GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[XKjalX]

Kjal carefully moved his head sideways. A claw scratched his right ear, while he dropped the Avenger. The claw had almost pulled his beloved earring off, because if it did, the demon would've known some sort of death that forces you to die twice.

"Ow. You know, that hardly hurt, but out of habit, it's quite a human trait to exhibit their pain through language and emotions." Kjal said. The other demon paused at the sudden statement.

Feeling the words of power, Kjal managed to ascertain from where they came from. Using the moment of complicated distraction, Kjal managed to put his hand into the sling bag, and crushed something.

In a slow flash of purple, the demon tried to attack the dehuman once more, but met only thin air.


...


Kjal listened to the winds.

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"Tch. What a pain."

Epsilon twisted around, listening to the faint scratching noises being made as his armor repelled the demonic limbs and forced his attackers back. He caught a demon by the throat as it lunged at him, arms flailing, and tossed it back into the masses, watching it disappear into a tide of its brethren. The machine stopped his movements and began to chant.

"I hate using incantations," he muttered coldly before beginning.


"The winds of Primus are everchanging; but the fires of Vanus are not..." Several of the demons realized what was happening and leapt at him, claws outstretched, in a last-ditch desperation. A thin wisp of magic began to form at Epsilon's feet as he continued, and Lunatic Brave began to pulse like a beating heart in reponse. "...Come, and see the crimson rain. By order of Vanus, Fit caedes omnibus locis."

Several demons at the front screamed and reeled back as a shimmering sphere began to expand around the machine. Demons who came in contact suddenly found themselves disintegrating, their figures dissolving grain by grain like fine sand in the wind. They began to retreat further back, pushing into one another. Epsilon laughed madly before leaping into the crowd, bringing the sphere crashing into the horde of demons below.


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Fit Caedes Omnibus Locis- "Let there be slaughter everywhere."

[Armand]

Armand

"High risk? How so? It's only a simulation, heheh." Armand laughed, noticing her expression. "And yes, while other Guardian's frown upon it, from the way I see it, I can't steal or kill for what I need. I might as well use a non-violent method to obtain the currency I need to operate on Earth. In High Heaven on the otherhand, if I needed a weapon, I'd simply ask Revered Superion to forge me a new weapon."

"I'm sorry we must cut this short for now, but perhaps you would like to join me after our next match. We can discuss whatever it is you'd like to talk about then." With his final statement, Armand grabbed the other three combatant's attention and decisively trooped out onto the Arena floor, admist a sea of cheers and waving fans.

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Narmina is about a 3 minute distance from the city Armand and the rest are in ATM, and Raile is obviously with Armand.

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She smiled nervously and ran up beside Armand onto the arena floor. "Umm... To tell you the truth, I've never actually been in an arena fight before. So I'm not sure what the rules or anything are."

[XKjalX]

Kjalhasson

It was a while. Probably enough for Epsilon to realise that he's not there and decimated the group.

Pulling out a kodachi, Kjal flung it downwards. Sticking into a rather soft part of the ground, it stood upright.

...

Kjal dropped from the sky, landing foot first on the kodachi hilt. The blade sunk even deeper into the dirt. Kjal jumped down, and pulled it back out with a bit of effort. As a bit of show-off and entertainment, Kjal flipped the kodachi into the air and let it slide into it's sheath in an almost flawless manner.

Feeling something, Kjal asked what he thought to the machine.

"Did you get the mage?"

...Kjal was quite hoping he did.

[XKjalX]

Ted "Montage" Darthy

As James was seemingly buried in thought for the next match, Montage got tired of waiting...

Without realising it, it was already night. Montage was taken by surprised as to how fast time flowed, and that Kjal had taken forever to return. Deciding that he was feeling cramped in the always-full arena, he went out of the sliding doors. The entrance guards, as vigilant as drunk coppers, gave a glance to the kid, as they did to other people. This was done, just to make them seem as if they were doing their jobs.

Into the night, Montage walked on, walking under oil-lamps, across full bars and between drunk people...

"...We sang 'Ay oh ay oh ay oh eh',
and the voices rang like the angels sang!
And singin' 'Ay oh ay oh ay oh eh'
And we danced on into the night!"

...until he bumped into a couple of drunks. The drunks were bigger, and certainly bulkier, pushing Montage away from their drunken path. Montage spiralled into an alley. By the time he stopped, he felt dizzy. Walking even deeper into the alley without realising it, a rustling sound that caught Montage's ears snapped his dizzyness away.

With only moonlight above him and unlit, barred windows in the alley, Montage felt scared. Whispering an invisibility spell, Montage prepared to trigger it as soon as someone appears...

...

His vison twitched. It was the same effect if your eyeballs were rubber, and twisted the rubber around in an instant. Feeling more scared, Montage backed away from the other end of the alley faster.

...

"Who's there!?"

His vision twisted even more. As the dark alley warped around him, Montage panicked, thinking it was a hostile spellcaster, he dismissed his invisibility spell and tried to conjure up an iceball...

Finally, his vision settled back into normal.

CRACK

It wasn't a crack from the walls, or stone, or anything that was actual matter. The sound came from around him, as if reality had just cracked.

Below his feet, a blue fissure erupted, enlarged into a hole and swallowed him, all in an instant. A blue light emitted into the air for a split second, but in the night, another shade of blue was barely visible. No one paid attention to it, neverthelesss, even saw it.

The light travelled into the sky, where only flying eagles saw it ...

...and a blackbird called Blackhawk.





...





Somewhere in High Heaven, a black portal with brown borders crackled into existance, and spat out a body, into the soft, embracing clouds...

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^What in sweet baby Jesus' name is going on here, I wonder.

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"Did you get the mage?"

"Mage who?" The machine responded.

[XKjalX]

"There was a demon mage, nearby--"

Kjal turned towards the cave.

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Okay, this is up to Controls, or Dan. Controls or Dan can say the blast caught the mage, or Dan can say the blast missed it, and it had finished chanting the spell, whatever it had chanted.

[terence775]

As Armand walked up to his rag-tag group of companions, Artrix said,

"Were my eyes deceiving me, or is that Miss Maxwell?"

[kumorilastangel]

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

Nathan nodded only hearing BSN's voice, he had entered a state of complete Zen and was at peace even in the chaos of battle. He lashed out in unison with BSN as if reading her thoughts somehow mimicking her. It was a practiced skill that took years to master, to clear ones mind of all thought in battle, its what gave Nathan his "powers", skills and abilities. He just let go and let his sword become an extension of his soul…
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Sorry I didn't post for awhile Wix, I completely missed ur post a page back. O_o..

[Ailysa]

The magic of the Machine wore off, leaving many demons comparable to ashes coating the earth at the foot of the mine's entrance. While the majority remained, some were missing a limb or two and others had been scarred to attack their foe with missing features on their visage.

The Dark Apostle waved his staff in the air, a faint green light tracing his movements and he quickly ducked his head back behind the stalagmite. He took a few steps away from it, as a precaution from any flying debris - not that it should occur, since demons stood between him around the mouth of the caves and skeletons had now been summoned from behind the intruders.

Before the skeletons had time to realize where they were or what they were doing there, a group of Skeleton Generals charged forward with a blade the length of their body trailing behind in their left hand.

[XKjalX]

Swinging around after seeing the a reflection of faint green light on the cave walls and the rattle of dry bones, Kjal turned around, and gave the nearest skeleton a roundhouse kick to the head, followed by another roundhouse, which barely missed a charging sword.

Regaining his balance, or rather, losing his balance purposely, he crouched down as he rolled, one hand unsheathing a silver kodachi. Kjal launched himself towards the stalagmite from which he saw the glow was emitter from.

The kodachi pierced the stalagmite...

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To be continued!

By Dan!

On a cliff!

And is hanging!

And now!

For something completely different.

*DUN DUNN DUNNNN*

*Naked Molerat on as stage*

[Wixern]

Anjio tried defending as he saw the two warriors rush at him. In a synchronized display of swordsmanship they attacked, and Anjio soon found his defenses severely lacking. Several attacks hit him, unknowing whose sword caused it. He dashed backwards, and looked around as he saw the two pulling their guns to shoot.

This was not going as planned. It was supposed to be Wixern, perhaps BSN. Maybe even a weak guard or soldier, but that should've been it. He wasn't expecting three fighters, and it showed. The pain didn't bother him now, but it was ominent nonetheless, and he would have to prevent more wounds. He would have to lose them, and get one on one with Wixern. He looked at the scenery, the trees, the guardpost, the camp.
The Guardpost. That's it.

Anjio raised his left arm, and a chain extended. BSN shot, and the bullet zoomed through the air, leaving a trail of distorted air behind it as it reached a target and stopped. The tree was now adorned with a bullet hole, and Anjio was rising upwards quickly, pulling himself upwards. Once he was up in the tree itself, he jumped off, and latched his chain on to the guardhouse.

Wixern saw it happening, and reacted. He ran towards the guardhouse, where Anjio was now climbing into. He was just in time to reach the door when Anjio burst through, shattering the wood with a single blow. Wixern shot twice, but the close range made aiming harder, and the two shots went past their target. Anjio ran, ducking into the nearest tent.

'Quick, after him!' BSN said, realizing now what Anjio was trying to do. 'He's going after the survivors! Nathan, protect them and I'll take the hospital tent. Wixern will chase him, no matter where he goes.'

Anjio stood in the tent, surveying the people who looked at him. There was a woman and two children. They stood in shock, the woman clutching the two kids close to herself.
'Are you the woman of the guard?' Anjio asked impatiently, listening to footsteps outside.
'Y-Yes. What are you?' The woman asked.
'I made a promise to him. And I'm here to fulfill it.'
Anjio raised his right arm, and shot at the first child. The woman shoved him aside, but took the full shot and fell dead to the floor. The two children now ran in panick, but the tent had only one exit.

Having heard a shot, Wixern ran into the tent. He was just in time to see Anjio tear through the canvas and run off. On the floor were pieces of the children, scattered around the woman's corpse. Stirring deep inside his soul, Wixern's sense of justice and righteousness triggered hatred, and shoved aside all irrelevant emotions.
'You heartless beast...' Wixern whispered, before running out of the tent after Anjio.

[Armand]

After a hard-fought battle against the Quartet, the Adventurer's emerged victorious once again, amongst cheers, jeers, and many calls of adoration. Finding the usual clerk at the Arena shop, each player collected their final winnings of the day; 10000 bounty. Instead of a weapon for his Arena winning prize, Armand decided on mixing and matching from a clothing catalog. Settling on the "Gun Priest" set, he made a minor substitution of changing the G.Priest hat for the Gunner's Heaven Hat. "Hrm, this should do me quite well." Armand said, turning to the clerk and motioning to the order list he had made.

"Oh yes, one second sir, I believe we have this in stock at the moment." Reaching under the counter, she began to rummage through the set boxes. "Here you go, the finest clothes made in all the land." She said. Whispering to him as he went to grab the clothing, she quietly muttered into his ear; "And watch it, I think they're enchanted somehow. I heard the Gun Priest set supposedly has a slight magical resistance to it, from when it was made by Ryswick's tailors awhile ago." Taking her warning as a serious piece of information, Armand turned to the rest of the group to see what was going on.

Milling around and congratulating each other on a 4-2 win over Quartet, the three members of the team, plus Miss Maxwell, decided it was time to relax for the night before attempting to go any furthur within this Arena's ranking.

Leaving the Arena after taking their items that they had chosen, the group quickly made it to the hotel that was already reserved and payed for them. Turning to Ruby, Armand gave her a curt nod. "So, is there anything you'd wish to talk to me about before I take my leave of rest? It is getting late afterall."

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"No, don't worry. I'm just here for a little R&R, so--" A ringing noise interrupted the Maxwell president. She tapped the microbead in her ear and it responded with a small beep. "Sorry", she apologized. "This is my emergency contact. I have to take this. Good night, Sir Armand." She bowed curtly before disappearing around the corner.

A moment later her head reappeared. "The Arena was really fun. I'd like to try it again someday," she spoke. With that, Ruby Maxwell excused herself and took her leave.


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The skeletons began piling over Epsilon, battering at him with swords whose edges had dulled over time. Nontheless, the machine was very aware of the damage they were inflicting. Inside, circuits and machinery were stopping and starting abruptly from the weight of the impact. Epsilon hissed and batted one of them away with the Zankantou's hilt, feeling the pressure of the metal as it cracked bone.

With the hilt still raised, Epsilon swung his arm down in an arc, driving the blade of the Zankantou up and through the center of the skeleton directly behind him. Ducking to avoid a horizontal swing, the machine retaliated with a slash of his own, severing the torso of one of the skeleton Generals, but not before one of them struck him in the face with a bony fist.

He noticed that the Generals' style of fighting were clumsy, but very similiar to his own. Though not as refined as his own Zankantou, the colossal blades carried by the Generals were just as dangerous. He could see, past the skeletons, that the demon had his sword lodged in the stalagmite.


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Mr. Darthy swept open the tent flap. "Hey, Colt, get up." Omega stood up immediately as Mr. Darthy continued. "The demon's started attacking the refugees. We're going to airlift them until the situation can be dealt with, but right now I need you to help me get them on-board."

Omega nodded in agreement. "Alright. Just lead the way."