"Mighty observant." cackled Sage from the rumbling saddle of another machine, despite very clearly not having stolen one from the as-expected floored demons. That the thing didn't look anything lie theirs wasn't even needed to clue anyone in there, the nightmarish mishmash of mechanics that was a the Hellknight's Korps Bike more than duly distancing itself from the norm that ran around here.
"Perhaps too observant." he added with a sinister smirk of suspicion, "I'm keeping my eye on you."
Though spoken mostly in jest, there was a grain of truth to those words. These people were apparently able to crash down dragons and stomp flat demons without so much as breaking a sweat, much less getting hurt in the process. If Kasha didn't watch it, they might just break something important - and though he'd been told to help, that was something he wouldn't be able to let slide...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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For some reason he just stopped fighting. Thought the truth was Hell was having an effect on his mind.
Blood he tasted blood not the cold faded blood taste of a rare or even raw peice of meat but hot sticky blood. Fresh blood he opened his eyes bodies were about him. Bodies of people he knew people he came to trust. All dead... he felt a weight in his arms and looked down.
In his arms was a woman dressed in a Night Widows uniform her throat was ripped out but the blood was gurgling. She was alive he looked down in horror at her face and her eye. She had only one the other was lost long ago hidden by an eye patch. The other had a look of fear and pain... and perhaps worst of all Love. Then the gurgling stopped and her head fell back as she died.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!! CARMELA!" He shook her knowing there was nothing he could do. He killer her! Killed the only woman he loved, the woman he would gladly die again a thousand times to save and he killed her!
"Give in Ron, your one of us! Submit to your nature rise up and feast on the living!" Ron looked up to see the Monstrous Zombie Nightmare standing before him.
The Nightmare smiled as it motioned to Carmela's body "Are you going to finish that? After all you don't want her returning to share your cur.. oh to late.
Carmela's hand reached up and the night widow spikes drove into his gut.
In reality of Hell at that time a spiky demon drove a thorn spike into his gut as well. Then...
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His Mind snapped back and he Roared "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU USE THAT AGAINST ME!" He yanked the thorn spike out of his body and drove it into the offending Demon. |
Originally Posted by fireybolt
Brassrobo's hands began to glow a strange black red. Almost instantly Illusionist felt as if all the veins in his arms were full of glass. The world seemed to move under his feet and he almost fell down. He heard a strange voice booming in his head. It took him a moment to realize it was only BrassRobo."Ronald Bolton I command you, be the avatar of pain, be my PAINBRINGER." And with these words the strange light flew from BrassRobo's outstretched arms and enveloped Rotten Luck. "He that shall feel no pain, he that shall never tire, he that will vanquish my foes..." BrassRobo was whispering these words to himself as he slowly faded into and out of existence.
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Before his fighting was a distraction he ducked just at the right time for a biker to hit another demon. He would toss others into another group all to increase the growing chaos. Now however this wasn't the case Rotten was loosing it.
His attacks were now to cause as much damage as possible. Grabbing an arm he shoved his palm into the elbow to brake the bone. He grabbed another and bit as hard as he could on the demon drawing blood.
Pious lowered his wife onto the seat of a free motorcycle just as he too commandeered one that had crashed into the dirt road. With a beastly growl the two machines came to life, kicking up dust into the berserker crowd before flooring it into the distance. Illusionist and Brassrobo followed suit and quickly overtook the married couple. Suddenly a hole in space-time appeared deep within the crevices of the road. The arguementative duo rode unsuspectingly straight down into the dark portal. Almost instantly, it closed.
"Whoa!" yelled Pious, squeezing the brake handles. "Those two just dropped straight out of hell... through some sort of a dimensional portal."
((Written with Fireybolt))