Post by Koramund on Nov 22, 2014 2:37:23 GMT
(Light Weights on)
Koramund cracked his neck, smiling as he lifted up the notebook page he got, and tapped the face of the note. He was being hired to hunt down a mercenary that had killed over 20 targets, and some of which were just for fun. The Namekian was known as "Vorban of the Mazoku Caste". Koramund snickered, his target was defending a convoy heading towards south city, but had to make a detour through Mt. Paozu to get there ASAP, and it was the perfect choke point for a ambush. The mutant unfolded his wings, and flew from the Frozen North, smiling. He watched as people were beginning to adapt to him, accept that he was not there to murder them, and instead wanted to help them, it made Kora happy.
Koramund drifted in mid air, his eyes gazing on MT. Frappe and its wild life on his way, a little spectacle before the main hunt. He watched bears walk around in the snow, protecting her cubs from the other carnivores of the winter, which was much needed. From the snow stalked a small pack of white wolves, their fur holding some specks of snow to camouflage themselves, their fangs barred to flung their fangs into flesh. The Wolves were about to pounce, until a giant flipping 20 foot tall teal winged Pterodactyl roared, its claws picking up the Beta wolf, and the Pterodactyl's own pack coming in to attack the wolves. The dinosaurs stabbed and pecked the wolves, as they tried to pounce the primitive beasts back, but then mama bear charged in. Koramund smiled, he was happy, nature was still working the way it was supposed to, which was amazing because of the pollution that constantly attacked the world.
Koramund blinked, his emerald eyes looking at the most insane defense he has ever seen for a single person. Three tanks, an Assault helicopter, and a bloody Anti-Aircraft vehicle?! Where was Vorban in this military mess? Unknown to Koramund however was how weak the tanks and Helicopter were to him, the Tanks were around 450ish PL, the assault Helicopter about 600 Attack wise and 200 defense wise, while the AA vehicle was only 300. The convoy was floating in the air, guns and weaponry on their sides aiming towards any living thing near by. Koramund felt bad, but foes were foes. Koramund fired out his Obliteration rain, and blinked as the tanks imploded on themselves from his attack.
Koramund shouted, "You know for armored relics, your armor is useless..." These vehicles were build for average humans, not a Bio-android, so this should be a breeze. Koramund flew up above the main weapons of the Helicopter, then attacked to the glass. He yelled, as his tail impaled the pilot, and consumed him whole. It felt so weird consuming the skin, but this was much more time efficient. The large lump traveled down his tail, under a large and sickening crunching sound escaped when the body was absorbed into his own. Koramund spotted Vorban leaping out of the Helicopter, flying as he made hand signs. Vorban yelled towards him, "Die Majin!" Three flaming orbs blazed and crackled through the air, heading for him, but Koramund was ready. He kicked off the helicopter, sending it into the fire spheres as all four of them detonated. Koramund and Vorban yelled their battle cries, both of them trying to ram into the other.
Their hands locked with the other, their foreheads slammed to the other, the two Namekians were floating there. Vorban spoke with terror, "Y-Your a Namekian...?! You look like a dam-mned Acrosian! ...Wait, your a high-?" Vorban was cut short with a tail slap, and then a kick to the jaw. Vorban yelled back his response, pulling out a pistol and shooting a bullet into Koramund's skull. The bullet crushed against his forehead, dropping to the ground, as Vorban's already terrified eyes swelled open. Koramund then sang a upbeat song while attacking Vorban, "Blinded by my Light! Vigour in my hands! The joy is in the fight! Break the Blessed and the damned! Watch out because I am tearing through..."
Vorban lifted up more weaponry, a sword, a Cross-bow, dual pistols, revolvers, nothing seemed to be working! Ironically it was not Koramund's fault, but Vorban himself, he was still being tailored to human foes, so he was forgetting to scale up his attacks, or in reality he was simply a pathetic peon that rumor made a big shot. Most likely the second as Koramund wrapped his tail around his hands, linking them together, as Vorban squealed in pain. Vorban shouted off curses, damning the "majin space fool" that was trying to kill him. Koramund was simply laughing, singing, "Hey hey hey, time to put your metal to the test now..." while he tossed Vorban to the floor. Vorban stared at crimson flame and metallic ruin, crashed between the dual hover tanks. Koramund crashed down, his feet piercing the Namekian's skin and resting on his chest muscles, and their faces inches apart.
Koramund impaled his tendril into the Namekian's chest, acids invading his system as his plantlike body was being digested inside out. He screamed in pain and suffering, but the inferno was something Koramund cherished from sinners. Koramund grabbed Vorban's head, before snarling out his demented speech, "You have murdered and tortured innocents, and fed the dead without remorse. For your sins, feel the pain and suffering they did!" Vorban screamed, but Koramund's hand was over it, making it muffled. Koramund then drained the soupy remains of Vorban, his eyes slowly floating to the back of his head, his death slow and intense. Koramund gave the only respect he did to the dead, "Requiescat in Pace..." Koramund finished draining the mercenary, but he still had something to do. He unhinged his jaw, and barfed out the skin and bone of the pilot, his mangled remains almost unrecognizable. Koramund chopped off the head of the Mazoku Caste Namekian, and pocketed it inside his body.
Koramund engaged his wings, flying back home. He would get some zeni from this, but he was kinda scared of himself. How were human weaponry this weak? Were they designed for targets like himself, or something else? It didn't matter as long as he got the job done, and the job was "right" to him. Koramund was gone for less then a few hours, but his appearance made the bar grow quiet. He marched over to counter, and then called out, "Temneye dver' razbitogo proshlogo..." (The Darken door of broken past) The man behind the counter said, "The boss in not here to accept your messages about failing the hunt, may up the zeni you owe him or the boys will take it from ya-" His eyes widened in terror as the head of the Namekian plopped onto the table. Koramund spoke with pure murderous intent, "Zeni, or you will end up worse then him." That was enough for a bag of zeni to be traded for a head and a poster. Koramund walked away, he needed bigger game, at least the dinosaurs here gave effort. The bar tender then snapped his fingers, yelling out, "You boys will keep the secret tight kapeesh?" No one spoke out about the Bio-Android from there tell the end of time, or at least until someone broke them tell they would rather their chances against the monster.
Then a soldier walked up to him, a large smile on his face, and a rail gun at his side. Koramund blinked, and said, "What do you want?" The soldier replied with pure dominance, "Your blood." The soldier ripped off his clothes, and stood up tall. It was Vorban?! He laughed to the air, then went into a combat stance, continuing, "I have trained under both the Mazoku Caste, AND the Warrior clan!" He flew forward, his power now equal to Koramund, and both of them began to kick, punch, and claw at the other. Koramund's eyes were darting constantly, what to damn do to get out of this? He had to try out his new move, it was not combat ready yet, but it could work! His tail arched into his spine, and from his right palm grew a four leaved flower bud, that then revealed a stinger inside. When Vorban blocked Koramund's next punch, his body was then invaded with acid. Vorban felt the acids immediately, and then ripped his arm straight off. Within seconds he regrew the arm, smirking his daemonic teeth before continuing the assault.
Vorban dashed forward, kicking Koramund in gut, as Kora's tail slapped his face. The exchange sent them both back, but it was alright, they continued their attacks. Koramund had to stop this quickly, or else he feared of defeat. Vorban seemed to know Kora's plans, so he began trying to disable him and forcing him into a longer confrontation. Koramund was dodging around now, simply trying not to get hit, until an opportunity was raised. Koramund made all the crimson jewels on his body flash, which the twitch based reflexes of Vorban tricked. He twitched back, lifting up his hands to protect himself to the non-existent attack, until Kora's foot blessed his face with a brutal beating. Vorban roared in anger, saying "Enough of this, you do not deserve your life bug!"
Vorban breathed out three fire balls, embedded with all his hatred and rage, smashing into Koramund and sending him spiraling into a sky scrapper. The pain! Koramund's wings were crushed off, but he could still fly with ki! Koramund needed to end this quick, he lifted up his hand, creating the Obliteration Slaughter rain! Vorban put two fingers up to his forehead, the Special beam cannon! Both of them charged for 30 seconds, then blasted at the other, Vorban screaming "DIE YOU FOWL EXCUSE FOR LIFE!" Koramund had one advantage over Vorban that decided this duel, Koramund's attack was 100% Efficient, Vorban's was only 66% Efficient. Even with the injury of the flaming orbs, Koramund still won the duel. Only half of the spears were needed to block the Special beam cannon, for the other half went and slammed into the screaming Vorban. The Namekian was impaled through the brain, ending his life permanently this time. The ashes drifted on the wind, as the weakened Koramund dropped to the floor. Vorban had respected him enough to not sneak attack him when he could, so Koramund created a grave for his fallen foe, and covered it up, whistling his song of prayer. Koramund raised himself, regenerating from his wounds, and feeling refreshed after consuming the organs of his foe. He cracked his neck, preparing to finally get some rest. Koramund sung to the air, "I am the voice that always is calling you, I am the voice, I will remain. I am the voice in the field when the summer's gone..."
Koramund cracked his neck, smiling as he lifted up the notebook page he got, and tapped the face of the note. He was being hired to hunt down a mercenary that had killed over 20 targets, and some of which were just for fun. The Namekian was known as "Vorban of the Mazoku Caste". Koramund snickered, his target was defending a convoy heading towards south city, but had to make a detour through Mt. Paozu to get there ASAP, and it was the perfect choke point for a ambush. The mutant unfolded his wings, and flew from the Frozen North, smiling. He watched as people were beginning to adapt to him, accept that he was not there to murder them, and instead wanted to help them, it made Kora happy.
Koramund drifted in mid air, his eyes gazing on MT. Frappe and its wild life on his way, a little spectacle before the main hunt. He watched bears walk around in the snow, protecting her cubs from the other carnivores of the winter, which was much needed. From the snow stalked a small pack of white wolves, their fur holding some specks of snow to camouflage themselves, their fangs barred to flung their fangs into flesh. The Wolves were about to pounce, until a giant flipping 20 foot tall teal winged Pterodactyl roared, its claws picking up the Beta wolf, and the Pterodactyl's own pack coming in to attack the wolves. The dinosaurs stabbed and pecked the wolves, as they tried to pounce the primitive beasts back, but then mama bear charged in. Koramund smiled, he was happy, nature was still working the way it was supposed to, which was amazing because of the pollution that constantly attacked the world.
Koramund blinked, his emerald eyes looking at the most insane defense he has ever seen for a single person. Three tanks, an Assault helicopter, and a bloody Anti-Aircraft vehicle?! Where was Vorban in this military mess? Unknown to Koramund however was how weak the tanks and Helicopter were to him, the Tanks were around 450ish PL, the assault Helicopter about 600 Attack wise and 200 defense wise, while the AA vehicle was only 300. The convoy was floating in the air, guns and weaponry on their sides aiming towards any living thing near by. Koramund felt bad, but foes were foes. Koramund fired out his Obliteration rain, and blinked as the tanks imploded on themselves from his attack.
Koramund shouted, "You know for armored relics, your armor is useless..." These vehicles were build for average humans, not a Bio-android, so this should be a breeze. Koramund flew up above the main weapons of the Helicopter, then attacked to the glass. He yelled, as his tail impaled the pilot, and consumed him whole. It felt so weird consuming the skin, but this was much more time efficient. The large lump traveled down his tail, under a large and sickening crunching sound escaped when the body was absorbed into his own. Koramund spotted Vorban leaping out of the Helicopter, flying as he made hand signs. Vorban yelled towards him, "Die Majin!" Three flaming orbs blazed and crackled through the air, heading for him, but Koramund was ready. He kicked off the helicopter, sending it into the fire spheres as all four of them detonated. Koramund and Vorban yelled their battle cries, both of them trying to ram into the other.
Their hands locked with the other, their foreheads slammed to the other, the two Namekians were floating there. Vorban spoke with terror, "Y-Your a Namekian...?! You look like a dam-mned Acrosian! ...Wait, your a high-?" Vorban was cut short with a tail slap, and then a kick to the jaw. Vorban yelled back his response, pulling out a pistol and shooting a bullet into Koramund's skull. The bullet crushed against his forehead, dropping to the ground, as Vorban's already terrified eyes swelled open. Koramund then sang a upbeat song while attacking Vorban, "Blinded by my Light! Vigour in my hands! The joy is in the fight! Break the Blessed and the damned! Watch out because I am tearing through..."
Vorban lifted up more weaponry, a sword, a Cross-bow, dual pistols, revolvers, nothing seemed to be working! Ironically it was not Koramund's fault, but Vorban himself, he was still being tailored to human foes, so he was forgetting to scale up his attacks, or in reality he was simply a pathetic peon that rumor made a big shot. Most likely the second as Koramund wrapped his tail around his hands, linking them together, as Vorban squealed in pain. Vorban shouted off curses, damning the "majin space fool" that was trying to kill him. Koramund was simply laughing, singing, "Hey hey hey, time to put your metal to the test now..." while he tossed Vorban to the floor. Vorban stared at crimson flame and metallic ruin, crashed between the dual hover tanks. Koramund crashed down, his feet piercing the Namekian's skin and resting on his chest muscles, and their faces inches apart.
Koramund impaled his tendril into the Namekian's chest, acids invading his system as his plantlike body was being digested inside out. He screamed in pain and suffering, but the inferno was something Koramund cherished from sinners. Koramund grabbed Vorban's head, before snarling out his demented speech, "You have murdered and tortured innocents, and fed the dead without remorse. For your sins, feel the pain and suffering they did!" Vorban screamed, but Koramund's hand was over it, making it muffled. Koramund then drained the soupy remains of Vorban, his eyes slowly floating to the back of his head, his death slow and intense. Koramund gave the only respect he did to the dead, "Requiescat in Pace..." Koramund finished draining the mercenary, but he still had something to do. He unhinged his jaw, and barfed out the skin and bone of the pilot, his mangled remains almost unrecognizable. Koramund chopped off the head of the Mazoku Caste Namekian, and pocketed it inside his body.
Koramund engaged his wings, flying back home. He would get some zeni from this, but he was kinda scared of himself. How were human weaponry this weak? Were they designed for targets like himself, or something else? It didn't matter as long as he got the job done, and the job was "right" to him. Koramund was gone for less then a few hours, but his appearance made the bar grow quiet. He marched over to counter, and then called out, "Temneye dver' razbitogo proshlogo..." (The Darken door of broken past) The man behind the counter said, "The boss in not here to accept your messages about failing the hunt, may up the zeni you owe him or the boys will take it from ya-" His eyes widened in terror as the head of the Namekian plopped onto the table. Koramund spoke with pure murderous intent, "Zeni, or you will end up worse then him." That was enough for a bag of zeni to be traded for a head and a poster. Koramund walked away, he needed bigger game, at least the dinosaurs here gave effort. The bar tender then snapped his fingers, yelling out, "You boys will keep the secret tight kapeesh?" No one spoke out about the Bio-Android from there tell the end of time, or at least until someone broke them tell they would rather their chances against the monster.
Then a soldier walked up to him, a large smile on his face, and a rail gun at his side. Koramund blinked, and said, "What do you want?" The soldier replied with pure dominance, "Your blood." The soldier ripped off his clothes, and stood up tall. It was Vorban?! He laughed to the air, then went into a combat stance, continuing, "I have trained under both the Mazoku Caste, AND the Warrior clan!" He flew forward, his power now equal to Koramund, and both of them began to kick, punch, and claw at the other. Koramund's eyes were darting constantly, what to damn do to get out of this? He had to try out his new move, it was not combat ready yet, but it could work! His tail arched into his spine, and from his right palm grew a four leaved flower bud, that then revealed a stinger inside. When Vorban blocked Koramund's next punch, his body was then invaded with acid. Vorban felt the acids immediately, and then ripped his arm straight off. Within seconds he regrew the arm, smirking his daemonic teeth before continuing the assault.
Vorban dashed forward, kicking Koramund in gut, as Kora's tail slapped his face. The exchange sent them both back, but it was alright, they continued their attacks. Koramund had to stop this quickly, or else he feared of defeat. Vorban seemed to know Kora's plans, so he began trying to disable him and forcing him into a longer confrontation. Koramund was dodging around now, simply trying not to get hit, until an opportunity was raised. Koramund made all the crimson jewels on his body flash, which the twitch based reflexes of Vorban tricked. He twitched back, lifting up his hands to protect himself to the non-existent attack, until Kora's foot blessed his face with a brutal beating. Vorban roared in anger, saying "Enough of this, you do not deserve your life bug!"
Vorban breathed out three fire balls, embedded with all his hatred and rage, smashing into Koramund and sending him spiraling into a sky scrapper. The pain! Koramund's wings were crushed off, but he could still fly with ki! Koramund needed to end this quick, he lifted up his hand, creating the Obliteration Slaughter rain! Vorban put two fingers up to his forehead, the Special beam cannon! Both of them charged for 30 seconds, then blasted at the other, Vorban screaming "DIE YOU FOWL EXCUSE FOR LIFE!" Koramund had one advantage over Vorban that decided this duel, Koramund's attack was 100% Efficient, Vorban's was only 66% Efficient. Even with the injury of the flaming orbs, Koramund still won the duel. Only half of the spears were needed to block the Special beam cannon, for the other half went and slammed into the screaming Vorban. The Namekian was impaled through the brain, ending his life permanently this time. The ashes drifted on the wind, as the weakened Koramund dropped to the floor. Vorban had respected him enough to not sneak attack him when he could, so Koramund created a grave for his fallen foe, and covered it up, whistling his song of prayer. Koramund raised himself, regenerating from his wounds, and feeling refreshed after consuming the organs of his foe. He cracked his neck, preparing to finally get some rest. Koramund sung to the air, "I am the voice that always is calling you, I am the voice, I will remain. I am the voice in the field when the summer's gone..."