GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[XKjalX]

Kjal moved towards one of the windows after hearing the first gunshot. Noticing 3 demons assaulting Epsilon, Kjal whipped out his Spears. Cocking both guns, Kjal took aim at one of them.

Now.

He let loose a volley of 4 bullets with some precision, followed by another four on the second machine gunner, and the last on the shotgunner. Flicking the chambers open and the cartridges away, Kjal threw the Nuckelavee's Spears forward, in a high arc. Fishing out two clips, he jumped out of the window, cracking whatever glass that was left.

Half-way, the guns reached Kjal. With each clip between a thumb and the index finger, Kjal accurately pushed the clips in both revolvers, followed by grabbing the guns and pushing the chambers back. As soon as he gripped the trigger, he flipped it around once, cocking both hammers against each other quickly.

Landing in a tumble, Kjal quickly crouched upright and took aim at whatever's that was left.

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Since this seems to be a planned fight including Dan, I'll let Dan decided the demon's reaction to four bullets and another threat.

Plus, believe me, a revolver CAN shoot faster than a pistol.

[Wixern]

Anjio raised his arm, the two bullets striking meekly against the metallic scythe. As he lowered it, he could see the new man approaching. Deciding to end the fight as quickly as possible, BSN joined in on the attack. Anjio remained put, opting for a defensive position rather than dodging. BSN's blade met steel, and a quick swing threw her off balance.

BSN got up, ready to join in the fray, when Wixern rushed by her. He jumped, and threw himself at Anjio, turning in the air to add momentum to his strike. Anjio blocked, but the sheer force send him back, and broke his defense.
'Now!' Wixern said, turning to Nathan.

[Prinny]

Great. Now the real part begins.

Raile focused all his might and power on himself as he prepared himself for the upcoming surprise burst.




















The toilet shook.

The faeces came out.

Finally. Phew~

Flushing the fresh remains down the toilet, Raile washed his hands and went back into the waiting room, seeing the rest of the team waiting for their next match.

"So. Anybody nervous? I'll help you clear your stress out", he announced sadistically to everyone while wielding his Phantom-Slaying Dagger in a slashing stance, ready to pounce on the first person who answers back.

[Ailysa]

All former four bullets hit their mark, perforating the demon's skull, neck and torso. The second row of shots was sent towards the second machine gunner, however he was too slow to move clear of all the shots due to his heavy weaponry and a single bullet struck his foot, causing the demon to howl in pain. The third demon was informed by then of the threat above and nimbly tumbled back to send a pump from his sawed-off shotgun in the direction of the assailant above him.

Meanwhile, a demon approached the trespasser on the second-most top floor from behind, clutching a single SMG in his hands. His claws pressed down on the trigger, but grimaced at the clicks symbolizing an empty clip. He cursed at himself for wasting all the bullets on 'practice' and threw the firearm at the trespasser's head instead.

On the ground, the demon with the Nico tread cautiously behind the machine, raising his rifle once again at its back and letting the firearm go wild.

[XKjalX]

For a detailed info on Kjal's new 4-barrelled rifle, nicknamed "King 4", shortened for "Breaking 4 Shots", go to his profile, by my link on my sig.

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Side-stepping and spinning away from the spray of iron, Kjal pulled each trigger once at the second machine-gunning demon. Just as he was aiming the shotgunner, he felt something else flying to wards him.

Feeling something coming at his head from behind, Kjal flung both revolvers high into the air. Turning around on one foot like a noble-swordsman, he found a single SMG flying at his head. Instead of grabbing the trigger, he grabbed the barrel with one clawed-hand and flung it towards the shotgunner. Grabbing both revolvers from the air and quickly holstering them, he faced the shotgunner with empty hands.

On his back, King 4's safety was off. The buckle holding King 4 in place was loose. He faced the shotgunner with empty hands...or so it seems...

Far to Kjal's right, Epsilon was being assaulted by a rifle...

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Epsilon spun a sudden `180, catching the demon by surprise as it tried to level the Nico rifle on him. His left hand struck out and pushed the barrel of the gun up and away from his face, leaving the front of the demon completely exposed. The demon howled and lashed out with its other arm.

The machine instinctively dropped down, sweeping the screeching form off of its feet and catching the base of its thin neck as it fell with his free hand. The demon's voice was cut short as its neck was quickly snapped. Epsilon dropped the now silent corpse and looked around. The sentimental demon he was with seemed to be managing. Spotting another demon on the next floor, Epsilon leapt upwards in pursuit.

[kumorilastangel]

Anjio blocked, but the sheer force send him back, and broke his defense.
'Now!' Wixern said, turning to Nathan.

Seeing his chance and sensing his companions will to end this quickly Nathan crouched low , dashed towards Anjio and said "Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu Ryu: Ryu Sho Sen*." Waiting until he was near Anjio he pushed off the ground in a kind of uppercut motion with his sword in front of him. If done correctly this move would sever one of his opponents limbs or cut them in half.

There is the off chance that someone could block this move but your best bet would be to jump out of the way if you where targeted.
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Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu Ryu*: Ryu Sho Sen(Dragon Rising Flash)

Not very sure I made that move clear, kinda hard to describe.

[Armand]

Armand

Seeing Raile exit the restrooms, he playfully swatted him across the back of the head. "C'mon, ease up man. Our final match of the day starts within ten minutes, yeah, but that doesn't mean you need to get everyone hyped up so much." Armand said, laughing at the apparent fatigue each member of the team must be feeling.

By this point in the evening, each and every member of The Adventurer's were feeling the effects of fighting 2 battles back to back, not to mention skydiving out of a helicopter. Checking in with the Arena Master at his desk, Armand checked on their opposing team for the next match.

"Hey, just before our next match starts, I was wondering the team name and roster of who we're facing next round." Armand asked the grinning man, who began to lean back in his chair. "Oh, and truthfully, I havn't even asked you your name yet. I would assume you know mine by now," Armand laughed, shaking the man's hand.

"Kid, my name is Sorian Karrod. And... by the looks of things, your team will be suprisingly up against one of the best..." The man trailed off, dropping his gaze from Armand's face. "...Well, they're not really a team, I suppose. It's just a corporation who does this kind of thing for money." Sorian spat. If things keep going good for The Adventurer's, you guy's will be up against whatever the Maxwell Corporation decides to throw at you. Last month they were testing a new robotic assassin model, and submitted a full team of them. They couldn't be beat, until a team sabotaged the Arena simulation and locked the Health Points of their team. The assassin model's were apparently sent on a real life mission, and assassinated the enemy team in their sleep for the use of underhanded tactics. Once the news of these murders had reached the ears of the leader of Maxwell, they were immediately withdrawn, since there was no team with a high enough ranking to challenge them any time soon anyways." Sorian laughed.

"Assuming they submit a new team soon, it'll be the Maxwell Corporation you'll be up against. I'd assume you'd have the right, and the ranking, to challenge them within 2 to 3 wins in the Arena." He concluded. "Oh, and the next team you're fighting in 10 minutes is called 'The Quartet', and the roster consists of:

Jade Aryalis, Jessica Aryalis, Jillith Aryalis, and Joreneth Aryalis.

"You should have fun fightin' them 4 vixen's, eh?" The Arena Master hinted, his innuendo barely concealing his real thoughts. "Heh, try to fight with the head on your shoulder's, not the other way around." Sorian said, waving Armand off as he sat back down to continue booking matches. "By the way, Armand. After the match, you guys have rooms booked just around the corner from this Arena, complimentary for tonight, after the fights you guys showed us earlier." Sorian laughed, turning his monitor to set up the following day's Arena matches.

Walking back over to the rest of the group, Armand nodded at the three waiting for him. "Alright. The group we're up against next is called 'The Quartet'. 4 identical women, if I guess right. "Get your stuff together, we got a fight to win." Armand stated, tightening his belt. Gathering their weapons and possessions, the team quickly made their way into the preparation room, in which they verified that their items were all in order within the simulation system.

Hrm, last fight for the night...

Narmina

Argh... My damn head. What's going... On...?

Awakening within the ruins of Sunburg, Narmina slowly sat up and peered outside of the damaged building she had hid out in.

Hrm, damn. My barrier... Must have collapsed. What the hell happened...

Standing up and quickly checking her physical self over, she noticed a slight sensation within her chest.

What... What is this... It's almost as if... Something is tugging me towards the town nearby...

Collecting her posessions, she began to launch herself into a fury of spellcasting. Renewing herself with spells of temporal haste and strength, she launched herself out of the building's window and landed safely almost 40 feet below, on the ground.

I wish... I wish I didn't have to do this...

I'm sorry...

Pluging her hand into the back of the shredded body of a Sunburg resident, recently deceased, she began to draw forth his cold, unmoving blood.

If... If only there was another way. You have my thanks for your sacrifice.

"Edo edi essumeth contactus lamia..." Narmina whispered, feeling one of her most vital Demonic Spells take hold of the corpses blood source. Transferring the blood from the corpse into Narmina, she regained her strength, and lost her physical weariness in short order.

"I'll... I'll find you soon. And we'll see how things go from there..." Narmina whispered into the wind, which was rapidly turning Sunburg into a dust-filled wasteland.

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Re-introducing.... Narmina!

Control's, get the fux on MSN, need to discuss thingerz with you!

Eh, and Arena people! Get ready, this fight should be... fairly easy, but the next, and the one after is going to be difficult.

OOH, and Control'z, GET THE **** ON MSN! ><

[XKjalX]

Waiting for the demon to make it's move, Kjal stood in a standstill. So did the demon. Looking around like mad to escape the demon who had killed his friends, it panicked, searching for any nearby cover. The only way it saw was to fly. Centering back it's eyes at Kjal, it prepared to leap.

In a speed that Kjal was barely expecting, it leaped up in the air, cocking the shotgun as it did. What Kjal did know is that the demon was out of escape. He was merely playing chase with it. Pulling King 4 out of it's sling, he leaped into the air, right under the demon. Surprised, it didn't have time flap higher, and panicked. It quickly tried to pull down it's shotgun down on the approaching traitor.

Looking below, it saw four barrels. Behind the sights, was a grinning face with one eye. Kjal pulled the trigger.

...

A few seconds later, the thick rifle landed with a clatter. Later, Kjal landed with a thump on the ground, face first. The last was the demon. But the head wasn't there.

"Fug. What is WRONG with that gun?"

The gun is quite light. The only heavy part of the gun was the dual magazines that were latched on it. But when it recoiled, it kicked with the force of an ass.

Pushing himself up, looking back at the headless demon, he picked up King 4 and slung it back into it's sling. Picking up the demon's shotgun, which upon closer inspection was an Avenger. It had only one shell in it's magazine barrel. Kjal picked it up and ran towards the Red-Storm buiding in the open, windy moonlit night.

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EPSILON

Epsilon pounced on the demon and caught it on the chest with both feet. It's lanky form toppled over clumsily, the weight of the machine crushing the demon against the uneven concrete flooring and knocking the wind out of it. Before the demon could begin to react, the machine's hand struck out with lightning speed. With one hand pinning the demon down, the other took hold of its jaw and tore it off messily, reducing the demons frenzied gibberings into short gasps of pain that were barely audible. Soon enough it went silent on its own.

The machine leapt from the upper floor down, using the various pillars of rubble as steps. He stopped outside as Kjal made his way back from the open fields, having scavenged a shotgun off one of the demons. "We're leaving." Epsilon calmly spoke, attempting to hide a grin behind his cloak. "They know we're here now." Blood from the previous demon speckled Lunatic Brave, dripping down its form in small, thin lines. He walked foward towards Kjal, then past him. "The Gehda mines are my next destination", he said coolly.


OMEGA

Omega was checking off inventory inside one of the tents when the demon attacked. Mr. Darthy had burst in only a minute later and told him to keep low. "Now listen", he abruptly said. "That demon ain't like the others, so you keep tight and don't move alright?" Omega raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "Please", he scoffed. "Demons are a dime a dozen. I must have killed atleast a couple dozen in the last week." He raised one of his revolvers to eye level to emphasize his point. "This one can't possibly be any different."

"Now listen here you damned fool and-- hey, what happened to your eye?" Mr. Darthy leaned closer for inspection and Omega could smell what he had for lunch today, which was most likely some kind of pungent soup. He leaned back a little to preserve his personal space. "What's wrong with my eye?" Mr. Darthy raised a finger. "Your right one. It's kinda swelling a little."


RUBY MAXWELL

Maxwell Project #101-DoW
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Director: Ruby Maxwell

Test: DoW- Dogs of War


Mission Statement: The expected product of project 101-DoW is the stabilization and mass-production of HWIs (Humanoid Wartime Interfaces) that can be rapidly deployed against the forces of Burning Hell to minimize the risk of human casualties. The idea of the HWIs is to replace human officers and soldiers on the battlefield. As such they require a substantial AI that we are currently field-testing. With the Machine Campaigns still in the minds of the Astran people, the idea of a machine capable of thinking and acting independantly would not do well to gain public support. Thus, we are forced to carry out this project in secrecy. With the discovery of serial number CTP-700 we are making some headway into refining what we've completed so far.

Furthermore, we've calculated that Gauss weaponry is actually less effective against the supernatural than our own plasma variants. Will undergo field tests to verify this.

- Ruby Maxwell


Type Model: 002-Abyss (x4)

Status: Field-testing

Walking back over to the rest of the group, Armand nodded at the three waiting for him. "Alright. The group we're up against next is called 'The Quartet'. 4 identical women, if I guess right. "Get your stuff together, we got a fight to win." Armand stated, tightening his belt. Gathering their weapons and possessions, the team quickly made their way into the preparation room, in which they verified that their items were all in order within the simulation system.

"Sir Armand!"

Armand turned to see a woman casually running towards him. The woman pulled the cap on her head down to mask her face from passerbys as she slowed down in front of him. "I never learned your name until I saw it on the roster." She looked up at him. "It's me. Maxwell."

[Wixern]

Anjio blocked, but the sheer force send him back, and broke his defense.
'Now!' Wixern said, turning to Nathan.

Seeing his chance and sensing his companions will to end this quickly Nathan crouched low , dashed towards Anjio and said "Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu Ryu: Ryu Sho Sen*." Waiting until he was near Anjio he pushed off the ground in a kind of uppercut motion with his sword in front of him. If done correctly this move would sever one of his opponents limbs or cut them in half.

There is the off chance that someone could block this move but your best bet would be to jump out of the way if you where targeted.

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Anjio remained still, confident in his ability to stop the oncoming assault despite the numbers being against him. It surprised him, therefore, that the attack broke through his defenses so easily. The blow struck, but luckily his armor caught most of the damage. It still knocked him back, however, and landed him straight into a tree. It cracked, and birds escaped from it, mere shadows flying off into the night sky.

Wixern rushed forwards, attacking in the pause that occured. He charged forward, sword in one hand and revolver in the other. He leapt, and his sword met steel resistance as Anjio stood up again. Wixern turned and went for a low slash, which Anjio countered with a quick strike, followed by a quick kick. Wixern flew backwards, but not before firing several bullets in mid-flight. Anjio dodged, one bullet striking the wood behind him, and the other striking his left claw.

'Together with me, now!' BSN said to Nathan. She rushed at Anjio, moving in for a quick flurry of stabs and thrusts.

[Armand]

Armand

Glancing at the disguised woman in front of him, Armand nonchalantly flicked a piece of hair from his eyes.

"Yeah? So... It's you again. Can I help you? Another Demonic invasion I need to help stem off?" Armand laughed sarcasticly. "Or perhaps you have something useful to tell me."



Narmina

Ugh, this amount of spellcasting... It's damn well draining me.

Sprinting with her Haste spells active, while simultaneously teleporting, Narmina was coving much distance, in a short amount of time. Wrapping her cloak around her tighter as she sprinted, she felt it's comforting aura, as it was its own way of telling her it was doing its job.

I should be there... Soon...



Raile

"Oouuuuuuuah." Raile exclaimed, his yawn climaxing with a large stretch. "So... Who's the broad, Armand? And aren't we supposed to be heading into the Arena now? Y'know, it's kinda funny how these little delays always pop up at the last second." Raile nonchalantly mentioned, glancing casually towards the newcomer. Stretching and fingering the hilt of his Phantom-Slaying Dagger, Raile leaned back against a wall, while listening to the newcomer's message.

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Armand

Glancing at the disguised woman in front of him, Armand nonchalantly flicked a piece of hair from his eyes.

"Yeah? So... It's you again. Can I help you? Another Demonic invasion I need to help stem off?" Armand laughed sarcasticly. "Or perhaps you have something useful to tell me."

Ruby laughed along with him. "No, don't worry, I'm not here on business. I just wanted to get away from the company for a little bit; though to be honest I never thought Guardians were allowed to participate in Arena games."

Her shoulders relaxed gently. It was good being a normal person for once, instead of always adopting the personality she used when she ran her family corporation. The thought of it made her shudder.

"Anyways," she stopped to readjust a loose bang that fell in front of her face. "I heard from the guy at the counter that you're aiming for the Quartet. That's pretty high-risk."

[XKjalX]

"Sounds fine with me, bastard child."

Kjal gave a grin to himself again, looking towards the mountain. Villains can go get their own smiles. Only good people need one from others. Getting a headstart, Kjal ran towards the entrance of the mines. Once again, Kjal reached it first.

Right...

"I assume you know where we're going in this mountain?" Kjal said to behind him, assuming Omega had caught up silently.

[Ailysa]

"Right into my clenched fist," a Hellspawn antagonized, raising his hands and exhibiting four claws as they extracted from behind his knuckles. He swung his back fist at the intruder's head, claws distinct in their lethal qualities, while keeping his front fist up close to his body to protect himself if need be.

In synchronization, demons leapt swiftly towards the closest intruder, proving it impossible for him to attack the hellspawn without certainty of being hit himself, while the bulky ones on the sides moved in onto the larger figure behind him.

Lurking with half his body behind a stalagmite, a Dark Apostle had meanwhile begun to chant a spell, nescient to the two trespassers.