11-08-2008, 01:55 AM
With so many attacks directed at his legs, Vargas was soon out of energy to stand up, "Grrr... gk!" he grunted, kneeling down, and in his pain, letting loose of his tremendous squishy grip on Brandon. "Y-you! YOU!" he slammed growled, taking the chance there were so many of them around him. "You are like little flies swarming over a big animal!" He roared, "Bothersome, pesky! AND YOU ALL DESERVE TO BE SQUISHED AS THE INSECTS YOU ARE!" the demon prepared for an arm spin, he was sure it would tear each and all of their bodies apart, and since they were so close to him, there would be no escape! "Gggrur!" he grunted, unable to perform said action as he looked at the arm with Brandon's dagger and Dark's arrows piercing his flesh. "I-inconceivable!" he yelled out, the pain had begun surging now that his adrenaline pump had stopped for the moment, it was numbing one of his arms!
Hugen snorted, grunting like a sturdy bull as Ray feigned him (OOC: OLE!), "You little mortal dare make a mockery of me?!" (<- Devil May Cry reference) He roared out loud, but this time, he didn't charge relentlessly, rather, he opened his big maw with a menacing roar. Some circles began appearing at each corner of his open mouth, all of them turning into little spheres of gold and merging together in the center, "Roasted humans taste better, anyway!" he laughed, suddenly launching the concentration of energy into what seemed to be a cylinder of sheer consensed power.
Etimov shook his head, his legs wouldn't budge, and the bird would not phaze his attention. Vocatio's dagger would stop eventually, but not because of its owner's will, but because the flesh behind Etimov's legs would start reacting oddly, pulling at the dagger as it eventually would get 'absorbed' within the cut flesh, only the handle sticking out. "Human, you are no match for me. I give thee a chance to survive by acting as a group against my brothers... yet you spit it down arrogantly? I have to admit I expected more." He said, not budging his arms or legs as his attention never diverted from the battlefield above. His tail, however, snaked its way around Vocatio, its triangular tip suddenly edging at the fast boy's face, a red, thin line appearing over his face.
OOC: Oh, by the way. Like I said to Ray, do not fear death. Your soul will be able to play. Although if you die, you lose your god, so it's advisable to watch it!
Hugen snorted, grunting like a sturdy bull as Ray feigned him (OOC: OLE!), "You little mortal dare make a mockery of me?!" (<- Devil May Cry reference) He roared out loud, but this time, he didn't charge relentlessly, rather, he opened his big maw with a menacing roar. Some circles began appearing at each corner of his open mouth, all of them turning into little spheres of gold and merging together in the center, "Roasted humans taste better, anyway!" he laughed, suddenly launching the concentration of energy into what seemed to be a cylinder of sheer consensed power.
Etimov shook his head, his legs wouldn't budge, and the bird would not phaze his attention. Vocatio's dagger would stop eventually, but not because of its owner's will, but because the flesh behind Etimov's legs would start reacting oddly, pulling at the dagger as it eventually would get 'absorbed' within the cut flesh, only the handle sticking out. "Human, you are no match for me. I give thee a chance to survive by acting as a group against my brothers... yet you spit it down arrogantly? I have to admit I expected more." He said, not budging his arms or legs as his attention never diverted from the battlefield above. His tail, however, snaked its way around Vocatio, its triangular tip suddenly edging at the fast boy's face, a red, thin line appearing over his face.
OOC: Oh, by the way. Like I said to Ray, do not fear death. Your soul will be able to play. Although if you die, you lose your god, so it's advisable to watch it!
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