God Bless the Ring

[Daemon]

Fenrir had kept his eyes on the sky ever since he saw that meteor crash onto Sengo. It was lucky he did, as he just managed to get out of the way of the impact of one. He looked at the impact zone, and let out a sigh of relief. He got his sword ready and walked towards the fire demon. Suddenly another meteor landed right behind him, the impact sending him flying forward, his face hitting the dirt, as he soon found himself spitting out dirt clods. He growled, as he got back to his feet. Now not to far away from the Fire Demon, Fenrir leaped into the air, letting his sword lead the way, but also pulled out MorrowWak, cracking it straight at the fire demon as he drew in close. If the whip missed then he would be able to adjust his sword.

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Darrell jumped over the attacking blade from the ground, as he stabbed his one sword forward, while having his other sword come down upon his newest foe. Darrell didn't like it when enemy allies saved their comrades. It was an annoyance to him, as it only forced him to take longer in the killing of both of them. No matter...

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Daemon's bones cracked, and he grew. His body grew in height, and his wounds seemed to close. With his now heightened hearing, he heard three shots ring out clearly. His snout soon formed, and his eyes became yellow. His chest puffed out, and his hands became claws. His feet became padded, and a tail sprouted out from his back. His groans turned into growls, as in a second he on his belly and kicking up dirt, as he ran away from this she vampire. He turned around, skidding, digging a track into the dirt. He still had his long sword with him, as it was now clasped in his claw.

Daemon: "Come and get me."

Daemon's human voice was now a distorted growling voice of a wolf.

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Zak's long sword bounced off the still strong metal wires. he let out a roar, as he stabbed his flaming sword at the wires, the flames growing hotter as his frustration and anger did. The wires would eventually melt away, and then Zak's fiery sword would embed itself into the chest of this lighting mage, ending Zak's temporary frustration.

This post has been edited by Trevlac on Jun 4 2007, 08:04 PM

[Trevlac]

Sharp bones slipped gracefully through Bellatrix's flesh under her fur,making deep gashes, then the whip receded and tore the meat from her bones like a Thanksgiving turkey. She moaned in pleasure, for Trevlac had taught her masochism. To return the favor, her flaming claws made a flurry of uncountable swipes at her enemy as she had leaped the distance effortlessly closing in.

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Daisuke had enough mobility to do what he thought had to be done. A chill came across him, ironically for he believed he was "the chill", as his resolve set in. The sword of the foe closed in on Trevlac and his master was still recovering from the last straining attack. Dai whirled around on his heel, putting him in front of Trevlac...and the sword. It plunged the depths of his heart and extruded from him all of his arterial blood in barely an instant. Trevlac's face was coated in vitae. Daisuke embraced the cold for his last time...

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Keima twirled about, bouncing toward his attacker with every swing. "This really is fun, you know!" each time he twirled, his defensive push he would give became stronger, as he gained momentum. When the bolt struck his enemy, Keima laughed and turned to run. "Run run as as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the lightning man! Haaaaaaahahahahahah!"

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Cleanly coated with several gallons of Daisuke's blood had triggered a switch inside of Trevlac's mind. The one he kept off at all times. The one which held the chained up jester, the fool, and the hatter. His evil trinity long since tamed was now set free. "I BID THEE WELCOME, SAID THE JESTER TO THE HATTER. PLEASE SIT AT MINE TABLE AND DRINK OF MINE WINE." He shouted at Darrell in a shrill and joyful voice. He stood stark-erect with his bloody arms out, his red face contorting and twisting his white-blue eyes and white teeth into a wretched smile. Trevlac pulled the limp form of Daisuke up to his face and looked into his eyes. Then he turned the corpse around to Darrell and said, "Aww, look at him. He's so sweet! Just look at the way his head bobs when he sleeps." and he shook the stuffing out of Dai and threw the corpse at Darrell's feet. "Despite everything you've done to him, he still loves him. You're a bad bad bad bad baaaad father!" And Trevlac gave a little "tee-hee" before pulling out a Zweihander and a giant falchion.

Running, crying, laughing, and singing "Twinkle twinkle little star" while swinging madly, Trevlac let loose a hellish barrage of never-ending and never-ceasing attacks upon his student's murderer.

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Three bullets entered through the head of Alice Eisbrecher. She fell over like a finely-dressed rag doll. Getting up almost immediately, Alice knew the speech portion of her brain had been disrupted when she attempted to mock her unseen enemy and could not remember how to make sounds. She knelt and began to cry.

[Ordin]

A grimace contorted Gregory's face. There was no mistaking it, all three of his bullets tore through the little girl's head and yet she wasn't dead. She gripped the sides of her head, doubled over, and appeared to be weeping. He sniffed and stared at her through the scope of his rifle.

"Remember, Gregory," Ordin said, finally speaking up after a long time "she's a vampire. She won't be so easily to kill. Keep at it; even they're mortal. Remove the head or destroy the heart."

With this forgotten knowledge awakened inside of Greg. With a grunt he aimed at her again, placing the crosshair along the right side of her neck. He fired a ling of shots--five--across it, making sure to keep the number of rounds left in his magazine scored.

"Nineteen," he thought.

Removing the head of an opponent so far away was a surgical procedure, but Gregory was one of the most accurate marksmen Ordin had ever come into contact with. Even more-so than himself, and that was really saying something. Although, he was still an amateur in his techniques and when he made a mistake they were large.

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Ordin drew a revolver from it's holster as Gregory was still aligning his shots and took a short stroll across the cliff. He descended into a small but deep ditch full of overgrown foliage and emerged from the other side picking leaves and twigs from his hair. He plucked a small black garter snake from his shoulder and grinned toothily at it. It flicked its blue tongue at him in a futile attempt to look menacing. The Judas Priest plopped it down on the brim of his fedora and knelt low.

He place the iron sights of the gun upon the girl Gregory was trying to kill. He took aim at about as close to her heart as he could manage from here and fired. As he did five more shots run out--no doubt Gregory firing off more than necessary.

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Priest laughed heartily and dashed towards Fenrir as he soared through the air at him. He fired a round from one of his sawn-offs and dove down in an attempt to roll under the fool and come out behind. With his free hand he drew a finger or two across the dry grass, causing a streak of flame to open behind him, connecting to and feeding the flames that began to engulf them.

The fire demon would be perfectly safe, though; he could direct flames at will. Fenrir, although, did not seem to possess the same ability.

[Trevlac]

//Drizzt quit and therefore his characters are under Admin control\\

Fenrir had taken so many gashes from Bellatrix's claws and burn wounds that his mind distracted him from other enemies. Enemies like the insane pyronautic Priest who lit the entire field on fire. A last hay maker claw to the chest and Fenrir was sent through the air into the charbroiling fire. As his flesh bubbled and burned away, he fought the screams that welled up in his throat.

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The lightning bolt simply turned the once valiant warrior Zak into a fine pink mist. Keima laughed sycophantically and closed in on Trevlac's location...only to find the horror of the Trevlac they knew only in their nightmares. Keima's good mood was instantly ruined, he was more afraid of Trevlac, his mentor, than any possible enemy on the field.

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Darrel was taken by such surprise from the relentless brute strength possessed by a feathery and feminine vampire such as his foe that he did not guard with all of his might. Even doubling up after the first three hits did not seem to help. His blade was bending more and more with each impeccably quick and powerful swing. At long last the blade catapulted forward with enough momentum to snap, sending shards of sword into Trevlac and Darrel. Unfortunately for Darrel, his eyes caught the pieces and he became blind. The mad vampire before him continued unabated and unflinchingly with his fiendish punishment on the now-defenseless Darrel until all that was left in his place were a few small chunks of shiny red meat.

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Alice regained her composure rather quickly and stood stark straight in an attempt to identify the location of her enemy. Doing so caused the five bullets aimed at her head's previous location to shatter pieces of her pelvis. He screamed in agony and fell straight to the ground. She then felt her throat bleeding. A single shot from a bullet of a different caliber had penetrated where she would be and not where she was. Only someone who could predict that she would stand up, and knocked completely back down again could have managed an expert shot like that.

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"Aye, a shinin' moonlit night it be. Lesse what the scoundrels think of ol' Capn' Gloum. I think it be time for a wee bit o' the old Ultraviolence"
The demonly voice was too low to carry very far. A man twice as tall as any normal man and three times as broad stood in raggedy brown sailing coats and a hat. He had a black crow perched upon his shoulder with glowing red eyes. He addressed the bird, "Moar, I be havin' a job fer you. Carry this into the center thar with allathem fire freaks an' drop it on their headsies." squawk Moar replied in agreement.

The Captain withdrew the soon-to-be flown object, a bottle of Lord Calvert whiskey, and popped the cork for a little drink of it. He then added a few liquids from different bottles in his enormous coat and sealed it with wax, adding a fuse to the cork. The crow exhibited great strength for something so small as it carried the Molotov cocktail into the center of the valley far from Gloum.

With agility surprising for a man so huge, Gloum retrieved an old-style shotgun and loaded shot, wadding, and black powder into it. He packed it well and brought it up to his eye. Taking aim at one of the edge snipers with a bald head near an outcropping, he fired the powerful beast of a rifle and quickly dove for the ground without taking notice where the shot landed.

The captain smiled. "It's ta be a hidin' go seekn' match now me hearties. Yo ho!"