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Post by Caelen on Mar 20, 2009 7:13:26 GMT -5
Caelen watched as the wolf plowed through the demons like a hot knife through butter. He smirked slightly, glad he wasn't on the side of the demons. He charged in directly in front of the dryad archers, batting away demons with his enchanted claws as he moved closer and closer to the gate. His body was a blur, though anyone that could see mana would see the illusions wrapping around him. The magic created drifting afterimages of himself as he moved, making it difficult to see exactly where he was.
Caelen's claws knocked off the head of another demon as he advanced. The gate exploded outward then, which the cat took full advantage of. He threw a water-skin into the air, and it burst apart, the water scattering out and forming a large number of ice needles. With a shout he sent the needles flying, peppering the demons with the razor sharp shards of ice. Many dropped, and many more fell over in pain. The path was clear.
He darted for the gate, slipping through just in time to avoid a rather large sword that cut an afterimage in half. He tossed another water-skin at a nearby group of demons, then roared out a quick word in an ancient tongue. The bag exploded, shards of ice raining down on the demons, killing many. He wasn't quite finished yet, however, and neither were the rest of the demons. The ice lifted up from the ground and out of the demon corpses. It shifted in the air, forming four double-ended rounded swords, all of which looked designed to be spun and thrown. The blades began to rotate, quickly becoming saws of ice and whirred and buzzed, slicing into demon after the demon.
With a low growl, the cat released the magic, sending all four blades spinning into the demon masses. Sweat was starting to mat the fur on his head. He growled louder and began hacking away at the demons with his clawed gloves again. In a moment, he found Pinata, and began cutting through to get to him. He was a whirl of claws and images, with demons constantly attacking the wrong images.
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Post by piñata on Mar 20, 2009 10:34:50 GMT -5
Pinata spotted Caelen -- make that several Caelens -- cutting their way toward him, and smiled tightly. It was good to know that Caelen hadn't exaggerated when he said he was a "master" of illusion... the word did indeed suit someone powerful enough to conjure up that sort of complex magic. "The castle's enchanted with magic to change the terrain," he told the dryads. "It's time we showed them how to really manipulate the earth." The dryads nodded, and while several of the green-skinned female soldiers sliced and diced their way through the enemy formation a couple of others starting channeling powerful green magic. Vines wrapped around the castle and started crushing portions of it, holes in the earth sealed themselves back up, and as the corruption in the soil was removed flowers started to sprout up. In general where all hell had broken loose before, now all Eden was breaking loose.
He turned to Caelen and started cutting a path toward him. Once the two had met in the middle, he smiled again and asked, "Are any of you injured?" There were still several illusionary forms, each identical to the real Caelen, fighting alongside the weretiger.
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Post by Caelen on Mar 20, 2009 15:35:53 GMT -5
After a quick spin with his claws out cleared up the demons for a moment, Caelen paused to flash a sharp-toothed grin at Pinata. The afterimages that had been moving around him merged with him as he stopped moving, though the illusion was still there. He gave a wave, causing several arms to move in slightly different directions then merge with his real arm again as he stopped moving. His time from the spin ran out, and demons pressed in again. The illusions again sprouted from him as he went back into a whirl of claws. He snatched one of his water-skins off his armor and stood straight, chucking it over the demons. His images again merged with his body as he stopped moving to channel magic. The skin exploded in a shower of icy death.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 21, 2009 0:03:56 GMT -5
Mammoth ran through the onslaught of demons as if they weren't even there. The demons were tossed and battered, crushed under his feet or trampled by his bulk. They didn't even slow his charge. Mammoth finally began using his blade, but for nothing more than a wedge to create a gap between the rushing hordes. As he neared the gate, Wolfe threw the doors open with crushing force, tossing several demons, severed parts and all, toward him. Mammoth slashed his blade in the air, cutting away the demons that had flown out. The smaller minions that were slashing at his armor couldn't even scratch the improved armor and they were too stupid to look for the gaps. Mammoth stood as he assessed the situation. Finally, his entire arm began to glow a deep blue as he swung a lobbing swing that sent demons flying everywhere, clearing a path to the gate.
Once inside, some slightly larger demons had begun to show their faces. Mammoth, despite towering over the hordes of demons that were swarming toward him, could not see any of his allies save the massive Wolfe. Deciding that they would be okay until these hordes were cleared, Mammoth stopped worrying himself with them and began hacking and slashing his way through hundreds of demons. Every time it seemed as if their numbers might overcome his size, demons were thrown like ragdolls by the dozen. Mammoth was covered in blood, that of the demons, that dripped off of his armor like rain. Eventually, he had cleared a large enough gap in them to make out Caelen, or rather, a few of them. Mammoth couldn't help but grin at the demons attacking the images. Caelen's pattern of attack was easy enough to read for now, but these demons were imbeciles, and they would not pick up on it. He assumed Caelen would mix things up a bit more later, as relying on illusions wouldn't work against the greater demons, or so Mammoth thought.
Mammoth looked around for Pinata while crushing the skull of a demon that had rushed him with his left hand. Once he found the man, surrounded by his half-dressed dryads, Mammoth knew where his allies were, and therefore could start getting creative with his use of his new abilities. Over the roar of the battle, Mammoth's voice roared out for them to gather by the nearest spire. There, they could launch the offensive toward the inner reaches of the castle once they were by these lesser minions. They, Mammoth hoped, could also unite with Jodice.
Mammoth's arm lit up like a lightning bolt as he slashed sideways through the demons, releasing a small wave of blue energy that disintegrated the demons where they stood. His eyes widened a bit at the strength of what he let out, and he also felt the sting of its use. Mammoth kept in mind how he did that, but decided it would be best saved for stronger opponents.
Finishing off the few remaining waves of demons, Mammoth arrived at the spire, looking to see how his allies had fared against the initial wave...
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 21, 2009 10:38:08 GMT -5
Everywhere she went, the halls widened, though by artificial means. Apparently white disintegrated the dark walls, causing them to crumble wherever she touched them. Not that that mattered much, as the rhythm of battle sang like an orchestra wherever she went.
The pattern had been laid down early, and most of the under-demons, having never faced a goddess of even a low rank, were cut down before their weapons could even be raised. Jodice pushed them together, slaughtering them en mass with her weapons, her body like a rising symphony's staccato of destruction. She moved like greased lightning, every limb moving faster and faster until they weren't even visible to her eye; but Jodice retained control, directing every attack before she could be assaulted, her blades cutting through metal and bone alike with the ease of tearing paper. And she loved it.
Hardly a drop landed on her, blood splatters moving too slowly to land on an avenging Valkyrie in a wholesale-slaughter sort of mode. Even her torso moved with incredible speed, leaping through split corpses to cut the ones behind it. Energy coursed through her, Enia providing the push to go faster and faster, the death toll rising by the second. Demons were hurled through walls, nailed to the floor, impaled upon the ceiling, and flung down the halls, most dead before they were even aware of her blades.
Finally, the last one was run through, a trickier bastard that had hid behind a nearby wall and attacked her from behind only to find Nartusela rammed through his gut, Jodice muttering a few words in a lost tongue, and his body disintegrating as his energy was added as another mark on the blade's flat edge. Several of those marks abruptly disappeared, and the God-Edge changed shape, mimicking a longer blade, adorned with blue flames that seemed to burn through the metal, which had turned invisible past a certain point like glass... or diamonds. When she took a moment to get a closer look in awe, Jodice saw that at the flame's origin was an aquamarine dragon, its eyes lit up with fury, and the scratch marks of how many demons she'd sealed just visible on the flat side. ~What? Momma never told ya she gotcha a shape-shifting blade?~
Jodice stumbled back, dropping the sword (which abruptly cursed) and almost screamed but suppressed it to a startled yelp. "Y-y-you t-t-t-talk?! Wh-what the- You never did before!" ~Glad to meet ya too! Nartusela, at your service, but you can call me Nat, if that floats your boat.~
She didn't know what to make of it... a talking sword? "Ok, seriously, if this is you, mom, cut it out." ~HAH! A real lass. Sorry kiddo, its just me here. Listen, think its time we got to killin' these guys? I'm getting all warm and rusty over here, and that's not a good thing.~ "You ass..." ~Hey! Whaddya expect? I am a bastard sword after all.~
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 22, 2009 9:12:08 GMT -5
The force that he was seeing was massive. Greater than he had anticipated. But then it was understandable because the last time he had to fight his way out, half the army had been out of the castle, claiming the land on the other plane. The wolf detected that his companions were having more trouble clearing the way. Mammoth had gone ahead asked them to regroup.
Wolfe knew it was the right thing to do but the wolf, well it had a mind of its own. But then the trap was sprung and the massive, powerful wolf was trapped in a cage of silver. Immediately, the wolf gave back control and transformed back. Wolfe was cut off from the others by a massive wall of demons. All they would probably have been able to see would be the cage itself.
Wolfe had gone though the transformations a million times by now and the spell to reform his clothes was almost second nature to him now. The cage however snapped almost immediately. Just before it would have impaled and then probably swallowed the werewolf, Wolfe let out a blast that sent a exploded the cage outwards. The spikes meant for him impaled a lot of demons surrounding the cage.
By the time Wolfe came running out, he was fully clothed again. As he ran towards the crowd of minions blocking the way between him and the rest of his allies, a large meteor seems to strike the wall of minions, killing some and knocking the rest as he rushed through the gap created. As he climbed up the spire and came to a stop near the others, the massive doors to the castle opened and the demons that rushed out looked tougher than the ones they were dealing with.
Wolfe watched them approach and then looked around at the weaker minions still swarming around, he sighed. "Alright... we don't have time to play with these foot soldiers anymore. Nobody move...", he raised his arms and cast a shield around the small group on the spire and then closed his eyes. The spell that followed was a tricky one and Pinata would know that. It almost seemed like he had just spawned 5 fire demons by the spell. In fact all it really was, was fire. Though these five fires almost had a life and mind of their own. Just outside the safety of the shield stood 5 fire centaurs. After a moment's paused, these 'creatures' of fire charged into the minions, burning and consuming everything in their path. The shape and form of the fire kept changing to various creatures, both real and mythical to this plane.
Wolfe lowered his hands and the shield went down. It had been to protect the others from the initial heat due to the proximity of the fires that were now spreading through the already charred plain burning the demonic creatures and growing larger. They kept spread outward clearing the remaining minions around them. It was obvious from his expression that Wolfe was still concentrating hard on something. If he lost control of the fires, there could be trouble.
He just hoped one of the others didn't take the opportunity to decide that he was just as bad as the demons they were here to kill and would take a shot at him. He could see why most of the wizards he met assumed he was against them. His spells could easily be associated as demonic and dark and the wolf, that had started to look like a demon by now changing over the century with all the darkness it had absorbed, didn't help his case. He just hoped Mammoth wouldn't judge him so quickly, and at least not right now. "I can't transform and those demons won't even flinch against the fires. So... someone take the lead... at least till those fires die down."
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Post by piñata on Mar 23, 2009 11:42:41 GMT -5
Pinata pretty much knew what was coming, and warned the dryads -- who, being related to trees, feared fire -- not to look. He knew Wolfe would have to concentrate to keep the spell going, and he nodded and said, "Mammoth and I can handle things. Just keep giving them hell." He looked around at the spire they were near, searching for an entry point into the castle. There was a bit of grating, presumably for ventilation -- presumably because the smell wafting up from the grating was the worst thing that had ever assaulted Pinata's nostrils -- and Pinata launched a kick at it, causing it to collapse inward. "Good, old-fashioned air vent entry," he said. "Mammoth, can you fit in here?" He gestured into the vent, which was larger than some others he had seen but still probably a tight fit for the barbarian.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 26, 2009 1:37:33 GMT -5
Mammoth knelt down by the small entry. He looked inside and shook his head.
"Not a chance..." Mammoth stopped, looking around at the onslaught that was charging toward them. He looked as they caught aflame, running toward them while burning. The flames, however, had no effect on the demons.
"We gotta kill 'em all at some point. So... I'll go show them fear..."
Mammoth stepped away from the group toward the onslaught. Lowering his shoulder as the demons slammed into him. With one swift movement, he cut through the legs of the demons and sent dozens of them flying over top of him toward the group. With a backhanded swing, Mammoth cut down a few coming demons before being slammed in the chin by a massive hammer. Hurtling backwards, Mammoth rolled to his feet, cutting sideways and unleashing a small wave of energy. The energy disintegrated the closest demons before more filled the empty space.
They seemingly would not stop coming. Mammoth rolled backwards, his arm glowing a dark blue as he slammed his fist into the ground. The ground in front of him split and crumbled, tripping up the coming demons. With another powerful slice, he cut the falling demons in half before turning around to take ones that had flanked him. Looking quickly back at his allies, they were being ignored and formulating their next move... Mammoth nodded his head as he swung his blade again. Limbs flew, demons roared, and in it all, Mammoth stood, like a bastion of glowing hope. His silver armor scarred from scratches, his arms and sword caked in blood. The demons began to have to climb over their own dead...
Mammoth watched as they completely surrounded him, and the closest demon happened to be the largest. They stopped short of him, and the largest demon of the bunch, obviously a lieutenant, came forward, gnashing his teeth and roaring. Mammoth's chest glowed a dark blue as he returned with a blood-curdling roar that shook the ground and the foundation of the castle itself. Suddenly, the demons felt fear striking their blackened hearts.
"Fear! Flee! I shall show ya somethin' worse than death!!" Mammoth roared, his voice echoing across the landscape, rumbling and growling. The demons faltered for a second as Mammoth's arms began to glow again. The demons charged at the roar of the larger demon, and Mammoth unleashed a horrifying display of power. Swinging his blade above his head in a circle, he unleashed a nova of outwardly moving neutral energy. It completely destroyed the nearest demons, and left those further away crippled. Mammoth was now sweating, breathing slightly heavily.
The nearest demon was the lieutenant, who managed to survive the shockwave. Mammoth swung his blade toward it to finish him off as more demons came in toward him. The lieutenant blocked the attack and slammed Mammoth's stomach with his hammer-like fist. Mammoth stepped back and sliced towards the demon's legs. It jumped, and Mammoth followed it with a heavy fist to the creature's jaw, not only breaking its face, but crushing its skull.
The demons halted again, and Mammoth let loose a rumbling roar as they began to flee. He stood tall and grinned as the demons fled, a small amount of blood dribbling from his nose.
Ralf'url's attention was now firmly on the group. He exited his castle gates, screaming out at his demons, turning them back from the castle by slaughtering a few of the fleeing demons. He was visible in the distance, his body displayed his unhindered rage, furious that these few humans could get near him. The gates began to shut as the last of this remaining horde of larger demons attacked. Mammoth gritted his teeth and looked around as the flames began to die off. The rest would go out soon.
He knew he had to get to that gate before it closed, keep it open, and get the rest of the group through... to the last bits of the horde, most likely the strongest of the guard, the commanders, and then Ralf'url.
So, Mammoth charged headlong into the attacking demons, yelling to his allies to flank them, hoping that if he couldn't get to the gate that Pinata had taken the vents to get behind the wall...
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 26, 2009 4:10:27 GMT -5
Wolfe looked down the vent then around them as Mammoth cited that he couldn't enter through that opening. The fires were going to die soon, he could tell. He let go of the control he had over one of the them. It was huge by now, towering over one of the bigger demons he could see, a lieutenant probably. It had enough things to feed itself around it to think about going after anything he would consider allies, like the dyrads. So he let go of all the five and sighed. It would have been either five or one really powerful one that could have taken the higher demons too. But to keep that in hand would have required him to stay still and concentrate on it hard and that would have got him swamped by the minions.
He watched as Mammoth went to deal with the demons. He was powerful alright. Wolfe turned to Pinata after a while of watching Mammoth and said, "Its best he survives today. I won't have to return to this plane again if he does I imagine." Yeah, Mammoth could keep an eye out on his own plane by the looks of it. Of course, it trouble grew, he would be back. By the looks of it, the big boss of down under wanted this one really bad.
Wolfe frowned and turned away from the group when he saw Ralf'url coming forth, not as the boy but as his true self, or what he had seen before anyway. He half turned to Pinata and spoke, "You all go ahead, find Jodice if you can." He had to go get the man out of trouble... or rather get him in through the gates for more trouble. Mammoth wasn't ready to face Ralf'url yet. With his neutral energy, he might never be but that was not something to be thought of or discussed right now.
The large towering giant of a demon, Ralf'url was 'encouraging' his demons to go back after Mammoth. Mammoth couldn't possibly make them fear him more over that demon. Also, charging headlong into the demons seemed to work for Mammoth but would take him too much time to get through.
Inside, after going through the vents, the others would find a lot more trouble than Mammoth was in out here. These demons knew of him, they would hesitate if they had to choose between him and Mammoth. That would lessen the horde on Mammoth and get him through the gate. He could make it in even through the vent and the others already being there ensured he could in fact do it. What he needed was speed, to catch up to Mammoth at the moment. He wouldn't use the Wolf. If he did, he couldn't ensure it wouldn't go after Mammoth too. Wolfe began to walk forward and transform at the same time. It wasn't pretty and it wasn't smooth but he transformed into a werewolf even as his steps faltered during the transformation. He began running ahead, behind Mammoth and made it so it would see, he was trying to get around the horde which he seemed to leave for Mammoth to deal with. As expected, the demons, the smarter ones anyway, believed him and faltered in their attention. There was confusion as a part of them turned towards the charging werewolf heading to the side to make it to the gate. They had to stop both of them. But they didn't know yet that by doing that they had probably made sure that both him and Mammoth would make it in.
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Post by piñata on Mar 26, 2009 11:27:37 GMT -5
"Well, I guess it's into the garbage chute, flyboy," Pinata muttered, quoting a film from his home plane even though he knew Caelen and Vex wouldn't get the reference. With that, he slid into the vent and made his way into the castle. Almost immediately upon entering the castle, he heard voices speaking to him. He thought he recognized some of them. "Sod off," he growled at them, but instead of growing quiet they intensified.
And then, she appeared in front of him. Madeline, who he knew was dead, no doubt trying to coax him into hell. He ran her through with his sword -- the sword that bore her name -- and marched on without even breaking stride. Never compromise, even in the face of armageddon. Behind him, Madeline's face melted off as the illusion broke and the creature Pinata had killed revealed itself to be a demon.
(OOC: I figured the illusions might not work on Pinata very well... after all, you can't really drive a sociopath insane. And yes, the "never compromise..." line is a Watchmen quote.)
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 26, 2009 19:17:57 GMT -5
*yes, time for another long-assed post and if I take one to may liberties with my descriptions... tough XD*
Finally, an outer wall exploded, one more body flailing uselessly outside as Jodice emerged from the building she'd broken into the hard way, coughing as she stepped out of the hole before it closed. The smells of rapidly-decaying flesh, combined with a gratuitous amount of dust that had been kicked up, had kicked off her sinuses and caused a sneezing fit in the middle of the last fight. Apparently, if cleanliness was next to godliness, then being as messy and filthy as humanly (demonly?) possible was one step away from Hell.
Simply glad to be out of there, it was now, with a few rays of sunlight peeking through the darkness, that she saw what she'd gotten herself into. This place... it was bleedin' huge! And just for a nasty little surprise, Jodice soon found the ground too hot to stand on; someone had paved these roads with hot coals, the tenacious bastard. After allotting herself a moment to rest (somewhere off the streets), it was then that she noticed another lovely edition to her troubles; her body was bleeding badly. To her horror, when she rolled up one sleeve she found skin literally falling off in some places, lifeblood stained everywhere. Some of it were from unnoticed cuts that had occurred during the recent fights as indicated by cuts in the fabric, but the majority were simply because her body barely able to withstand the power she was currently releasing.
Oddly, however, nothing hurt, not even when she tore off a piece of skin hanging off one hand. It terrified her, but she felt nothing, even in places she was sure she should have. What in the name of the gods was she becoming? Her dismay was distracted when the ground trembled slightly, an almost-inhuman roar following it in a voice that she could just make out through all the echos, but it was definitely Mammoth. That explained where all the demons were; the rest of the group was keeping them company. Apparently she'd taken out part of a reserve, not that it mattered much she realized when she allowed her senses to explode outwards, seeing the masses that were descending upon M and Wolfie. But where was Pinata?
Sighing, she forced her body to move, albeit using much less right now to allow herself some time to heal. Turning towards the most obvious eyesore, she started towards the castle in the center of this mess, her mind going over and over the plan she'd figured out just the day before, the silver outline of wings following her step for step...
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 10, 2009 16:03:35 GMT -5
Mammoth hacked and slashed his way through the oncoming demons with unrivaled ferocity. His armor held up against the demons' strikes, yet he was moving slower as the larger demons got in his way. Breaking bones, smashing skulls, rending flesh, Mammoth struck out in every direction, chopping down the now hesitating demons with unmatched strength.
Once he had reached the gate, there was another swarm. He had made it inside without too much issue, now was the task to fight his way to Ralf'url. Ralf'url was well defended by his commanders and his remaining army, but Mammoth could see Wolfe making headway through the remains. Inside, the demonic powers and presence played tricks on Mammoth's mind. Every image he swung at took the form of his grandfather or his brother. It caused him pain, but he knew that it was merely illusions intended to distract him. He quickly struck out at the final few demons between him and the final force, and looked up through the fire that seemed to be raining from the sky. This was truly what the apocalypse was. It was terrifying.
Mammoth could see Ralf'url retreating into his castle, and his commanders stood out front. Mammoth knew what must be done. Ralf'url would be best matched by Wolfe, but they had to clear the commanders. It would take everyone to get to him, and most likely everyone to take him down.
As he thought this, Ralf'url emerged holding two massive weapons (leaving these to you Knight), and the commands began charging. Mammoth pulled his sword from the dead demon below him, staring the commander that was charging him in the eyes. Mammoth readied himself for this battle, and knew soon after he may not survive, so he readied himself for the final battle....
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Post by piñata on Apr 17, 2009 11:40:29 GMT -5
Pinata plummeted down from one of the spires, landing none too gently on the back of one of the other commanders, driving his sword into the back of the demon's neck. It snarled in agonized rage and flung him aside, and he rolled to his feet and faced the enemy head-on. "Up close, you're much less impressive," he said. The demon roared and charged him. Pinata laughed and easily dodged the strike, whacking the demon on the rear with his sword as it staggered past. He had no idea how to seal the creature after killing it, and therefore needed to keep it alive long enough for someone more knowledgeable to come along and help.
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Post by Caelen on Apr 17, 2009 16:23:25 GMT -5
Caelen dove into the vent after Pinata. He rolled onto his feet inside the castle just in time to see the image of his father being cut down by Pinata. He froze for a moment, despite knowing that illusions would be everywhere, until the image disappeared. It was a demon after all... he thought as he shook his head. He was glad to have his own illusions still in place a moment later, however, when a blade pierced one of the illusory heads that sprouted out from the shaking.
He dropped to the ground, then lashed out with his claws at the demon. This one looked like his mother. Unfortunately for the demon, using the same trick twice was not the best idea, nor was using the images of his dead parents. The demon fell to pieces with a stunned look as its face as Caelen darted off after Pinata.
Keeping an eye on the demon commander from above, Caelen watched for a moment as Pinata fought it. He reached down to feel the waterskins he had left. Just two...better make them count. He grabbed one and popped it open. The water emptied into the air, and he dropped the skin. Sticking his claws into the water, he formed it into two large blades of ice, one on each hand. With a roar he leaped from the spire and plummeted onto the demon commander, his ice blades slicing cleanly through the demon's arm. He rolled away, and was now flanking the commander with Pinata.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 18, 2009 8:12:30 GMT -5
As he saw Mammoth made it inside, Wolfe panicked. The door was shutting and there was still a few demons between him and the gate. If they got trapped inside that castle with him outside, he was afraid the demons and Ralf'url would be able to hold them off until the summon was complete. Then noone would be left alive. Even though he understood this, his concern was placed somewhere else. He wouldn't loose this realm to Ralf'url, not another.
He needed to get in somehow. The werewolf form did help him expand the range of alternatives he had. The demons saw the werewolf continue on towards one of the side wall. Pretty soon, Wolfe was running on the wall. He just made it. It was only when he came to a stop, rolling in that he noticed a long gash through the fur on his back. No silver. He believed he had Mammoth to thank for that. The demons hadn't thought it prudent to face off against an armed opponent like him with weapons of a weaker element like silver.
Wolfe didn't have time to transform as his stop had put him in the middle of a group of demons that were flanking Mammoth on his side. Over the next few seconds, teeth, claws and muscle tore apart the wave of demons. Wolfe could feel Ralf'url 'charging up' to his full form. He saw the weapons. A scythe and a curved sword. In his current form, the blades were easily 10 or so feet long, Ralf'url himself about 25 feet. The weapons were glowing from dark energy. But it was the kind of 'glow' that came from the blades absorbing and corrupting everything around it, even the air.
Wolfe quickly looked around and then jumped to the side. He climbed the edges of the inside walls all the way to the high, 50 foot roof of the chamber they were in before to avoid the commanders. The others would have to deal with them, to keep them off his back. Ralf'url was ready, in a stance that told Wolfe that he would be cut to shreds if he got close like this. His voice boomed. "You can hope all you want you traitorous dog, but this world is already his!" Then there was the laughter that was a spell at the same time. It gave the minions speed and the courage to face up to the small number of enemies in their house.
Wolfe dropped down from the roof to the floor in front of Ralf'url and saw him begin to charge before his feet had even hit the floor. But Wolfe had planned for that. There was rush of wind behind him and the minions were even thrown off balance by his spell. Even Mammoth would feel the wind rushing in to fill the sudden void that had been created behind Wolfe. The werewolf's claws came forward together just as he landed and sent Ralf'url hurling back into the wall. He had not been prepared for it and couldn't possibly battle the force while running as he was.
Now Wolfe transformed into his human self. He needed the control and the smaller physique of his human form to avoid those blades. Pinata had perfected his summons of weapons long ago. Wolfe had taken longer mostly because he only saw the need when he had started hunting demons or go up against being that came after him with silver. His summon was more extensive though. A full set of gauntlets that extended from his shoulders into his palms. That was followed by a dark and red glow on the white armor. Without a glance behind him, Wolfe charged into the broken wall that was already mending after his prey.
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