God Bless the Ring

[Trevlac]

Fate rests in the hands of the world's superhuman beings. They are gifted with incredible powers and weapons and stand now in the valley of Megiddo. The grassy infinite plains of this Armageddon. The depth of the valley gives it the feel of having walls of greenery, a battle arena. A ring. God Bless the Ring.

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A cross-legged sit, there, a man in meditation for the fight to come. He quells the butterflies in his chest. Controls his chakra. Calms his raging sandstorm mind. He is Trevlac, a vampire who has witnessed much horror up to this point.

A flock of people, faces untellable from their distance, stand beside, behind, and against him and their armies.
"Heh, let the games begin I guess." he said, standing on his feet. His muscles creaked and joints popped from their stasis. Trevlac withdrew a .454 caliber Casull revolver and a giant Zweihander. He was ready to die.

[Daemon]

A silver haired man leaped out from the massed crowd of people, great Nerocron in his hand, the bane of the goblinoid race raised high above his head. He brought it down upon the blond haired man, the green hue fiercened by his battle rage, as he came flying back down to the earth with thew eight of gravity upon his shoulders. In one great slash he missed the man, and pulled his sword back for a learing stab as he hammered into the ground, the dirt being pounded in a foot deeper, as Fenrir turned the angle of his sword up higher, aiming for this man's chest.

[Trevlac]

Alice was too loyal to her man to allow someone to hurt him. She withdrew her meat cleaver and butcher knife and stood beside him. A flick of her wrist during the first attack by the invader had her cast Dim Vision on themselves. Hopefully he would miss...

Ah, he missed.

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Trevlac was not one to be attacked a second time, he had still been fuzzy-brained from his meditation but now adrenaline was pumping but yet there was no sound and he was oddly calm. Having Alice and his students by his side was soothing. He rolled away from the obvious next attack and shouted to his subordinates; "Keima, time to go to work. Daisuke, do your thing. Miss Fahrenheits, roast him."

Trevlac withdrew from the fight with Alice. He wanted to see if his new students could handle it alone.

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Bellatrix Fahrenheits lit her fingernails on fire with a zippo lighter and walked forward casually. A puff of fire welled up behind her and she grew an orange flaming tail.

Daisuke Itsuru readied his stance by withdrawing three shuriken and crating a small glass dome.

Keima Kirameki laughed maniacally and readied his almost invisible metal wires. A storm was brewing overhead - no doubt his doing.

[Daemon]

Fenrir reared his sword back and slashed forward at firey figernailed harpie, intentionally missing, but spinning as he launched himself forward, meaning to slash at the back of this mean fire witch.

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Daemon took scope up with his PSG-1, taking his limited time to take a very careful and precise aim between the fire witch's eyes. He was ready to leap out of the way of an attack sne this way, from any direction. He just wished he had as much backup as the man weilding the giant sword did.

[Duo Galanodel]

Watching in silence from afar, Sengo smirks as the battle begins to unfold. He moves swiftly from his resting position, reading the movements of the advancing armies. Shaking his head, he pulls forth his Nodachi, "Bishu Osafune Norimitsu," and rushes into the fray.

He breaks the rear guard of the closest army merely by ramming them from behind. As they fall, he continues over them, bringing a single swipe forward as one general turns to witness his body being cleaved in half by Sengo's great weapon. With his death cry he alerts the others who swiftly turn upon the man.

"Come now, show me the spirit of fighting you possess and know honor."

With a mighty battle cry, he sets forth making his way to the center of the battlefield.

This post has been edited by Duo Galanodel on May 22 2007, 09:32 PM

[Trevlac]

It wasn't Bellatrix that blocked it, she had no weaponry or defensive capabilities; Daisuke with his protective glass bubble had instantly jumped in front of her. The sword clinged against the glass, scraping of little shavings and making it look like a reversed snowglobe.

"I believe it's my turn, sir." Bellatrix said nonchalantly."A shaking in the ground followed by a fissure of hot liquid-magma was erupting from the earth into a small mound. The miniature volcano erupted sending smoke, ash, and lava in all directions. Daisuke was protected by his glass while Keima was far away enough to only receive a facefull of ash.

During the confusion, Keima brought forth a mighty bolt of lightning straight down where the attacker was after the volcano erupted. "With enough luck, both attacks hit the fellow."

[Daemon]

Continuing with the momentum of his spinning attack, Fenrir was no longer close ranger to his attacker, but he was still close enough for the shockwave of the thunderbolt to hammer him with the aftershcok of the blast. Fenrir was sent flying backwards. The attack saved him however, as he had been sent quite the distance away from the miniature valcano that had formed. He quickly pulled his claok up to cover his face from the ash that had started to rain down upon. He spat on the ground.

Fenrir: "I hate spellcasters."

Fenrir got back to his feet, as he pulled MorrowWak. The gianl spinal cord coiled on the ground, as Fenrir lashed it up into the air, as he held Nerocron in his other hand. He charged forward, spinning the deadly spinal cord whip in the air. Using his agility, he leaped off the ground, and soared above the heads of Bellatrix and Daisuke, lashing MorrowWak out at them, its sharpened bone pines bouncing off the surface. Fnerir expected as much, as he landed right infront of the glass orb. Letting out a vicious battle cry, he stabbed his sword into the globe, hoping it would break.

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Coming from the sky, Zak spread his demonic batwings, holding his rather large boardsword with both hands. He soared down heading for the lone man who had summoned the loighting. Letting out a fierce and inhuman cry, raised his great boardsword and slashed it at Keima.

[Trevlac]

It must be an odd situation... Kiema thought, for this man was now clutching a blade which appeared to be held back by thin air. Keima's arms were outstretched and appeared to be grabbing something, which a flash of lightning revealed to be high-tensile wire. He gave a smirk and moved circularly, releasing the defense of the wires. Quickly, he unleased a jolt of electricity that flew from the air in the shape of a bird toward the opponent.

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Unsurprisingly, Daisuke heard a large crunch and then an earsplitting shatter as his dome became a hundred pieces in front of him. Moving quickly, Dai released all of the shuriken he had withdrawn at his foe and with his hands now free, formed hand seals that caused the ground to become wet...and wetter. A pool of water flowed beneath all of the combatants which was now being siphoned into the air. A second set of hand seals froze it instantaneously. It was now a giant concave lens of ice floating above the battlefield. Dai winked at Keima who had just summoned a lightning bird.
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Bellatrix stood and yawned with her flaming hand near her mouth. She wiped the soft creamy ashes from her face with her bra - she had just taken it off under her shirt - and now tossed it aside.

[Daemon]

Pulling up MorrowWak, Fenrri quickly lashed it, blocking two of the thrown shuriken. However the third got past the whip reletively easily. Fenrir quickly pulled up his arm to block his face, as the third shuriken embedded itself into his forearm. Grinding his teeth, Fenrir pulled out the shuriken, and dropped it to the ground. As Daisuke looked over at Kiema, Fenrir reared MorrowWak back, and lashed it out at Daisuke. The whip made out of a frost giants spinal cord soared quickly through the air between the two men and meant to wrap itself around Daisuke, letting its spiked edges tear into his flesh, as Fenrir would then yank back on the whip and bring Daisuke to him. That would be when he finished him off with Nerocron. The green blade glowed hungrilly, knowing it would soon feat on flesh.

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The glass finally being broken, Daemon's shot would now be un obscurred by the glass protection. Re-adjusting him aim, he put the fire witch inbetween his crosshairs, pulled back on his hair trigger. Without looking to see if the bullet hit its target, Daemon grabbed his PSG-1 and quickly took flight down the small hill he had taken up as a perch. He quickly ducked behind a large rock embedded into the ground at the bottomf of the hill. A second later he leaped out from behind that rock, almost kneeling down, as he quickly travelled to annother rock, quite far away from where he first fired the shot, and quickly set up his gun again, this time aiming at Daisuke. Not taking as much time to aim at Daisuke as he did with Bellatrix, Daemon quickly fired another shot,before strapping his PSG-1 to his back, pulling out his long sword, and keeping his free hand close to his Remington 1100

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Zak quickly fallped his wings, soaring high into the air, then preformed a back flip in mid air, dodging the thunder bird, and making a nose dive for the ground. He quickly pulled out, only inches above the ground. He soared in closer to this man who could summon electricty, and put away his broadsword, pulling out hiw two long swords. He flew in close and took one slash with his right hand, and a powerful stab with his left hand.

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[Trevlac]

When the thunderbird missed its target, Keima smirked. He fell for it. The bird looped back around and hovered midair over the giant ice lens. A ray of light was focused straight down by the lens, and the smell of burning grass was evident. It suddenly focused so powerfully that a deep hole in the ground burned away all at once. Dai, taking his cue focused himself on directing the lens toward Zak, who had just been blocked again by Keima's wires.

A shot was heard, a black flash appeared in front of Bellatrix, as if her surprise was physically manifested. She was bleeding very hard from the throat. She tried to sigh, but the bullet had destroyed her air passageways. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh and she ripped her clothes off in a feral fit of rage. standing completely nude, bleeding profusely, and her orange-red hair growing longer, the flaming tails erupting into two, three; now the same orange-red hair was growing out of her arms and legs. Four tails, five. Her teeth lengthened and her eyes narrowed. Six tails, seven. Her pubic hair lengthened, obscuring her bottom and chest. Eight tails, fox-like ears replaced her own human ones; nine tails, she grew to an enormous size. No longer bleeding, but a giant red, flaming kyuubi. She pounded after Fenrir who had made for Daisuke. Standing in front of where the whip would have struck him and beginning a bout of flaming claws on her opponent.

A second shot was heard and another black flash. Daisuke appeared completely unharmed. A soft crunching sound in the grass and the noise of leather flapping was being made behind a man with a rifle. "You didn't think I'd let my inferiors die did you? I protect them with my life." Trevlac appeared and pointed at his chest where he had taken a shot from what would have been a kill for Daisuke, but he being taller was only a wound. "Alas, you caught me off guard the first time with poor Bellatrix, if I hadn't bumped into her, lifting her up the bullet would have killed her too. You're a fine sniper. But no more hiding behind the fight while others risk their lives. It's your turn. Have at you! the vampire jumped backward several feet, withdrew his Casull and shot at Daemon, then pulled out the Zweihander in order to shield against his counterattack."

[Duo Galanodel]

Sengo smiles, a group of 5 attacking him from behind while 3 attacking from the front and sides.

“What fun, come now… you REALLY think such a cheap tactic will work against ME?”

Quickly, he releases his bokken from a strap on his back, wielding the large wooden katana in one hand while holding his nodachi easily in his other. Waiting no longer the eight men attack Sengo all at once. His eyes narrow, his right leg digs into the bloodied dirt underneath him.

“You FOOLS!”

Twisting his body, he positions his swords to block all the attacks at once, the clang of metal on metal, with three “thunks” following as the swords hit his bokken. Easily he pushes off his right leg, letting the swords from his back slip to the ground, he swings his nodachi while bringing his bokken to his back. The three in the path of his nodachi try to block, but as the blades clash, they shatter against the sheer force behind the nodachi, their lives ending before the broken metal even touches the ground, the bodies splitting and blood spilling forth, tainting the ground further as the bokken continues around his back and hits one of the attackers in the head, dropping him in an instant.

“If you wish to live you will leave this place. This battle is not for you, return to your families or be slaughtered like the dogs you are.”

He brings his stance to normal, his nodachi slung easily over his shoulder, the bokken gripped tightly in his hand. He leaves his back turned to the group behind him, facing the circle of men surrounding him, as they back away. His eye twitches as he hears the movement behind him; turning quickly he swings his bokken into a defensive guard, the blade of the attacker sinking in and becoming stuck. Without mercy or comment, the nodachi follows as he yanks the bokken back under its path; a single cry as the blood splatters and the man’s body is ripped in half by the mighty sword.

“No more mercy, if you are in my way you will die, flee whilst you can you dogs.”

His eyes furrow as he turns his back to the group and moves to forward, away from the attackers and towards the circle surrounding him. A general shouts an order that is deafened out as Sengo impales him with his nodachi, lifting him from the ground and slinging him off somewhere into the crowd to die. The circle around him loosens, spreading further away from him; his eyes glance ahead and to his sides as he continues walking forward. A break in the circle, the army splits moving away from him. A slight look of disappointment overcomes his face as if he had wanted more bloodshed, then a smirk spreads across his lips as continues forward to the main attraction.

This post has been edited by Duo Galanodel on May 22 2007, 09:39 PM

[Daemon]

Daemon's honed reflexes saved his life, as he stepped out opf the way of the bullet, having it only skin his right arm, causing a small burning sensation. He squinted, but ignored the wound which was more of an annoyance then it was painful. Daemon ran straight at Trevlac, whom seemed to be waiting for him. Once Daemon got close, he kept a wide eye on Trevlac's underlings. Daemon leaped up into the air, driving his sword down upon Trevlac, who looked ready for a counter attack. In the blink of an eye, Daemon withdrew his Remington and fired a shot at Trevlac. Daemon still held his longsword with his otherhand, as he drove down upon Trevlac.

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Zak was knopcked back by the flexible metal wires. He shook his head and was about to go in for another attack when the smell of burning grass caught his sense. Zak then felt the air around him start to heat up. He turned around and saw the ice lens the other man had summoned, was concentrating the light of the thunderbird. Zak quickly turned away, as he had almost been blinded by looking at the lens. Grunting, Zak quickly flapped his wings, and soared not that high above Keima, hoping that the lens would pass over him and burn him alive, or atleast melt his metal protection.

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Fenrir pulled back on his whip, causing it comeback towards him, and rest at his feet. He quickly rolled out of the way of the demon's first attack. Quickly rolling up his bone whip, he kept his eyes on the beast the entire time. He was sweating from the heat of the fire on the animal and how close to him it just was. He grasped Nerocron with both his hands. He knew keeping his eyes of Daisuke was dangerous, but this creature called for his full attention. Especially since it looked pissed off. Fenrir started to circle the demon fox, waiting for its first move.

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Standing on the back of a wild horse, as he directed it towards the main battle, that was how Darrell rode. He had one hand on the reigns of the hose, as he kept his bow in the other hand. The horse was wild, but Darrell was even more wild. The horse charged into the fray, and Darrell leaped off its back, knocking his bow with an arrow and firing it at the fire animal, and then knocking another arrow as he landed and quickly shot at Daisuke. His shot had been aimed lazily, Darrell wanting to face this man with his swords rather then his bow. He quickly put his bow over his shoulder and pulled out his Dual Blades, and charged at Daisuke, going wide with a left ahnded slash at his waist, while preforming a hacking slash with his right hand at the armpit area of Daisuke.

[Trevlac]

Lead raced steel, a bullet overcoming the thrusting speed of a primal sword. Almost poetic like modern killing tools versus ancient killing tools. Modern would win of course. It was after this though that Trevlac felt the impact of the bullet. That stung dammit. It was point-blank afterall...oh here comes the sword. Okay. Blood erupted from Trevlac's back as the sword peirced all the way through. Too bad... Why was it 'too bad'? Because Trevlac had moved his sword a quarter of an inch to the right, putting it right in line with Daemon's abdomen as he fell at almost the last possible second.

"Very cute toys you have there. Do you have an asking price? I think my daughter grows tired of her dolls." Trevlac said nonchalantly as he bled profusely from the back. "Though, do clean them off first. I wouldn't want her to get her new pink dress messy with my blood."

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Daisuke had gotten shot by an arrow. Fuck ow shitcocks vomit death piss! That hurt. He had trained himself not to react outwardly to pain. It gave the enemy too much free confidence. His concentration lost, his icey magnifying glass vaporized into mist and he fell over trying to regain his composure.

In that time, Keima laughed a bit. "The sky? The sky is my domain you idiot little man. Kyuuden!" Keima said and muttered something under his breath as he took a stance and began to form a sparkling lightning ball in his hands. He threw the ball slightly to the left of Zak knowing that it would miss but not really caring one way or another. It was just a warning shot.

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Bellatrix' ruse to get the human away from her so she could attack had worked. A red sunburst-shaped creature that was glowing with tentacles made of light floated around Bella, ready to heal her injuries. She looked to the sky, clapped her claws together, and looked upon her opponent. She knew what was coming...

[Ordin]

Gregory's eyes scanned the battlefield. Man figures in the valley raged at each other, spells zapped through the air in every which way. It was like an orgy of flashing color and blood. They were but pin-pricks from where the naked eye could see, however. He knelt upon the cliff ledge, expertly hidden amongst bushes and small trees that grew right up to the edge. Apparently, this mountain had never heard of a "tree line." Matters not, however, as it worked in his favor. Aside from the occasional distant roar, and the puff of Ordin's cigar, it seemed as though humanity had never even touched this place. A waterfall some thirty meters to the east sloshed with an infinite bestial fury, larks and starlings flitted about, singing sweet honey songs to him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound and placed his AUG against the flat of his shoulder.

Peering through the scope he passed the cross-hair along each of the combatants. It was somewhat difficult to decide who deserved to die. There. A blond man in a trench coat and some fool with a sword and pistol.

Placing the cross upon Daemon's back he fired three shots in rapid succession, following and predicting his movements. He may be aware of his surroundings, but obviously wasn't paying attention to his surrounding's surroundings.

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Ordin clamped his teeth down on the end of his cigar anxiously. He removed his bright red coat and hat, hiding them behind a log, so that it would not give away their position. The rest of his clothes were earthy tones and disguised him into the black-wood scenery even though he sat apparently upon a fallen log. He watched his young apprentice carefully. He had learned many tricks of the demon hunting trade, but was still a bit obvious in his movements. He didn't fire between his heartbeats, Ordin could tell. He could tell in the way his fingers shook when the trigger was pulled and the barrel roared. It would set the flight off ever so slightly, but never enough to foul a shot. Even so, it was not a mistake he could afford to make in such a long.

He toyed with the revolvers that were strapped to his chest. Something churned in his gut. Was he nervous? Nervous? He hadn't felt like this since he was a child... Perhaps he would not make it out alive. It might be a sign. He ran his hands through his hair and slipped his steel gauntlets on.

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Priest growled as he tramped across the field. This was so much bullshit he couldn't bare it. On the far side a battle raged. Fresh meat? Haha..

He tapped his index fingers together, a small flicker of flame was borne between them. Drawing them apart it lengthened into an almost spear like form. Under his breath he babbled low-key demonic hexes, causing the flame to take a physical shape, nigh. Cocking his arm back and steadying himself with the other he let soar the flame. It struck the dry grass some fifty yards away and exploded into flames, creating a sort of wall.

He chuckled to himself against and drew his shotguns, cocking the hammers. He was well trained in dual-wielding them, but didn't get much of a chance. Coming to the wide wall of flame, it parted and closed behind him, splitting like the red sea; protecting it's master. Priest was always a big fan of grand entrances.

[Duo Galanodel]

Sengo breaks the final parameter of the army as he quickens his haste to the center, eager to see what combat would await him. Looking dead ahead he watches as a few other warriors fight head to head on ground and in sky. He hears a shift behind him, turning quickly, only to see the army come together again behind him and back away a few paces, most likely counting the casualties he had caused alone. A smirk spreads across his face as he turns back to the center. His gaze catches on to one combatant in particular. A large form, covered with vibrant red hair, six tails and a small creature floating around it. Intrigued by this creature he moves forward a few paces, only to find that it is already in combat with another, smaller man holding a green glowing sword and a long whip made from bone. He stands silently; waiting to see which would attack first, which one he wished to fight the most.

His mind was quickly made up, the smaller man figure harassing the large fox-like figure would be his target. A quiet wind blew, and with it Sengo was off, moving toward the man with blinding speed. His plan was simple, to cut in on the fight between the two, stealing the man away from the battle and fighting him one on one. He would come in with a downward swipe of his bokken and then spin on his heel, creating a shift in his balance that would allow him to spin like a top for a brief moment while putting more force into any blow from his nodachi.

Ground between Sengo and Fenrir was lost, following through with his planned attack, he began a downward slice with his bokken.

[Daemon]

Daemon coughed blood at Trevlac, as his sword had stabbed through his body and out his back. He knew his teeth were stained with blood, and he coughed some more as the taste of blood filled his taste buds. He looked up at Trevlac, body shaking, as he pushed himself off Trevlac's sword, falling to the ground, blood soon pooling around his body. In Daemon's almost unconcious state, he didn't realize he had just saced himself from three bullets in the back, as he fell just when three gunshots rang out. He had dropped his sword long ago, and cetainly lost all sense of mind. Knowing his only chance of survival, he triggered the werewolf transformation. It would take a few minutes for it to happen because of his weakened state, but the transformation would be sure. Already, his body hair had begun to length, and his muscle mass grow. Soon enough his bones would begin to reform.

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Zak easily flew out of the way of the already off course lighting ball. Almost impressed, Zak grinned, as he flew in close to the lighting wizard, sheathing his dual sworcds, and pulling out his most powerful sword, Zakitriach. Flames engulfed the blade, as its magical power made the blade immune to the flames so it wouldn't superheat it. Zak brought the sword in an upward slash, the heat of its flames, hopefully, melting the metal wires that surronded Keima. As Zak brought his sword upward, he let one hand gof ree, as he spun around, drawing a longsword, hopefully slashing at a now unprotected area of Keima.

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Fenrir growled at this demon. Some would say Fenrir was more beast then he was man. Some would be correct, for the Wolf Demon side of his fathers was more dominant then his mothers human side. This explained his heightened senses, and his wolf like mane. His wolf didn't show much on the outside, except for the mane, so he would look reletively human. However Fenrir acted more like a wolf. He let out a howl that would put to shame any wolf in the area could do. He then simply preformed a rather large backflip, as Sengo came crashing down onto the ground. Fenrir however did not exspect his enemies weapon to be so long. INstead of landing far away form the attack, Sengo's sword managed to draw a thin line of blood across Fenrir's chest, as the tip of his sword had just skinned him. Letting out another roar, Fenrir charged at Sengo, widly, Nerocron leading the way, as he would catch this man while he was recovering from the move he had just unleashed.

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Darrell was surprised his arrow had hit his foe, as however good of an archer he was, he had not put much effort into aiming at all. It was just a plus however, as Darrell now stood only a few feet away from Daisuke, who had manged to fall away from Darrell's more aggressive attack. Maybe the arrow had worked too well. Darrell simply shrugged it off, as he raised both his swords high into the air, as he walked over to Daisuke's fallen body. He brought both his swords down, carrying all his strength and speed with them.

[Duo Galanodel]

Sengo is rather impressed that his foe had backflipped almost out of the range of his bokken’s attack, though he continues to allow his foot to dig deep into the ground ready to continue into his spin. He smirks as he sees the man come dashing back at him, a slight laugh coming from deep within his throat. Pushing off his hind leg, he brings his body forward, shifting his center of gravity as planned, he starts a spin, but quickly stops himself, pounding his other foot onto the ground and bringing his center back as he returns to a semi-normal stance.

He tracks his opponent’s movements, fully aware that if he had done his spin as he had planned it would have cost him. Instead he brings his nodachi upward, ready to parry the attack, while shifting his bokken to the backside of his body, tensing his grip on it so that after the parry he could follow up with a counter of his own towards Fenrir’s own center of balance.

His eyes full of glee, he looks onward, prepared to face this man, while calling a short introduction.

“I am Sengo Okazaki, prepare.”

This post has been edited by Duo Galanodel on May 27 2007, 12:26 PM

[Trevlac]

The beaten man was squirming before him, time seemed to speed up for his body. Oh, hahaha. thought Trevlac. "You fool, by leaving yourself wide open in your fetal position trying to become a werewolf while wounded, I could kill you instantly right now. But instead, I choose to talk about it." Trevlac verbalized his thoughts.

Without time to hesitate, Trevlac noticed another attack on Daisuke. A black blur was now streaking towards the huddled ninja. With a loud metal *cling* Trevlac had dove toward Dai with his sword outstretched, laying on his side. The enemies sword had been blocked by a hairline. Not missing the counterattack that had presented itself, He followed through with the block into an attack while on the ground, aiming for the enemy's legs.

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Keima heaved a great dramatic sigh. Flames take time to do their damage. Electricity does not. Keima angrily shouted "Quit falling into my traps!" It was such an obvious trap; A ball of lightning that missed? They travel faster than sound! Kiema wanted his enemy to think he'd dodged it and setup a lightning bolt to hit him from above when he came too close; muttering the enchantment by concealing it with his action of making the Kyuuden. A good magician uses misdirection. And now the stupid git is going to be hit by a giant thunderbolt when he comes at me. This was not as fun as he thought. If everyone he fought was this stupid and reckless, he'd be the only one left standing in a mere hour.

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Bellatrix wondered what a Kyuubi staring in disbelief's face looked like. For it was how hers looked at the moment. This stupid intruder had moved her prey from the falling silent meteor above. He was about to pay the price for it...by getting slammed in the head by a flaming boulder of sulfur and space rock...but that didn't change the fact that she now had to think of yet something else to use for attacking her enemy. Screw it she thought. Bellatrix clapped her claws together and summoned two more meteors for just Fenrir, and a Volcano to ensure that the new intruder didn't leave.

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A girl in a black velvet dress and bloodstained apron appeared from the shadows slowly. She stood over Daemon, toying with her meat cleaver and necklace. "What pretty blood you have..." she bent over his sqirming body to lick some of it up and continued in her high little girl voice, "I bet the poor little boy must be hurting. Does wittle baby werewolfie want to die? He must, only people who want to die lay down on the battlefield."

[Ordin]

It was like a dream come true. Like a moth to the flame a girl dressed in an ugly black dress trotted over to the recently-shot Daemon and slumped over him. Through his scope Gregory saw that she seemed to be drinking his blood. A vampire! Wonderful! Beautiful!
She would not go down as easily, but he knew what he had to do.

"Hahaha. Silly malenky ptitsa. Gloopy malenky devotchka! Who the sod stands over a moodge whose just been shot?" Gregory babbled in his odd slang. Taking a deep breath he set his sights in the middle of her head, which was bent over the body and facing him. It was a perfect shot. Bog let it hit! he thought as he pulled the trigger. He gave it his best to hold it steady, three more rounds poured out with a super-sonic blast. They shattered the air and flew directly for her.

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Ordin shook his head and watched his prodigy with great interest. He was comfortable, but silently readied his body and mind for the upcoming fight. From his vantage point he saw that this Trevlac character and his many students seemed to be dominating all aspects of the battle. It was Trevlac who he'd have to watch out for, and to kill if need be. He grinned ear to ear.

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Priest slowly tramped through the overgrowth as the blazing inferno raged behind him, slowly eating it's way across the field. He approached Sengo from behind, spying his opponent Fenrir across from him. They seemed to be squaring off stupidly. Priest flopped down setting one of his firearms next to him. It was quite comfortable for a field of dry grass. Placing one hand upon the earth next to him, it erupted into flame as well.

The deed done Priest stood once more, keeping his shotguns by his side. He awaited for the two to notice.

This post has been edited by Ordin on May 29 2007, 07:56 PM

[Duo Galanodel]

Noticing a rumbling at his feet, Sengo manages to catch a glimpse behind him to find a large volcano rising from the depths of the earth. Lava spews forth cooling rapidly, and building up the mountain of rock. Geysers crack about the base, fuming around it, making it impassable and a surge of lava flows, tumbling down at a rapid pace. Looking quickly to his other side, he takes note of a new deviation, a firewall, created by some means, blocking any path of escape. He looks forward, eyeing Fenrir, knowing that the situation is bleak even with his speed and strength. His eye twitches; being burnt to a crisp was not the way he wished to die.

"This is not how it should end... if I am to die, I will die on the blade of another... that is how it should be."

"This battlefield shall be my grave, but so shall it be yours as well."

Eyes flashing with rage, blood pounding throughout his body, Sengo gave one last mighty battle cry. However, this was cut short by the meteor that fell from over head, hitting him directly in the top of his skull, cracking it. Falling down, his vision blurs, the passion within his body dies down, the adrenaline losing its numbing effects. Pain shot through his body as he hits the ground, and then his consciousness fades.

This post has been edited by Trevlac on Jun 1 2007, 10:04 PM