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Post by retrias on Nov 15, 2015 16:44:02 GMT
Huntsman stood and took each shot. His body took each shot with a splatter of gore and a stumble in the direction the force pushed him. Ordinary bullets and shrapnel tore through him. The razor wires mutilated him in horrible ways. The incendiary rounds were caused great scorching holes in him and were the only to drag a sound from him, little yelps that became less and less human with each shot. When their fire ended, he stood as a mangled police officer, riddled with scorch marks and bullet holes, body choked with wire digging into his flesh for a second. Then he laughed. As he did, his uniform became riddled with more red than his blood could account for, especially since it seemed to be vanishing back into his body. "I was being nice coming in looking like one of you! I would rather have come in and killed every last one of you! And you know what?" His police cap melted down as his face elongated, becoming a set of horns on his stretched jaws. "That's just what I'm going to do now!" He lunged and sought to impale an officer through the chest with the horns crowning his snout. ___ Swallower looked back around the corner, still not seeing anything approaching. He only made it a quick glance, since the family surely would react poorly to his visage. It was still enough time for him to notice the child looking at where they were sealed. In fear? Because they had been locked away there? Swallower grumbled and suddenly a thought dawned in his head. "Do not mind my intrusion." He stepped fully into the room and strode past the family, casting eyes that could cut through any darkness about the room where they recently trapped. The officer as if he had witnessed this before drop down into a slide going further in a low angle, the horn cutting a line across his chest as he dropped down , as he drops down two other police officer went forward, it is as if they had been trained in non human contingency before. The two infront fired Dragon breath rounds, a shotgun shell filled with quick burning magnesium pellets, the effect were akin to flame throwers. In the admist of the chaos the man with glasses already went to the back barking orders again , he seems to the be the one thats leading this battle "Tell the others that cutting and bullets doesn't work, Whats the ETA for the 55th. We still get couple of more of stuff to try, we just have to hold up till the 55th come here", and thus started again the battle between a group of 'policemen' and the abnormality that they face The Room that Swallower look were empty , besides several chair, faded marks on the walls and ground. The room however emits something bad as if there was something terrible there, its the sort of feeling where it is as if you are looking at a recently used torture room, but besides that nothing happened . The woman held out her hand in fear, her face was for a second was in relief , before again going back to a look of pure terror , before she could scream, before she could say anything, a thin red light made a hole in her forehead, piercing the wall behind her. The boy look at the woman , his expression turned into a mixture of sadness and fear, however before he reacted, that same line came down and bisected both the middle aged woman and the boy. Their wound look as if they were created by an extreme heat cutting a path through them, the wound and the innards were cauterized, its an extremely neat cut. If one were to follow that line back to the source, they would find a young man with blonde hair ,blue eyes dressed as if he is 3 century late, he was holding a lighter that emitted the line, whats stranger to him than the line however was his expression, it was an expression of a person that says he is just doing his job that he neither love or hate, that what he did was as natural as submitting a tax form at the end of the financial year for your refunds. He turned off the lighter , throwing it away as if it has ran out even though he only lit it for 10 seconds, and strode forward to the house without a care his posture unchanging
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 15, 2015 18:28:55 GMT
The woman and the boy were cut in two so suddenly Arthur never even had a chance to react. Who... Who did that...? Where...? Right, it came from outside...
Arthur smashed through the wall with two giant icy swords, blinded by rage. The cold emanating from his body was easily visible around him. He crashed into the ground, in search of the person who did that. Seeing the only person outside the house, he charged at the blond man and swung his swords downwards in an attempt to crush more then an attempt to slice.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 15, 2015 19:32:46 GMT
Huntsman's eyes narrowed as the police officer slipped away from his horns. That was not normal. He should be too fast. It got worse when the two behind stepped up and blasted flaming rounds into him pound blank. His chest was devastated, cells dying in flame. He fell away and rolled, letting the flames extinguish. Dead flesh dropped away, leaving him slimmer. He couldn't afford many more rounds of that. Luckily, he didn't think he had to. The purpose of his reddening apparel became clear as bright red boils grew on his body. Finally, they hideously burst, splattering acid on anything within range. He hoped this did the job. Otherwise he might have to think. Thinking bored him.
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Swallower grumbled in the shadow, finding himself nothing of use. He spun when he heard the sizzle of burnt flesh, turning too late to do anything. As Arthur smashed through the wall, Swallower whipped his hands to the chairs. He wasn't a fast runner, but he was the strongest around. He hurled the chairs past Arthur at the blond man before running out of the closet, spinning his staff.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 15, 2015 20:02:47 GMT
The Atmosphere of the room doesn't bother Alex one bit, in fact it gives him a sensation of being at home for him. The ugly ghoulish man slowly takes in the events happening around him. He doesn't bother to try to help the others at first, rather he just simply watches their actions a bit before turning his head to the fresh corpses on the ground. He takes his time to move over to the middle age woman and her boy. He studies the damage done to them and begins to take mental notes. He must admit, that the technique behind the strike was done so precise and quick, that he was impress. He even begins to ponder the possibility of creating his own version of the move. "I suppose, I should ask the man himself." He gets up and takes a look around, making sure that he didn't miss anything, before following the others pursuit with his steady walking pace that could inspire horror movies.
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Post by retrias on Nov 16, 2015 6:23:36 GMT
Huntsman's eyes narrowed as the police officer slipped away from his horns. That was not normal. He should be too fast. It got worse when the two behind stepped up and blasted flaming rounds into him pound blank. His chest was devastated, cells dying in flame. He fell away and rolled, letting the flames extinguish. Dead flesh dropped away, leaving him slimmer. He couldn't afford many more rounds of that. Luckily, he didn't think he had to. The purpose of his reddening apparel became clear as bright red boils grew on his body. Finally, they hideously burst, splattering acid on anything within range. He hoped this did the job. Otherwise he might have to think. Thinking bored him. ___ Swallower grumbled in the shadow, finding himself nothing of use. He spun when he heard the sizzle of burnt flesh, turning too late to do anything. As Arthur smashed through the wall, Swallower whipped his hands to the chairs. He wasn't a fast runner, but he was the strongest around. He hurled the chairs past Arthur at the blond man before running out of the closet, spinning his staff. The moment red boils grows all over , the man with glasses changed his expression "This is both troubling and interesting", everyone besides the two that were point blank on the acid spray, in the room moved to corners lining up in a single files , in front of them were officers with thick shield , the shields were lined with ablative material, even then it was no thicker than a tissue sheet when the burst was over "My god , we just wasted 40000 dollar of the defense fund for these and they turned it into tissue" a burly man cursed under his breath. "the 55th is here in 3 min , there is a traffic jam because of the equal right protest in the seventh street" an old man shouted while still listening to his handheld radio, his words was then replied with an expression that look as if the man with glasses saying "what?" The rest of the policeman pulled their guns again and kept shooting at the creature, some of the rounds burst into gasses that when bullets passes through explode in bright flames and turned the bullets hotter than normal. The young man opened his mouth , his voice were dull and normal "2 hostilities , one unknown respose. Incoming. First restriction release permission granted" the young man eye widened , out of nowhere an extremely simple blade shaped 'object' came to be in his hand. He ran forward showing no fear at the incoming projectile thrown at him , his movement simple, it was not extremely fast, nor was it not extremely powerful but yet to those who have reached a certain level in any martial art that movement and execution can only be called one thing 'Perfection'. The man continuously stepping forward, the blade tip begin to change in shape " Human, no contamination detected, disabling, code 1 change... Axe" the young man said it in a low voice akin to a whisper, as he swung the weapon the blade tip have changed into an axe, the man swung the 'axe' while letting the momentum carried his body to dodge the downward swing, what he was aiming for was... the finger that gripped the sword tightly
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 17, 2015 14:55:51 GMT
Arthur's rage was so great he didn't even notice that he lost a finger. He swung his swords sideways at the vile man and from the other side side came a dozen of ice shards, their tips sharper then a knife. The attack was made weaker by the fact that one of the swords, the one wielded by the hurt hand, was slower and angled improperly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 17, 2015 15:33:10 GMT
Suckers popped open with sickening squelches on Huntsman's palms before his hands dropped off. The red grime all over his body protected him from his own acid, while the holes in his chest were already sealing up. Horrible slurping mouths opened on the ends of his arms and he dove for the liquefied corpses. The flaming bullets once again seared portions of his flesh, but the meal made it up, sealing most of his new wounds. While he fed, his hands scuttled up the walls and dove from each direction at the officers, attempting to latch on with their suckers and dig in their fingers as tentacles right into the officer's brains.
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Swallower knew the moment the murderer moved that this would be no normal opponent. He would have to end it quick if he didn't want to loose his current comrades. He ran and fell into the shadow of the house and rose out behind the mechanical-seeming man in an instant. From behind, he thrust his arm to grab for the axe handle from behind, hoping to reduce its mobility. He threw another hand in a chop against the arm he aimed to hold, aiming to break it.
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Post by retrias on Nov 20, 2015 17:17:45 GMT
Suckers popped open with sickening squelches on Huntsman's palms before his hands dropped off. The red grime all over his body protected him from his own acid, while the holes in his chest were already sealing up. Horrible slurping mouths opened on the ends of his arms and he dove for the liquefied corpses. The flaming bullets once again seared portions of his flesh, but the meal made it up, sealing most of his new wounds. While he fed, his hands scuttled up the walls and dove from each direction at the officers, attempting to latch on with their suckers and dig in their fingers as tentacles right into the officer's brains. ___ Swallower knew the moment the murderer moved that this would be no normal opponent. He would have to end it quick if he didn't want to loose his current comrades. He ran and fell into the shadow of the house and rose out behind the mechanical-seeming man in an instant. From behind, he thrust his arm to grab for the axe handle from behind, hoping to reduce its mobility. He threw another hand in a chop against the arm he aimed to hold, aiming to break it. While both hands were shot up by the policemans using various rounds , one managed to latch on into a middle aged man that look unfit , the policemen continued their fire while the man with glasses move further to the back. "THE 55TH IS HERE , THE REST IS COMING IN 2 MINUTES", someone shouted from their midst "Okay boys, we should retreat. Lets do it like in the drills we did for this kind of thing, the 55th will finish this" The policeman ran to the back leaving the middle aged man that got latched by the hand, they disappeared one by one into somekind of a sealed passage built into the stairs. The office turned into a sealed cage and with that the door burst with several jelly like subtance entering and splattering everywhere in the office. The jelly were amberish in colour, someone who studied chemistry or have dealings with it before will recognize it as.... Napalm. "This precinct did good holding those people off" as that voice sounded , the napalm covered room were ignited. The mans expression shows no change, he muttered again "Hostilities continuing, requesting level 2 release module....... rejected..." The axe turned into some kind of "flame", the flame quickly made another shape this time it was a shield , the shield blocked the ice spike stopping their momentum. The man quickly jumped using his leg as a spring to push the shield making room for himself, the shield disappeared again turning into some kind of a blade catcher. "This should be fine" catching the ice blade wielded by the injured hands redirecting its power into the other sword so that they will clash with each other and also if not stopped to clash into Swallower hand that is performing the chop It was strange , no mere men should held such level of martial expertise with this many weapon, he took many small hits from the two man assault but none of them is a fatal or even more than just grazing his skin, its a method of a person who fought enough times in life and death battle against things stronger than he is , a man who entirely depend on martial skills to fight
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 22, 2015 14:33:00 GMT
"Okay, you know what time it is? It's time for you to-" His expression changed when he caught wind of the jelly they were pouring in. "I have changed my mind, it is now fuck this o'clock." Fuck this o'clock was way too early for napalm. His tongue shot out like a chameleon's to the sealing and his head broke free, flying to the top just before the flames went up and clinging to the ceiling. His body was demolished, but that was really not important. What was important was figuring out where they kept the bodies. Mimicking a woodworm, he twisted and bored his way through the ceiling, growing legs on the other side to scuttle away. He'd get in the grate system and look for the morgue from there.
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Swallower snarled and let go of the blade when it ignited. The flames seared his hand horribly, an injury that make little holes through his palm and fingers. His other hand kept going for the break, which while not as damaging without a held arm, would still hurt. He wasn't expecting his apparent ally's attacks to be redirected to his own body. He tossed his head and roared when the blade embedded itself in his arm. It wasn't as bad as the flames, but it was by no means pleasant. He yanked free and jogged back. Close combat wasn't the answer. He dug his fingers into a crack in the road. The bastard required on his skill to dodge rather than pure speed--Swallower was skilled enough himself to easily tell--so just throw something he's not fast enough to avoid. Swallower flexed and with a mighty heave, flipped a massive chunk of the road right at the strange man.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 22, 2015 18:30:46 GMT
Ignoring the fact that he almost cut Swallower, Arthur threw the giant swords at the man. They were propelled by his ice manipulation and not by his strength so the lack of a finger did not weaken them at all. But he was not done. He jumped forward with a roar, coating his hand in frost and he punched the chunk of road. The coating exploded upon contact which made the chunk even faster.
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Post by retrias on Nov 23, 2015 7:01:13 GMT
"Okay, you know what time it is? It's time for you to-" His expression changed when he caught wind of the jelly they were pouring in. "I have changed my mind, it is now fuck this o'clock." Fuck this o'clock was way too early for napalm. His tongue shot out like a chameleon's to the sealing and his head broke free, flying to the top just before the flames went up and clinging to the ceiling. His body was demolished, but that was really not important. What was important was figuring out where they kept the bodies. Mimicking a woodworm, he twisted and bored his way through the ceiling, growing legs on the other side to scuttle away. He'd get in the grate system and look for the morgue from there. ___ Swallower snarled and let go of the blade when it ignited. The flames seared his hand horribly, an injury that make little holes through his palm and fingers. His other hand kept going for the break, which while not as damaging without a held arm, would still hurt. He wasn't expecting his apparent ally's attacks to be redirected to his own body. He tossed his head and roared when the blade embedded itself in his arm. It wasn't as bad as the flames, but it was by no means pleasant. He yanked free and jogged back. Close combat wasn't the answer. He dug his fingers into a crack in the road. The bastard required on his skill to dodge rather than pure speed--Swallower was skilled enough himself to easily tell--so just throw something he's not fast enough to avoid. Swallower flexed and with a mighty heave, flipped a massive chunk of the road right at the strange man. Three man went into the building , rather than the law abiding look of a policeman elite or the disciplined face of an army, those three each have the face of more suitable for a "villain". The first one, a tall man with modern armor covering his whole body entered the burned room ignoring the heat surrounding him, in his hand were an extremely large and thick machete "the hostile is not found , is it dead..." The next man to enter shook his head , it was a man with huge rifle and a weird headgear on his head that had cable floating everywhere "Cant be too careful, I will jack to the cam system " The third man that moved in was the strangest man of them all he was taller , his body didnt look like a human only vaguely human shaped , his leg were reverse jointed , his arm long and lanky and his back had two strange box mounted on it. This is.. the 55th unit. The airway were dusty and cramped, there is a faint smell of medicines, sterile goods and to someone with an inhuman sense of smell the rather putrid sense of corpse. The young man flinched for a second, his shield cannot take the heavy weight of the asphalt,and if he took the time to redirect the sword the asphalt will crush him first. His mind worked in overdrive, various weapons flashed briefly as if he is selecting the best to pick from the group , one weapon appeared the most suitable to do the situation "Change... Thread, new moon bagworm silk art :Revolving cocoon" the blade catcher changed, the 'flames' spread and changed into somekind akin to extremely thin threads. The threads with a flick of wrist spun around the young man rapidly,the thinness and tensile strength of the thread made it akin to a blade and when spun at this speed become a construct that look like grinder. The block of asphalt were chipped by the grinder however several small pieces made it pass and inflict scratches to the youngmans body, he didn't think that the ice sword would be grinded or even blocked as easily as a piece of the road, he has seen some ice even stronger than the strongest metal known to man. A thread suddenly shot up to the roof of the house unit where the children are, he jumped avoiding the sword , the thread carrying with a faster momentum than what he is physically capable of "One target for pick up , ready transport..... two? there has always been one... is that so" the man mutters to himself while being carried by the thread.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 23, 2015 16:15:27 GMT
Huntsman needed food. His body was too tiny to wipe out any cults. He scuttled through the air conditioning, looking out each grate until he found the morgue. If it wasn't connected to the police station, he would flee and find a phone to get directions.
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Swallower's plan came to mind the instant the man used his thread to pull himself to the roof. Swallower charged right at the front of the house, arms outstretched. He pummeled right through the wall, causing enough damage that the portion of the roof with the man on it should fall to the ground, leaving him vulnerable for the ice user.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 24, 2015 13:50:18 GMT
Swallower's attack would not have the effect he was hoping for. When the young man first appeared, his attack only cut the woman and the boy. Two little girls were still in there and making the roof fall endangered them. Snapping out of his rage, at least temporarily, Arthur jumped towards the hole he made in the wall before and looked for the girls. He needed to get them out of the building, asap.
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Post by retrias on Nov 25, 2015 6:35:41 GMT
Huntsman needed food. His body was too tiny to wipe out any cults. He scuttled through the air conditioning, looking out each grate until he found the morgue. If it wasn't connected to the police station, he would flee and find a phone to get directions. ___ Swallower's plan came to mind the instant the man used his thread to pull himself to the roof. Swallower charged right at the front of the house, arms outstretched. He pummeled right through the wall, causing enough damage that the portion of the roof with the man on it should fall to the ground, leaving him vulnerable for the ice user. The grate were not directly connected to the morgue instead it went to the medical exam room, where there is one corpse splayed open inside a plastic case, it seems that this was the corpse related to the murder in the slums. The three member of unit 55 spoke loudly enough that they can be heard even in the airways " Are we actually done here? Did that first spray ended the alert?" , "call me paranoid but I never seen any of our case solved within first contact" there were sounds of heavy breathing as if in response , guttural grunt. The man floated in the air as the string go limp when the roof was destroyed from this kind of height he prolly wont leave unscathed. However that is not on his mind now , as he sees the two children looking around in a mixture of surprise in horror, he reacted "Level 3 release granted , securing the target". It is only an instant but several transparent sword like objects appeared and floated around the young man, the sword cut away the debris from the falling roof, its immense speed precission and power soon sliced the roof fragments into nothing he heard again another voice in his head "Transport phenomenon counting down in 3,2.." he pushed his body faster grabbing one of the young child , person who have good awareness and enough peripheral vision would notice that the girl held her hand outward as if to reach the young man, once their hand grabbed each other it was just in time "1, phenomenon initiated" with that the young man and one of the girl disappeared from the area . However another surprise were held for the remaining people in the vicinity , due to the lackluster construction of the unit the rest of it begin to crumble inward, threatening the remaining child .
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 25, 2015 7:46:28 GMT
Huntsman was an idiot, but he was not entirely without caution. His mouth opened and a little eye squirted forth, dangling from a stalk. He drooped it through the vent's bars and turned it to scan the whole room. Was anybody in there?
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Swallower saw the girl reached out of one of his eyes. Impossible. It didn't make any sense. The man had just murdered her family members. Something was missing. There was no time to mull over facts as his hands shot upward and braced the ceiling. "I can't hold it for long! Get the child out!" He demanded at Arthur.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 27, 2015 19:17:45 GMT
"Stop! Don't you dare touch her!" Arthur rushed forward to stop the young man before he could take the girl, but he was too slow. "Dammit, come back here, you freak!" But he didn't have time to curse the man forever. The other girl was still in here and the complex was crumbling.
"Come on, we have to get out of here." He lifted up the girl and ran back to the hole in the wall. He dodged falling chunks of roof and finally jumped out, landing on the ground. He let the girl go and asked, "Are you okay? Were you hurt anywhere?"
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Post by retrias on Nov 28, 2015 5:13:31 GMT
Huntsman was an idiot, but he was not entirely without caution. His mouth opened and a little eye squirted forth, dangling from a stalk. He drooped it through the vent's bars and turned it to scan the whole room. Was anybody in there? ___ Swallower saw the girl reached out of one of his eyes. Impossible. It didn't make any sense. The man had just murdered her family members. Something was missing. There was no time to mull over facts as his hands shot upward and braced the ceiling. "I can't hold it for long! Get the child out!" He demanded at Arthur. The room was empty besides the lone opened up corpse, it seems that everyone besides unit 55 have evacuated the building. The medical coroner seems to have left in a hurry when he hears the gunshot , his works items and files were still left there and the corpse were just left splayed open without closing. Putrid sense still covers the room as if the medical sterilization and formalin didn't do anything to the corpse smell. There are couple of doors with plates on them that seems to lead to another place/ The room feel strange somehow, it is as if something else is behind these murders. The girl nodded at Arthurs question looking at him then Swallower, then back at Arthur again hiding behind his back. "You no friend of he who burns? Are you friend with our king then?" The Girl looked back at the bodies in the rubble, holding her tears, the girls seems to speak more coherent english compared to the woman with her, stranger still that she kept quiet when she was with the woman and the boy "Who are you ?" the girl asked again looking upwards to meet Arthurs eye, she seems to have little care of the should be traumatic event that happened to her
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 28, 2015 6:47:40 GMT
Alex watches the conflict and pays close attention to every little detail his eyes and ears could pick up. His behavior hints at him not trying to engage in this fight. His eyes did seem to shine a bit when the man started to use his own combat threads. He continues to watch the battle, and adjust his postion in order to avoid being part of the collateral damage. Once the conflict is over, he eventually moves to rejoin the others. He waits quielty to himself, standing roughly 6 feet away from the others. He didn't seem to be in the mood to talk, instead his eyes scan around as he goes over recent events in his mind. He looks at what is left of the building and for the first time in a while his face reveals a slightfrown. He didn't care at all for the building or the bodies inside of it. Instead, his sadness is the result of the man's disappearance. His weapons and movements were truly inspirational for him, and for that inspiration to leave so soon, well it left the man with a bit of disappointment. Yet, it also left him with curiosity. Its going to be fun to see him again, thought Alex.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 28, 2015 7:23:13 GMT
Huntsman slid through the grate like a liquid, pouring into the chest cavity of the victim. His body spread tendrils through the corpse, assimilating and studying it. Not only did he analyze the body at a cellular level this way, he converted the cells directly to his own, building up a proper body. He would learn anything there was to know about the body this way.
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Swallower, seeing Arthur had the remaining child safe, released the building and let it fall. The rubble had not been on the ground for a second before he rose from its shadows, unharmed. The utility of that ability was intact even in this state. "I am the friend of nobody who burns. I dislike fire." He informed the child and turned away to survey the rubble. Where had that other fellow ended up?
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 28, 2015 23:16:33 GMT
"I agree with the demon guy. I hate fire users with a burning passion." Arthur giggled at his own pun, as lame as it was. "But I also can't say I know your king. I'm just a random guy who feels like solving this world's supernatural problems. Now, would you mind taking me, and these guys I guess, to see your king? I think we need to talk to him."
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