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... )
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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A similar fate seemed to awaiting the stalwart Meister and his Weapon as more of them charged forwards. The time for prayer had ended for Justin, however; the corona of pulsing energy dissipated abruptly and a righteous - possibly also indignant - fury burned within his eyes as he set his sights on the Kishin Eggs. Blue and Red had just completed their aerial attack, so if they were lucky they would probably slip on the muddy, unstable ground beneath their feet upon landing anyway. If not, well. Maybe they'd react in time.
✝In the name of Shinigami, take this!✝
✞LAW ABIDING SILVER GUN!✞
With a brilliant flash of blinding light, a titanic wave of silver energy surged forward from Justin's arms and engulfed all before him, eradicating everything within its path. The blast tore through the masses of Kishin Eggs, first merely drowning out and then completely silencing all of their unholy screams in near-unison under the faintly shrilling roar. When the light began to fade and vision slowly returned, where bodies once had been there were now floating, red spheres.
All except for one: though terribly singed and barely holding onto life by the skin of its teeth, the largest of them twitched feebly. Horrifically injured, there was no fight left within it, but it needed to be finished all the same before it would relinquish its physical form.
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--except he couldn't, because the next thing he knew was Justin's all-out attack and Date was forced to duck before it hit him. The samurai hit the ground moments before the giant silver wave energy flew above his head, Dante in his grip as the claymore clattered onto the earth as well.
The attack was like nothing that he had ever seen; the screeches and cries of the kishin were a testament to the power of the attack, and it even took Date by surprise at the force of the move. So this was the power of what a Death Scythe possessed... incredible. If he could get Dante to work with him, would the Weapon be like that as well? Of course, first he had to convince Dante to work with him once all of this was over...
He broke out of his thoughts by the weak cry of the last kishin that still was clinging onto life, and Date turned around to look at it for a few moments. Looks like we still have one last one to take care of, he went, as he raised the sword back up into stance. Let's finish this!
Channelling whatever energy that he still had, the Meister dashed forward, throwing Dante forward straight and true towards the twitching and dying Kishin, impaling it with the blade. That wasn't the end though, as Date grinned as he jumped, leaping forward with a leg out at the ready as he kicked the sword right through the beast with a finishing cry.
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One last Kishin to take care of and then it was all over. He was looking forward to a long shower after all of this. Let's do this!
Dante was kicked clean through the Kishin and as the Weapon was sailing out he managed to transform back. The remaining Kishin had been taken care of and Dante grinned at their handiwork before promptly collapsing when his legs gave way. "Whoa!"
He hadn't realised just how much energy had been expended during the battle. He must have looked like a real sight, lying on the ground covered with sand, blood and other questionable things.
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Nataku did stop to look toward Dante when he fell. It seemed like he was all right, and he supposed that he appreciated the company. The exhaustion in his limbs was still evident, but fading just enough for him to finally be able to at least push himself up to be sitting on the ground. He raised his hands a few time, flexing his fingers. Looking between the three, he felt he should congratulate them on staying rather than leaving him to die -- and dying in turn. A slight tilt of the head before he started to clap his hands.
"Good job." His hands lowered down to his sides. "Now who gets to devour these souls?"
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