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Post by Chikara on Dec 17, 2016 10:23:36 GMT
"I'm such a genius" Chikara thought to himself, and taking a quick glance at his bulging muscles while he was flying through the air. "Throwing the bottle first, using it as a distraction, then running behind it. Only a military genius such as yourself could think of that." The self praise was short lived as Chikara saw the Demon calling itself Mammon had caught the bottle, making it less of a distraction and more of a warning. Chikara was stuck flying through the air, hoping that perhaps his dropkick would still have the effect he desired.
It did not. Mammon had positioned his horns in such a way that they would create the perfect cushion of pain for Chikara's soft and meaty legs. Chikara's lead leg, his right, fell prey to this attack. The horn pierced the soul of his foot, and was driven at least six inches into his leg. Chikara cried such a mighty scream that the glass almost shattered, and fell to the ground, with his leg being slowly pulled from the horn. Blood flowed from the wound like a broken dam, and Chikara quickly grabbed another drink to help deaden himself.
"Holy fuck, you really are a Demon, I just wanted to kick you and instead I lose my fucking leg." Chikara looked away for a second to see what the other two party boys were doing. The other Heran and Demon were locked in their own mini battle, both of them powering up to beyond what they initially were when entering the club. Chikara tried to figure out which one had the power advantage, but the pain from his leg and insufficient alcohol were getting in his way. "I don't suppose you wanna tag in?" He said to the other Heran, but mainly in jest.
Chikara looked back towards Mammon and realized the situation he was in. Not only was he outgunned by this one beast alone, but he had two very powerful variables beside him that were ready to explode at any moment. He would have to play it cool and perhaps get some use from his silver tongue if he wanted to make it out of this one alive. He grabbed a hold of a bar stool and pulled himself up, now using the bar to support himself. Mammon made a very interesting offer, employment, or paralysis.
"I'm a business man, and so I always like to entertain the offers given me." Chikara took a glance at the exits, but in the condition he was in, he probably wouldn't get very far. "You said work for you? I'm gonna want a little more detail, and hopefully before these two hot heads get outta hand." Chikara was always following the smell of Zeni, or any reward really. This guy may have almost cost him the use of his leg, but with enough Zeni legs aren't so hard to come by, so maybe they did have some business together. |
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Post by Gekido on Dec 18, 2016 4:37:04 GMT
He smirked as the man's attack was flung down powerful green slashes of ki rushing right at him Gekido cackling with exictment, "Yes throw yourself at me get ready i won't hold back for your expense, i'll break you like a twig." He fired off the blast that had already formed in his hand flying off slamming into the green slash that he formed breaking it apart with ease as his own attack raced at Dantalion threatening to hit him and deal some serious damage as Gekido cackled, his hand steaming from launching his own attack, it was so powerful it hurt his hand. He turned watching the other heran throw a drop kick horns piecing the heran's foot, he really seemed to be a wild warrior, the heran was going to lose it seemed like he'd need help. He didn't give a damn but he wanted to prove he was strongest heran so fighting other herans no matter how weak they were would help prove his point, he was the strongest heran he would not overpowered. In combination with the fact he wanted to kick the other demon's ass for mocking him he had a reason. He wanted to fight hell he'd fight all three of them to feed his bloodlust. He leaped up but before he could reach he felt a blade cut down his back, from the demon, he seemed to wait until he'd turn his back to strike and he would be fine taking the strike he just keep going if he wanted to attack agian he'd would not give a damn he just wanted to rush in and clobber everyone. The heran rushed forward pulling both back arms, "Let me give you my special well not mine but someone's else and we will see how you like it." The heran yelled as went for a double lariat on the heran and the demon in hopes to knock them into a wall of some type. He was running quite force hopefully it'd deal some damage.
*Galatic Edge fired into Envious rend causing a bleed through of 74,699 heading to hit Dantalion*
*Went to lariat both Chikara and Mammon*
*Took Mammon incoming slash after he gets hit or dodges if he got afterimage but mostly ignored it.*
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 19, 2016 6:11:34 GMT
Power Level:
Power Level: Thirty Seven Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty
A hiss, that was all that could be heard as the last few slices of Ki fizzled into the Galactic Edge attack, Dantalion's eye sockets widened, the garnet coloration intensifying as he quickly darted across, his body flung with little control as he barely scraped past the hit. Or at least that is what he thought had happened, a sharp jab of pain ran along the length of his arm for a second, before transferring into his shoulder as he looked down. His arm was vaporized in the ensuing Blast.
He paused for a few minutes, his sight dropped down as slowly he descended onto the building's rooftop, his free arm sheathing his sword as he started to channel whatever Ki he had left. From his arm a light started to form, small snaps of tentacles reaching out of the wound, wriggling along the length as green ichor dripped down with a soft pat from the opening. Dantalion's face furrowed, his entire face morphing as the tiny synapses started to mend and fold recreating a patch of flesh to keep the wound from bleeding out.
Slowly Dantalion began to move, his entire body hunched over as a quiet cry echoed from atop the building, "This always fucking Hurts.... Why does it always have to fucking hurt...." he groaned with a grind of the teeth, slowly looking down through the hole of the building before seeing Mammon decked across the halls. Dantalion considered helping for a moment, but then remembered all the times Mammon had called him Dan or some other iteration of his name and decided that for once, he was going to let Mammon become humble.
Until of course, he smelt it, the sulfur forming in the air, the light crackle of nearby paper as he felt the rush of heat began to coalesce in Mammon's face. "Damnit.... Guess I gotta find a new job..." Dantalion grumbled, his body tossed into the air as he pulled himself out of his range of literal fire, instead opting to watch the lovely fireworks form from up in the safety of the skies, their cold winds a stark contrast to what was soon to become a raging inferno beneath his feet.
Took Galactic Edge - Left Arm Vaporized
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Post by Mammon on Dec 19, 2016 6:21:59 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992
It dripped down onto him, it bathed him in red it spattered his face leaving lines of dark colour across his chin. "I happen to be a business demon." he spread his hand's in open gesture. "And as you've probably heard my kith and kin are quite fond of /deals/."
"I am forming a group, to watch each others backs in these trying times." This was it, this is what it meant to be a demon to see your enemies broken and hear the lam- it all happened in the space of a couple seconds the impact from the Lariat and the wingless flight 'Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk' it hit him like a blue themed fire truck the arm connected to the back of his neck and tossed him face first into the ground, sliding across the dance floor to the ringing scream of Barry Gibb 'Stayin' Al-ive!' He laid there splayed out across the floor like metaphorical road kill. "This means war." he said with a mouthful full of dance floor.
"Papa Smurf, you're really starting to annoy me." He got to his feet, it was more he shambled to his feet and grabbed onto a bench and pulled himself up like a drunken seal and was about to clap his hand's together and beg for fish when his senses descended back down on him like an angel from on high. "And when people annoy me, people go missing." he took in a deep breath filling his cheeks with air and he let it out, not in a breath not a stream of air but a mote of fire that spewed forth in a torrent of glowing embers that leaped and twirled in a glowing dance, twinkling like tiny suns in the molten air.
It bathed the building in fire and ate at the supports with gleeful abandon, the tongues of fire sucked at the air and churned out smoke like some kind of horrible refinery in the business of not making but destroying, the light fixtures began to bubble and crack exploding into tiny shards that sparkled and lit the air up with debri and flying glass daggers. "Burn you blue related joke!" The building began to let out shutters and began the death throws of a building on fire.
Took The Lariat [Custom Demon Ability] Evil Flame - PL 99,992 At Gekido
KP 0/3
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Post by Chikara on Dec 19, 2016 7:17:58 GMT
A proposal came from the Demon Mammon. The creation of a group which would watch each other's backs. The idea was very interesting and it intrigued him greatly, though the hole horn through the leg thing was certainly an odd way to start an alliance. Making allies was something that Chikara was very interested in, and perhaps this could be the beginning, but a lot of questions went through his mind. Could he really trust this Demon? He did attack him just a few moments ago. Would he really watch his back? Would Chikara trust himself enough to do the same?
All these questions and more soon rushed out of the Heran’s head and were swiftly replaced with a skull crushing lariat at the hands of his brethren. The strike hit with enough force to throw him against the wall and at this rate there would be a Chikara sized hole left there. His vision was groggy and his ears were still ringing but he wasn’t ready to stop defending himself. This group were a bunch of wild animals and he needed to get his guard up. He peeled himself off the wall and fell right back onto his face. Maybe now he was ready to stop defending himself.
No! He was not a quitter, not yet. He grabbed onto the legs of a stool and once again pulled himself back up to his feet. Blood was now dripping from the mouth and he wasn’t sure whether it was from internal or external bleeding. His sight was now coming back and he looked around to see how his new friends were doing. It seemed the Heran had wounded the other Demon, incinerating his arm. The wound looked quite gruesome but it didn’t seem to affect the Demon that much seeing as a patch of skin quickly folded over it.
The only one of the group that showed any sort of diplomacy was now about to lose it to. Mammon, the reasonable one, launched his own devastating attack. A breath of fire came spewing from the mouth of the Demon, and Chikara was quick to look for a way out. The fire raged and he couldn’t see how the other two were going to deal with it, but right now he was just focused on himself. “By Kami what are you trying to do, kill us all?” The flames quickly engulfed the building and Chikara used the stool to hobble out.
The night had taken a very large and very hot turn for the worse now. Not only had he potentially lost the use of his leg but his hair was singed and would need to be cut. The smoke was everywhere, but he could detect the power of Mammon quickly rising. The lariat had pissed him off to a scary degree, and now the Heran would surely never hear the end of it. With his stool quickly catching on fire, he threw it away and was left crawling on the ground, hoping that perhaps they would forget about him and move on. |
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Post by Gekido on Dec 19, 2016 7:57:33 GMT
The Sanctification of seeing the demon losing his arm was amazing, but watching the other demon be nailed by the lariat brought just as much exictment and joy to the herans soul. He looked like a pile of road kill as the heran burst into laughter looking at the other heran who layed on the ground fucked up from being nailed by the lariat and the stab wound, "Yes i can feel it the rush of battle filling my veins, i've not felt this way in weeks it feels so good, keep it going get your ass up i want to fight dead man." he yelled at the demon as he got to his feet he looking at him with blood lust filling his whole gaze, his fist tightening he could his body exude power he could not feel ki but he knew of he knew it was so close, everything was about to burst, his muscles were budging to their maximum or at least near their maximum, the feeling of power it excited him he wanted to dance with his devil and bring him to his knees and break his skull with one last elbow leaving him a man beaten into submission. Oh how exciting would it be, but the demon was not done he knew that he'd not get his party until he was done for the long count.
The Demon spat out some words before spewing out a massive amount of flames. "Men may go missing but i am Gekido the Butcher i will die quietly i'll beat you to death before i fall to my knees and concede death." He spat at the heran as he seem to be in fear judging by waht he was saying, "Were is your heran pride to face death in the flesh i'll beat back death then beat you in for trying to run from a fight you joined you fucking coward." He yelled back as the flames rushed towards him about to touch his fleshy body he smiling, he could show off his new technique. He slammed his fist down as as barrier formed the flames began to go around him, "Nova Nullification!" He yelled as as yellow barrier forming around him to shield him from the flames but the flames power proved to be far more then expected. The flames pieced through the barrier hitting Gekido as he let out a scream of pain before tumbling away flames covering his whole body as he landed in the wall. The burn pieces of wood landed around him as it looked like for a split moment he had done the job but the heran got to his feet burns running down his chest and arms, "That was good, if i had not put up my barrier you might of won but i prepared for a foe that would turn you and i into Swiss cheese so i am sure as now going to be be thrown around by a white haired bastard." The heran smiled blood covering his teeth as he cracked his neck, "Now that we used alot of our energy the real fun can begin." He grabbed the nearest Table lifting it above his head. "I hope you like this table cause you can have it!!!" He yelled as threw the table right at Mammon ready to hit him right on in order to knock the wind out of him or attempt too.
*Gekido used N1 barrier: Nova Nullification to intrecpt the Evil flame but the barrier broke he still taking some major damage from the flames*
*99,992-28038=71,954 then cut in half by barrier secondary effect to be 35,977 bleed through connected with Gekido*
*Kp:0/3*
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 19, 2016 8:46:51 GMT
Power Level: Thirty Seven Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty
Slowly Dantalion slowly descended from the rooftop, a silent wail as his jaw hung ajar, watching from high above as the Heran managed to block the initial impact of the flames, only to be pushed back by their continued perseverance. He felt his body start to tingle, the light of Makyo fueling his body as he felt his body begin to almost shrink and then enlarge as he descended far behind the Heran. Dantalion stood for a few seconds, the sensation of tingled flames dancing beneath his feet as a mass of Ki began to form in his mouth, the fleshy stitches that had patched his arm started to fall loose, breaking apart and letting loose short-lived bursts of ichor from his arm as his body began to violently shake as the Ki started to overflow.
Then came the wave, the mass of Ki started to pressurize in his mouth, shrinking into a small beam as his mouth finally broke free, almost snapping at the sides as he released the Ki straight for Gekido's back. "Nuclear, Bazooka!" he screamed in defiance as a new wash of pain ran through his body, the last few stitches breaking free as the blood began to flow freely. The air itself began to break with tension, crackles of green energy flowing through as the stitches began to wail backwards, sapping themselves in futile vein as they tried to restitch the flesh once again, a few managing for splits of seconds at a time before being tossed back out, causing more harm then good.
[Custom Demon ability] Nuclear Bazooka - Power Level - 37, 680 Gekido
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Post by Mammon on Dec 19, 2016 9:16:38 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992
He watched as fire licked the walls around him like it meant to play, burning glass fixture and furniture alike bleaching walls black. At first the timbers resisted, scorch marks began to bloat their surface and the heat rolled out in a wave so intense it sapped the air of moisture turning the club into a hellish landscape of eye watering smoke. "Warriors." he said with disgust as if the word fouled his very tongue as its utterance passed from his lip's."You don't get it, this wasn't a fight this was an example."
The table flipped end over end bouncing off the floor taking tile and plank with it where it touched, he wasn't surprised by this in the least a table can be seen a mile coming and he had grown tired of furniture themed weaponry, since the chair incident. He extended his hand a slight shimmer to the air a ball of light welled up from his out stretched palm and he sent it against the table, and again, and again he did this until turning the spinning table into mere splinters that passed around him with a slight breeze from their passing. "Futile."
He clasped his hand's together with a low 'thumping' sound he began to clap, the soft sound of it echoed through the crackling and the death shudders of a building turned to ash. "You've lost." And he smiled at the Heran, well to say that wasn't correct he showed him his teeth all pointed canines on display and it was the kind of grin that went with a manic laugh. And as Dantalion's attack hurtled down towards Gekido, like a green meteor ready to wipe out one blue dinosaur. "Ha-" and he laughed his frame filling with the raucous laughter letting it put a skip to his step filling his body with mirth as he walked towards Chikara, looking down at the wounded combatant. "Life got you down?" he reached out to pluck him up by the collar and begin to move out of the flaming building knocking flaming timber from his path with an absent minded swipe of his arm.
"So tell me about yourself boy?" he said conversationally like they weren't leaving the burning wreck of a building. "I think I can see a younger bluer me in you, of course add a brain. But I think we can work together." It was moment like this one read the fine print before signing, before dotting the Is and crossing the Ts and before saying 'I Assure my soul to great demon's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!' or some such bloody oath. "We'll work together just fine."
Shot KI Blast At The Table
Gone To Pick Up Chikara, And Begin Walking Out
Chikara
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Post by Chikara on Dec 19, 2016 9:44:58 GMT
Laying on the ground, like a worm trying to flee the oncoming rain, Chikara heard the Heran screaming at him. He was called a coward for trying to leave with his life, and maybe he was right. Was he a coward? It was undeniable that he was fleeing from the battlefield, and he was afterall a Heran warrior was he not? How could he bear to look himself in the mirror after this? At least he would be able to look himself in the mirror though; chances of the other Heran making it out of this battle with a functioning face where dropping every minutes.
The second Demon was now charging up the most powerful attack yet, and it was targeted directly at the Heran that put him on the ground. It was strong, but would it be strong enough to get the job done? Probably not, but it would certainly try. Good riddance to the man that had scorned him, a coward he was not, but also a fool. “I’m afraid it’s not quite my time to face death, perhaps you shall greet her for me?” Chikara watched the Demon charge his attack, wondering if they would perhaps meet again one day, maybe under better circumstances.
But he did not have any intention of sticking around for much longer, indeed he was quite happy to leave if the two animals tearing each other apart would allow him. They seemed to be quite happy fighting each other and so Chikara thought perhaps he could slip away while they were distracted. He still did not have the use of his leg back, and any supplies to help him heal were all the way back in his ship. He tried to perhaps fly instead, but the energy for it wasn’t quite there yet, it was coming but it would be a long wait.
That really only left the option of crawling. The degrading crawl through the mud was the cherry on top of the ruined night out. Chikara stopped for a second to check out his wound, and it looked as bad is it felt. The bleeding had stopped for now, but it was as ugly as they came. Just when he thought his night couldn’t get any worse, Mammon came down and started playing nice. Chikara could use a hand in this situation, but he wasn’t going to play nice with strangers just yet, he wasn’t as stupid as he looked, or acted.
The Demon grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to his feet. He spoke of working together but Chikara pushed him aside and fell back onto a wall. “Careful what you say, buddy, I may look pretty bad but I still got fight left in me if I need it. You can’t just pick me up off the ground and expect me to play nice with you; that’s not how this works I’m afraid. If you want to make any sort of ground with me, you can start by apologizing to what you did to my leg. Without those little magic things we call Senzu beans I wouldn’t ever walk again!” |
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Post by Gekido on Dec 19, 2016 19:12:40 GMT
The table was easily destroyed from his ki blast as the man spoke, "an example, maybe of how weak you are don't like some cocky fucker i'm gonna fuck you up." Gekido said as he strided forward, this man thought he was some joke he was not going to let him get away with such insults, he was going to break him. He kicked off the ground leaping towards the man. But then he heard it the noise of a man screaming at the top of his lungs Nuclear bazooka. Gekido turned around to see the large ball of energy flying right at him, The man spun around putting his arms up to try and grab the blast but he had no ki left so the blast hit him full on as he felt more burns race up his body and more pain but under it all was rage. He was going to lose, agian! Every foe seemed to throw him around, from Koldar to Carva to Jihana and now two demon clowns. What was the difference he was a hungry warrior, he craved the fight he trained maybe not the right way but he trained but foes on earth just seemed to be on another level. He was sick of it, he didn't want to lose. Gekido body raced down smashing into the floor leaving rubble to cover the heran warrior as he layed there thinking and thinking, he could barley feel his body anyway.
The heran pushed his hand against the cold floor as he slowly tried to get to his feet blood dripping down his mouth as he looked up at the demons blood covering his face, "Cheap....shot." he spat out a glob of blood as he slowly staggered to his feet, he'd be dammed to be defeated by such a weak attack. He didn't want to lose agian, not agian. The heran didn't have any strength left and there was three of them. Thoughts raced through his head he needed a plan, how would he take them all out, he needed speed...no power. He could gain more power but becoming slow and he didn't have any way to get faster. He didn't have much ki left in the tank. He needed strength right now, he didn't want to lose and become the warrior who was all talk and no bite, he already lost his pride he didn't have much left to lose, but if he lost respect too, it would be worthless for him to continue his existence, he would prove himself as a shame, not a true warrior just a shame of a real one. He didn't want that, the heran getting to his feet his aura bursting around him as his muscles began to expand, "No, this was an example all right but why you don't fuck with a heran!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as his body expanded his aura exploding with power as he screamed at the top of his lungs, he bulking up but he knew that form would not be enough no he had to be fast and strong as his muscles began to harden as he stepped out of the rubble with a thud breaking the floor under him. He let out a gasp for air, he was really hurt that much they knew the question was how much in the tank did he have left, but he didn't need much. Gekido was ready to maul them, like a wild animal. His body had bulked up but it didn't seem like he became some large but he didn't seem to slow down, "So this was Jihana special form." A smirk formed on his face, "Guess that means your lives have come to an end." He kicked off the ground first rushing at Dantalion to pay him back for what he just did pulling back his fist he went for a punch to smack that demon in the jaw.
*Unlocked Battle Bulk Powerlevel:168,232*
*Kp:1/3*
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 19, 2016 22:55:08 GMT
Power Level: Thirty Seven Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty
His body fizzled out, his head hanging low as he took a turn, a heavy pant as he started to walk away channels of green Ki still rushing through his veins until he heard the rock start to crumble and mold, his head turning as his jaw hung low "Oh... Can't you just stay down..." he groaned, realizing how much of a mistake Mammon had just put him into his free hand sliding over to his sword as he prepared himself, "Mammon... The job ain't done..." he screamed behind him, preparing to make one last desperate struggle against the Heran.
Then came the movement, Dantalion could barely react fast enough as he drew his sword, making a short-lived slice against his chest utilizing the length of the blade before feeling his face crack, the fist smashing against the length of his left side a dose of spittle escaping into the air as his body was quickly flung backwards, his consciousness waning as he flew straight past Mammon, the tendrils of his arm tapping against his shoulder as his body flew through towards a building. The tap symboled a simple state of, 'Tag, You're it.' as his body flew backward, his body limp and numb from the pain before finally crashing with a heavy moan as a support column crumpled beneath the force, the building beginning to topple and sway left then right as it with jagged movements began to fall to the ground.
Dantalion laid there as the building began to topple over, his vision a blur as he slowly picked himself up, the few drops of Ki left in his body as his free arm held his lower jaw in place, his movements a daze as he slowly started to press into the ground. As the building toppled over Dantalion started to dissipate, his form vanishing beneath the surface as he began to burrow his way to freedom, like a mole trying to escape a lion. Before he pressed into the ground he looked to Mammon, his head nodding back and forth, "You are right fucked mate." was the last thing he said before disappearing below ground, the wail of the Scraper as the building toppled beneath him, covering his escape path.
Took Gekido's Punch - Knocked through Skyscraper
Power Level: 1045
Strategic Retreat through underground (AKA. Attempting to leave Thread)
Intent Power Level
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Post by Mammon on Dec 19, 2016 23:42:48 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992 Multi Form Variant 49,996
"Apologise? Should I take the other leg, rend the flesh from the bone and suck out the marrow as you watch helplessly." he looked down at the wall side Heran, shaking his horned head from side to side. "You are in no position to argue, but you have spirit and I like that. So for that I will say ser-" his lip's quirked up around the word struggling for a moment to pronounce it before finishing it with a non committal grunt. "Sorry. But if you had this hidden strength you would've used it, empty bravado is unbecoming."
His eye's adjusted to the smoke, that he blinked a few times registering Geikidos, form in the smoke. "Blue and gruesome is hard to put down." he looked back at his fallen companion with an almost weary expression to his feature's the downcast to his eye's the thin line of his mouth. "Now you have a few options, come with me or explain it to that-" he leaned over to raise a gnarled finger towards the roided up smurf. "-you're just an /innocent/ bystander. I don't like your chances."
The fire light caught and cast strange and alien shadows across the duo, where the tongues of light touched they moved black smokey arms of shadow making them writhe and move with a malign intelligence, Mammon's was actually fricken moving it just got up out of the ground like it was waiting there a creature bathed in the water of its dark birth crouched over itself like it would pain it to stand. "Distract him." The demon cooed walking over to the ghastly construct setting a fatherly hand on its shoulder, it was a gaunt creature its bones showed through pallid skin every twitch or movement you could see the joints within their sockets the tremor of the muscles beneath. "Now go."
The thing bounded across the rubble jumping into open air and began to scamper on all fours like some great sickly hound. It raced toward Gekido, leaping towards him ready to rend and rave or at least to the best of its capabilities. "Now we're leaving." He'd reach out to take Chikara, forcefully and that he'd broke no argument from the wounded warrior. He walked out of the building letting the toxic smoke fill his path and obscure him, he'd make a quick turn merging into an alley and continue on trying to leave the scene and one pissed off Heran, that he was sure could have the reward of speaking to the police.
Used Binder's Call To Create A Ki Construct worth 50% of his PL 49996
Sending It After Gekido, In An Attempt To Distract Him
Attempting To Leave Thread With Chikara Intent PL
Chikara
Total Thread Word Count 2,928
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Post by Chikara on Dec 19, 2016 23:54:22 GMT
Mammon was quite clear that he did not have any intention of apologizing. Then again why should he? Really it was Chikara that had thrown the bottle and he who had tried to kick the Demon, and so he didn’t really have anyone else to blame but himself. He was right in that he had position to argue, and he had called his bluff about having any sort of power left. He was sapped of any fight and his leg would slow him down anyway. Chikara was really stuck in the mud when it came to option; trust the Demon, or fight the Heran?
When he put it like that the choice was obvious, annoying, but obvious. The other Demon has seemingly fled which means that he would be alone against the Heran who had managed to power up even further than what he thought was possible. Mammon used his powerful Ki control to create some sort of creature which flew up after the Heran in an attempt to distract him. “I suppose I’ll be leaving with you then, not exactly as pretty as the ones I usually go home with, but you’ll just have to do. But no funny Business.” ---------- (Leaving Thread) |
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Post by Gekido on Dec 20, 2016 0:04:33 GMT
The heran roared with rage as he hit the demon Dantalion full force knocking him away right into a skyscraper he turning his gaze to see the demon form some type of minion and he was fleeing. He spat on the ground as the heran and him ran as well along with the demon he had just cloaked, "It does not matter i don't need to chase you weaklings." The heran turning as he began to walk off a feeling of power swelled into him, he had caused them to all flee, they knew he was too powerful but it was not enough to defeat Jihana he had to be even stronger, she was so powerful. But he had taken a step, he had reached a form equal to her own but he needed to learn to control it he could already feel the fibers ripping themselves to shreds under the strain of such a form. He could understand why she just stood there taking his blows, she was probley in pain like this. It burned his whole body was pushing itself beyond its normal limit, hell that limit had already been broken. The form Dissipated as he began to limp in pain, he felt like all his muscles had just ripped themselves apart as he let out a massive sigh as he walked, he would need to rest somewhere for awhile that form was not something he could take lightly, he needed to train with such a form before in battle it became something he could use without killing himself, just for a single minute he already felt as if he was gonna be ripped in two what about two or three minutes. He shuttered at the thought exploding into blood and guts in the middle of battle cause his body could not withstand the pressures of such a form. He honestly didn't know what he could do but he needed training, he would need to find Koldar, he would be the best bet for more training or maybe go find the emperor though the emperor had ticked him a little regardless he would need some training. The heran limped away heading out of town to find somewhere to sleep
(Exit gonna take some juicy Powerlevel)
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Dec 21, 2016 7:33:45 GMT
Mammon : 4696 power level. 12,499 > 17,195 Gekido : 4370 power level. 21,069 > 25,439 Dantalion : 3905 power level. 7,286 > 11,191 Chikara : 5954 power level. 6,824 > 12,778
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