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| Logan | Sat Aug 20, 2011 6:02 am Post #16 |
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Honestly, Logan wasn’t surprised in the least about anything. About how his bodyguard had reacted to the situation, about how he had seemed to march over in his highly irritated state at the insult which was swung his way by a creature he clearly didn’t even like, or at least the young werewolf could tell that his bodyguard held him in a rather low regards. He wondered how far it went, though, and how he might act if it was just another human that had called him grumpy, not that he wasn’t living up to his nickname, possibly to be forced into being called “Grumpy Kalim.” “So, Kalim, why do you hate me so much?” Logan asked blatantly, figuring that the best time to ask such a question was after knowing his name, to grow a slight of familiarity between the two. Of course, Logan wasn’t entirely sure, or that is to say not sure in the very least, that this play would yield any results. He had seen and read about things like this before, where one person uses just the slightest bit of information to coax a better understanding out of whomever they were talking to at that current moment in time. Of course, he didn’t really give much of a time for Kalim to answer, wanting to reinforce the idea of his hatred for the young werewolf, though it was possibly just a great dislike. Logan turned his attention quickly to the girl, whose name he had forgotten but wasn’t important at the current moment in time, his index finger from the hand opposite to his bodyguard pointing to Grumpy Kalim as he asked the question in a slightly different way, “Why does he hate me so much?” The words passed his lips, sounding more confused than before, a slight waver in his voice to emulate a spot of concern for the matter. In all honesty, Logan didn’t care. He figured it was because of the stories and stereotypes of being a werewolf, which were probably perpetrated by the vampires who in turn had stereotypes set upon them because of rumors that the werewolves had passed about them. Maybe finding out who started the rumors and beliefs would never be found out, but both types were paying for it. Logan was absolutely and clearly not a beast that only transformed once a month to eat people and their goats. Actually, he hadn’t even ever tried goat before, raw or cooked, he always preferred his meat cooked, it just tasted better that way, no bloody taste. He also wasn’t particularly weak against silver… just about everything hurt him as much as it would any other creature, though maybe slightly less with the thickness of his skin beneath his fur from when he transformed. Ah, this was just starting to hurt his head, and he was letting his ADD distract him again, a nuisance at times, though it did keep him from getting bored at any given time since he could let his mind wander. He wanted to hear what Kalim had to say on the matter. |
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| Kalim | Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:46 am Post #17 |
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The mixture of shattered brick, rock, and wood clattered into the wheelbarrow as Kal reached it, and the man standing by it gave him a wry look, which the mercenary responded to by stopping and staring at him, daring him to say something. He knew what was going though the worker's head; that it had taken him so long to get just one load in, and doubtless he was wondering just how incompetent the blond-haired swordsman was. Kal didn't bother explaining. They would think he was complaining, some crybaby merc that didn't want to get his hands dirty, and he did not need his reputation marred by this silly fiasco. Carefully making his way back and trying not to trip over all the spare wood and loose gravel strewn all over the place, he glared at Emily. The girl was supposed to be making sure he didn't slack off, but it was her fault that he wasn't getting any work done! He didn't appreciate the irony, and he tried to ignore both her and Logan, but as he passed by he realized that they were still talking about him. He considered just walking along, pretending they didn't exist, and he just shrugged his shoulders at her and the werewolf's question, attempting to brush them off, but when he turned to her and repeated his question, he stopped, practically steaming. He did not like people talking about him like he wasn't even there. Bloody...what is this to them? Are we all gonna talk about our feelings now? He thought about just hitting them both with the shovel, but with so many guards patrolling the streets, he was doubtful he could escape, and while violence towards the werewolf might not land him too many days incacerated, hurting a child would get him in deeper trouble than he wanted. Not to mention, he wouldn't get paid. That wasn't acceptable. He rested the wooden haft of the tool on his shoulder and gave Logan a sidelong look. "You eat people." With that eloquent statement, he got back to work. Something he wished the others would be doing, so they would be quiet and leave him alone. If he got his pay docked... He made his way along the remnants of the crumbled wall, distancing himself from the two others, not in the least bit interested in hearing what assumptions they would garner from his words. He was a mercenary, not a socialite, and he didn't care what they thought of him. The only people he needed to maintain a reputation for were employers, and he doubted they would care if he wasn't fond of monsters. Actually , it might even earn him more work, if he played it right. He'd have to look into it later. |
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| Kemi | Sat Aug 20, 2011 9:54 pm Post #18 |
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Evals turned to look at Logan. "You eat people?" She asked, and then turned back to Kalim. What was he saying that for? Logan didn't know the Bodyguard's name before now so they obviously didn't know each other from before. So following that deduction, Kalim must be making assumptions based on appearance. Just because Logan was a wolf person thingy. Werewolf, probably. The girl didn't even wait for a full response from Logan before walking over to Kalim. She didn't care if his assumption was right or wrong. It was people like this that the Shadow Society existed to change. If not change, eliminate. Exterminating Kalim wasn't on her list of things to do and she'd try and avoid doing it. It wouldn't make her welcome in the construction site again. She poked his side as he worked. "That was quite rude of you. You shouldn't be such a racist. Just because x is y doesn't mean z." Evals explained, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "I honestly don't care if you're right, you shouldn't make assumptions based on what someone is!" A few people started to stare and stop working. This was turning out to be a very unproductive day, with Evals at the centre of the mess. |
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| Logan | Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:50 am Post #19 |
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Logan seemed to freeze in place as his bodyguard spoke, clearly having heard him, which was good. It seemed that despite Logan’s ADD, he might be a mastermind despite what he believed was nothing but insanity and stupidity mixed into one nice furry package. Things with Kalim played out as he wanted them to, getting him to say something along the lines of where his hatred for the young werewolf came from, and for a while it would seem as if Logan would mull this over in his head, simply watching events unfold as Emily went over to harass the mercenary a bit over the whole matter. She seemed to take quite an offence to the reason for the hatred, the racism… Logan on the other hand… Logan burst out laughing when Emily had finished talking, lurching over from the force of his apparent joy, a moment passing before he would straighten himself out to clap his hands together, applauding the performance, the flawless realism and information, as well as his apparent own acting. His acting was apparently good enough to get Kalim to just go right out and say it, pretty much just going on the lines of stereotypes put out by vampires, a hilarious circumstance. Another minute of laughing and Logan would make his way over to Kalim, the laughter dying down to a chuckle as he looked him over, as if he thought himself Kalim’s parent or mentor or something, which wasn’t exactly too far off from what he was planning. And of course, what Logan loved most of all about Kalim’’s supposed reason for hating him, eating people? It was just an amusing idea to him, something that made Logan shake his head before he spoke, still chuckling as he rose a furry finger to indicate he needed a moment, about to say something, but things were just too funny to him. “Look, Kalim… if you’re going to hate me, hate me for my personality, not some age-old stereotype put out by some rabid lycan. Because one day, me or another lycan’s gonna end up saving your ass, and then your world’s gonna get flipped upside down and you’ll see that most weres aren’t monsters. We can just turn into half-animal things.” Logan chuckled, having given his sort of mini-lecture on the situation. Just because he didn’t give a damn about Kalim’s racism didn’t mean that the next were wouldn’t. And almost on cue as Logan finished, a blood-curdling scream would come from the other side of the arena, from within what was once the waiting area behind the gate, apparently somebody being brutally murdered, something that forced Logan’s expression entirely downhill as he moved to a slouch. “Oh, come on!” He complained, as if this were some sort of plot device from one of his stories or games. Quickly he dropped to all fours, running easily on them and towards the source of the scream, calling back towards Kalim specifically, “You cannot blame me for this! I have witnesses!” Trying to make light out of what was surely a dark situation, even now the smell of blood actually beginning to pierce the smells of construction, not just something that would come from a survivable injury if Logan could even smell it, not fully accustomed to his sensitive sense of smell. |
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| Kalim | Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:51 pm Post #20 |
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About to return to work, he scowled when he saw Emily approaching him, and he turned to point at her, speaking angrily. "Just go-" He fumed throughout the girl's little speech, hands twitching the entire time. How silly and ignorant, and strange considering most young girls had nightmares about these kinds of things. He could tell she wasn't normal, though he didn't know how, but this was just plain eccentric. "Don't lecture me," he snapped. "People assume things for a damn good reason. They're usually right, and I'd rather be ready to fight a monster that's going to kill me then be friends with it and die because I wasn't paying attention. That's just how the world works." He turned his irritated expression on Logan as he approached, the werewolf giving his thoughts on the situation. The mercenary just shook his head. "Whatever." As he began to turn around a scream rent the air, and the sellsword whirled in the direction it came from, across the arena. He cast a glance at Logan, shaking his head at his words. "I'm not an idiot. I know you didn't do it." He crossed his arm, staring where the murderous sound had come from, looking around at all the shocked faces on the workers. He had no intention of going over there. So when he saw Logan dropping down on all fours, he swore and shouted after him as he charged off towards the sound. "No! Let the guards handle..." Dammit He had to stay near Logan; the werewolf was his charge, and he had a duty to do this job properly no matter how much he despised it. If that meant rushing headlong into danger, well, lifting rocks was getting old anyway. Reaching up to loosen his sword without actually drawing it, he ran after him. Passing through the shattered gates, Kal froze at the sight that greeted him. What looked like a wolf wuth pitch-black fur was gnawing at the corpse of a woman, large black wings stretching out behind it. It snapped at her body with a bloody maw and revealed a line of sharp, knife-like fangs that could easily crush a throat with one bite. Despite appearances, there was no comparing this creature with the werewolf next to him. This was a demon, forced out of its hiding place in the darkest places of the city by the rebuilding effort. A guard, with spear in hand, came running towards it, chainmail clattering as he came in range. Before he could thrust, the demon dog leapt at his chest, slamming him down into the ground with surprising force and snapping at his face. More screams from behind caught his attention and Kal turned and looked up, where a drove of the monsters were circling above the arena. They began to dive towards the workers. "Lovely day for a demon attack," he growled, drawing his sword in a flash of steel. So much for the city being safe again. At least these were low-level fiends, lacking the intelligence of their more powerful counterparts. The hellhounds were driven by only one instinct: food. "My job is to keep you from dying. So don't." |
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| Kemi | Sun Aug 21, 2011 7:16 pm Post #21 |
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Evals could barely stand his rebuttle to what he said. She put her hands over her ears and turned away. "Lalala, I can't hear you. You're stupid." She talked over him trying to drown out his ignorance. She didn't feel like giving further lectures about how ignorant Kalim was being. Maybe later when they were on break or something and she wasn't suppose to be making sure he was working. Only moments later did she hear something she couldn't have blocked out. Someone screamed, obviously painful too. Not sounding anything like someone got their hand crushed or cut off. No, this was the sound of agony as someone was ripped apart. She knew it too well for someone looking as she did. By the time Kalim and Logan were talking and moving, the child would have disappeared. At the scene, Evals had appeared in the crowd after a little bit. She looked at the hellhound, a demon. That poor woman, looks like she had some good deeds to do today. After it jumped onto one of the guards, Evals moved out of the crowd that had started to scatter now in horror. She skipped merrily towards the woman before reaching her. She knelt down and pulled the body flat onto it's back. She put her hands down on the body, one on the forehead and one on the stomach. Holy energy started to spew out of the girl and into the woman. The spell wasn't quick, so when the hellhound looked up from the body of the guard that she would also have to resurrect now, she wondered how she was going to do this. Maybe she should have thought things through a bit. It jumped off of the body and darted towards the source of the holy energy. Only to be interrupted halfway there by a large hammer crushing it into the ground. The Smasher had saved her before he went off to kill more of the foul beasts. Evals went back to concentrating on bringing the woman back to life. |
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| Logan | Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:26 am Post #22 |
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Let the guards handle it, yeah right, like that would ever happen. The only reason that Logan had left Cascadia was so that he could be a hero, not some civilian sitting on the sidelines having semi-political conversations with supposed and otherwise rather useless bodyguards. He was supposed to be a dog of action, moving forward at a constant pace and trying to do good wherever he could, because he really didn’t want to start getting into the competitive market of killing random people, there were too many guards and paladins involved in that business for him to take, and Paladins annoyed Logan enough without them trying to kill him, or for a better choice of words, purge him from the very face of Chaon itself. He rushed in without needing to check first for traps, or anything wanting to jump out and kill him, but he did come to a several-inch slide to a stop, his feet digging into the ground before he stood back to two feet, hunched over as he tried to see what was going on… What looked like a dog-creature that was eating some poor bastard who probably had a wife and family… Logan didn’t see a ring in the light, but that didn’t really matter at the moment. When Kalim finally arrived a moment after the young werewolf, he was quick to point at the canine-like winged creature, saying without hesitation, “I don’t know that thing.” Mainly as part to annoy Kalim, secondary as a tool to profess his innocence in this matter. A guard ran in from behind the two of them, a spear in hand and ready to kill the dog-demon that was eating through the unfortunately dead man that lie before them, oddly enough a sight which didn’t disturb Logan very much, not enarly as much as when the guard was tackled to the ground. Where Kalim seemed to run out at the sound of additional screams, more of the demons seeming to appear, a nest disturbed perhaps, the young werewolf stayed behind to help the guard, wrapping his two furry hands around the flailing wings of the demon at the base and throwing it nito a nearby wall. A quick movement so that only his left hand was gripped at the wings’ bases, and the lycan’s right hand wrapped around the back of the demon’s head, smashing its face into the old stone wall, cracking from age and force of the blows before the creature was killed by the guard’s spear piercing its heart just below Logan’s hand. The body fell limp to the dirty ground as Logan turned around to see the guard, panting a bit as he looked between the demon and Logan, a simple uttering of, “Thanks.” Passed his lips before he ran back outside to help deal ith the demonic infestation, leaving Logan alone with two corpses, the smell of blood piercing his nose, or at least that’s what it felt like. It wasn’t an appealing scent to him, but this didn’t stop him from looking back to the two corpses, the dog demon, and the dead man… with a water pouch-thingy still strapped to his dead side, Logan couldn’t remember what they were called… but he remembered quickly a supposed rumor passing around outside of Taras that the pouches were actually magical, an endless supply of water as long as you drank every drop… or so he had heard. A furry hand grasped around the chilling pearl necklace beneath his shirt, that kept him so cool despite his fur and the heat… An idea sprang to his mind, and without hesitation he was quick to take the Traveler’s Oasis, that’s what it was called, from the corpse’s body, effectively looting it. After all, dead men didn’t need to drink. Logan made his way to the arena, chuckling slightly to himself, the demons almost seemed like they were using the area like an arena for sport, but they were clearly too dumb to realize where they were, not a single utterance of the black tongue flailing from their lips. The young werewolf quickly snapped back to attention, pulling out most of the water from the Oasis, then bringing the lip of it to his wolfy lips as a small orb of water hung in the air, his thoughts plagued with wishes that it would work as he used his control over water to force the last sips through so he could drink it, and sure enough he was already being bombarded with more water. It looked like his plan might work after all, it would just need a bit of time. |
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| Kalim | Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:00 pm Post #23 |
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He was beginning to move to intercept one of the demons as it attacked a worker when he looked over his shoulder and uttered another foul word as he saw the girl, Emily, kneeling next to the corpse of the fallen woman. How had she gotten to her without him noticing, and what was she doing? The mercenary glanced at Logan, but he had to trust the werewolf enough to not go and get himself killed. If he did, Kal would personally make sure that he did not receive a proper burial. He didn't need to lose his money because his charge was an idiot and ended up getting himself killed. The flying hellhound leaped at her, and he shouted a warning, but the Smasher got to it first, charging in out of nowhere and swinging his massive warhammer. There was a sickening crunch as it connected with the top of the demon and it literally flattened the creature into the ground. The man sai nothing, simply running off to fight more demons. Kal shook his head. A man of few words, it seemed. He closed the distance to Emily, shouting at her. "What are you doing? This isn't a place for a little girl!" She had her hands on the woman's body. "She's dead," he said flatly and emotionlessly. "Just forget about her and leave the fighting to us. You can't handle this." He glanced over at Logan and frowned. The werewolf was just standing there, drinking from some waterskin that he must have procured. Were they both idiots? This was a battlefield! He felt like cursing some more, but he wasn't given the chance. One of the demons swooped low, giving him only a few seconds to react. He pushed his left hand into his cloak and then flung it out, a small throwing dagger sailing towards the hound as it dove. The blade barely missed striking one of its wings, and Kal jerked his sword upward just in time, using the weapon to hold the snapping jaws back. He muttered a word, and in a heartbeat his leather gloves had turned into steel-plated gauntlets, complete with spiked backs. His feet slid back and he swung forward, slamming his left fist against the lesser demon's snout. It gave no notice of the pain, straining towards him before he spun again, kicking it in the face with his right foot. This time it whined and moved back, to its mistake; Kal stabbed it through the skull with his sword, killing it instantly. "I'm requesting hazard pay," the mercenary grumbled, searching the skies for the next demon foolish enough to challenge him. |
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| Kemi | Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:28 pm Post #24 |
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Evals ignored the raving and 'roid raging of Kalim. He needed to calm down, there were much worse situations to be placed in. She focused on bringing the only recently departed spirit back to the body. The holy energy acting as a beacon, dragging the spirit back to life. No matter where it was destined to go after death, it wasn't this woman's time. Not yet, not here. Not at the hands of chaotic demons. After a few more moments, the body seemed to flash bright white for a second as all of the wounds on the body disappeared. The woman blinked and gasped as she breathed again. Evals leaned over the body and whispered into the woman's ear. "Go child, it is not your time. Do not fall to these beasts again." After that she leaned up and the woman got up and ran off after recognising the situation. Evals stood up and looked at Kalim, as he just finished off impaling his sword into a demon's brain. She walked over to him. "I'd like to ask that you don't doubt my actions, though if you're going to protect me while I continue you're going to have to be able to respond faster." She said and tapped her hand on the bodyguard, casting the Haste spell on him. She looked towards the guard that was attacked, was he dead? |
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| Logan | Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:22 am Post #25 |
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Logan’s pattern kept up for a while, no ceasing in his drinking of the water and pouring it out, before long it was swirling around him like some sort of alien creature, more of a clear life-form than some result of magic. Gods, did Logan love how awesome magic let him look, no matter how much water weight he had in him. With a nod to himself when he was ready to actually start fighting, he looped the cord attacked to the drinking container around his belt, making sure it wasn’t going anywhere if he needed a bit more water for whatever reason. The massive snake-like water that coiled so loosely around its creator was ready, the young were drew his sword, a somewhat sadistic look on his face as he began walking around, his green eyes fixated on the air, and eventually catching the eye of one of the flying demons. Now the fun could begin! The demon-dog charge down and at him, like any dumb beast with capabilities of flight and a rabid look about them would be expected to do. The snake-like water wrapped its way quicker around Logan, what could only be described as its open and truly unhinged jaw moving forward to intercept the demon, slowing its speed down drastically and drowning it, causing it to panic as it got closer to the lycan, its misery only being ended as it was impaled through the face by his sword. He resisted the urge for some quip, he had more important things to focus on for the moment, like the half a dozen demon-dogs in that one’s pack that weren’t too happy about their friend being killed off. Out of the dozens circling through the old arena, it was barely a dent in the numbers of the swarm, but Logan wasn’t going to budge… no, he was going to have fun with this. The black dogs flying down and towards Logan, he took a moment to shout off at them, “Come on!” as loud as he could muster, the water-snake whipping around at his thoughts, its form shifting as the tail seemed to lower to where the tip of his sword was, something that was sure to grant him easier control over the thing so he could focus on slicing through the beasts. The werewolf didn’t hesitate, whipping the water around with a wicked smile on his wolf-like face as he slammed the water into the creatures, wetting their wings and causing them to crash to the ground, but with their demonic resilience, it was hardly anything to write home about. Logan whipped his sword about again,, this time slamming the blade into the ground, the water arcing In on itself and sweeping outwards, pushing the demon dogs back before engulfing them, shifting its form into a nice large sphere, fifty feet in diameter, and keeping the demons stuck within its watery form, effectively drowning them as the werewolf cried out… “Damn! I’m a badass!” Edited by Logan, Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:39 am.
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| Kalim | Thu Aug 25, 2011 5:54 pm Post #26 |
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"Are you even listening to me?" he asked, walking closer to Emily as she continued doing whatever it was she so intent on the corpse for. He was just about to give up and leave her there, probably to be picked off by one of the demons, when there was a glow, and suddenly the dead body wasn't dead anymore. He stared in astonishment as the woman began breathing, and he knew his eyes weren't just playing tricks on him when she stood up and ran off. "How...?" He stared at the little girl, mouth open. "What are you?" That was magic, he knew, but ressurection spells were only known by the holiest of priests and paladins. For a little girl that griped over helmets to be able to perform it was incredible, and a little disturbing. He recalled the words she had spoken earlier, about not bringing them back to life. Now he understood what she had meant, and he was glad he had told her not to. It was just unnatural. He was so busy gaping that he didn't even hear what she said, and he jumped when she touched him. Suddenly something ran through him, and he stepped back, only to stumble as he moved back several feet. He tried to regain his balance by moving his legs forward, and nearly ran into the girl. "What did you do to me? More magic, he realized. He was dealing with some kind of child prodigy. A demon came screeching from the sky, and he leaned back at the last instant, enchanced speed allowing him to easily dodge the sharp claws as they tried to graze his shoulder. He grabbed hold of the canine's leg and tugged it down to the ground, where it attempted to flee by running and flapping its wings. Kal charged after it, but he overshot and slammed into the wall next to the gate. This would take some getting used to. The demon lunged out with razor-sharp fangs, only to get a fistful of steel as he punched it in the face before pressing the side of the gauntlet hard, and several spikes launched from the bottom of the gaunlet, piercing its head and tearing the face to pieces. |
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| Kemi | Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:27 am Post #27 |
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Evals shrugged at his question. "I'm just a girl." She said and walked away from Kalim. She ignored his question about what she did to him as she inspected the guard who was tackled. Admittedly, she didn't know much about fatal wounds. Her vision switched out, now only seeing the glow of the man's life force. He was breathing heavily, yet it looked like he was still very well alive. Her vision returned to normal. Evals stood up and pointed at the nearest person that took notice of her. "Take this man away, I can do nothing for him! If he dies, come find me!" She shouted over the sounds of the battle and demons screeching or howling or whatever they were doing. She looked around, not seeing any dead people around since everyone became alert. Wounded people all over, but nobody dead yet. Evals disappeared and then reappeared near Kalim as he was fighting another one of the hellhounds. "Sorry to bug you, but do you see any other dead bodies around? Also, where did your werewolf friend go?" Evals asked over the sounds of his combat. She was half watching his enhanced reflexes, she had never cast the spell on herself and was curious what it was like. |
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| Logan | Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:42 am Post #28 |
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The sphere of water bobbed and ebbed its form for a moment, yet still managing to keep the demons trapped as they began to gasp out for air, perhaps a more brutal death than that at the end of the werewolf’s sword, but it wasn’t something that could be helped, it was starting again… he wasn’t too adept with magic, being as such, when he used magic, in this case to the extent of killing demons, it hit him hard, and fast. Nothing without consequence and he knew this was just the beginning of something that was surely going to deteriorate. He shook his furry head, trying to regain control, trying to think in time with the beats of his skull, if he could just catch the rhythm, then things would be so much easier for him. However, as he tried to do so, he was left often, vulnerable to attack from any of the other demon dogs as the water pulsed, almost seeming to have a heartbeat as it expanded and retracted, the corpses within it flailing about slowly and helplessly to this beat. If he could just catch it… this wasn’t the first time he came across this problem, he had practiced with the water control before, it was just a shame he hadn’t gotten control over it yet. At least, the time, it was longer than when he had started his training, but also worse when the headache finally hit. And of course, he wasn’t even thinking of his bodyguard’s whereabouts, he completely forgot he even had one of those. Control, control, control, it ate away at Logan’s focus, something that several of the black demon dogs managed to take notice of as thy swirled around him like vultures, being careful, remembering vividly what had happened to their.. What could they be called? Kin? Fellow demon-dogs? Whatever, it didn’t matter. What did was that they lowered themselves to the ground, lowering themselves and preparing for a strike at the wolf. He didn’t even think about the fact there was a whole damn swarm of these things, and that maybe, just maybe, he kind of angered them when he killed off.. What was it? Two or three? No, no, he had managed to trap five into the sphere, that was what forced him into this migraine, he just couldn’t do anything small, he had to go big or go out, and he didn’t like to go out so soon in a fight. This was a battle for lives, going out early could mean more people dying, so what was the lives of some demon dogs compared to that? Well, apparently it was Logan’s own life as the dogs began to charge him as he simply stood there, his right hand gripped tightly onto his head, the left holding the sword with its point to the ground as he winced in pain, standing straight up and trying to control his breathing. He needed to think… and nothing was coming to him. |
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| Kalim | Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:55 pm Post #29 |
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He was leaning against the wall, panting, when Emily approached him, and he just shook his head at her questions, taking a breath before answering. "I'm more worried about the live ones than the dead ones. Play with corpses on your own time." He frowned, eyes darting around the arena that had been turned into a battlefield at her next question, alarm suddenly ringing a loud bell in his head. "I don't know..." If the werewolf had died, he would ask the girl to bring him back to life just so he could kill him all over again, even if it would be hypocritical to what he had just told her. Then the mercenary saw him, a great spere of water hovering in front of him, and he could make out the forms of several demon dogs trapped within. He just shook his head at the sight, beginning to realize that there was no point beig disturbed by every strange thing he saw. Zombies, werewolves, demons, and a girl with powers of a god, all in one day. Why not a giant ball of water, too? Unfortunately, whatever Logan was doing was obviously very taxing on him, evident as he did nothing while several demons began approaching him. It seemed it was finally time to do the job he was actually hired for. Running, Kal managed to control his speed this time, and reached the creatures before they could harm the werewolf. He slippde his sword back in the sheath before leaping on one demon's back, slamming his knee against it before gripping its head in both hands and violently twisting, which resulted in a loud snapping sound as the neck was broken. Letting the limp corpse collapse on the ground, he lunged for another, spinning and lashing his foot out in a kick that caught it in the side. It growled and leaped at him, and the mercenary barely sidestepped out of the way before turning. His sword was drawn and he stapped it forward and down, piercing the back of the hellish canine's neck and severing its spine. He would have laughed at the exhilaration he got from moving so quickly, if he wasn't so angry at his charge. "I told you not to die!" he shouted at Logan. "Pay attention!" More demons closed in, and he charged towards them, sword swinging. Edited by Kalim, Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:56 pm.
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