onto the battlefield!"
"Suuuuuure you don't wanna jump in?"
"Positive, now keep chasing those rainbows and shinies."
"SHINY!"
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Post by World Master on Jan 26, 2011 18:33:45 GMT -5
The Grand Duke of the Abyss army looked onward to the crowd of Ajerians and Vampire. The beast of the Abyss removed his helmet showing his face, scarred with time, ghost white, black pupils, what was a once the face of humanity was long ago lost to demonic powers. The Knights and Assassins behind him were geared for war and could give any of them trouble at this point. They were the elites of the Abyss, "Exion Ajerian, prophet of the L' Elghinyrr, false king of the L' Elghinyrr's.
"If I recall you were bluntly overshadowed by Arix. Soon the L' Elghinyrr ceased to follow you. But today, I will remind you why Arix was your superior. I Berith Faion." He replaced his helmet and turned back to the crowd and marched through them. "Kill them!" The ranks swelled suddenly and forced forward toward the small crowd of people. The Assassins came first throwing smoke grenades forward blocking out the vision of their foes, the knights were behind them, followed by the grunts.
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 26, 2011 18:56:29 GMT -5
"Kill as many as you can before you die!" Exion yelled out and he took lead running forward into the smoke. As he did several yells played out into the air like music. Alex pushed into the smoke as well. He didn't have the same effect as Exion, instead he found himself on the defense blocking several attacks in a matter of seconds getting only one kill off in the midst of the slaught.
Alex only hoped Cyris would be getting there soon. At the rate this was going they would find themselves in a jam soon, it only was a matter of time before the Abyss circled them on all sides cutting off escape routes. He saw Exion just off to his left by a short distance bounce from a knights shield and decapitate an Assassin in one movement. He was airborne above the fog staring down at the crowd.
"This is madness."
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Jan 26, 2011 19:01:52 GMT -5
Said Abyss were going to have a hard time circling the Ajerian members. Familiars crashed into the fog and gore spilled on the outside edge of it. Body parts and howls, screams of terror, the Spokesman of Insanity had arrived in due time. He walked beside Maricul and looked at her with a grim look, "Good to see you're not still sitting in that cave licking your wounds like a pup."
He didn't give her much room to reply as he walked forward into the fog and pulled began the skull fuckery that he was known for. You could tell when he got ahold of someone by the sound of his armored knee fucking away at someones eyesocket. It was a glorious day to die, sadly, none but the Abyss would perish in this skirmish. Jerico was Legion territory, and the Abyss were stepping on his toes now.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 26, 2011 19:02:28 GMT -5
"Hey assholes, If you're gonna make a Ranka clone... Give him the right equipment next time. Like this!" A head left Daikus' hand and landed close to the front line's feet. Daikus pulled from his pocket a cylindrical device, a plunger for something. What, would be anwsered by the wall of fire and molten silver spikes that shot from the head and consumed most of the soldiers if not all that stood within a fifteen foot range of the head. It was one of his mentors most feared weapons, an HHG grenade.
The force of the explosion was also enough to part the smoke slightly, giving a bit more visibility as Daikus too launched himself into the onslaught. As he rushed in he ran past Alucard, pausing for a moment before stabbing Rebellion through a soldier's gut. "I swear to god... If there's a Dante in this world too... I'm finding him and kicking his ass!"
He spoke to no one in particular as he ripped Rebellion out through the left of the soldier and in a rough uppercut it the blade, also known as a high time, cleaved a soldier from the crotch up. What a shitty way to die...
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Post by Maricul on Jan 26, 2011 19:30:46 GMT -5
Maricul didn't exactly find Exion opening line to be very positive as she aimed both weapons at the Abyss onslaught. That was when she felt something dark and familiar, oh speaking of familiar; familiars came from nowhere and started attacking. Before The Serpent knew it the Spokesman himself was beside her, finding time to take a cheap shot at her even in the middle of a hellish battle.
"Asshole."
She mumbled the word as by then the man was too far gone to hear it, if he even cared if he did. As the silver haired man performed a move that reminded her of The Blind Assassin she was finding her mood becoming less and less great and decided to direct it to the Abyss. Maricul unloaded upon the Abyss enemies with her weapons. 9mm and 11mm flying through the air, some changing trajectory at the last minute to catch their targets off guard before coming at them again picking them off.
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Post by Demetrios on Jan 27, 2011 13:22:26 GMT -5
Such a characteristically grim command; but Asmodion knew full well that this apparent resignation to defeat only meant that Exion had drawn his personal line in the sand. Only when the stakes were so high did the King of the Ajerians truly prove his dominance...
Berith had been very wise to stay away from the front line.
While the rest of his companions charged forth into battle, Asmodion stepped back. A disc of blue energy formed beneath his feet, opening onto a whirling void of darkness. The spellweaver sank into the portal and vanished from sight, seeking out high ground from which to bring forth his due share of wrath.
Demetrios, as could be expected, was second to clash with the Abyss hordes behind Exion. The Assassin that met him tried to deadlock his sword and was instead smashed into the ground by the demon's gargantuan strength. The warrior ripped his blade down across the soldier's torso, its wicked teeth ripping mercilessly into the Assassin's flesh and reducing his howl of pain to a miserable death rattle.
Demetrios raised his gaze to his next opponent just in time to cross blades, but this one was ready and wasted no time in unleashing a flurry of swift thrusts and feints. The demon was kept largely on the defensive until he found and opening and lunged forward into the second Assassin's range, roughly grabbing his weapon hand and snapping his wrist with an abrupt squeeze. Disarmed, the Assassin could not defend himself; Demetrios promptly impaled him on Dreadtalon's cruel blade and tossed him aside, then turned his attention to the next soldier to come forth.
There were simply too many of them, he'd realised. He was putting himself in danger of a flanking attack with every moment he spent focusing on any one opponent.
This situation called for destruction on a larger scale.
But before he could channel his reserves of energy into another destructive wave of force, the soldiers in front of him simply exploded. He glanced upwards for a fleeting moment and caught sight of Asmodion, looking down on the bedlam from a tall rooftop. His hands were roving as if they had minds of their own and his mouth moved constantly, quietly reciting an indecipherable chant to empower the azure bolts of energy he was raining down upon the massed Abyss forces.
From his position, the spellcaster had tapped into the energies that permeated the battlefield; each individual organism's life force called out to him, marking them all with beacons of energy by which he could track the positions of every single soldier on this battlefield. No warrior escaped his supernatural sight; no surprise attack or flanking manoeuvre would go unnoticed; he was possessed of a level of awareness beyond physical senses.
"I fear there are too many to face in the open city," echoed the spellweaver's voice in Exion's mind. "We would be wise to draw them to some kind of choke point when we get the chance."
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Post by Sasha/ Amoura on Jan 27, 2011 15:43:35 GMT -5
Well, this had gone from entertaining to almost irresistible. Amanda's vampiric heritage loved it when the scent of blood hung heavy in the air, and hunger was beginning to rise in her throat; she didn't exactly need to drink but it was a craving. "This is almost as bad as a pregnant woman being kept from pickles and ice cream," she growled and stood, grasping the hilt of her double edged sword that was strapped to her back, "Sasha. Sasha!"
"Whaaaaaa'?" She took off the goggles and pushed them back onto her head, "We gonna do somethin' about that?"
"Yes, now, Sasha, I want you to imagine this." She draped her arm around her small frame and gestured towards the Abyss, "See those bad people down there?"
"Ahuuuuh?" She nodded, quickly.
"They want to destroy all things shiny. All of them."
Sasha looked absolutely horrified at the thought, then, she became very, very angry. It's amazing how such a little body could harbor so much hate.
"YOU NO TAKE SHINY!" She screamed and made a beeline for the fight. Her hair transformed into sharp blades, which dove down from above and impaled a handful of soldier that didn't see her coming. Her blood-tainted locks freed themselves, still kept their sharp properties, and spun atop her head, "You no take shiny. YOU NO TAKE!"
"That was easy! Well, I guess it's my turn," Amoura dove down from the sky and slowed her descent once she was close enough to the others. When her feet touched the ground, she extended her right hand, snapped her fingers a few times, and a mass of fire charges at some of the soldiers heading for Sasha. The results proved to be very unpleasant for some of them.
"Don't mind me! Watching got a little dull so I thought I'd get in on the action," Amoura removed her sunglasses and pocketed them in her long coat.
"They. Won't. Take. Shinies," Sasha growled and stood there, waiting for more to come, "They. Won't. Take. Shinies."
[For the love of god, bug me on MSN when it's my turn @_@ I'm not always looking at the forum.]
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Jan 27, 2011 18:50:11 GMT -5
Battle has overthrown Jerico, the abyss wished to create another City of the Dead, to lay waste to any and all that laid out on the horizon as the cries of war was the only thing that could be heard for miles. One small force dared to rise against the opposing power that wanted to swallow the entire city whole and the one behind it, a few standing against a thousand. Their current calvary, insanity incarnate. Three assassins managed to close in on Maricul's position as she shot blindly into the fog surrounding the abyss with bullets that moved like they had minds of their own.
A pair of narrowed eyes would look at the three assassins on their advance before each were flayed simultaneously, their skin torn bodies exploding into flames before the fire subsided and the dark witch Lamia now stood beside her Queen; hood down, eyes as black as coal, a streak of jet black running across her blonde hair and the color leaving her cheeks as her skin was starting to pale. A side effect from tapping into so much darkness to protect the vampiress.
"The blind assassin is being held in captivity. Looks like I finished my assignment just in time so I could assist you."
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Post by World Master on Jan 27, 2011 19:55:45 GMT -5
[For everyones information, I will be posting out of order if I have to wait to post. It's up to everyone to keep up with the thread, this shouldn't take more than a few days to finish. If you're skipped, oh well, you can catch us, there's plenty of war out there for everyone. This thread is now host to about 7 people, so posting order is going to be out of whack. Additionally, you don't have to wait for me to post. I'm only here to make shit a lot harder for everyone.]
They weren't greeted well by the assassins and knights, but the resounding fact was simple, there were way too many Abyss Soldiers to force back, and even with the growing numbers, it was only a matter of time before they would collapse from fatigue or from sheer force of will. Berith himself made way to the middle of the ocean of soldiers, he looked out over their heads and watched the shifting rapids crash into the shoreline of miserable foes.
Neglect came from the beasts within the ranks, they began throwing aside their handlers and bounding for the fresh arrivals. Then came the elementals, and the rise of the dead Abyss soldiers to their feet to continue forward trying to kill those that had struck them down. Jerico was hell on earth, or perhaps, the underworld on Argil.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 28, 2011 1:21:22 GMT -5
"Oi! Lawn mower, Get your ass in this shit!" Daikus called out into the air, it was his signal after he whistled. Then he launched into a stinger which quickly morphed into an ongoing prop shredder which cleaved through enemy heads and torsos. After his fight against that Archer and Vetis... this just seemed too easy...
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