Wütende Engel

[Ordin]

A thin wispy layer of fog soaked the black city streets, creating their own gray glow and giving contrast to the gathering concrete giants. A bolt of lightning split the patter of rain and blasted a hole through the blanket. Out of the sea rose an immense steel figure, a cruel skull face jutting from between two monstrous shoulder-mounted machine guns. Black blood spattered its terrible arms and bits of flesh and intestines were frozen with ice to its claws. The sound of its movement through the empty city streets was muffled by the roar of rain and constant wild crack of thunder. A maul followed in its wake; illuminated by the bone-white chill of the moon.

A sense of purpose guided its emotionless body. Destruction and the scent of death clung to it, seeping out in all directions. A swirling river in the distance caught its attention, turning east it slipped between two buildings and disappeared once again into the billowing fog.
...

Ordin unfolded an umbrella, looking sheepishly into the heavy rain, and placed it over his head. It tottered amongst the rushing gales, but he managed to stay mostly dry, except for the ends of his pants, which were black with water that had flooded over the curb and down the sidewalk like a long, coiling snake. With a heavy sigh, he began his trek down the treacherous city streets.

The occasional car rumbled sleepily down the street, their bright headlights barely clearing five feet through the thick soup that encased everything. He stumbled slightly and wiped his nose; he had been drinking most of the day and was ridiculously drunk. What appeared to be a SWAT van crossed between two buildings down a fork in the road, worried his arsenal of weapons would be seen he buttons his coat up and trudged on.

A bird on a chair he thought.
Singing, singing, about love.
Flutters to the pan. he finished and snickered.

Bright lights broke the darkness ahead of him as a rather large something stepped into the light of the moon. His woozy eyes were blasted, causing him to fault. What the hell was that?

...

Thanatos stopped, spying a green Volkswagen. The driver's eyes widened, staring helplessly at the beast that towered over him. Huge, bladed pincers closed upon the tiny import car, lifting it some twenty feet in the air. With but a flick of his wrist he sent it hurtling through the air and into the window of a second, floor bistro. Probably where the driver worked.

Wish a crash glass mixed with the blasting rain and fell to the ground like feathers. Catching his breath, Ordin dove into an alleyway and vomited.

This post has been edited by Ordin on Aug 15 2007, 06:36 PM

[Trevlac]

A wheezing noise wretched its way through the stillborn air. The heavy moisture-ridden fug was doing wonders for Trevlac's asthma; he feared an attack even. Not the owner of such luxuries as umbrellas and golf carts, the young vampire had unashamedly removed his leather skirt (showing his unmentionables and boots) and tied it around his head. Muffled bullets of rain pattered the surface of his leather and his arm muscles were tensing up from having to hold the skirt aloft. Such a droll day; but of course when one thinks of how bad one has it, Murphy's Law has a way of showing one humility by making things exponentially worse.

This came in the form of a few patterned creaking and groaning sounds. Somewhere a wrecking ball was crying out in agony and complimentary; a house was screaming its death throes. Or was it the ground that was screaming, shuddering with each groaning slam of the wrecking ball somewhere in the distance? No sooner had the grumpy vampire tried tuned out the construction (or destruction rather) in the background, had the task become much more difficult to do. The groanings and clankings were becoming much louder and inconsistent. The earth was shaking phenomenally, ready to open it's mighty maw and swallow humanity whole.

A muddy child playing in the street fell straight on his ass when the loudest (and by now quite scary) metal screeching sound thundered through the downpour. He began to cry and his mother, dressed in a soaking white blouse, her nipples showing unabashedly through, snatched him up and carried him into the warm orange glow of their wooden house. It must be nice to have parents. Trevlac thought almost in disgust. Someone to protect you, like an angel...

It was on this last word that he witnessed the most breathtaking and heart-stopping monstrosity; what must have been thirty feet of pure ravaged steel with bits of death clung to the bars towered over the house with the orange glow and the muddy ass-child and the wet nipple-mother. With an almighty roar it hurled a truck-sized hammer into the back window. Trevlac heard screams and "...No! Not my little angel! Take me instead!"

Taking his skirt off of his mangled hair and belting it back around his waist, Trevlac began to slowly soak from the pitiless rain. He knew that the mere mortal weapons he carried would bode no aid if he were to take on a metalized behemoth. He would have to resort to those arcane arts which had served him for the many years of his adventures. Changing neither the expression on his face as he smelled vomit nearby, nor the tenseness of his muscles, Trevlac stretched out a hand toward the beast and closed his eyes. He felt the rain, became one with it, asked its permission to communicate with it. When the millions of droplets of water responded affirmatively, he beckoned them to him, drawing a wave of rain toward his hand. Then he asked the wind to calm and it did so. His hand began to go numb at the fingertips; he knew the frost spell was working.

Now he had a million icy bullets and a towering wall of frosted armor. Let the games begin.

[Ordin]

Smiling and wiping his mouth, Ordin slowly stood up. He was now drenched, his coat extremely uncomfortable, and had no idea where his umbrella was. Not that he cared, he was too drunk to care. He wobbled a bit, the earth spun around him. Suddenly his legs gave out under him, at first causing him to think he was too drunk to walk, but then an explosion rocked the air and thoughts of the demonic crunching machine of death he saw only moment earlier sprouted in his mind.

Drawing a revolver and walking shakily, he stalked to the corner and peaked around. Nothing. Well, nothing but a couple of charred, broken bodies, and a green Volkswagen impaled through a bistro. Another crash. He followed the sound as well as he could.

The towering buildings split away to a green residential area. Or, it would have been green if it wasn't being pummeled by icy rain and swathed in a dense cloak of fog. A blue streak of lightning shot through the dark sky again, illuminating the houses. That's when he saw it, between the trees, standing over a crumpled house like a rapist over his victim. That mechanical monster armed with a maul.

He took off through the field and the earth spun around him with even more fury. The rain blinded him and his clumps of hair--not used to this new sensation of "water"--gagged him. More than once he had to stop and kneel before continuing, at once he decided this was by far the worst day he could've chosen to drink--even if it was in the middle of a depression induced binge.

Finally, he was quite close to the monster. He ducked inside a ditch separating the property from a expanse of grass and watched. What the fuck was it doing here? Was it looking for something? He couldn't attack it head on--magic. He held his hand flat, aimed towards the beast. As soon as it presented itself from around the house he would blast it.

But the earth continued spinning. A bit of vomit choked him from his run, but he swallowed it.

[Trevlac]

A metalized roar penetrated the rain and burned in Trevlac's chest. Able to stand waiting no longer, he compelled the iced rain bullets to form into seamless platforms leading to the top of the orange glow house. The vomit smell more intense now, he rushed to climb the slippery platforms to escape its putrid odor, slipping and bashing his knee with a resounding crack on the edge of the ice. Trevlac almost lost all balance but he carefully hoisted himself back up, gloved fingers digging into the surface of the ice until they were numb. Finally, and with tremendous effort, he swung his unhurt leg over the top and wrenched atop the platform where he stood, breathing hard and sweating despite the biting cold.

Limping and harrowed by the ice climb, Trevlac withdrew his zwiehander and touched it from the tip to the hilt, where a blue glow appeared. He threw the two handed sword in front of him where it crashed to the ice and mate frost glitter into the air. It was immediately clear why he had thrown it uselessly to the ground when a giant bolt of lightning hammered into the sword and diffused into the area of the blue glow where it simply burned and crackled and occasionally a small bolt would stray out and snap backward. Trevlac casually picked it up after limping over to it and held it high as he stepped onto the roof of the rip-torn house. Determination and vengeance were in his eyes and he knew only one thing; the metal demon in his immediate vicinity must be ripped into thousands of tiny pieces of shrapnel for the sake of peace and self-honor.

In one moment, Trevlac leaped into the air, aided by vampiric celerity, and rammed the crackling blade of his bi-hander into the monstrosity's left chain gun arm. The arm grew white hot from the burning of the electricity, and the whole left side of the creature sparkled from the metal conduction. After only a few seconds, the chain gun arm began to glow light blue also. Apparently angered, the beast wrenched free the sword and chucked it with great force at Trevlac, simultaneously bringing down the towering great maul upon his head. It was with great regret for this action that Trevlac dove off the roof of the house, landing with a painful snap on his already injured leg, and caught the zwiehander (almost by the dangerous million-volt blade) in both hands and grunted as he used it as a pivot to stand up again, burning a black hole in the grass. The smell of singed plant leaped at his nose, playing smoke into his eyes, and he regretted ever deciding to journey to Los Angeles.

[Shrapnel Gray]

A loud bang shook the walls of the gun store, causing Luna to fall forwards before steadying herself on the display case. "That came from next door!" she thought to herself as she quickly picked up her guitar case and slung it over her back, running outside to check the scene. As she pushed the door open, she was greeted by the sight of a green car impaled through the glass of the shop beside her own. Another loud bang brought her attention to the gigantic beast that had just brought itself through a window in the wooden house down the street. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck." Luna repeated over and over again in her head, knowing this wouldn't end well.

The large metal monstrosity roared as it threw a sword at a man who was down. Surprisingly, he caught it and brought himself back up. Luna looked at the beast once more. "bullets won't work." she figured. "Perhaps I can bring it down with something more suited for this situation." She concluded as she put the guitar case down on the sidewalk. The woman closed her eyes as she stood in the middle of the road. She then held out her arms, chanting in an unknown language. A ball of energy appeared in front of her, glowing with bright light. As it was glowing, the walls of stores on each side shook, small bullets quickly ejected from the buildings at a quick pace. Pieces of metal.

The metal pieces added themselves to the ball, covering it's blinding light. As she continued to do this, adding more pieces to the ball, her skin felt cold and numb. Her hair swayed as now the force drawing into this ball was strong, ripping the metal from nearby cars, sewer grates, and even traffic lights. The ball was now monstrous, easily 15 feet high as it pulled another car into it's mass of metal. Finally, the ball slammed down into the ground, sending chunks of road and rock in every direction. The shifting pieces of the ball now stopped shifting as it took shape. It now stood about 30 feet tall. Humanoid and yet, not. It's body consisted of many spiked shards of scrap metal, welded together from the inside. It had no head, but sticking from it's chest was the remains of one of the cars it absorbed. The body of the car was crushed inside of the mass of metal but it's front was still in fairly good condition.

The head lights of the car turned on as the mass of metal lumbered towards the rival mass of metal. "Alright" Luna thought to herself. "Time to fight metal with metal".

This post has been edited by Shrapnel Gray on Aug 19 2007, 02:59 AM

[Ordin]

Wales almost faltered when he saw a figure--encased in what appeared to be ice--leap from the ground as if shot out of a cannon and attack the giant robot with a wild glowing blade. There was something familiar about the movements of the blur, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Through the ripping sound of the storm and crackle of thunder above the priest had not heard the sound of the golem that formed some thirty yards behind him. Though if he had he probably would have thought it to be the first beast's ally. Dragging his arms upward as if he was a conductor amidst a swelling cacophony, dozens of twenty foot sharpened stakes erupted from the ground around Thanatos, stabbing into whatever holes they could find; attempting to pin him down.

[Trevlac]

It's a funny thing, when one thinks they are alone, battling their inner demons they always find through serendipity that they had the support of many others among them all along. Such eureka moments can hold great weight on a man, but none so much as when a thirty foot pile of metallic junk materializes in your peripheral vision from the power of a chubby chick. Those are the kinds of things that make you stop what ever you might be doing and stare, mouth gaping, at the new phenomenon.

It was no different for Trevlac, and as he gaped with his maw open he considered the possibility that he could sit this one out. And as he crouched on the wet grass, he witnessed the beast creak and grind in a way that sounded like "I am Thanatos. Destroy." Which, if it were true, meant he was a demon and the giant maul he was swinging at the iron golem which was just summoned was going to devastate the pile of scrap. Quick as a flash, Trevlac bounded up on the ice again, almost slipping but not losing his footing, and realizing what he had summoned upon the demon before almost too late, jumped backward as a bolt of pure white lightning hammered the left arm where the blue glow resided and sent Thanatos into a berserker's rage. Not able to understand where the mauling bolt had come from and why his left arm had been blasted off, he charged, insane, at his nearest target; the iron golem, swinging the hammer wildly.

Acting quickly and pushing past the pain in his knee, Trevlac sprinted with extra celerity across the roof of the house and beckoned his summoned water drops into a great glacier wall only feet in front of the monstrosity. Thanatos, unable to stop from his momentum, crashed into the wall of ice and cracked it, falling backward and hammering onto the ground. Rain and chipped ice flew in all directions. All the metal on its body was dripping and he punched a fist into the ground, instantly raising him to his feet again. With one mighty sweep from its maul, the whole wall was shattered into car-sized chunks which were turning clear from the pounding of the rain. They burst into houses and businesses, destroying windows and whole walls. One chunk landed on a Lamborghini and Trevlac knew the owner of the car (probably a callous materialistic man) would be saddened by the pitiful state of his crunched scrap.

"Huh, it appears that even metal cannot move if it is frozen." Trevlac said to himself rather since no one was around, the car had given him an idea and the thought might be the pinnacle of this bout. Crossing his arms, he imagined a cold and warm front intersecting just above Thanatos, coalescing into a swirling vortex of doom. All at once, the power of the wind was realized as a full-force tornado was created inches from his feet. In Thanatos's distraction with an unkillable force of nature, Trevlac began to concentrate. His next attack would freeze the beast permanently but it required so much concentration and so much water, he could not afford to make a mistake.