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[Graded]Train Station Rumble
Topic Started: Jun 16 2014, 02:06 PM (820 Views)
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Xaion lifted his free arm to guard against the heat and light of the explosion, his eyes wincing at the sight. Once it was finished, he stared at Kurui with eyes wide and unnerved. He just did that... without knowing who those people were. He thought to himself, his face calm but his eyes betraying his state of mind. He was no longer sure about this team of his, but wouldn't have much time to think about it as the explosion caused the train to come grinding to a halt - half in and half out of Oshibana station.

He managed to compose his voice to betray none of his mental chaos as he spoke, "Let's see how things are in the station, then." before moving down the train opposite the direction that had been fired in. He saw civilians fleeing further down towards the station, and followed them at his own pace with the unconscious Prismatic Tiger wizard on his shoulder.

This man may kill me at any time. Xaion thought, mentally trying to come to grips with what had just happened. Is the only reason he hasn't because of the bandits...? he wondered. How much sour luck would follow him because of this dark guild? They had attacked him in Onibas, and now in Oshibana they brought him into contact with this Kurui person.

He was beginning to dislike the Prismatic Tigers.

Once Xaion made it to a train car that was inside the station he paused to look out the window - and gritted his teeth at what he saw. The Prismatic Tigers had people waiting in the station apparently. People who were now fighting with Station security for control of the train. They were like attack dogs, refusing to release their prey once bitten. He could only hope that meant they were too busy outside the train to come back in and fight with him - but he did notice that they seemed to be fighting station security with magic as well.

He noticed the familiar spells Prismatic Spray and Prismatic Explosion being cast - the former simply changing the color of objects and the latter causing any affected by the first spell to explode. Xaion moved over to the exit of the car he was in and set the unconscious mage down. The car was at the platform, but none of the doors appeared to be opening.

Placing his hands together, he focused his magic energy once again. "Iron Alchemy: Tool." Xaion pulled his hands apart, and between them materialized a crowbar, conjured from his magic energy. He placed the end of it between the closed doors and pushed, prying the doors open easily enough. Holding the tool in his left hand, he leaned out the now open door and glanced down the train. Nobody was getting off the train yet and he was right in that the other doors hadn't opened.

Xaion grabbed the unconscious Prismatic Tiger and shouldered him again, stepping out of the train and onto the platform. "Let's go see what we can see..."
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The half-demon spared nothing, and left nothing up to the whims of fate and the possibility of chance - his life had not been kind enough for him to allow himself to blindly follow along with a set life filled to the brim with mindless ideals and an idealistic mindset. His life had not been a happy one, nor had it been a particularly enjoyable one, cruel and bittersweet as this country, this land, this world was with it's residents. Kurui's life had not started out on a noticeably happy note, nor was he ever foolish enough to assume that his life would experience a significant turn. That said, he did not dislike this life - it was his only one, after all. And from his love of this life came caution, caution and precaution that was rarely required for most others. Including checking bodies.

Having strode over briskly to the remnants of the train carriage - now scorched with fire and damaged from by force, the halfman took no liberty with checking for a pulse, simply taking out an arrow and jabbing downwards forcefully towards the heart instead, piercing through the sternum with ease. It was hardly a secret to Kurui that his explosive arrows, while entertaining and easy to use, lacked pure killing power, which resulted in the need to follow-up on their usage.

"Sure." Grinned Kurui in response to the suggestion that Xaion gave. It seemed that the boy had finally came to a concrete conclusion regarding Kurui's own alliances and responsibilities - that being approximately little for the latter, and a vague mixture of many sides for the former. It wasn't hard to figure out how Kurui was approximately insane.

Insane, and bloodthirsty.

Keeping his words to himself and letting his actions speak his words out loud in one of the most noticeably ways possible, Kurui nocked an arrow and raised his bow, drawing the bowstring back so that the fletching of the bolt tickled his cheek.
He aimed.
Inhaled, holding his breath.
And he loosed the arrow, flinging the projectile at the closest bandit-mage assailant - with the bandits locked in combat with the station security as they were, there were plenty of targets to pick from.

And, be it luck, pure skill, or a mixture of both factors, the arrow flew straight and true, piercing through the throat of the targeted man, dropping the bandit with a satisfyingly choked gurgle of blood as the man died, falling to the ground with an expression that was part surprise, part disbelief, and part pain.

It had been an unexpected attack, after all. And rarely was anyone sane enough to fire off arrows in a packed, chaotic train station without fearing the possibility of harming an ally.

If only Kurui had that care in his life.

Grinning at the clean hit he pulled off, Kurui nocked a second arrow, aimed and fired.

Corpses would soon litter the ground, and the stench of blood would eventually permeate the walls.
He looked forward to that future.
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Xaion was no good at range. He looked around the platform as Kurui began firing his bow, and located a bundle of sturdy material that could be used as a rope. Carrying their hostage over to it, he tied the unconscious mage up with it before heading down the platform towards the stairs. Crowbar in his left hand and hammer in his right, Xaion descended the stairs at speed.

He didn't have time to think about his ally firing arrows from above, merely rushed into the fray as bodies dropped. He could tell the difference between the bandits and the station security easy enough, and he looked very different to the rest of them. So, he began to lay about with crowbar and hammer.

Xaion's first encounter was with a pair of bandits ganging up on a station security guard. He knocked a leg out from underneath one of the bandits with his crowbar, sending it then into the gut of the second bandit as the first hit the ground. He flung the crowbar back, striking the fallen bandit in the face before it dissipated with the end of his spell.

Xaion then brought his hammer up and around, cracking the remaining opponent in the face hard and sending him down. He moved to check on the security guard to make sure he wasn't injured before continuing - they still had quite a few bandits to clear from the station, after all.
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The hanyou grunted in dissatisfaction as his latest arrow flew wide, sinking deep into the upper arm of a bandit mage in contrast to the head, heart, or neck. Insane as he was, and bloodthirsty he may perpetually be, the Hanyou knew fully well that he had a severely limited number of arrows to use, with sixteen regular arrows and sixteen explosive arrows. Having already used up a single explosive arrow, and a small number of regular ones, the half-demon forced himself to slow down his rhythm, matching his ventilation rate to his arms, exhaling deeply immediately prior to loosing an arrow, forcing his body to comply with the bow, instead of the other way around.

As a result, the consumption rate of arrows decreased, and his accuracy increased in general. But the combat was, as combat usually was, chaotic, erratic, and very - a triumvirate of factors that proved to affect his aim negatively at a constant rate. It wasn't that Kurui wasn't hitting his targets - they were too large to miss, and too close - but it was the fact that Kurui was spending too long on a single one, that slowly started to boil within him, the bubbles of impatience and frustration overflowing from the merely conceptual pot of patience.

Snarling, the halfman discarded his bow, depositing the arrows down on the ground with a few quick shrugs, and launched himself into the fray, picking up a knife from the ground as he went, and sinking the blade deep into the nearest bandit possible, albeit one that was already being suppressed. Turning around on the heel of his left foot, his tails once again applying the force to allow the rotational motion, the demi-demon threw the knife with a flick of his wrist, sending the iron blade into a thigh, before conjuring a fox-like construct of fire and sending it slamming into the face of that same man.
With a roar, he launched himself at that man, crippled as he was, and went for the throat, fangs at the ready.
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Xaion had lost sight of Kurui, but that was fine - this melee needed to be brought under control and soon. He focused down, targeting his next pair of bandits and moving in. The young blacksmith used the distraction of the battle to his advantage - coming up behind the bandits instead of facing them head on.

He slammed his hammer as if he were hammering metal on his anvil, striking down one bandit and then the second on the backswing, sending them scattering to both directions and receiving grateful glances from the station security. How could any dark guild have organized an attack this big? And how many of these bandits were actually members of the guild?

Regardless, the bandits were being beaten back now. Some of them began to flee out the doors, but there were still more fighting than there were running. Xaion progressed further into the melee. When he reached the next set of bandits and guards, the bandits had just finished defeating their opponents and turned on Xaion.

The young blacksmith's hammer whipped back and forth, knocking weapons from the hands of the bandits with powerful strikes, leaving them unarmed. One of them lunged in - grappling with the young mage and hampering his ability to swing the hammer, while the other retrieved their weapons.

Xaion stomped on the foot of the man holding him, loosening his grip and allowing Xaion to grab him in return and flip the man over his shoulder. Planting a foot on the now prone enemy, the young blacksmith double handed his hammer in response to the second attacker, swinging in and disarming the bandit again, following it up with an upward swing that sent the opponent off his feet and into unconsciousness.

Spinning back around, Xaion shifted the hammer to his left hand and punched down hard with his right to knock the first bandit out cold. Standing up, he looked for his next target.
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The hanyou sidestepped to the left, ducking down, his body tracing a diagonal arc before curving back in a crescent, dodging the right haymaker launched by the bandit-mage who stood in front of him, a colorful array of bruises and discoloring already blossoming across his body, courtesy of the half-demon with his powerful strikes, despite being almost unarmed, and the sheer quantity of the strikes that the demi-demon had thrown. Just from a cursory glance and a hasty analysis, it was easy to discern which party had the upper-hand in the one-on-one Vale Tudo-esque duel that had somehow burst, quite spontaneously, into existence amidst the chaotic brawl spreading across the Oshibana Station akin to a wildfire - one that was, admittedly, being contained. Gradually.

There was the bandit-mage, who was breathing heavily, his roughly-shaven features complemented by a black eye, a bruise cheek, a bleeding air, and a split lip, with the rest of his body in a similarly sad state.
And there was the half-demon, with nary but a red mark on his left forearm, a bruise on his right upper arm, and a collection of bleeding knuckles.

Exhaling, Kurui sprang forth, feinting to the left before abruptly changing direction and springing to the right, his fist drawn and readied to launch a rather painful impact into the bandit-mage's face, as the worn-out fighter reacted slowly, turning his body to meet the strike with his guard up - before Kurui changed directions once more, dropping down and sliding for a good meter whilst two of his three tails coiled around the left ankle of the man as the third tail steered, to a certain limited extent. With a surprised yell, the man fell down, flat on his face as only his left arm moved in time to cushion the fall - the bones snapping from the weight of the man as a result, while the teeth arrayed within the man's mouth were all but shattered from the impact.

Rolling twice and springing up back to his feet, the hanyou snatched up the fallen man's fallen weapon with his right hand - a short sword - and took a leaping step forward, slashing diagonally as he burst past a bandit/mage - whether they were truly all mages from a single guild, Prismatic Tiger, Kurui did not know, nor did he truly care - the damaged iron blade gouging out a bloody swathe in the man's back.

His ears alert and perked up, the demi-demon turned to face a third attack, the short sword moving on impulse to serve as a rather thin barrier between his body and whatever lay in wait. A prismatic show of light engulfed the sword as it blocked the first spell - but only just - the nondescript gray of the iron morphing into a iridescent variety of hues.

Knowing the effect of that one particular spell quite well by now, having seen it in action multiple times, Kurui threw the sword in the general direction of who he had presumed to be his assailant, and moved on to the next enemy.
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Xaion ducked a punch heading at him, just in time to avoid a second that was trying to strike him from behind. The two bandits smashed each other in the face, knocking each other out in the process. Blinking, the larger man stood back up and scratched the back of his head. "Well... that was easy." He muttered, his attention being caught by a Prismatic Tiger casting Prismatic Spray at him.

His arms snapped to the defense, and the spray bounced off his flesh to paint the ground around him a variety of colors. Xaion rushed forward after the spell, prior to the mage casting the follow up spell Prismatic Explosion, and slammed his hammer home. Pondering getting a bigger hammer as the opponent crashed to the ground, Xaion looked around to judge the situation. It looked like bandits were beginning to flee the station as the security guards, with the help of Xaion and Kurui, began to gain the advantage.

Xaion began to move back towards the platform to retrieve their captive when another opponent made himself known by punching Xaion hard in the gut. Doubling over the fist, Xaion grunted and steadied himself as a second punch hit him in the face. Taking it with a wince, Xaion clenched his left fist and struck out, retaliating with a gut punch of his own and then bringing his hammer overtop to knock the man out from above.

As the bandit hit the ground, Xaion nursed his stomach - the man had hit him really hard and he hadn't been expecting it. With a grunt, he began to move towards the platform again. The fight was almost over - and he wanted to make sure their captive hadn't escaped in the melee.
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The fight, as chaotic and glorious and messy at it seemed to be, was coming to a close - one filled to the very brim with violence; violence that threatened to spill out of the thin walls of the container that isolated the violence from the outside world, vulnerable and weak and fragile and unprepared the outside world was. It was, in reality, somewhat fortunate that the majority of the combatants had been herded into the station itself, and isolated on a very particular platform, lest the bandit-mages in their panicked rush to achieve dominance in the fight, and eventually, victory and whatever riches they had once fathomed of, would've dragged a certain few innocent bystanders into the fight in an attempt to accomplish what many fools would term "dirty fighting".

It was a legitimate tactic, that was all there was to this branch of "dirty fighting". Or rather, the very concept of fighting dirty was simply a collective term for the actions and strategies that those unbound by conventional rules of combat and unrestricted by certain moral values could exploit freely. As such, the concept of taking hostages - especially ones that were by no means deeply involved in the conflict, or were otherwise exempt from being deeply intertwined with the assailants, was a highly effective tactic reproduced on a constant basis.

And it worked. For some.

Unfortunately, it didn't work when the perpetrators were foiled before they succeeded, or when the opposing party simply did not give a care. The latter of which applied to Kurui as the hanyou simply knocked both hostage - a young adult man in his twenties dressed in business attire - and the bandit-mage himself, out, kicking the hostage in the stomach and taking advantage of the reflexive spasm as the businessman clutched his stomach in pain, winded, to launch a vicious left hook that connected directly with the fleshy cheek.
The impact was dry and hollow, surprisingly, though the sensation of flesh impacting against flesh was as real as could be for Kurui, his fist stinging from the strike, though it was a stinging that was soon alleviated by his own personal curse. Ever cloud had it's silver lining after all - for Kurui, his curse gave him powers beyond the grasps of humans, and beneath that of true demons.

Sighing in the face of a horde of admittedly lackluster opponents, Kurui looked around at the station, taking in the fact that the mage-bandits of Prismatic Tiger - or whatever their ridiculously colorful guild name was - being suppressed, one by one, by the combined might of a half-demon, a mage, the station security forces, and a small handful of bystanders that were well-versed in the arts of combat. Unsurprising, really, seeing as Earthland as a whole wasn't exactly a safe utopia.
Spying Xaion making his way over to the captive, clutching his stomach in pain, Kurui hurried in that direction, his mood now lightened through the combined effects of combat, bloodshed, adrenaline, and stress relief via dealing damage to flesh and bone.

The hanyou grinned as he neared Xaion - a grin that wasn't quite as murderous and bloodthirsty as the one he had given before, but still an unsettling sight nonetheless.
"Sup?"
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Xaion rubbed the sore spot of his stomach where he'd been punched before crouching down next to their captive. "Just a bruise." He said, referencing his injury as Kurui got to him. Placing his hammer back on his belt, Xaion brought his right hand across hard and slapped the unconscious mage - startling him awake.

"Yo." He said, holding a hand up in greeting. "So your plan, whatever it was, failed." Xaion stood up, lifting the restrained mage to his feet and turning him to see the station security forces taking the survivors of the attack into custody, outside of those who fled. He then turned the captive back around and shoved him back into a sitting position.

"Why don't you tell us where your boss is so we can go convey this message to him in person." Xaion suggested. The response he received was flying spittle to the face. Wiping his face clean, Xaion stood up and stepped aside. "If you would, please." He said to Kurui - indicating that it was his turn.

Xaion had asked nicely, after all.
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The injury Xaion had suffered did indeed seem to be only a bruise - altogether a superficial wound that required little or no medical care or assistance, and seeing as Kurui saw little reason for Xaion to falsify his current condition, seeing as the two weren't of a close, friendly relationship yet, and there was little reason to actively withhold that form of information - in Kurui's opinion and experiences, anyhow. After all, why hide an injury in a situation where immediate medical assistance was very much accessible, available, and viable a choice in order to maintain one's physical and mental wellness? It simply increased the chances of death, after all.

So as a result, Kurui lavished little care and concern on Xaion except for the precursor analytical glance and the greeting. Shrugging in response to Xaion's answer, the hanyou strode rather leisurely back to the spot where he had thrown away - or perhaps the action "set down" was more apt - his bow and arrows, which were, technically, the only form of weaponry he currently possessed. Arguably the most effective and versatile too, seeing as his claws, his fangs, and his tails were comparatively flimsy and weak, despite granting him an innate edge in close-quarters.
The half-demon needed another weapon, and he needed it soon. He lived a dangerous life, and as such it would be no surprise to him when the day came that his own claws and fangs and tails would fail him.

Sighing in irritation as Xaion gestured for Kurui to take up the baton and the task of interrogating their captive, the demi-demon took no time to draw his bow and fire an arrow, seemingly without looking, straight into the left kneecap of the captive, shouldering the bow afterwards, crouching down to stare at the captive straight in the face.
Even amidst the screams of pain and curses bridling with hate, the captive could see Kurui's eyes.
Red eyes.
Eyes that spoke of an ancient evil, an original sin. Eyes that spoke of a lifetime of inner conflict and a blessing-turned-curse that would persist through generation after generation. Eyes that spoke of uncountable crimes committed by the owner, ones that caused his stomach to churn in disgust and his mind to drown in regret.

Eyes that spoke of madness.

Eyes that, through the immeasurable madness, shocked the captive to silence, reducing his formerly fiercely rebellious countenance to that of a whimpering infant.

Shrugging at the surprisingly easy interrogation, Kurui turned back to Xaion, motioning with his chin for Xaion to take over once more.
The man was broken, anyhow. And without even missing any major body parts.
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