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Post by InZanety on Sept 4, 2012 16:19:20 GMT -5
Without even damaging the wall, Zis passed through with a jump to the side, to the back of the building. He then passed through the bordering walls of Razortooth and with much stealth and speed, climbed a tree and started hopping from branch to branch. Once he found a good spot on another one of the trees just outside Razortooth, he looked down on the men scurrying to the building he was just in... on the complete opposite side of the encampment.
It was then that a small Zix appeared, popping out of Zis' shoulder. As the living black blood took shape, it whispered to Zis.
"We need to find our victim soon. Move your ass before I decide to kick it myself." It said this while punching its tiny little fists into the back of Zis' head.
Zis got a bit agitated at this...
"Keep it down. I plan on finding dinner, but I need to remain hidden..."
Zis saw one of the assasins gearing up at a nearby cargo box.. he also seemed to be having trouble getting himself into motion. Must be a rookie...
Not too much skill there, but it's better than going hungry. Zis thought.
Zix noticed the rookie assasin too, and quickly retracted inside Zis' body, as he jumped down to ground level. Landing right behind the rookie, he started to speak to him as though he were a higher ranked assasin in this organization.
"Get it into gear! We got enemies on the premises!"
Then, as the rookie turned around, Zis reached out and tore out the rookies juggular by sticking a finger into his neck and pulling. This way, he can get more of a meal out of even the lessers as they slowly die...
Zis stood over the rookie, absorbing a peculiar substance known as Necrosis.. a deathly energy given off by all dead or dieing living beings. The same thing that the Death Dragon, Galvonox, does in order to survive.
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Post by The Silent Fourteen on Sept 4, 2012 19:00:23 GMT -5
(OOC: Substantially better. Thank you!)
Jericho donned some body armor and grabbed his enchanted handgun. The bullets pulsed with darkness magic as he loaded a fresh magazine. "We are definitely dealing with something magical here. Stay frosty."
Where is Sturm when you need him... he thought as he approached the door alone. A dozen assassins, all equipped with darkness enchanted pistols, crept in to the house. He scanned the area with his desert sense, but something seemed wrong; the house was empty.
"Target is loose, target is loose!" Lighter said into his microphone with a panicked voice. "How the fuck did he get out?" Lighter heard a scream from the other side of the town. "Shit. MOVE!" The army mobilized and started running.
"Radio, Spectre 146 to Reaper," The radio buzzed in Lighter's ear, "I've eyes on the target. I think he's feeding on one of our Ghosts. Permission to fire?"
"Negative. Keep eyes on the target. ID if possible." Jericho sprinted to the other side of Razortooth and watched the monster magically absorbing the blood from the novice's neck from above. "What the fuck..." He pressed a few buttons on his PEHD and launched an electrical attack at the vampire-like thing. He then fired five shots at the creature from his magic pistol.
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Post by InZanety on Sept 4, 2012 22:09:49 GMT -5
(Edited.)
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Darkrider
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Post by Darkrider on Sept 5, 2012 0:26:58 GMT -5
Kent sighed angrily, knowing it was unwise to dedicate a gross amount of forces for one man. Chances are that if the man merited such massive response, he probably had a counter to it. From what he deducted, his enemy displayed a sense of intangibility, allowing himself to slip through matter with ease. This did not go as far as to say, however, that he could be affected by energy and waves. Such were his specialty.
Thinking quickly, he shot his hand to the earpeice on his helmet. "Darkrider to all forces, spread out and keep each other's asses covered. If you have energy weapons, now would be the time to get them out. Keep a watch for close-quarters killing, and open fire the moment you see him."
He himself decided it would be best not to be seen, and activated his cloaking camoflauge, moving to higher ground to provide overwatch. With his laser rifle loaded and primed, he hoped to provide a quick end to the threat in Razortooth. Elimination was not the goal, merely driving the being off would do, at least for a long enough time to provide customized gadgetry in the event of a repeat showing.
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Post by InZanety on Sept 5, 2012 0:55:06 GMT -5
Zis saw the other assasin, poised to fire his weapons.
Zix, just is the knick of time, came out as a larger version of himself from Zis' shoulder, and used his large muscular arm to block the bullets. Then Zix took Zis' customized pistol and fired a few shots at the electrical blast and at the enemy.
"Your welcome! Next time you do that, make sure noone is looking.. idiot." The humanoid wad of black blood said, with a comical yet serious tone to its voice. "Time to book it kid, we got the grub we needed for the day."
When Zis was done, he darted for the corner of the giant logwall that was being used for a fence, and slipped right through.
==Somewhere in the Forest==
"Perhaps I should stick with small towns... that was a bit close. Fun, but close..." Zis stated, talking to his ebony companian, who is now his normal pint sized self resting on Zis' shoulder.
"Pfft... Jerk." Zix said.
"Not my fault we have to live this way... I'm tired of running."
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Post by The Silent Fourteen on Sept 5, 2012 1:47:36 GMT -5
Lighter winced in pain as one of the bullets made contact with his body armor. The bullet, while failing to break skin, broke several ribs. "Well. Not like getting shot is a new thing." He muttered, thinking back to his brawl with a group of well armed Stamarians. "Vulcan, get a few teams following him. I want his head on a platter. As for the rest of you, we are on high alert. Shit like this CANNOT go down unpunished."
Lighter turned around to see a skinny, battle-scared man towering over him. "Punishing somebody, Mr. Reaper? I can help with that... for a price." Jericho felt the man's cold breath on his cheeks."
"Name it."
"Your job." The words hurt more than the gunshot. "For the price of your job, I will slay the big bad beast."
Lighter thought for a moment and dropped his head. "Alright. The Order of the Silver Star is yours." He reached into his pocket and handed Sturm his silver coin. The Iceman smiled a thin smile and took the silver.
"Alright, Phantom. Get, before I hurt you. Also, give me your radio." He placed the bud in his ear. "Who am I speaking to? Vulcan? I'm in command now- I want you to cut off the target. If he tries to leave the forest, kill him."
Sturm spun the ring on his left hand and loped off into the forest. The Death's eyes illuminated the life in the forest, but the unknown creature had a distinct shape. "I think we should... cool off a bit." Snow began to fall, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until it became a full out blizzard. Sturm drew his katana and summoned a frost bolt.
A voice echoed through the woods. Talking to one's self shows insanity... or greater numbers than we thought. He watched as the heavy snow piled up on the ground beneath the trees, and visibility dropped to about five feet. The skull ring made the target clear, as a purple haze through the snow. The iceman hurled his frost bolt at the target and hid behind a tree.
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Post by Darkrider on Sept 5, 2012 1:57:06 GMT -5
Kent made a grimace and bared his teeth behind his helmet. His boss had just turned from insanity to an ice cube. In his opinion, such a kindred spirit, he could do without. The world felt cold enough to him as it was without him adding to it, or any other, for that matter. His outward tone, however, remained professional.
"Solid copy Sturm. We'll need some incendiary ordinance dropped in a wide perimeter around Razortooth. Tell any air support teams to scramble, over. I'll assemble a team to hunt through the kill zone after that."
With a simple gesture of his hand, after hopping down from his position and deactivating his cloak, organized a few energy weapon-wielders to follow him into the forest, as the skies grew cold and thin projections of death and destruction thundered forth.
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Post by InZanety on Sept 5, 2012 14:09:55 GMT -5
As Zis walked on, the forest started to become frozen.
"Well, you don't see that everyday." Zix said. "All of a sudden this forest turned into a giant freezer."
"Yea, this isn't natural. Something's up..." Zis replied, as he developed a steamy breathe against the cold air. He looked back, only to find a speeding ice bolt heading their way.
He whirled around and braced for impact by crossing his arms to cover his face, with not enough time to counter... The icy bolt hit, freezing both Zis and the miniature Zix into a frozen statue of ice.
Gotta think fast... I can't die. Not like this... OH, duh!
Zis became a shade once again, slipping through the walls of his frozen prison and darting off even further into the forest. This left the frozen statue as the perfect decoy.
"That... hurt..."
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Post by The Silent Fourteen on Sept 24, 2012 1:14:21 GMT -5
Sturm drew his massive handgun and fired off a volley of shots. The lead slugs shattered the ice.
"You can run, but you can't hide. I can end the pain. Just come here... Let the cold surround you... let the ice embrace you... let it become warmth against your skin and sleep as the good iceman takes you home to rest." Sturm's voice echoed through the blizzard. He holstered his pistol and drew his Katana.
"Come now, I can see you. I'm not that mean assassin who tried to kill you. I am his boss, now. Come to me and I'll feed him to you on a silver platter." He smiled his cold, disturbing smile and pulled his leather hat down over his all white eyes.
Snow continued to fall.
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Post by Darkrider on Sept 24, 2012 20:24:32 GMT -5
Kent gave a shudder, inwardly. Sturm felt colder, on a variety of levels, than the deepest pit of hell. A true master of treachery...how fitting.
The outer circles, for their part, soon lit themselves ablaze in a horrific display of dangerous light and heat. Truly, the conflict unfolding here reflected the unholy. Ruthless hunters continued their search, finding a frozen imitation of their target among the kill zone in-between. Morgan, while ordering the shatter of the figure, still felt unconvinced that the target was killed so easily. He ordered his men with another wave of his hand to keep searching.
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Post by InZanety on Oct 1, 2012 10:53:02 GMT -5
Zis quickened his pace. There is no way he can win a fight against Mr. Popsicle, at least not at the moment. Unless...
"I guess signing the "contract" really did have its perks." Zis said out loud.
"You mean we're finally doing it? OH HELL YEAH! Let's slaughter us some pigs!" Exclaimed the miniature Zix, punching the air as though he was knocking someone out.
Zis stopped running and turned in Sturm's direction. Here it goes...
"Amun Un Rama"
Then the clouds parted above Zis, revealing a crimson blood red gateway in the shape of the clouds surrounding it. A black and red lightning strike drived its way down and hit Zis. Right when it made contact, a crimson aura swallowed Zis and expanded rapidly, covering most of the jungle and even Razortooth, able to be seen by everyone hunting for him. It then dissapated, and floating above a crater, was none other than Skaith, the Crimson Shade.
He had all the same features as Zis, except he was a blood-red color. With the occasional red and black lightning traveling about his outer body and the psychotic look to his face, he was not one to be messed with.
Let the bloodshed begin...
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