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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 4, 2015 5:47:56 GMT
Eve was a bit confused at Garo's demeanor. Had he forgotten what had transpired? Or just chosen to forget? She released him, looking at the flower with interest as her face reformed. Pick it, a voice demanded. Her brain could be such an evil little shit. "Hey, Garo... what's the last thing you can remember?" She looked at him with her usual relaxed grin, but there was some level of worry in her eyes. Her worries deepened with his light tone about her and Falken. "And to think I was interested in him..." She muttered. She still wanted to fuck him on some irresponsible level, but she'd be shooting him in the head when she was done. "Look, do you at least remember what I was about to talk about?"
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Post by Kuma on Apr 4, 2015 23:09:57 GMT
-You can do that on your own Stevenson, those crusty bureaucrats don’t like me… I think some of them even posted one or two rewards on my head. - Falken smirked. –Nothing too big, I personally feel offended my head isn’t worth more… maybe I should kill them next time they cross me during a gig.- Seemingly the Mercenary had returned fully to his usual cocky demeanor.
It wasn’t a well known fact, or even a secret but Falken hated… hated with all his might any divine intervention or power. If asked he would say he had his reasons, most of them linked to the people that turned him into the killing machine he is right now. Trinity Gate.
Falken shook the memories of his previous “owners” and told Alexander. –We are about to reach them Stevenson. I can already hear the old man’s annoying yappering with my impant… let’s double our pace, I want to get a plan running as soon as possible.-
-What is the last thing I remember? - The Archer hand went to his chin, as if he was in deep thought. –We descended from the peak after following the albino Bixie and when we were about to keep tracking it we were attacked by the Yemen with crimson fur. - Then his voice started to weaken as he looked at his broken clothes exposing his naked skin through the hole. –I attacked the Yemen that moved to attack your back and I…. I …- Confusion filled his face, a stern confusion, almost frustration because his lack of memory.
-Maybe the Yemen hit me hard enough to knock me down and I hit my head I can’t remember anything…- Garo looked around, peering into the shifty mist around them. –I also remember a chime, like a bell inside the mist…- The confusion faded away as his tone became relaxed. –Maybe I’m imagining things… but I swear I saw a…
-You saw what old fart? Your Alzheimer’s prescription?- Falken arrogant voice interrupted Garo’s remembrance of the previous events. He entered into the rocky battleground with Alex surely behind. He looked both at Eve, who looked shaken and Garo who was strangely not reacting to his insult. For the moment he ignored the things that he found weird and spoke with seriousness–We need to talk… right now…-
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 5, 2015 2:52:57 GMT
Alex doesn't respond to the words of fellow hunter, he just pays close attention to them. Hearing something in his words that even makes Alex uneasy to say anything in response or ask any questions for the machine man. He wasn't going to say anything right now for a few reasons. One being that after the first time he had tired to discuss his past, Falken's immediate reaction was too hostile for his living. And two, especially with the current circumstances of the situation that they were in, Alex wanted to keep his chances of getting out of this mess as high as possible. Ignoring his curious nature, Alex begins to walk twice as fast as before, and was now jugging to keep up with his companion. Hoping that the others were not in any current conflicts at the moment, so that they can focus their efforts on what they are going to need to do as quickly as possible.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 5, 2015 3:56:58 GMT
Eve listened to Garo, wondering at the omissions. They seemed intentional on the Kirin's part. Well, she'd fill him in later if she got a chance. Now was not the time with Falken and Alexander popping up. She wasn't baring her weaknesses to them. Or anything else at this rate. Her time spent in this timeline was unpleasantly dry. "A lot more happened than that. But personal stuff will have to wait." She gave Falken her flirty grin again. "So, you came crawling back. What do you need this time?"
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Post by Kuma on Apr 5, 2015 20:49:35 GMT
Falken, with a curiously theatrical voice started talking. –Lovely Ladies. - He winked at Eve. –Geriatric Gentlemen. - He glared at Garo. –And those of unspecified gender. - He glanced at Alexander. –We are in deep shit. - The Mercenary did a small dramatic pause before continuing. –We are striding inside the domain of a corrupted, demented and possibly pissed Chinese Sacred Beast and according to its unborn child, a big ass egg who is causing the energy interference in this place - He had to make a pause after uttering those words, as he had a hard time believing them. –We need to kill it before it further fucks up the balance of the Force or some other Divine bullshit like that.-
-I vote that we leave the mountains forgot about the rampant Vermillion Bird and go to somewhere warm, like a tropical beach and we get shitfaced with some vodka, bourbon or anything with more than 40% alcohol.- Falken shrugged his shoulders and smirked. –Who’s with me?-
Garo looked at Falken with his eyes wide open and with a tone as surprised as his face he asked. –Wait…What?-
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 6, 2015 5:41:47 GMT
Alex just lets his companion speak, while he studies an interesting little creature on the ground. Bending down, he pays close attention to the tiny bug. Wondering if the creature could even comprehend how easy it would be for it to be killed right now, if the hunter just feels like ending the little bug right now. That its status of either being alive or died was so insignificant is currently being determine by the mood of its massive watcher. Thinking about their positions, Alex begins to ponder just how far up the cosmic chain of command really went up to. Thinking how their are observers studying him right now who are so far out of his reach, he could never hope to be able to perceive them. He smiles at this idea and looks up to see the reactions of everyone's faces as Falken finishes his suggestion.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 6, 2015 15:02:58 GMT
"Sorry Falken, I couldn't hear anything after you said we have to kill the evil bird. Now, let's go do that. Or are you coward?" She walked by him and gave Alexander a sweet smile instead. "Come on Alex. Stop staring at bugs. I'm sure there are better things to look at this way." She kept going, knowing she would be followed. Falken was way too easy to manipulate for his own good if she read him right.
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Post by Kuma on Apr 7, 2015 14:04:16 GMT
-I’m not a coward…- Falken was trying really hard not to lose his smirk. –I’m smart enough to know that I can’t kill a minor deity, at least not on my own, and even less when I only have 1 weapon left in my daily charges.- The Mercenary leaned against a boulder with a sardonic smile plastered on his face. –Unless either you or the old fart have a plan to kill a God I think I’ll take my leave before my body gets blown up or worse…. Fucking deities…- He said while following Eve, mostly because being behind her he could enjoy the view.
Garo looked at Falken, for the first time he thought that the Mercenary was speaking the truth about something when he expressed his dislike about divine beings. He quickly dispelled that from his mind to focus in the task at hand. He checked his equipment and while he did that he once again noticed the hole on his body armor and looked at it inquiringly as he walked. Once again he forced himself to avoid stray thoughts and shared some of his wisdom with the group.
-When you fight with deities, especially corrupt ones you need to keep their distance, whatever is taking over them will try to get on you.- Garo looked at them as he kept talking. –We need to distract it, restrict it and finally put it out of its misery and we need to do it as swiftly as we can to minimize the chance of getting affected ourselves.-
The Old Archer reached into his quiver and felt the wooden shaft of one of his arrows, a special one with a wooden tip as well. Made of the same branch he used to kill the rampant god back when he was young. Maybe it could prove useful this time around.
Eve picked a direction by chance and sometimes fate decides that the chances you take are fruitful, as she was leading the group directly to the epicenter of the “Aquelarre”, in which standing over a destroyed peak it was Suzaku the Vermillion Bird of the South, a 10 mts tall, 30 mts of wingspan bird with tattered crimson feathers, a cracked beak and blank eyes. It stood alone over the rocks, leaving the imprints of its claws into the rock.
But as massive as it was something was clear, it seemed to be more dead than alive, almost like a zombie, with putrid sections of its skin, as if it was affected by some sort of necrosis. Around it there was a halo of dark red light, which bizarrely seemed to suck the light from the area rather than illuminate it. The Corrupted Deity cried to the skies, a sound that echoed in the mountains and the heavens went black. Rain started to pour from above, cold unforgiving tears of the ebony skies.
Lighting crossed the black clouds hitting a tree in a nearby peak, illuminating the area with a sinister light, revealing that in the circle of flat rocky terrain around the peak hundreds if not thousands of creatures were dead, their corpses mangled forming a nest around Suzaku. A nest of death.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 7, 2015 14:52:45 GMT
Alex didn't want to leave the small bug alone, but he had to stay with the group if he wanted to keep his odds of surviving as high as possible. As he walks behind everyone, he keeps on thinking of the bug he saw back then, wondering if thats what they would appear to the opponent that they were going to face. As soon as he saw the corrupted Deity, his eyes shine with delight. Studying the zombie like minor god's body, he was beginning to get extremely excited again. Even the cold rain and the lighting didn't bother the professional hunter as he looks and stares at his most impressive prey in his career yet. The thought of slaying and studying the divine monster gave him a purposeful and meaningful wide smile on his face. "Magnificent" he finally said after watching the scene before him in complete awe for a decent period of time.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 7, 2015 15:36:11 GMT
Falken whined, but he was still following her. That was all Eve needed. "And if you hate gods so much, you should relish the opportunity to kill one." She should have brought Huntsman. He killed gods all the time, even if they were little bitty ones. She had never even met one. She looked to Garo for wisdom, and as usual he came through. "Thanks Garo. Basic plan- Falken and I have the highest base firepower, so we'll get its attention while Alex makes traps. Garo, you've killed one before, so if somebody's going to finish it off, it should be you." If there were any objections, she didn't hear them before they came up to the bird. She stood stock still as it cried its sad cry and the rain begin to fall. The water came off her red, her bloody body becoming a splotchy mess. This place felt... dark. "Shhh!" She hissed to Alex before falling to her stomach and beginning to crawl on the rough ground, hiding among the other bodies. If she could ambush it before it could make its shield, maybe she could fatally injure it. She waved for Falken to follow, and hopefully Alex and Garo would do their tasks as well.
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Post by Kuma on Apr 8, 2015 3:47:04 GMT
-I’ve never killed one like this one Harper… I killed the deity of a sacred grove in Hokkaido, not one of the 4 Sacred Beasts of a country like China.- Garo was a bit worried, seemingly the effects of his recent revival were wearing off, at least when it came to his previously joyous disposition. –I don’t know if this arrow will pierce its hide, I’m just betting on it. - He started to move towards one of the nearby peaks to get a proper sniping position. He stopped for a second and added, without turning back. –What you don’t need to bet about is if strike him…. This is a shot I won’t fail.--Firepower? - Falken raised his eyebrow cunningly as he whispered. –I can give you firepower, but let me get my tunes up, so we get that creature attention. - Falken started tinkering with the menus projected from his wrist hidden behind a large rock, surely part of the ruined peak that served as the center of Suzaku’s nest. Rain kept falling and lightings crackled over the leaden skies. Garo was climbing to one of the nearby peaks so he could snipe the creature at the best moment, he was clearly determined almost as if the energy of the lightings above also resided on his eyes. Once again Falken’s fingers moved to a speed that defied reason, thanks to his enhancements. He quickly pulled two objects from his rented pocket dimension. An 80’s boombox and a massive minigun, the Nogami Rail Chaingun, which came with 5 different ammo boxes, held in a backpack that the Mercenary quickly equipped. –I’m going to keep the damn thing on its place sweet cheeks, you get close and attacking while is down and hope Oldbin Hood does his job.-Falken climbed over the boulder as the rain fell over him and when he reached the top he kicked the boom-box on and this glorious sound started feeling the area while he connected the Ura Pellets to his gun. -EAT GEL YOU BLOODY FEATHERY BASTARD!- Falken roared maniacally as he started a barrage of high speed deep blue projectiles that started hitting the massive bird in multiple locations and when they did the pellets released a powerful azure gel that would paralyze and restrict the movements of the creature. –COME GET SOME!!!- He kept shooting, aiming to the legs and wings, hoping to limit the movements of the creature leaving it defenseless to whatever Eve was planning for it. As this happened Garo positioned himself, waiting for the perfect moment to hit the bird at it’s weakest.
SO IT BEGINS
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 9, 2015 2:39:08 GMT
Listening to Eve, he decides not to say another word and remains silent. Immediately afterwards, he begins his assignment for this plan of hers. Alex crouches down and begins to move around, setting up his traps as he tries his best to not redirect his focus to the fallen beasts around him or the corrupt deity. Still, as he performs his task. he couldn't help but think that the creature would probably be able to get out of his traps. At best, Alex was hoping to assist Garo with his job. Yet, even the old archer seem to have some doubts about actually being able to put down this prey. Touching the Colt on his side, he wonders if he might have to take a couple of shots later with this weapon. Alex rarely uses the Colt for personally reasons, one being out of respect for his mentor, but if any prey was worthy of being a target of the Colt's bullets, he could not think of any better opponent at this moment than that tgiant bird god. Looking around, Alex spots the best areas he could get to in time before Falken begins to play music. Alex was a fan of Led Zeppelin, so he didn't mind the extra set that the machine man decided to take to capture their target's attention. Smiling to himself, he continues to move around, waiting for his chance to strike at the impressive bird.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 9, 2015 4:39:11 GMT
Eve was practically on the feet of the tainted god when Falken yelled and fired his gel bullets. Odd choice. She thought of how enthusiastic about shooting sticky goo everywhere before shelving the amusing thought for a later chat with him. She pointed her cannon up. If Falken called her sweet cheeks again, she was aiming at him. As it was, instead of a cannonball, a grenade was slid into her cannon's greedy throat. The pin fell and the grenade flew, thunder of the cannon melding with the thunder of the sky. Just as the grenade struck the side of the god's head, a third thunder joined the rally. Eve thrilled at the noise, the thunderous calamity. She knew it had only just begun, and she couldn't resist bringing her music again for this battle of leaders. The ipod she had internalized roared. Sorry Falken.
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Post by Kuma on Apr 9, 2015 18:29:50 GMT
Suzaku the Vermillion Bird of the south turned its head when the initial riff of Kashmir started, focusing its eyes on Falken, standing on the boulder. The barrage of gel pellets struck hard and the Sacred Beast tried to block them with its impressive, yet corrupt, wingspan. Thankfully that only helped the Mercenary who kept attracting the being’s attention with the hail of restraining bullets. Still the Vermillion Bird’s attack capabilities weren’t completely sealed, as Falken would discover.
-I think this might bloody end up working…- Falken spoke triumphantly as he kept shooting with a large bloodthirsty grin. But as always the Infamous Mercenary arrogant made him underestimate his enemy. As the Vermillion Bird cried to the heavens and the reddish energy around was sucked towards its cracked beak. A buzzing sound filled the area, overcoming the rain and thunders and a massive red beam, like a very wide burning laser sprouted out the creature beak, with a mighty roaring blare.
-GODAMNIT!!!- Falken shouted as he jumped off the boulder, that was instantly eradicated by the powerful dark crimson beam (Red in the inside with a gradient to black in the borders) The boom-box was also destroyed by the attack that started moving following Falken who jumped through the field of dead creatures, rushing to get out of the way. Thankfully, moments before getting turned into charred metal and roasted meat Eve’s grenade hit the Vermillion Bird on the side of the face, causing it to shake its head, altering the course of the attack.
Violently snapping its neck from the explosion Suzaku’s attack flew over Falken cutting several peaks behind him (Thankfully missing the one Garo was preparing his shot) until when it stopped it ended in a large explosion, big enough to engulf a small building in fiery death. The rain kept pouring down the battlefield as the Infamous Mercenary stood up after being knocked face first into the mud by the shockwave. He looked at the Vermillion Bird as it struggled to move the wings being restrained by the Ura Pellets Gel and his bionic eye gleamed red with anger.
-Nobody messes with Robert Plant…. Not even bloody gods. - As he talked he released the Ura Pellets cartridge from the back pack and plugged the Kin Scattering Rounds, powerful shotgun like ammunition that upon contact with a target could double or triple its weight.
What Falken didn’t notice, too focused on the fight to care, was that his prior escape to the Crimson Beam wasn’t perfect as his right leg, up to the knee, was reduced to his metallic endoskeleton. As he was moving through difficult, corpse filled, terrain he didn’t thought that his sluggishness was product of a wound. But he clearly noticed when he tried to shoot the powerful weapon from a standing position and the lack of many reinforcements on his legs forced him down to the floor, messing with his aim, shooting the scattering rounds into the peak where the Vermillion Bird and Eve were.
If both didn’t move their footing would crumble under them. –EVE GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF THERE!!!!- Falken shouted from the top of his lungs, hoping that the Huntress will hear him.
Over a nearby peak, still miraculously standing, Garo was preparing his shot, steadying his breath and blocking everything that wasn’t his target. The Old Archer breathed deeply, waiting for the chance to use the arrow made of a tree, the same tree he was protecting when he got the scars crossing his face.
As much as he tried to block everything out, the problem wasn’t from the exterior, but the interior, as he could remember, now cleared than ever before, the fear he felt while facing the corrupted forest god. Like a nagging voice telling him last time was lucky and this was the end of the borrowed time entropy gave him after defeating a foe way over his skills.
Once again he inhaled, trying to block his doubts as he kept aiming and focusing into a mental image of the arrow hitting the target.
THE TIME IS NEAR, THE DEFEAT OF MY PROGENITOR NEEDS TO HAPPEN
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 9, 2015 20:11:20 GMT
Alex watches the battle before him as he continues to change his position all over the place, creating the trap he decide to title as Bird Cage. Looking back he notices the power that the bird had under its command. Thinking that if he were to ever get hit directly once by the creature he would surely have to enjoy the sweet taste of oblivion. Maybe if he was luck, there would be something of his to bury in the ground. Well, thats assuming that he actual would have someone to perform a symbolic funeral service for him. Alex, nearly finish with his preparations, tries his best not to make a single sound. He tries to be as efficient as possible. Doing what he needed to do fast, but not too fast. Taking the time to make sure every moment will come together as best as possible, without wasting too much time with making sure that the trap was functional. Looking at his wire gloves, he knew that after this trap was set up, he would need to restock his wired gloves with more wire threads. Luckily, he had a few more clips of wire threads containers with him before he would run out. Smiling to himself, he sets up the last bits to his trap, thinking how amusing it is going to be to see if this plan works, or how its going to fail.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 10, 2015 3:32:52 GMT
Eve stared in stunned, barely contained joy when the massive bird fired off an equally massive energy beam. Well, this thing was awesome. Only when her grenade struck the beast's face and made the beam fly wide that she thought about what it might be aimed at. She looked at where it had been aiming at, finding that Falken was damaged. His wounds didn't seem life threatening, so she looked back to the god. The moment she did, she was blindsided by the scattering of shells that riddled the ground around her and flew past her face. Before she could yell at Falken to be more careful, he yelled at her to move. She didn't understand for a second, finding her spot just fine. Then she looked down and found the ground beneath her was just beginning to give way. He had actually bothered to warn her, seemingly on instinct. Which was very touching and all, but helped her very little. She was too slow to guarantee getting off the peak and far enough away that falling rocks wouldn't crush her before it fell. Speed just wasn't her thing. However, she wasn't an awful jumper. She hopped on the god's leg, using it as a platform to spring to its belly. She dug her fingers into downy feathers and tough skin, just hoping the bird was on bottom when they hit the ground. A big feather mattress was her best bet for survival.
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Post by Kuma on Apr 11, 2015 4:11:37 GMT
The peak in the middle, or at least what remained of it, collapsed under its own increased weight, as Falken missed shots increased the weight of many parts of said promontory that stood over a sea of corpses. –BLOODY HELL! - Falken barely managed to move away from the incoming shockwave with his weakened leg. If he wasn’t injured from before he might have been able to recuperate some functionality on his leg, but after taking a beating by the Fubai Long, The Mercenary could barely get enough juice from his nanites to get his leg moving. He jumped with one leg, diving into a crevice, avoiding the dust and corpses cloud moving towards him. He was barely lucky, as lady luck was busier helping Eve. The increased weight on its wings, thanks to Falken’s Gel Pellets, helped the Huntress, as mid fall Suzaku tried to struggle and in that movement the massive beast lost it balance turning on its massive wingspan. The good news was that Eve was alive, over the bird stomach; the bad news was that the gel was shattered by the impact, releasing the wings. Put luck didn’t also forgot of Alex, as the Corrupted Suzaku screeched and stood up from its prone position (surely with Eve still hanging if she didn’t released her grip) One of the Sacred Beast claws landed in one of the Grotesque Hunters clearly ingenious traps.
As these events unfolded Garo kept focusing his everything into this shot. He was ignoring the cuts on his fingers from keeping the bow drawn, the pain on his shoulders and his old bones. Even the voice telling him that he would fail was fading away behind a wall of sheer discipline, experience and self control. The Old Archer exhaled softly. Soon it would be his time to act. He only hoped knowing when was that time.
WHAT WAS GIVEN TO THE VASSALS WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO THE KING IN TIMES OF DIRE NEED, THAT IS THE LAW OF A KINGDOM.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Apr 11, 2015 4:37:32 GMT
Alex watchtes at the scared beats lucky lands in one of his traps zone. This new development in the fight causes a big sinister grin to appear across his face, while at the same time his eyes lit up in delight. Wasting no time at all. Alex moves his hands and fingers extremely fast, so quick in fact that a normal human would only see a blur where Alex's hands should be. During these series of complex moments with his wired glove, all the wire threads that he has prepared in waiting for this moment suddenly begin to move at blinding speeds as they get in position for wire thread trap, "Bird Cage". The wire threads slice through any corpse like nothing as if they were caught in the wire threads paths as they move into their positions, which creates the appearance of a wire thread cage surrounding the massive bird. Finally with everything set, the hunter claps his hands together and the wire threads collapse in on the corrupt deity. The wire threads if successful will wrap around the creature in a very tight cocoon style grip around it's entire body with the goal of leaving its head expose. The design of this trap was also self inflicting, but this time the wire threads were similar to a straitjacket with a nasty feature. Whenever the target would try to muscle their way out of the wire threads, not only would they be cutting into the sharp edges of the wire threads, but that in fact the wire threads would squeeze within the target's muscle structure, which allows the wire thread suit to becoming tighter and tighter as it squeezes into the target's body.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 11, 2015 7:07:09 GMT
Eve felt her stomach drop out like it never really had before as the peak dropped away. She had fallen before, of course. But it had always been in harmless ways, and done for a thrill. Jumping from a crow's nest to the deck of a ship, launching herself with her cannon's force. All in good fun. This was a potentially deadly fall if something landed on her. She pressed herself to the belly of the bird like a baby monkey clinging to its mother and hoped for the best.
Her coat fluttered in the endless fall. All noise was lost in crumbling rubble and sight in dust, but she could feel the impact shake her, skin to steel. Luckily, her foe took the brunt of the impact. She wasted no time in beginning to crawl up its body. It didn't matter when it stood. She was still climbing. This drop was nothing compared to the one they just took. Her comrades were not forgotten, but they were very far away. She vaguely wondered if they had fell into one of Alex's traps. She thought about Garo, and the shot he hadn't taken yet. Did Falken avoid the collapsing cliffs? It all mattered in some distant corner of her head, but it passed by quicker than the feathers beneath her chest. She made once last lunge to grab onto the creature's beak. She didn't want this beaky bastard throwing out any more of those lasers. She had not real idea how to really stop it, but she could take its mind off the idea for a minute.
She flipped, hooking her legs loosely over its beak. Looking into one eye, she aimed an arm that opened back into a cannon right into the blank void. With a single movement, it was loaded. With a single thought, the cannon, stocked with a surplus of gunpower before, erupted. A cannonball went forward, a woman was hurtled back. Twisted to land on all fours, but lacked the agility to pull it off just right. Her left leg hit the ground first, crumpling like a tin can. She was still filled with momentum and simply flew head over heals on the rough ground, a mess of rubble and corpses. Her limbs desprately grabbed at the ground, but this cannon had launched her at least a mile before with that much gunpowder. She finally ran out of momentum and sprawled in a twisted mess on the rocks, unnervingly still.
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Post by Kuma on Apr 12, 2015 1:44:43 GMT
Eve managed to slip past the closing wires that surrounded Suzaku, entrapping it under their sharp edges. Alexander’s trap was perfectly placed and was more than enough to restrain the Sacred Beast movements. But it wasn’t limited to that, as the struggles of the creature only helped the sinister weapon to dig deep into its flesh and the pain only made Suzaku violently convulse and keep helping the wire trap slashing its body, cutting feather, flesh and bone with dreadful ease, almost too painful to be watched. A truly horrifying and effective cycle of torture, as the more it struggle the strongest the attack became. Suzaku finally cried out with a broken sound as it stopped struggling, the wires in too deep for the creature to properly move. With a painful whimper the Vermillion Bird of the South crashed into the remains of the shattered peak it previously used as throne. Still shaking while its blood was spilled by the Grotesque Hunter tools of trade, the giant bird gave a pathetic image.
Over the peak the Old Hunter decided that this was the time to attack, as Suzaku was paralyzed and too in pain to react. Truthfully this was more of a mercy kill than a proper shot, but Garo would do it no matter what. Greeting his teeth the Veteran Archer prepared to released the arrow, charged to the fullest with his Ki and with several Tetsu charms stacked over for maximum power. >--Ten no Ya Shin OUGI: Junishin no ya Hitotsu to shite (Heavenly Arrow True Secret Technique: 12 Divine Arrows as one--> The final technique of his school and Garo’s personal addition to the Ten no Ya techniques, a focused version of his father’s Ougi. Originally Garo’s style was meant for battlefields, with techniques to shoot fast and multiple arrows at the same time. The Old Archer modified some aspects to turn it into a hunting style. Instead of the 12 Arrows at the same time he focused all that strength in a single arrow moving at supersonic speeds with a brutal curve as it was shoot upwards and then the gravity accelerated it even more. A blinding grey comet falling from the skies like heavenly retribution, piercing through the head of Suzaku like a twig falling into a pond. Garo, completely spent of focus, ki and stamina collapsed on the peak, slowly sliding towards the edge too tired to even move…
Falken limped his way towards Alexander using the minigun as a cane. –I’ll be bloody damned Stevenson, you pulled it off… goddamn it!- Suzaku remained covered in wires, with a massive hole on its head. He patted the Grotesque Hunter shoulder as he looked around. –I think we are set her…- His expression suddenly changed, from a tired but cocky grin to complete horror. –OH FUCK!- Falken looked around as his sensors started noticing a new flow of the crimson energy he noticed before, but instead of flowing outwards, it was flowing towards the bird. -We’re screwed Quasi…- Said Falken with a weak voice….
Eve, the one the furthest from Suzaku, could see something else. As around her, coming from afar the creatures they faced, were being pulled towards Suzaku, as if they were being vacuumed by an invisible force, pulling them against their will.
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY THAN TO INVOLVE MYSELF IN THE MATTER TO SOLVE IT.
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