Washed Away [OPEN]
Characters: Anybody washed into the desert by the flood, a shitload of Kishin Eggs.
Location: The desert and ruins surrounding Death City.
Rating: R, in anticipation of swearing in terror.
Time: Sept 14 and onwards, for the duration of the monsoon.
Format: Action or Prose
Description: Whether by accident or in the interest of having fun, more than a few ( Read more... )
Location: The desert and ruins surrounding Death City.
Rating: R, in anticipation of swearing in terror.
Time: Sept 14 and onwards, for the duration of the monsoon.
Format: Action or Prose
Description: Whether by accident or in the interest of having fun, more than a few ( Read more... )
Simultaneous to turning around, he heard Nataku's congratulatory announcement. It was fortunate; maybe the Guests could proceed in helping themselves a little. He, too, could hear more enemies approaching still and there wasn't the time to deal with them singularly anymore. He could do something about them, but he'd need time to prepare for it.
"Blue and Red! Hold them off for a few seconds! I will guard Nataku!" he ordered loudly. They wouldn't be able to handle three at once, though; his blade shrank slightly before launching from his arm powerfully, chain trailing shrilly as it lanced between the legs and lower abdomen of the lead Kishin Egg, crippling its movement and quite possibly robbing it of its once-manhood in the process. Adding yet another injury to both insult and injury, he whipped the chain across to send the violated beast flying into the second one on its right, tripping it up.
That left the one on their right for the two Guests, to be followed by the left once it could regain its feet. The lead one wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, even if it wasn't quite dead. Death may have been preferable. The blade was torn from the bloody mess and the chain retracted, returning it to Justin as he then took an odd pose, with his head bowed and eyes closed. The oncoming Kishin Egg sprang forwards like a crazed animal, attempting to crush the Weapon and Meister under its weight.
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Date broke into a small grin at Nataku's words and despite the situation, looking very much more fired up as he grabbed the Weapon without another wasted second. The resonation was nothing like what he had with Genesis - it was almost unbearable, but just tolerable enough for Date to keep his hold on and not drop the Weapon. Looks like Dante wasn't going to be that all agreeable just yet, but at least now things were getting somewhere.
Between Nataku's deadpan commentary and Justin's barking orders, the Meister only kept grinning, feeling much more confident now that he had a Weapon with him. Now that he had a Weapon to fight now, he felt very much at the ready to deal some serious damage for all the trouble these kishins had caused in the last few minutes.
"Alright, I got it," he replied to Justin as he tightened his hold on Dante, feeling the thrill of battle starting to surge through his veins as he lunged right towards the nearest Kishin that was after them, already brining out the giant claymore to slash in a wide arc against the beast to deal the first strike. "You ready for this, Dante? Let's party!"
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He noticed that his form wasn't that of what he remembered Rebellion to be like. In fact this was the form it had before Vergil saw fit to impale him with his own sword. It was right after it had changed form that he had been able to use his Devil Trigger. Considering that he couldn't use it in this form did this mean that someone else could? Dante could ponder this later, for now they had some asskicking to do.
Let's get this party started! Dante didn't know how well Date could wield a claymore, he had only seen him with those practice swords and they had none of the length or weight of Rebellion, he tried to send Date information on how to wield it (him?) and the various moves he had used once. He had no idea if he could even communicate with Date, but it was better than doing nothing and like hell was he just going to just sit back and do nothing.
Dante slashed right through the Kishin, tearing it nearly in half like it was made of paper. The Kishin fell screaming and writhing. It wasn't dead yet, but it wasn't going to get back up. That left just one which was now more wary of them after seeing what had happened to its comrade.
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A beat. "It also occurs to me that neither of you are taking the option of abandoning me to get to safety." His head titled every so slightly in the mud to look around legs and the like to watch what was happening -- he had to know what it was that was going to kill him, as he was unsure if they could keep up the momentum of the fight. Still, he wondered if he would have to yell in order to get them to listen to him, but he rarely ever did so. He did not see the point, when it seemed like they were just ignoring him; he would just repeat what he was saying until they acknowledged it.
The halted Kishin seemed to finally decide on what it would do as well. It ran toward the meister and weapon, before trying to weave out of the way of any attack. Actually proving to be a lot faster than the ones that came before, and could slide just a bit out of the way of the blade at first. Sliding through the mud to help it literally slip past the two. Spurred on perhaps by the constant screaming of the one that had fallen before, and following screaming that seemed to be coming from the darkness.
As for the one that had fallen, it continued to flop and twist about on the ground. Trying to swing itself toward the two, to bite anything that it could. Still so hungry and furious and wishing to share the pain felt over any logic that it could no longer defend itself, that it could no longer do anything to get away properly.
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Nonetheless, he held his left arm straight forward as if grasping something invisible in mid-air and supported it with his right, before enunciating the words of a prayer:
✝Dear God of Death City, watch over everyone's safety...✝
The runaway had fumbled slightly in its difficulty with gaining traction for changing direction or otherwise launching an attack at the Death Scythe and noncombatant, but there were precious seconds left before it would be able to right itself and pounce. The enemy that was thrashing was succeeding in kicking up a whole lot of wet sand and light debris, but it was otherwise indiscriminate; its flailings were closer to that of death throes than any deliberate attack upon the ones that had wounded it.
At this moment, only the truly observant may have noted that the sounds of the third, crippled Kishin had given way to silence. It had previously lain at the very edge of vision, but amidst the chaos it had disappeared into the darkness. A long, dark tendril had seized it by the ankle and dragged it ominously into the shadows, marked only by a very quiet crunch that proceeded its subtle disappearance. The outline of a larger, blacker silhouette slowly began to materialize.
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Letting out a confident cry, the Meister brought out the claymore towards the front, holding it with both of his hands for extra balance and precision as he struck the kishin right head on with the Weapon, the blade plunging right through the beast. A loud cry came out from the Kishin when the attack hit, and Date grinned when the blow struck. That wasn't all though, and the Meister immediately moved while the beast was stuck and struggling, a surge of energy running up his arm as he jerked his sword arm with enough force to dislodge the Kishin from the blade. Before it could react though, the Meister was attacking once again, his arm moving at an almost impossible speed as he stabbed the Kishin endlessly with the tip and edge of the claymore he was holding, and the Kishin could only squeal and scream in pain as the blade continued to impale and plunge its body endlessly without remorse.
This all went on for a good minute before Date let the grin on his face widening as he finished the attack, ending the Million Stab move with a final decisive jab that sent the Kishin flying back and bleeding with multiple wounds across its now horribly mutilated body. "Breakdown!"
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Breakdown! Dante echoed Date's words. He was especially pleased that Date had kept the line. That line made his move all the more cooler in his opinion.
He didn't realise it, but Dante was indiscriminately pouring all his energy into their resonation. So much that he was threatening to overwhelm Date unless he also increased his own output. This would put them in a risky position as they wouldn't be able to sustain it for very long. They needed to end this quickly. Unfortunately it didn't look like it would with the appearance of the large much larger Kishin.
Looks like they've finally decided to send their best.
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Nataku had been watching as much as he could from his vantage point and noticed that one of their enemies was missing. His head gave a slight tilt -- messing his hair and face up a little more in the mud. These Kishin eggs were not smart enough to know that it should run to save itself when meeting a stronger enemy. Too obsessed with their hunger for such logic. Where...?
The praying of Justin had broken his own concentration just a bit. "Do you believe that we are going to die? Is that why you pray for us?" Nataku could see the shape that was slipping out from the darkness. Still lumbering toward them, still just a little too far off for a direct attack, but the tendrils had once more spread out toward them. The glowing granted from the souls did act like makeshift beacons at least. He watched the shadows move against the light. "You really needn't bother. I do not believe you should put your time and effort calling to a potentially fictional being."
Those tendrils lashed out to wrap around Date's ankles as it had to the Kishin egg of before, to knock him off balance. Perhaps, cause him to lose his Weapon, as well. The intent was to drag him back to where the Kishin was still heading toward them. Other shadow tendrils twisted into spears to lash out at the two of them at the same time as it tried to coil about the meister's legs. Cause the meal to bleed and not cause a great struggle for when the feasting actually began.
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✝Dear God of Death, I'm your missionary of peace......✝
The phenomenon was invisible to all of those present given the lack of Soul Perception, but Justin's soul wavelength was growing larger with each word uttered. The air surrounding him began to thrum and distort tangibly, kicking up wet sand amidst the sound of a slowly rising shrilling. This did nothing to dissuade the approaching Kishin Eggs, though. The situation was long past the point of intimidation; one way or another, one side was not going to leave this place except as consumed souls.
Even if the shrieking had abated, more Kishin Eggs lurked still. A number of them flitted beyond the reach of the larger one, slinking back and forth restlessly like scavenging hyenas. They were being cautious, but there was no doubt that the instant souls were torn from bodies that they would swarm forward to overcome whoever proved the victor. Even if the big one was focused on the Meister and Weapon for now, though, none would risk coming closer for fear of being devoured.
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Noticing the tendrils just in time, the Meister just managed to leap back in time before they could grab at him. Skidding as he landed, the samurai channelled another bout of energy from their resonation and through his sword arm, unleashing out in a shockwave as he swung the claymore in a fast but wide arc. The shockwave swept through the air, knocking the kishin back and Date instantly took his chance to deal the next strike.
"Hah!" he let out a shout as he boosted himself with a dash forward towards the beast without pause, skidding across the ground once again when he was close enough and thrusted the Weapon forward in the Stinger attack with enough force and velocity to skewer their opponent right through - if the attack hit, of course.
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By now Dante's contribution to this whole thing (other than you know, his actual body as a Weapon and his soul energy) was reduced to little more than little interjections every time a combo ended. Hopefully Date didn't mind, unlike Dante who did mind that sort of thing as evidenced with Agni and Rudra.
Date was doing remarkably well in imitating the Weapon's moves. So it was unfortunate that remarkably well was not quite good enough in this battle. The attack was a beat too slow and the Kishin just managed to avoid getting skewered. With a scream of rage it lunged at the duo.
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Or perhaps, the exhaustion which had affected his entire body to the point of being immobilized had decided to give him hallucinations. Either way, he felt that he should alert Justin that the constant praying was not actually helping and the two who were protecting them required his actual assistance rather than the so-called spiritual assistance that the young priest was calling upon.
"You should cease praying." Even so, his tone did not change from the same monotone as before. "I do not see how it will help our current predicament if we are still going to die. Which is becoming increasingly a high probability with your lack of assistance."
As he finished his observation, the Kishin egg lunged at Dante and Date. The tendrils had been knocked back by the initial attack, but returned to turn once more into spears -- lashing out to launch themselves toward Date to skewer the other's limbs as the creature itself tried to knock the meister over with its weight. Mouth open full of teeth as it snapped at Date's face, claws poised to try to dig into flesh just as much as the tendrils of before tried to do.
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✝I am a pillar of justice... a blade of faith...✝
Charging was almost complete. The next prayer was the trigger, and hopefully the others would have the sense to get down when it fired. Admittedly, it was hard to not notice it, but still. They didn't seem overly intelligent. Still, for a seemingly new and temporary partnership, they fought together well. The situation was actually quite convenient; if that behemoth weren't here, it would've been impossible to keep the large number of lesser creatures at bay long enough to take them all out in one strike. As it was now, they were clustered in one group as a perfect target.
Whether by chance or because even their stunted intellect could sense a climax coming to the fore, the pack of Kishin Eggs ceased their skulking and fanned out in a loose semi-circle behind the bigger beast. Claws and fangs were bared, and some were even now crouching low to prepare to lunge forward for the kill. Those closest to the center tentatively took a step forward or two, sizing up the large one as if expecting it to be its new target. The eyes of the rest narrowed on the Weapons and Meister, tense with readied action.
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Cursing mentally when the stinger attack failed to make its mark, the samurai leaped back just in time before the Kishin could retaliate at him. He barely had time to gather back himself before the tendrils were flying at him and the Meister did the first thing that came into his mind. Channelling the energy from their partnership, Date leaped into the air to avoid the tendrils. The tendrils tried to chase him, but then the Meister grinned and then suddenly leaped again the air solidifying around his feet for moment from the intricate circle of magic that had formed for all but a brief second.
This move's pretty useful, Date remarked mentally to Dante before gripping the claymore tightly, making sure it was firmly in his grasp before he twisted in mid-air, bringing down the giant blade from above his head and right down onto the kishin with the Helm Breaker move, complete with warcry.
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Of course it's useful, everything I do is useful, was his oh so brilliant reply. Although he did wonder why Date could do that when he couldn't any more. He had totally taken the time to see what he could and could no longer do. The could not list was generally just filled with anything that was linked to his demonic blood for obvious reasons. This thought was registered at the back of his mind while he was concentrating on this fight.
The Weapon echoed the Meister's war cry and a sickening crunch was heard as he made contact with the monster. It was unclear if that blow was enough to completely take it out and it looked like that there wasn't enough time to check before the rest of the pack moved in on the four. A conclusion was expected to be swiftly made, but in whose favour?
Let's finish this!
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Even if he felt mostly apathetic at this point, merely because he had accepted his fate the moment that he could not stand on his own, he still would have liked for something more to be done to save the other meister and weapon. Useless. Just useless. He closed his eyes as he found that he had no wish to watch either of them die.
It seemed like Nataku had thought too soon for the end.
The charging creature had missed; both tendrils and muscle had failed to tear the two down, or at least Date. There was a moment of harsh laughter just before it thought that it had caught the meister - barking and harsh - which was quickly silenced when he jumped out of reach. It did not give the Kishin egg enough time to retaliate, to redirect. The shadows were cleaved away by the blade, before it sunk into his arm. Tearing through the weak block of muscle and bone, it ripped through the shoulder and threw the beast down into the mud.
Naturally, the other smaller pack had taken it upon themselves to split into two groups. One to tear into and quickly feast upon the injured and dying creature while the rest charged toward Dante and Date. Screaming like the screaming of that summoned the packs of before began, but this was far different. More joyous and calling more to the souls than summoning any others to their aid. Surely, the meister would not be able to fight all of them off.
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