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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 30, 2011 16:20:11 GMT -5
He had just shoved Coyote-A's barrel down a soldiers mouth and blown off it's head before more judgment and Ajerians appeared to lend a helping hand. "Alright!" He smiled as he whipped Rebellion back out of it's sheath. "The party's really getting pumped now!" He surged with demonic energy, it laced off of him like a smoldering flame as he entered the first phase of his Devil Trigger, Ready to hop right back into the fray.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Jan 30, 2011 19:16:07 GMT -5
The spokesman felt the surge of energy as the Abyss became empowered by the Arrival of Amon. Even this arrival was flaunted by the arrival of the Judgment army. The hellhounds went up, simply into the sky, twisted and contorted into one mass, came crashing down at Amon like a massive hammer head. And he throwing aside the Abyss left and right getting to Amon.
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Post by Maricul on Jan 30, 2011 20:04:25 GMT -5
The Serpent finally spotted him, the leader of the Abyss and the now unshackled lord himself. The pure blooded Ajerian that led the defense was already opposing him on the field alongside some strange demonic creature eager to die for a cause. Then finally the one they referred to as Cyris joined the battle with reinforcement. Now it was the Spokesman who was also making his way up to Amon, well with so many people already opposing the leader of the Abyss there was no need for her to get in their way.
Instead she stayed in her position, the familiars fighting off what they can and more being summoned onto the field, going after the mages of the Abyss, devouring both them and whatever they could of the left overs by the warriors up ahead while she fired off more shots by the Bloodlust and the Blessing, then finally she replied to her servant.
"This is about more than just helping the Ajerian or the Damned. Stand your ground."
The Abyss was possibly holding a weapon that could do them all in and Maricul intended to survive this encounter so she could question the Ajerian later about it. The Serpent would follow the earlier lead of her creator and believe you me she was using that term loosely, and began making familiars out of the Abyss warriors she was currently killing off.
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Post by World Master on Jan 31, 2011 0:20:58 GMT -5
Blow back, the Abyss lord created an aura of power around him. his right hand came forth gripping the lance's blade between his fingers, Exion was held in mid air by his sword hilt, Amons hand was gripping Exions. In one ditch effort he tossed Exion aside and pulled Yion forward throwing him as well.
The familiars came to his grasp of power, as if he was weaving them he sent them in all directions plowing over his own men and toward the foes that opposed him. Even more now, his energy sky rocketed and sent out a wave of dark energies around him, buildings collapsed in the area, the ground smoothed out, he stood in his own man made creator, alone now, his Abyss sacraficed in their effort to defend him against the foes, he didn't need to be defended.
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Berith was caught off guard completely. Her energy washed over him and his armor heated up, he felt as if he was being microwaved. And the bitch about it, she was too high for him to rip her ass a new one. Berith removed his blade and tossed it hard toward her.
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 31, 2011 18:06:50 GMT -5
Exion slid across the gravel then came to his feet, he went to rush forward yet again dodging around the redirected familiars, but then Amon released his energy and he was forced backwards clinging to his balance as he slid, his boots dragging hard against the ground bringing up sparks.
Alex toppled over and fell into a hard object. He looked up at Amon and slowly stood. Something in his body kicked in, memory upon memory flooded him and he watched as Amons face was forced into fear. Alex opened his eyes, Amon was smiling, not afraid. What had he seen?
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Post by ಠ_ಠ on Feb 2, 2011 22:12:48 GMT -5
Gangrel had almost hacked his way to this supposed leader of the Abyss when suddenly a wave of something washed over him, he felt pins and needles through his whole body as he was halted, pushing against the wave as it broke on him, his blades twisting and spinning as he leaned against the wave. It held him in place like a bird in a strong wind for a few seconds. He held himself against the assault as buildings collapsed around him.
"you..." Did his foe fear him? was that why this man had sent that wave of power out? several scattered familiars and abyss soldiers caught in the shock wave were shredded by Gangrel's spinning scythes, and once more he advance, bearing down on the abyssal Shackled Lord. "Ready for the next life, vagrant!?" Gangrel revved up his blades, feeling them pick up renewed momentum and purpose as he rushed the shackled lord.
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Post by Demetrios on Feb 3, 2011 15:39:29 GMT -5
The fact that Berith had been forced to withdraw by this man could only mean that he was the Grand Duke's superior - the Shackled Lord himself. Demetrios' brute strength had allowed him to hold fast against the wave of power that the Abyss leader unleashed, cleansing the battlefield of the presence of Berith's troops so that he now stood alone against Jerico's defenders.
Amidst the deepening chaos, the demon waited for his chance to throw his lot in; then when the strange floating creature that had joined the battle rushed forward, curved blades whirring madly, he saw his chance and charged forth. He was upon the Shackled Lord in mere milliseconds, leaping around the levelled courtyard with such speed as to be visible only as a blur. He reappeared directly behind the Abyss' commander, Dreadtalon raised high, and brought the enormous sword down upon his foe's head with such crushing force that a deep bass boom resounded across the courtyard with the pressure created by the massive split-second swing.
Asmodion watched the ensuing battle from above, confused by Exion's silence but putting the issue aside in the face of more pressing matters. With so many foes challenging Amon at once, he would likely only get in the way at the moment, so the spellweaver instead turned his attention upon the duel unfolding outside the city where the Mistress had attacked the retreating Berith. It wasn't likely that Cyris would need assistance either, but the Grand Duke wasn't to be underestimated whoever his opponent happened to be.
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Post by Sasha/ Amoura on Feb 3, 2011 16:06:02 GMT -5
Ouch, ouch, ouch, OUCH! Amanda thought while cutting down her opponents. Her canines' length caused her to bite into her tongue and lower lip; blood had begun to dribble from the corners of her mouth. It happened every time she allowed them to grow and it may be yet a few more minutes before she'll stop having these "accidents".
Amanda allowed her attention to drift over to Sasha, and her jaw nearly dropped in shock at how aggressive she was. Blood and limbs were flying in all directions from where she fought. Creepy thing about this: her features were completely blank.
Note to self: don't ever threaten to take the shiny from the creepy girl.
Then, the unexpected happened: there was a spike in someone's aura. No, scratch that, it was going beyond "spike" but to "what is this I don't even!".
"SASHA GET DOWN!"
Amoura dashed to the changling, tackled her to the ground and threw up an aura shield. Just in time too, because the buildings were collapsing down and covering the area in a thick cloud of dust and debris.
"I don't know about you, hun, but I don't think you'd want to breathe all of that shit in."
"Neh, must defend shiny."
"Right, right. C'mon," the shield lowered and both stood. The hybrid's eyes scanned her surroundings, resting on a group of people fighting against the source of that attack. "We gonna do anything?"
"...might as well. We came this far, but not yet."
[Excuse to miss a few posts x.x]
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Post by World Master on Feb 3, 2011 21:05:48 GMT -5
Amon looked at the oncoming trash can, he lifted his hand as it moved forward and the ground under it shot up like a cannon launching it into the air. By that time Demetrios was behind him. In a rather quick motion, he stepped sideways, twisted his arm around the blade pressed his hip against the blade throwing its momentum off completely.
In a turning motion his elbow collided with the demon behind him and as his body turned completely he peppered the demons torso with faster than light jabs followed by his eyes glowing and mentally he threw the demon away from him. And as he turned back to the flying trashcan, he lifted his hand and threw it downward, suddenly the trajectory of Gangrel was shifted straight into the ground.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Feb 3, 2011 23:20:09 GMT -5
The lord of the abyss truly was something of marvel, he had planted himself in place and braced himself when the wave ripped through the area. And his familiars were parted but they came back toward him and he re-absorbed them through his armor and weapon, returning the pure black spoke around him. The spokesman of insanity drew forth his blade and tilted his head forward, "You're nothing but a pile of shit. And soon, you'll be a pile of dog shit."
Now that his path was clear he made a walk forward, his stone black eyes staring hard on Amon, making sure the abyss lord knew he was advancing on him. "The Ajerians fear you? I believe it's an insult to be allied with them in that case."
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Post by ಠ_ಠ on Feb 3, 2011 23:47:59 GMT -5
"I shall make your blood a trophy on my Scy-SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-"
Gangrel was sent skywards, rotating and flying through the air in free fall. It tried to regain some manner of trajectory but was rendered entirely trapped and useless. Stuck in the air and for a brief while enjoying the weightlessness, however mixed feelings were brought up when Gangrel saw it, the full expanse of the Abyss forces.
They covered the horizon like a sea of fodder, great siege engines protruding from the masses like great sea creatures breaking the surface, and then it happened. "w-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUU-" Gangrel plummeted back down like a rocket, and slammed into the ground like a meteor. Once more it was like when he got here, only this time he fucking buried into the cobblestone and pavement, a new variety of pain seemingly open only to Gangrel encompassed it's entire body as it became lodged once more in the ground, giving an exasperated grunt of pain, his blades stopping spinning as though locked by a gigantic muscle cramp. "I hate this world and it's stupid ground!" Gangrel had lodged half-way into the ground, his face partially obscured by the ruined cobblestones. his eye hurt badly, probably ruined by the rock fragments, and his little side-spike was once more crumpled beyond recognition. His blades slowly started to spin again, chipping at the cobblestones. "aaagh... Of course... plant me like a tree. When I get free..." Though his words were muffled by a mouthful of rock
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 4, 2011 0:34:25 GMT -5
He ran up to Alex after the initial attack from the once shackled lord, without another moment he nudged Alex. "Oi, now's not the time for day dreaming bro." With that he dashed towards the fray, stopping at Alucard's left and drawing his shotgun, slamming in a special clip of bullets that acted more like .50 cal anti-matter rounds than actual shotgun rounds.
"Show's over dude." He charged up his demonic aura, sending a good portion of it to the shotgun before unloading the now demonically charged, .50 Cal Anti-matter rounds at Amon, two at a time.
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Post by Fukari Kallaway on Feb 5, 2011 22:16:37 GMT -5
Through all the magical prowess Lamia had released into this war her authority over the half-breed turned necklace was beginning to fade until it finally fell down from her neck and blown away some by the wind before the spell cast reversed entirely and The Blind Assassin found herself on both knees hearing the sound of war, and recognizing the smell of her captor and Maricul. The Blind Assassin greeted the duo by tossing a Sonic Grenade by their feet before taking off.
With any luck the duo would just die here, make her job easier. Fukari faced opposition from an in-coming Abyss soldier and she replied to that opposition by putting a grenade in it's mouth, pulling off the pin and kicking the soldier back into his comrades as they all blew up and died together; their deaths making a path for Fukari to make her way out of the battlefield.
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Post by Maricul on Feb 5, 2011 22:34:56 GMT -5
The battle between Amon and several of the warriors up ahead was getting more intense and just when you thought things couldn't get worse, they did. Well worse for Maricul anyway as her eyes noticed the necklace that fell from Lamia, which then turned back into The Blind Assassin. Lamia turned her into a necklace?
"YOU INCOMPETENT SERVANT!"
As the Sonic Grenade came Maricul grabbed her worthless servant by the hand and the two entered a familiar she had on the field, avoiding the wrath of the Sonic Grenade as they then reappeared on another part of the field where she could continue to hold up the Abyss soldiers coming for them.
"Let her go, I'll deal with her when I don't have the Abyss breathing down my neck. And you for that matter."
Maricul continued to unload bullets against the swarms of Abyss soldiers coming their way.
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Feb 7, 2011 4:40:45 GMT -5
Those weren't the words the dark witch wanted to hear but she would neither question nor argue against Maricul's wishes. Lamia indeed stood her ground in the middle of all this chaos until at least the strain on her body started to show and the necklace on her person fell. Seconds later would the blind assassin make an unexpected comeback and drop them a present on her escape. Lamia didn't get the chance to react as Maricul already had. The dark witch's first instinct was to go after the escapee but Maricul told her not to.
"I-I'm sorry, Mistress!"
The dark witch had a feeling it would take far more than a simple apology to get on the Spider Queen's good side again so she continued to provide magical support for her Mistress against the Abyss hoping that her show of strength here would be enough to make up for her earlier mistake.
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