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Post by .:Alex:. on Feb 7, 2011 17:14:17 GMT -5
Exion cracked his knuckles and regained his composure. He looked to Alex whom walked alongside him now and they both nodded at one another. Alex's eyes lit up bright green and forward they moved, both matching eachothers movements. Alex felt visions in his head watching as a dark blade collided with Amon's elder sword destroying it and the terror on Amons face. But once again he looked at Amon and saw no blade and only the same smug smile.
Exion and Alex burst away from one another, and at that moment they came streaming forward on a crash course for Amon, together they synchronized an attack, Alex went high while Exion went low in their slashes.
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Post by ಠ_ಠ on Feb 7, 2011 18:39:54 GMT -5
This was too much, that white haired prick that had entered the fight with him had vanished... and now two equally insignificant blood bags waiting to be ruptured were trying to steal Gangrel's kill. A horrible grating sound filled the air. Gangrel's scythes ripped at the ground, forcing themselves back onto their axis. It seemed the drop had dislocated them and he had to painfully reset the steel to bone.
"IIIIIII LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE..."
Gangrel's voice rumbled angrily as he shook, the ground cracking and breaking until he'd actually wrenched himself from where he had been forced into the ground. He was free, more unshackled than the Shackled Lord, soon to be the ramshackle corpse. "That's my kill you stupid insects!" Gangrel whirled his body quickly before once again getting back on course and resuming his rush towards Amon. His blades revved and spun loudly as he drew up close and lunged his scythes at Amon as well. "You cannot escape, you worm!"
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Post by Demetrios on Feb 8, 2011 14:28:23 GMT -5
Truth be told, Asmodion had kept his breath held on his approach. He was relying more on the distraction of his allies than his own speed to ensure his hit, but was only mildly surprised by the mockingly roundabout way in which the Shackled Lord casually batted away his attackers. The demon perhaps caught the hardest hit; his initial swing was neatly sidestepped and Amon whirled around on the spot, beating the swordsman back with a swift elbow to his chest before delivering a brutal split-second barrage of punches.
The last blow sent Demetrios skidding across the scorched and ruined courtyard, and when he slowed enough to stop, the demon fell to one knee to steady himself. Propped up on one arm, his other hand feeling out the dents to his breastplate, the warrior glared up at his adversary. He sat back for a moment as the others took turns hurling themselves into the fray - pointlessly, perhaps. Their defence was looking more and more fruitless in the face of the power of the Abyss' grand general.
All the same, simply turning tail at the first sign of a superior opponent was out of the question. The bladed mass of flesh was back on the offensive, spinning up its great blades and roaring back across the courtyard towards Amon. He was bound to meet similar failure to his last attack if nothing was done to help, so some kind of distraction was in order.
To that end, Demetrios lurched to his feet and roughly thrust his sword in Amon's direction; and from the tip erupted a thunderous lance of compressed energy that crossed the distance within milliseconds. However, deadly as this roaring spear of force was, it was not aimed straight at the Shackled Lord. In fact, if nothing else, it would graze his armour as it stormed past him. It was not intended to do direct damage, but to hope to unseat the general with its enormous turbulence or at least draw some of his attention away from the immediate issue of the demonic buzzsaw charging at him.
Outside the city, with the extent of this invasion force now clear to him, Asmodion had reached somewhat of an impasse. Behind him, the rest of the city's champions were facing down the Shackled Lord, who was apparently holding his own with unsurprising comfort. In front of him, in full view of the waiting legions of Abyss foot soldiers, Cyris had engaged Berith and appeared to be claiming the upper hand. The spellweaver had a feeling he would merely get in the way of the others if he joined the rather one-sided battle against Amon, but the Mistress would neither need nor accept his assistance.
The interminable fodder, however, were unchallenged...
Smiling darkly, the mage portalled further away from the city. The hordes marched forth, seeking to flood into the city around their leaders, but as the ranks milled across the sand towards Cyris and Berith, the front line promptly exploded. Forks of azure lightning exploded across the lines of troops, lancing from one to the next, incinerating them within their armour and searing the sand they stood on until it turned to glass. The spellcaster rose from a portal, interposing himself between the marching armies and Cyris' duel. Between the Judgement and his Mistress, a colossal plume of blue flames roared into life, surging forth on either side of the mage to form a great curved wall of fire that arced back from his position to the outer walls of the city.
"If I may, Mistress," his voice echoed in Cyris' mind, "I will see to it that your execution of the Grand Duke goes uninterrupted..."
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Feb 8, 2011 17:26:35 GMT -5
Cyris lifted her hands and the blade itself veered off course hard toward the sky, she threw her hands back down toward Berith and his blade would be hurtled back toward its master. Following this single movement her body twisted around and she fell from the cliff she stood on.
"Very well," she said aloud, but her thought pattern was easily forced within Asmodion's skull. Cyris landed on her feet, and turned drawing her blade and leaping in the air. Her eyes met with Berith's and she drove her sword down hard for his neck.
The battle around them was filled with many of the Ajerian ranks. More and more now arrived on the outskirts clashing with the colossal beasts of the Abyss army itself, and others came to the side of those holding the Abyss off within the city forming a wall which the Abyss would not see broken.
Yion followed the same route as Demetrios, Exion, and Alex and pulled from his back a extremely high powered rifle used in the days of the Old world. He aimed it for Amons head and fired one high velocity impact round.
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Post by World Master on Feb 9, 2011 20:32:03 GMT -5
[Going to reply in order of post]
Amon looked at Alucard with a small smirk on his face. “We’ll see.” Those small words was all he needed to say. He knew well enough that nothing here could stop him. And he was about to start picking them apart one by one rather than toying with them.
Daikus was the first to strike. Each of his bullets were caught in a gust of Amons power, his hand came out and caught the first bullet in his palm, his body rotated redirecting the entire bullet into the ground causing a massive explosion to his side, the next bullet was caught as well in his opposite hand, his body moved gracefully catching another of the bullets. The next one he kicked aside. Exion and Alex came to him.
The bullet caught against his left palm was released at Exions direction, Amon’s feet left the ground, the opposite bullet released from his other hand in Alexs direction. His body rotated between the slashes and the rounds smashed into the ground exploding. Merely a distraction as each of his feet collided with the Ajerian warriors skulls throwing them both to the ground.
Before he had the chance to execute them though, he heard the whistle of the blades and redirected himself to tilt forward then flipped gracefully over the speeding object that was Gangrel, before he even touched the ground he pushed power into his hands and as his feet hit that energy shot from his finger tips and exploded on Gangrel’s coordinates.
Even at that moment though the demon had been on the offense, possibly a moment too late as Amon forced himself from where he stood to be immediately within the range of the demon as the energy rushed from his blade. Once again inside of Demetrios’s swords attacking range he pressed a barrage of high velocity jabs. Each one looking to destroy his foes armor and cause internal bleeding.
But he only got off a couple strikes when suddenly a bullet smashed into the side of his head. He tumbled over and dragged a good twenty yards before his body stopped sliding. It was silent for a moment but he stood up and dusted himself off. A massive hole in the side of his head that slowly closed itself, “I underestimated the sneaky.”
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Cyris’s move caught Berith off guard completely. His own blade impaled into his chest and pinned him to the ground. The blade was so massive in length that he only tilted backwards. And before he could pull it free, a small woman was dangling from his body, a blade sank deep into his neck. His blood was everywhere, and yet he lifted his hand grabbing Cyris and threw her away.
And the giant pulled himself forward, drawing the blade from the ground and pulled it from his body in one movement. In hand again he turned and crashed the blade into the ground sending a shockwave toward Cyris.
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Post by ಠ_ಠ on Feb 10, 2011 4:01:51 GMT -5
Gangrel ran right under Amon, his blades missing their mark as he gave a small "tch!" of contempt, he started to turn for another pass, another attempt to get Amon into his range. Then the explosions happened. A beautiful array of concussive force and fire ripped the areas around Gangrel "WHAT?!" He gave a startled cry and tried to flee, that split second stretching for an eternity as the shockwaves went off. Normally you'd think the force of the explosions would catapult Gangrel but instead they seemed to create a torrential vacuum. Gangrel was sent lurching and careening into the center of the blasts, debris and shrapnel from the stone ground buffeting and barraging him as the blades wreaked havoc on him. Were he made of normal soft flesh this would have been a case of total body disruption, liquefying Gangrel in an instant, yet the softest part of his body was flesh forged almost rock-hard in death, muscles so cold and taught they matched his thick bone frame. He felt the effect, like having every part of your body hit with a battering ram.
Gangrel wobbled and tumbled, rolling almost upside down as whatever momentum he had left from all this carried him to a side. He found himself running entirely on adrenaline. "Try harder..." Gangrel made a sound akin to a cough, stone shards and chunks sticking out of his body as black blood started to trickle from him. "All of you stupid, useless, limb-swinging zombies stop getting in the way of me and my kill..." Gangrel sounded a mix of annoyed and flat out punch-drunk. Adrenaline and stupidity seemed to be the only things keeping him in the fight after a knockout blow like that. "you too, white-hair!" Gangrel's blades suddenly changed rotation, spinning the opposite direction as he leaned back and jetted towards Amon again. When he got into range he did something odd, he suddenly shifted, bringing the spinning array around and putting his whole body into a spin, swiping with the spinning scythes in a huge arcing motion.
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Post by .:Alex:. on Feb 10, 2011 17:55:13 GMT -5
Exion rolled to his feet and gathered his blade from the ground. Alex followed the same suit, minus gathering his already in hand sword. They stood side by side in similar poses. But then Exion dropped his guard and looked up into the air seeing the sky slowly turning red. Alex looked over quickly and back to Amon, "What is it?"
Exion lowered his head, "He's here."
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Asmodion would be the first to see him looming over the horizon. His energy flooded the area before them as he walked through the crowd, meerly glancing at the soldiers in his path and causing them to explode. The Abyss slowly began parting, not even going for any assault against him, knowing all too well he would simply kill them. He would bypass Cyris completely and move through the brush and through the gates of Jerico, slaying a pathway as he went.
This man was what Cyris considered her strongest, and though he wasn't the nicest person, every Judgment and Ajerian respected the raw power behind his binding. Being the very first person to fuse with a natural Ajerian. He was Damien Latest.
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Exion looked up and pointed to where the bright orange glow had come through the streets. "Latest." And as he pointed a massive section of the oncoming Abyss troops parted, mostly due to the explosive wave that past through the area. Latest continued to walk behind it, strolling along with out a worry in the world.
It had been a while since he was anywhere but Praven or visiting the Ajerians in the north lands. "Amon!" He said loudly, "You done goofed." His left hand released more of the orange energy through the cracks going down his arm from his torso. In his right hand was the .700 Judge.
Where Latest was one moment was nothing but air. Amon would be met with a strong left hook to his jaw that fired off energy in all directions.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Feb 11, 2011 18:01:29 GMT -5
The Spokesman of Insanity knew it was essentially then end of the clash. He simply looked at Amon and words etched into the Abyss Leaderships head, "I'll be seeing you soon enough." Alucard turned and made way through the crowd of defenders eyeing Maricul as he went by and simply nodding to her.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Feb 12, 2011 23:46:42 GMT -5
Daikus looked in shock as his bullets were simply sent away. His face showed some aggrivation, he'd just gotten out of a hellish battle just to get into another, and that's when the power surge came and soon came a man he knew only as the council leader's left hand man. It was a good thing he was on their side. "Fuck it..." He said turning away from the battle and walking off, He'd go to the back and start killing the grunts, it would just be easier.
((Consider this my bowing out lol))
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Post by Fukari Kallaway on Feb 12, 2011 23:47:12 GMT -5
As the battle was drawing near it's climax Fukari had reached the exit of the city, forcing her way through the Abyss swarms that threatened to gut her just for being there. The Blind Assassin wasn't interested in sticking around to see the conclusion of the clash, instead she would return to The Dune Sea and regroup. Her only business in Attilia was the death of The Serpent and if she was an ally of the Ajerian and the Legion of the Damned now then attacking her here would be suicide. So Fukari would return to The Dune Sea where she knew The Serpent would ultimately follow. The advantage would be hers.
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