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Post by «Ðaikus» on Dec 27, 2010 15:29:25 GMT -5
He followed Cyris and listened when they were speaking of the abyss general's weapon. From what he heard, it sounded like a devil arm.., but he didn't say anything cause he new devil arms couldn't exist in this realm, other wise he'd have plenty after his rise to the throne in the underworld. He watched two people sparring with wooden swords, "Looks fun..." He muttered watching them go back and forth between one another almost like a rhythmic dance, only you could tell this was no choreographed fight. He extended his left arm, and flexed his right hand, in a quick flash of bright light his Katana like Devil Arm, Espada was in his hands and he was searching for something to refine a certain move his uncle had been so kind as to teach him.
He found it soon after observing around, A set of large, and thick steaks in the ground used for practicing swordsmanship on. "Call me when you're ready..." He said, going around the two that were sparring and up to the poles. He was about ten feet away from them, far too away from the reach of his katana, he took a deep breath for a moment to remember what Vergil had told him... and then closes his eyes.
The Judgment Cut is based on a combination of both speed and power. Both are honed to such an extent that when the attack is executed... a rift is opened around your opponent and the resulting force of it being ripped open by your sword is enough to destroy opponents.
He placed a firm grip on the hilt of his katana, his eyes shot open and he released and re-sheathed his katana at such a speed that his movement seemed but a blur, and for a moment, nothing seemed to happen after a low, and loud moan resonated. But just then, A large blue line appeared where he had slashed at the poles and then... the blue line shifted into a purple orb that surrounded three of the five poles and flashes of light, slashes almost ripped the poles to shreds inside the orb before it subsided.
A smirk came over his features, "Well... It's about time..."
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Dec 30, 2010 14:30:41 GMT -5
She looked at the watch on her wrist and to Yion, “Get ready to distribute the shields.” Yion nodded and opened from of the weapons tent. Cyris raised her voice, “OKAY! Everyone coming along for the raid on Berith’s Camp, come get your shields, they’re known to rain arrows down I’d like it if you all had protection before heading into the thicket.”
As they handed out shields Cyris moved over to Daikus, “So are you going to come along or are you going to keep practicing your moves?”
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Dec 30, 2010 15:13:32 GMT -5
His attention was returned to Cyris, "Yeah, I'm joining in." He nodded ushering away Espada and turning toward her. "I'll join the rest of the group." With that said, he walked to where they were being handed out shields, when he got one he honestly had to laugh on the inside. The thought of using a shield in his world was funny, especially considering what tricks some people had that made use of shields kind of pointless. But screw it, it'd be cool to ram it down an enemy's throat.
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 2, 2011 14:36:02 GMT -5
"Very well," in ten minutes time everyone had been distributed the gear they needed and wanted. Everyone was given a large round shield, and a lot of the Judgment now sported the plate armor of the Elites. Those that stood around Cyris now were her elite unit, the best of the best. And she eyeballed the possibility to take down Berith and his camp.
Cyris had them all stand in a uniform guard, she stood before them all and waited for the whispers to cease. "Berith stands as the most dangerous general within the Abyss army. Infact, I do believe he stands as above the Generals. Regardless, he stands as an obstacle in the path of Amon. But this is why we're here. We've already taken down the Keeper Be'lakor, now we take down the next big thing.
"Once Berith is on the field, I want you to back off so I or Yion can get in and take down the raging beast." She paused a moment, "Lets move."
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 9, 2011 1:27:02 GMT -5
As Cyris and her army moved out, Daikus lagged behind, following at the back of the crowd tossing his shield up into the air and catching it. It gave him something to do while he walked, "Sounds like fun..." He muttered to himself before going silent and continuing to walk with them.
[shitty post, didn't have much else to write, sorry]
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 12, 2011 18:14:18 GMT -5
(sorry for the wait)
Onward was the march upon the camp. Step for step, the Judgment moving within the shadows of the buildings. Cyris marched in the open and as they reared onto the camp a wall of arrows came hurtling through the sky, "SHIELDS!" She yelled, and the Judgment all dropped to a knee and raised the massive shields over their heads catching the arrows as they rained down onto the crowd.
Cyris stood still in the open, the arrows swerved as they came at her. When the arrows ceased to fall Cyris moved onward, her Judgment pulled themselves up and followed her lead. "Annihilate the camp." She ordered, and the elite guard of the Judgment moved into action, even the ones surrounding the camp.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 12, 2011 22:43:08 GMT -5
As the arrows came Daikus acted quickly, throwing the shield up into the air and firing on it once to turn it where the face of the shield caught most of the arrows plunging towards him as his carefully placed bullets took care of the rest coming to him. When they stopped and she gave the order, The judgment rushed forward. Daikus was soon standing beside Cyris. "Anything specific you want me to do, or just join the rest of the group?" He questioned as he walked with her.
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 15, 2011 12:56:52 GMT -5
"I want you to be careful. Beriths camp is the most elite set of Abyss in the area. And something tells me this camp is a trap." She was right of course, but she wouldn't know this just yet. "Yion, to arms." The Cybernetic Judgment moved forward so fast that he left after images of himself behind with each movement. His shadowy blade cut through seven Abyss soldiers that were spread out in a seconds time.
"Prove to me, that the King of the Underworld isn't all talk," she finally said to Daikus, "And I'll prove to you, that there's plenty more power to be shoved into that body of yours."
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 15, 2011 18:49:05 GMT -5
"No problem." He responded to her comment about being careful, but her second comment maker him laugh inwardly trying so hard to not say any of the many, many things that were coming to his mind currently. But one thing did manage to escape his lips after they cracked a smirk.
"That sounds so dirty... and wrong..." He chuckled briefly before looking around. "There are prolly more archers, I'll start on taking them out so maneuvering around this place will be easier." He snapped his fingers and his aura increased, flowing off of him like flames from a fire, he had just entered his first devil trigger stage. "See ya on the other side." With that he was off, like a blur he bounded up and was gone, blood splattering from one rooftop then another and so on.
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 16, 2011 21:23:46 GMT -5
Yion's weapon formed from under his cloak, it was a massive pole arm that was covered in the same cybernetics that kept him alive. The blade of the pole arm could rival a bastard sword, while the staff was a little longer. When he swung said weapon, it cleaved large rows out of the Abyss elites.
Cyris moved into the battle at a walking pace watching the judgment around her assaulting the Abyss with tactics of shadow manipulation. She was very well pleased at the change of pace. And the Abyss began to lose moral. But the trap hadn't sprung yet. She wasn't in place.
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Post by World Master on Jan 17, 2011 13:19:15 GMT -5
She was wrong to believe that the troops within Beriths camp were that of the Elite class. They simply wore the armor of the elite, whilst the true trap had sprang as Yion moved into the camp. They simply aimed to kill one of Cyris's main hands, Alex, Exion, Yion, or Latest. Yion was present, his fall would cripple their advance for the moment.
And when he cleaved rows aside the beings known as the Elites tossed down smoke bombs into the playing field. They all jumped off the buildings like birds and disappeared within the smoke. Before Cyris would know it, the Abyss Elites began cutting down her own troops. One such group aimed for Daikus surrounding him and lashing out at him through the fog.
Cyris on the other hand was still outside of the smoke, and then it came. The sound of thunder.
"Darkbroode," The giant stood on the second story of the building on her left, "I see you too have decided to defy our treaty. You've brought annihilation onto your people. The other camps of Judgment have been wiped away, and now you hand yourself and your Lieutenants on a silver platter."
The giant stepped off the building and crashed into the ground on his feet bending his body to lessen the fall damage, "And so we meet. Leader of the Ajerians, and second in the Abyss. Be'lakor made a mistake, that you cannot force me to make." His massive sword came off his back into his hands, the giant flexed his fingers and advanced on her.
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Post by «Ðaikus» on Jan 18, 2011 9:26:16 GMT -5
(go ahead an skip me for a while currently busy in Body Count)
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 25, 2011 16:02:22 GMT -5
Cyris's eyes had a shimmering glow to them now as she look on to Berith and watched and listened. When he began to advance her way she spoke softly, "Stolas broke the treaty, and so you're presented with the most unfortunate way you'll die yet." Cyris pulled free the blade from her side. "Too bad for the Abyss, their strongest should fall along with the rest of the Generals whom fell today. Don't you feel it, Be'lakor, Kasdeya, Stolas, three generals in a day."
Yion's eyes went bright and changed to a deep blue. He saw the heat signatures through the fog and began gnawing away at the brunt of these assassins. The technology behind this Judgment was granted to him by the Ysabellian society, his weapon, most of his body, he was far superior than most judgment, but at the cost of his humanity.
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Post by World Master on Jan 25, 2011 16:07:37 GMT -5
“The prophet see’s them dying, along with Vetis, Adramalech, and all the other Abyss. We are but many in a vast army.” When he finished talking the beast of a demon was before Cyris. He was triple her height ten times her weight. A force of unmovable mass and truly the trump card within the abyss armada. Calm at first, then he roared out.
His massive blade swiped the ground she stood at driving her and stone into the air. The continued attack twisted his body driving the second swipe for the now airborne Darkbroode warrior. Yion would prove to be more than a challenge for the Assassins.
But they were numerous and while they had to keep battling the Elite forces of the Judgment, they still had more than any Cyris could bring to this party. Yion would soon find himself surrounded by a circle of assassins on all sides, no gaps, multiple of them lashing forward to take their trophy kill.
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Post by ¤Cyris¤ on Jan 25, 2011 16:23:28 GMT -5
She stood unexpecting this shift. But all the same once she was airborne it was easy for her to manipulate the rock and stone that was sent upward with her. Mentally she forced it all to the side where his blade was coming from, her feet pressed off of it as his blade smashed through the rock slowing his attack and allowing her that split second she needed to crash her blade into his and spin her like a top.
Her following "attacks" came rapidly with the motion he created, and the one she continued to fuel with her powers. At first her blade was simply lancing off his armor, but by the time she fueled energy into her twisting attacks she simply looked like a vortex that sliced chunks from his armor with each time she struck it.
Yion rolled forward seeing as it was the easiest way to move. He used his lanced against the assassin and threw him to the side colliding into a second assassin. His body twisted on the ground as if he was break dancing and this action kicked several assassins backward away from him. He lept from his back, onto his feet then drove forward with his lance pressing one of the Abyss assassins deep into the Earth of Argil. All at once electricity shot from this point frying the assassin and lancing out to the next that got close which lanced to the next, and eventually the entire circle of assassins were receiving 250,000 volts apiece.
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