Post by Bazantar on Oct 20, 2012 23:53:17 GMT -5
((Please consider this a ‘slow thread’. I won’t be able to reply very much for the time being, so if you wish to step in then please remain patient. Originally this was meant to be a saga thread with the associated life and death conditions, but since I’m not around much for now to keep things rolling, let’s just make it a 'regular' thread and assume everyone ends up escaping in the end.
As a side note - Warning: Bazantar cheats.))
Skripka and his token force of demon clansmen broke through the hastily assembled defenders with ease, the seven assembled warriors of Camae village rushing to intercept the the twelve approaching mazoku, trying desperately to buy more time for their people to escape.
The demon's scar-shouldered Leader lazily pushed his hand forward and with a punishing blast obliterated the warrior on the left flank of the defensive line, while to his left one porunkal clansmen could be seen ripping his sword from a fighters torso, in a fluid swinging motion launching off their falling body like a spring-board to slash his blade through the back of a second, too preoccupied with a vicious melee to see the attack coming. The demons had both superior numbers and strength.
Six other clansmen rushed past, hunting down the fleeing namekians with sadistic shouts and taunts. Violet and Azure mixed as the blood of innocents pooled on the grassy plains. ((namekian blood is purple after all))
The bulk of the demons were held back in reserve at Skripka’s orders, continuing along their main path off to the west. This smaller group on the other hand had broken off from the wing and alongside their leader had come to annihilate Camae along their path.
"Can none bring us a challenge!!?” Sprika cried as the last warrior was defeated in a crushing impact which sent him bodily through a nearby rock formation
“Have the great and might warriors of namek fallen on such hard times that they stand as no more than mere stepping stones on our path of sweet vengeance!?" the red-skinned demon had landed on the ground and, squatting down, reefed a fallen namekian up from their writhing at his feet, poking his face in close to their own pain-stricken features.
"You are pathetic, unworthy, we shall delight in the slaughter every last one of your kin, conveying their passing in the most painful ways imaginable" His fingers were digging deeply into the mans cheeks and jaw, his blackened nails going so far as to draw blood. His scalding fury gave way to a wicked smirk, a common transition in attitude for the hot-headed creature.
"...you have only your own Weakness to blame" Skripka sneered, drawing up to stand once more, dragging the painfully stuttering man with him, causing blood to further bubble from the deep wounds torn across his body.
Skripka's features scrunched as he swung his arm in an arc, smashing the namekian savagely into the hard ground, embedding his upper body into the dirt, the man’s form growing still as life at last fled from it's tortured shell. The demonic leader dusted his hands off with a cruel chuckle, but before he could decide on his next cause of action, a large explosion was heard up over the crest of the small town, on the opposite edge of the village.
His eyes were drawn to the sound as he sternly took it in. Some of his other demons had also paused, as a second flash of light and ensuing explosion occurred, this time punctuated by a few shouts. Skripka slowly began to walk forward.
As he paced his way through the town he was greeted by one of his own clansmen, whose energy-burnt corpse was sent flying in his direction as another burst of ki could be felt just up ahead. Skripka did not even seem fazed, batting the corpse aside without a sideways glace and continuing his slow pacing. His expression had grown into a grin and his aura began to slowly glow.
"Finally, a challenger steps forward” He called, cresting the rise at last and beholding who it was that was killing his men, defending the innocents of this village. In total 8 of his own warriors lay scattered in a rough circle around the defender, and as skripka cracked his neck, continuing to make his way towards the fighter, he could sense other would-be heroes who had yet to arrive. The four remaining clansmen held back as their leader came to stand before the valiant protector.
All but unnoticed by both parties, the briefest hints of a light mist was also beginning to encircle the area.
Skripka began clapping slowly, his features dark and twisted
“Bravo, you certainly manage to put up more of a fight than the pathetic excuse for warriors we have faced thus far” His clapping stopped, and he bunched his fists at his side, braced back in a loosely combative stance
“Your one brief window for escape however, has now vanished.” His smile dropped away
“You will pay for killing my men, late defender of Camae, and our cruelty as we move onto the next town shall be amplified ten fold in vengeance for your actions here,‘hero’…” His twisted sneer returned once more as his aura flared from a seeping glow to a flaming luminance
“I must thank you, though, as this is certainly a relief from the disappointing reception we have received until now, I was beginning to grow bored” his arm pumped forward, turning and hulking down ready to fight. His eyes however seemed to be considering his previous statement thoughtfully
“...no, that is a lie, I could never grow bored of their pain and suffering, their twisted bodies shattered by my hand… It is all so... ...gratifying."
He gauged the defender's response, expecting horror, revulsion, anger. These were always a source of amusement and pleasure to the twisted mazoku.
"Don’t die too quickly now, I wouldn’t want you to spoil the moment” the demon concluded, and with this last taunt was ready to begin, his strength brought to bear somewhere around 30,000, maybe a little more, far above the level most namekian warriors could hope to match.
((note: I use ‘Bazantar’s guards’ pl to represent Skripka, and the rough level of -Bas, Kontra, Cello and Viol -who accompany my elder, just cause it’s easier to have at least some number as reference.))
As a side note - Warning: Bazantar cheats.))
Skripka and his token force of demon clansmen broke through the hastily assembled defenders with ease, the seven assembled warriors of Camae village rushing to intercept the the twelve approaching mazoku, trying desperately to buy more time for their people to escape.
The demon's scar-shouldered Leader lazily pushed his hand forward and with a punishing blast obliterated the warrior on the left flank of the defensive line, while to his left one porunkal clansmen could be seen ripping his sword from a fighters torso, in a fluid swinging motion launching off their falling body like a spring-board to slash his blade through the back of a second, too preoccupied with a vicious melee to see the attack coming. The demons had both superior numbers and strength.
Six other clansmen rushed past, hunting down the fleeing namekians with sadistic shouts and taunts. Violet and Azure mixed as the blood of innocents pooled on the grassy plains. ((namekian blood is purple after all))
The bulk of the demons were held back in reserve at Skripka’s orders, continuing along their main path off to the west. This smaller group on the other hand had broken off from the wing and alongside their leader had come to annihilate Camae along their path.
"Can none bring us a challenge!!?” Sprika cried as the last warrior was defeated in a crushing impact which sent him bodily through a nearby rock formation
“Have the great and might warriors of namek fallen on such hard times that they stand as no more than mere stepping stones on our path of sweet vengeance!?" the red-skinned demon had landed on the ground and, squatting down, reefed a fallen namekian up from their writhing at his feet, poking his face in close to their own pain-stricken features.
"You are pathetic, unworthy, we shall delight in the slaughter every last one of your kin, conveying their passing in the most painful ways imaginable" His fingers were digging deeply into the mans cheeks and jaw, his blackened nails going so far as to draw blood. His scalding fury gave way to a wicked smirk, a common transition in attitude for the hot-headed creature.
"...you have only your own Weakness to blame" Skripka sneered, drawing up to stand once more, dragging the painfully stuttering man with him, causing blood to further bubble from the deep wounds torn across his body.
Skripka's features scrunched as he swung his arm in an arc, smashing the namekian savagely into the hard ground, embedding his upper body into the dirt, the man’s form growing still as life at last fled from it's tortured shell. The demonic leader dusted his hands off with a cruel chuckle, but before he could decide on his next cause of action, a large explosion was heard up over the crest of the small town, on the opposite edge of the village.
His eyes were drawn to the sound as he sternly took it in. Some of his other demons had also paused, as a second flash of light and ensuing explosion occurred, this time punctuated by a few shouts. Skripka slowly began to walk forward.
As he paced his way through the town he was greeted by one of his own clansmen, whose energy-burnt corpse was sent flying in his direction as another burst of ki could be felt just up ahead. Skripka did not even seem fazed, batting the corpse aside without a sideways glace and continuing his slow pacing. His expression had grown into a grin and his aura began to slowly glow.
"Finally, a challenger steps forward” He called, cresting the rise at last and beholding who it was that was killing his men, defending the innocents of this village. In total 8 of his own warriors lay scattered in a rough circle around the defender, and as skripka cracked his neck, continuing to make his way towards the fighter, he could sense other would-be heroes who had yet to arrive. The four remaining clansmen held back as their leader came to stand before the valiant protector.
All but unnoticed by both parties, the briefest hints of a light mist was also beginning to encircle the area.
Skripka began clapping slowly, his features dark and twisted
“Bravo, you certainly manage to put up more of a fight than the pathetic excuse for warriors we have faced thus far” His clapping stopped, and he bunched his fists at his side, braced back in a loosely combative stance
“Your one brief window for escape however, has now vanished.” His smile dropped away
“You will pay for killing my men, late defender of Camae, and our cruelty as we move onto the next town shall be amplified ten fold in vengeance for your actions here,‘hero’…” His twisted sneer returned once more as his aura flared from a seeping glow to a flaming luminance
“I must thank you, though, as this is certainly a relief from the disappointing reception we have received until now, I was beginning to grow bored” his arm pumped forward, turning and hulking down ready to fight. His eyes however seemed to be considering his previous statement thoughtfully
“...no, that is a lie, I could never grow bored of their pain and suffering, their twisted bodies shattered by my hand… It is all so... ...gratifying."
He gauged the defender's response, expecting horror, revulsion, anger. These were always a source of amusement and pleasure to the twisted mazoku.
"Don’t die too quickly now, I wouldn’t want you to spoil the moment” the demon concluded, and with this last taunt was ready to begin, his strength brought to bear somewhere around 30,000, maybe a little more, far above the level most namekian warriors could hope to match.
((note: I use ‘Bazantar’s guards’ pl to represent Skripka, and the rough level of -Bas, Kontra, Cello and Viol -who accompany my elder, just cause it’s easier to have at least some number as reference.))
