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Post by Maricul on Jan 28, 2011 2:50:00 GMT -5
Maricul was about to fire off against the Assassins on a collision course with her but before she could they were flayed out of nowhere and their bodies burnt to ash. All The Serpent could do was laugh at the wonderful way of death somebody just caused them as she turned her head at the sound of Lamia's voice realizing that was her servant who just did that.
"Yes it seems... Cover me, don't try to take them all on and stay alive. The Ajerian are waiting on something and we need to help them buy time."
New Abyss warriors charged on the field, and even the dead would rise again to claim vengeance on their killers. The Serpent watched as Abyss soldiers she killed only moments ago were now charging at her, they raised their weapons only to be swallowed whole by the black-crimson-eyed-serpent that burst from her chest and out onto the field.
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Post by ಠ_ಠ on Jan 28, 2011 14:29:50 GMT -5
"my name..." Better set this one straight, he's liable to hurt himself on Gangrel's blades. "Is GANGREL!" And he was the favored son of Charnel, god of slaughter. He was good at his job. He rushed from a hiding spot, obscured from the battle. The Abyss learned his name quickly as he moved through their ranks, a contented grin on his face as his blades danced through their ranks. The whole of the Abyss was merely fodder, and the Scythe made sure that he tattooed that on each and every unfortunate being who got in his way. "AND I DON'T HAVE AN ASS!" he didn't. He had a pot of pain in store for the Abyss though.
Only his master Charnel could call the dead back to life, Heresy must be purged. Gangrel darted at the recently returned abyss soldiers, moving before Maricul, Daikus, all of them, a sick grin on his face. He was a holy warrior for his master Charnel, and these blasphemies must be purified by his spinning blades. Each blow he landed, each wound he opened, each second he spent in battle revived him and made him stronger. He laughed as he returned the risen to the dirt. "hehehehoohoohoohehahahahahaha!"
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 28, 2011 17:49:51 GMT -5
Exion pressed backwards for a moment to fully assess the surroundings. There was fire, there were shadows fighting alongside them. The Legions Spokesman had joined their ranks, they could hold out for a longer period of time now, and Cyris would arrive soon, he hoped. He replied though outloud, "We can hold them here. Forcing us to a choke point makes them crash the walls down around us."
Alex blocked with his machete and it flew from his hand. He backed up and out of pure instinct the blade Daikus had thrown to him reared into play. Green fire erupt across the Abyss ranks left and right joining with the fire from before. He rushed through the green flames with no problem at all. His eyes burned off the same green energy as the blade as well, he had inherited Vetis's skill set and knowledge simply from holding the ancient weapon. In a matter of seconds he had gone from being a back and forth defense artist to being purly on the assault.
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Post by Demetrios on Jan 28, 2011 18:54:48 GMT -5
Demetrios carved himself a path through the chaos back to the vicinity of Exion, effectively their leader in this battle. Through the haze of the Assassins' smoke, a swarm of black shapes kept the front line firmly where it was. A second vampire had marched onto Jerico's chaotic battlefield, and his aura alone set Demetrios on edge. He couldn't quite place why, besides the obvious bridled power. It just felt so ancient, so... primal.
He was glad this nosferatu was on their side, at any rate.
From his position away from the bulk of the fighting, the demon prepared to ramp up his offensive. Pale blue mist swirled into being amidst the smoke and screams as he set about absorbing the energies of the fallen. There was necromancy at work here which raised the recently slain soldiers, but just as the dead were being stripped of their latent energy, these risen ghouls were summarily drained of the sorcery that animated them and the majority were cast back into death to fuel Demetrios' growing power spike.
By the time he felt ready, the demon's armour was pulsing with ethereal azure light and his aura had almost tripled in density. Time to bring a different breed of destruction down on these hordes. Without a word to his allies, Demetrios leapt back into the fray, fading to a dim blur of light within the smoke... then all was death. The entire frontal half of the courtyard exploded beneath the fury of a storm of energy that roared forth from the demon's blade in wave after hellish wave of blue flames. The soldiers were incinerated in scores; their armour melted into their flesh, their body fluids flash-boiled within them and even the stone upon which they stood was turned to molten slag under the barely discriminate fury of Demetrios' assault.
Watching from above the unprecedented mayhem, Asmodion smiled grimly.
"The demon has great potential," echoed his voice once again in Exion's mind. "What do you make of him?"
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 29, 2011 13:01:08 GMT -5
"Make way bitches." Daikus took a full charge at Demetrios before leaping of him in a flip and landing behind him, pulling out the shotgun and throwing it to his left hand as He pulled out rebellion with his right and went to work, if the sound of otherworldly, demonic metal slashing through armor and bodies didn't ring out, then the roar of Coyote-A blowing up skulls sure enough would.
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Jan 29, 2011 13:42:52 GMT -5
The Abyssus had taken persistence to a new level as the fallen soon returned anew from their graves on the battlefield to claim vengeance against the living that slain them. Only one word left the pale lips of the dark witch in response to the wishes of her queen.
"Understood."
Wild beasts and elementals of the Abyssus took their rightful place on the field. Hearing the roars of the wild beast heading her way the dark witch tapped into her powers further, the beast on it's way to maul her would find it's eyesight taken away as it ended up crashing into another of it's kind headed for Amoura. Maricul did a good job picking off some of the reborn Abyss with her familiar but there were other who lives she took away coming back for revenge, eye for an eye. Their blades wouldn't touch her mistress, a wave of her arm and they were sent flying into the two beasts that crashed together. Bringing the palms of her hands out the dark witch sped up their molecules to such speeds they separated with an explosive action
Result? Pieces. Nothing but pieces.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Jan 29, 2011 15:48:33 GMT -5
The whole of the familiar army that the Spokesman had brought with him forced itself into the ranks further of the Abyss and then exploded outward releasing hellhounds and devouring the line. He himself moved forward lifting his chest taking the full force of a battle axe to his armored plate breaking the axe and driving his fist into the Abyss mouth breaking all of his teeth out. He moved forward again clutching the jaw and top part of his mouth and ripped downward tearing the jaw free and the skin leading down to the Abyss's chest.
Alucard threw him aside and moved forward. In one motion he drew his blade and sent forth a wave of death that etched into the battlefield like a massive burning scar. From this scar rose up the souls of the ones he had just killed, made into his familiars. The abyss ghouls in the area met the same fate when they were devoured by his familiars, he was turning the Abyss army against itself.
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Post by World Master on Jan 29, 2011 16:27:44 GMT -5
Berith saluted the new arrival to the field. "Sir," he simply said and waited for the man to nod, "The Ajerians are putting up a good defense. So far. What would you have me do?" The man lowered his hood, a smirk came across his face, he, Amon, waved his hand at Berith and for a moment said nothing.
"Why are you not leading them?" Amon asked.
"Er... I simply allowed them to plunder the city. So-"
"The right answer is: because, I'm afraid of my superior, Exion." Amon pushed forward his hand and flicked Berith in the chest, whom tumbled off his feet from sheer force. "You're not like Be'lakor, go back to the wound, child. I'll lead your pathetic men."
The new addition moved toward the defending forces.
Suddenly the Abyss felt a spike of power, their abilities increased ten fold by the empowerment of their leader.
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Post by Maricul on Jan 29, 2011 16:55:17 GMT -5
Maricul began unlocking more of her powers, her dark hair going pass her shoulders now as familiars in the form of black serpents spread out across the area. Weak, only when compared to that of the Spokesman's familiars. They launched themselves at the opposing Abyss troops to force them back, but Maricul noticed a harder struggle that wasn't there previously. Especially when some had gone to attack the elementals. The Abyss soldiers were stronger than ever now, and a bad feeling crept up Maricul's spine, paralyzing her for a moment before she snapped herself out of it. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
"Witch, keep your guard up. My familiars are having more difficulty against these soldiers than they should be having."
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Post by ಠ_ಠ on Jan 29, 2011 18:22:30 GMT -5
Gangrel felt an abyssal grunt block his scythe, he quickly reversed the rotation, using the momentum of his attack impacting on the guard to send the blade spinning back the other way. The grunt couldn't react fast enough as it's head was cut apart, the jaw knocked off and the skull violently pulled from the spine. Gangrel leaned back and let his blade move down an Abyss's body, ripping off one arm and then leaving deep gouges down it's body like graphic tiger stripes. He rotated his body, scythe blades still spinning and rending these slightly more annoying minions as he turned. some guy just flicked another guy and started to move forward into the field.
This one was different, HE was the reason that the Abyss's seemingly infinite numbers had become slightly more troublesome to cleave through. That was the one that was bringing this mounting annoyance on him. He couldn't hear the exchange over the sounds of lesser beings dying, or the sounds of the city's destruction, but he could get the gist of it. New Management.
"more raw meat..." Gangrel leaned forward, his scythes kicking up abyssal soldiers as he started to make his way towards these unique individuals. It would take some time, the sudden pathetic resistance of these minions was hampering his movement... He called out to the one he met at his impact site, the one who dislodged him and brought him to this euphoric battlefield. "HEY PUNK! OVER HERE NOW! TO ME WHITE-HAIR!"
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Post by Sasha/ Amoura on Jan 29, 2011 23:05:38 GMT -5
Amoura wasn't one for putting effort into something, and only threw out fire-bolt after fire-bolt to eliminate her targets. This was far too easy; her gut instinct told her that it was only going to get worse from here, and it did. The fresh waves of fire that she sent out didn't affect, or barely injured them.
"THE FUCK?!"
One of the Abyss swiped at her, and made contact with her neck-or so it seemed. Right after he attacked, the hybrid appeared behind him and cut him in two with her sword. Blood hissed out and splattered in all directions while she resumed attacking any that came at her.
With her aura so heavily suppressed, she won't stand a chance at this rate against the newly-enforced Abyss. Amoura had developed a way to gradually release what she held back without making it too obvious-there was no point in going all out, yet.
Her gums itched whilst her teeth elongated and sharpened; due to her "species", all of her front teeth gained a pointed edge, though her canines still were more noticeable. Black bled out her silver irises, and her nails sharpened.
Dear God, I hate that. Amoura snarled, shook her head, and resumed fighting.
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"YOU NO TAKE SHINEY!" Sasha screamed and continued to "slice-and-dice" up her opponents with her hair. When they became more difficult to manage, she thinned out the strands, ceased the "Deadly Chopper" and repeatedly stabbed them into any abyss that headed her way.
Yeah, she loves the shinies...
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 30, 2011 3:40:05 GMT -5
Exion didn't respond to Asmodion, he found the question to be more insulting than anything. It wasn't his place to evaluate the prospect, nor was it in the way of most judgment guardians to ask assistance for the task they were given. But he knew Asmodion had a lot to learn, so he pressed this from his mind. He had other things to focus on, like the arrival of Amon.
Alex watched as Exion kicked forward forcing an Abyss soldier to lean, his other foot pressed off the soldiers shoulder and Exion was launched. His blade over head, he stared down at Amon, energy surged through his entire body, the blade engulfed the air around it he slashed downward at Amon when he was in range, pressure exploded from the tip of the blade threatening to cleave Amon in half.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 30, 2011 10:36:14 GMT -5
Daikus' blade suddenly bounced off of one of the Abyss' blades before he struck forward with a thrust. Daikus launched up and over, cleaving the soldier's head off before landing "Is it just me or did someone just up the difficulty?" as he said this, he watched as the lawn mover thing was rushing towards something, he looked in the direction and his eyes widened as he saw "The Shackled Lord of the abyss..." Well, his question of who upped the difficulty was answered. Fuck it, he wasn't fighting him... he had already killed Vetis and some Lt. ranked archer, and if the archer wasn't Lt. ranked, well he damn well should've been... either way, Daikus wasn't gonna bother with Amon. Even if his events earlier would be dwarfed... who gave a rats ass?
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 30, 2011 15:48:33 GMT -5
To compliment Exion, another kin came to his aid against Amon. This Judgment exploded into the world with black smoke blowing back all of the Abyss behind Amon, his polearm spun wide in a sweep like manor against the Un-shackled beast of the Abyss. The electricity that arched off said lance fried the abyss that it touched on its directed path.
The Abyss ranks were infiltrated by the same smoke that the Judgment Yion appeared from. The Elite unit of the Ajerians materialized inbetween soldiers in the Abyss, and as it was presented to the Abyss many times before, the Judgment and Ajerians were extremely hard to take down, even when out numbered fifty to one. These armored Judgment took to annihilating the empowered Abyss ranks with their surprise attack, and what didn't help was the sheer number of Ajerian soldiers that actually appeared, perhaps small compared to the Abyss, five hundred Judgment presented themselves, sixteen pure blood Ajerians, and the Queen of the ranks.
Berith's retreat was halted by the female voice, a rather childish voice, but very strict sounding, "You weren't thinking about running, were you?" Cyris herself stood on the ridge above Berith looking down at him, and as he looked up she flooded where he stood with her energy and pressure looking to crush him.
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Post by Zira/Lamia on Jan 30, 2011 15:52:50 GMT -5
The fire of battle continued to burn brightly as the Abyssus discovered a new found strength. Eyes of black coal spotted the source of their new found inner strength, the lord of the Abyssus himself standing amongst the masses showcasing absolute, overwhelming power across the battlefield. The kind that would bring the dark witch down to her knees in worship if she hasn't already pledged her loyalties to the vampiress beside her. There was no honor in betrayal.
The remnants on their path of this war for Jerico made their advance and pushed against the dark powers of the familiars summoned by Maricul. Showing no fear even against them as they were hell-bent on eliminating the opposition assaulting the remnants of this great force. As she did to speed up the molecules she would then slow them down to such an extent the enemies pushing back against the familiars appeared to have been frozen in time and soon they would be lost to the serpents, no longer able to defend themselves thanks to interference by Lamia's dark magic. More strings of blonde hair was replaced with black as her skin became paler and black veins bled through. Even with that small victory over the remnants, which could stand as their own army, Lamia doubted the chances for victory.
"The lord of the Abyssus now leads his army in Jerico. Perhaps it would be in our best interest to retreat? We owe nothing to the Ajerian or the Legion of the Damned."
And that's when the real calvary came.
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