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Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig)
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|Subject Post 1Subject: Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig) 8th June 2021, 02:06|| |
His back felt pierced by the heavy flames of that Shinigami’s kido spell. However, he seemed to barely resist it as it blasted him into the fray of Quincy that fired upon him and the Menos. Parts of his body flew off, but as he landed, his blade suddenly appeared beside him, and the Quincy that dared approach him was sliced asunder. Injury is buy a moment of respite from fighting for him as whatever damage that kido spell had done ceased to exist. With a dark smile, he disappeared into the debris that his Menos created.
He danced across the battlefield, a demented angel of death and destruction. Each cero fired, each particle of dust kicked up: it was all for his enjoyment. His enemies will notice their ranks thinning at a startling rate. As one person becomes obscured, his presence on the battlefield fades. Not even the cries of the damned could be heard over the music of war, in fact, some may say they complimented one another.
Yaksha would find his attack countering the Menos’ attack, but it did more than just that. It overpowered the Menos, dispatching its head from the rest of its body. With that done, the Menos fell to the ground, it’s body beginning to incinerate. At this, the demon threw his sword upwards into the sky, right at Alastair from one of the dust clouds. The sword was meant to dissect the man, but if it missed, it would continue sailing at an angle before falling and piercing the dying Hollow. Just like that, with a pulse, the Menos began to rejuvenate, its form resisting its own death as its mask regrew, and it rose once again. The demon would soon appear at its side once more, blood splattered on his red body.
“We have more guests.” He would comment as he turned his head to the approaching members of the other squads. Bravo 1 will find a battlefield soaked with blood and the ripped bodies of their comrades, the dust settling and revealing the scene to all. In actuality, only four people remained: Yaksha, Yugiri, Alastair (possibly), and Ira. Yaksha’s cry towards Jackson was wasted, for that man was one of the first to be felled by the demon, purposely.
“Welcome! Welcome! Even more lambs for the slaughter!” With a wicked laugh, the menos began firing more ceros into the area, lamenting the land with chaos.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig) 8th June 2021, 02:34|| |
"I'm not done with you!!"
To hell with stealth, she kicked off and chased him down to take advantage of her agility, footwork and overall speed with her shunko to augment it all. All she had to do was not get hit and hit him more, so far he hadn't demonstrated anything in the way of magic that suggested a lot of versatility in that area and she was going to take full advantage of it.
Her hand touched the flat of his sword, a small moment to prepare and send it staggering away with the sudden burst of outward force. Hopefully it would get sent flying out of his grip but he was pretty strong so she didn't count on it. An opening was nice though and so the tiny form of Yugiri sidestepped around his torso and underneath the arm she had just made fly away to put her palm on the side of his chest.
Her hand turned like she was turning a door knob and as her hand turned it would feel like she was trying to force his lungs and heart to turn over by following the motion of her hand and be crushed under the stress applied. Normally she'd need to grab him from both sides and pull outwards to try and play tug of war with the heart in an act reminiscent of opening a temple gate but Yugiri was bastardising it with shunko to try and get quick results.
She would dub this... Door Opening Palm later.
AS FAST AS LIGHTNING | END POST
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig) 8th June 2021, 05:10|| |
ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | STERNRITTER
It was Yaksha's cry, of all the things, that saved the Sternritter from a rather grisly end. His gaze turned haphazardly from the Menos and spotted the comically large weapon hurtling through the air toward him with enough time to react. His mouth hung agape for a split second, paused in the motion of responding to the hollow's question as he twisted in the air to face the oncoming blade, but no words came from his lips. Instead, grasping Falke with both hands in a similar manner as one might hold a baseball club, he swung the spirit bow with the intent to unleash an Entladungsstreik as soon as the weapons connected and send both parties scattering in opposite directions.
It did little to divert the demon's blade from its true course, still sailing forward into the midst of the fallen Menos, but it successfully propelled the Quincy away from it at an alarming pace. Alastair immediately realised he lacked the time to switch Blut from Arterie to Vene, though perhaps the former was what had provided him with the strength to withstand even a glancing blow in the first place, and so he impacted the ground nigh instantaneously and with little grace. The first bounce made a rather discomforting crunch, the second and third were mitigated somewhat by the Wolke that had taken just a moment too long to activate and he came to a sudden halt in a small crater amidst rubble within the storm.
Vision obscured by the dust cloud that surrounded him once more, Alastair took a long moment to reach out and regather his focus. The demon seemed to be temporarily occupied with butchering what remained of Delta 2 and Omega 3, that much was apparent from the cacophony of shortlived screams that echoed across the town square. He had not expected them to draw the demon's ire so soon into the battle, given the nature of his more impactful allies, but perhaps he and his men had just been in the way.
He was severely injured, that much went without saying, as a myriad of cuts and gashes now ran up the length of his body from the crash, but it was not like he could withdraw from the fight. For better or worse he was trapped on the field, so he resigned himself to that fate and muttered a quiet prayer that at least he might have the opportunity to do something more before he lost consciousness. Reaching a bloodstained hand toward the sky, he focused upon the Leiden Hant and mustered all the spiritual energy that he could. The channelling took precious moments, leaving the fight to his more experienced comrades, as Alastair called upon his Vollständig - Der Feuersouverän
- and an orange light shone from him that pierced through the haze of the fractured battlefield.
Rising like the mythical phoenix, a pair of vibrant wings lifted the sole surviving Quincy from the crater in which he had fallen. White flames licked at the wounds upon his skin, cauterising the worst of them, yet he hovered in place defiantly as reinforcements began to arrive.
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig) 8th June 2021, 11:18|| |
OPEN HER EYES
Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
Calypso was one of the frontrunners of the remains of Bravo and Omega, an angered expression on her face as they approached the carnage inflicted on the earth - diced, bloodied bodies lay everywhere, a Menos Grande's form was being restored by some kind of sword sticking out of it, and the bastard was right there, she could tell amongst the amount of people left. She didn't seem to pay attention to anyone else immediately anymore, rather her full attention was stitched to the one who truly, did not belong, busied by a smaller woman's attacks."Guests?"
The woman's voice would utter, however she sounded nowhere near like her typical self. The gentle, considerate Calypso was not here in this moment at all. Only one filled with righteous anger towards the demon they all targeted, yearning for justice for those who fell today, and a peaceful rest for those killed amongst the war."The only guest here, is you, and you're an awfully fucking uninvited one."
Caly wasn't just sitting at chatting, rather her energies were skyrocketing with her rising emotion, a reached hand manifesting a weapon - what looked initially to be a staff. Pure blood red had flooded her eyes as she swung it into a readying position, the form of the weapon drastically shaping - into that of a scythe, as reddish auras began emanating from her body. Her veins were on fire, her eyes burned, with hatred."Because.. If you're a Shadow Fall operative, your Queen told everyone like you to go back to your realm over a year ago..."
The clothing Calypso wore began melting away, drastically changing in shape, as her Alingana state manifested. It felt like that day down in Hell all over again to emerge into this form once again, adrenaline flowing through her, emotions heightening, the hellish influences on her body becoming more apparent by the second. Tracing the ground behind her with the hilt of her weapon, the demon would summon five hellish beasts, literally armed to the teeth with organic appendages, large claws, and gnashing sharp teeth - they weren't the smartest or strongest, but at the very least it's something to make up for their dwindling forces."Go help."
With a simple point of a scythe at the Menos coupled with the command, the beasts eagerly ran off to fulfill their master's wishes, even if it ends in their demise - they ran off to begin attacking the larger being like a pack of excited dogs going for a shred of meat. With that done, her attention was drawn back to the demon, her heightened emotions causing a cruel grin to cross her features as she readied her position,"And if you're just a rogue little piece of garbage who thinks it's acceptable to desecrate the grounds of a tragedy for some fucked up plaything science experiment, then you're nothing but a louse waiting to be plucked."
With a hard push to get her going, along with her energies running wild, she bolted directly into the action, before appearing right by the demon with the blade of the scythe positioned in a spear-like position, prepared to stab,"Either way... You're hopelessly lost."
An angry, joyful laugh would leave her lips as she would then move to stab the demon in the neck with all her might, hands tightly gripped around the weapon will full intent to kill.
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|Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig) 12th June 2021, 06:45|| |
Yaksha, The Überseele
The demon continued to cavort about, making a ridiculous nuisance of himself as he went. Under any other circumstances Yaksha would've been perfectly happy to play geurilla tactics with this would-be tempter, but right now of all times he had too much at stake; he had revealed himself and declared himself ally to the Vandenreich, so that meant he needed to take this operation at least as seriously as they had. And beyond that, he had been spending quite too much time examining a realm that was eerily similar to the place where this creature had created his would-be lab.
To imagine that he had overlooked something this ostentatious? That he had an opportunity to do something about this before it had ever escalated, and had failed so profoundly? It ate at him, irked him, made him want to tear his own hair out. But there was no particularly good outcome from letting himself get that worked up, and there was enough on his plate already to keep him busy. Yaksha was waist-deep in the primordial soup of the soul, swimming in a pool of ink that threatened to stain his alabaster hide and leave him touched by it. Even just remembering his own name right now was like trying to do complex arithmetic while juggling using his pectoral muscles.
His angelic form turned towards Alistair, watching as he unleashed his own Vollstandig; something far more regal and deserving of the term than Yaksha's pitiful changing of masks, he felt. But even so, he needed to make a point, that he was not here in his -own- capacity as a hollow. Today, he was a subordinate to a greater cause, a peer to the one who stood defiant against an absolute fucking chode of a creature, that was even now spewing such stereotypical bullshit as "lambs to the slaughter."
He didn't bother to ask whether Alistair was still up to fighting, or to repeat his question or request from a moment ago. It was true that Alistair was the one present who he felt he could most easily rely on to make good use of his specific talents, and to turn what would otherwise have been an absolute joke into a trump card. Instead he simply inhaled slowly, watching the wounds recede, before speaking in that same cool, dispassionate tone."Commander?"
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|Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig) 16th June 2021, 14:03|| |
Saisei Satō | Lookin' For His Place In Life
While their arrival wasn't exactly timely, Bravo 1 had found themselves in the thick of it far quicker than any of the group could have expected. Delta 2 and Omega 3 were scare forms of their previous selves, the battlefield a bit of a mess compared to where Omega squad had ventured from. Nevertheless, those left alive were a bit over their heads it seemed. With little to no command on the ground now, Saisei assumed he would have to do his best and take part in whatever strategy his seniors saw fit.
Well, that was until he sat and listened to the constant bellowing of each member across the battlefield. The Vandenreich were in a bit of a pickle. Lots dead, potentially even more on the way. Not much they could do but face a threat head on with the lack of serious ground. Fortunately for the young recruit, the current situation definitely left the ball in his court.
Before Saisei had any real chance to cringe at Calypso's rather righteous way of speaking, a bright orange light pierced the sky from a nearby crater. Now, though he wasn't the brightest, Saisei could tell the Quincy release from a mile away. Hangin' around the Vandenreich had its perks, especially when his current goal focused so much on the training of Quincy as a whole. Given its color, the boy could also assume that it was likely the only fiery-colored individual he knew could potentially be on the battlefield still.
Without hesitation, he moved across the battlefield towards the beacon of light he was so heavily focused on. If Alistair was still alive he'd have some sense of the situation. As much information as possible would help them aid the remaining members still kickin' in the mission. Not just that, Saisei had a bit of a soft spot for his superior after their first encounter. After all, he was one of the few that believed he might have some sense of use when it came to being a Quincy.
Skidding to a halt, the recruit readied himself for whatever his newfound commander had in store. Though Calypso and Yaksha kept him on his toes, their help was more than appreciated given that everyone had found themselves either dead or stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Not much for words, especially when somethin' annoyin' like this is gonna be the objective at hand. Any plans, Commander? I'm yours to use. Rather keep as many alive as possible though, obviously."
Saisei spoke candidly, even if he had just emerged to this battle, his intent was clear. He didn't know the plan nor the situation at hand, anything was better than running full force at somethin' he doesn't know anything about.
"Fill me in. What the hell happened? Short and sweet, if you can."
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