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| Topic Started: Jun 16 2014, 02:06 PM (820 Views) | ||
| Xaion | Jun 22 2014, 04:36 PM Post #11 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 23 2014, 09:00 PM Post #12 | |
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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 | Jun 25 2014, 04:08 PM Post #13 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 26 2014, 08:37 AM Post #14 | |
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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 | Jun 26 2014, 03:16 PM Post #15 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 28 2014, 06:49 AM Post #16 | |
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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 | Jun 28 2014, 05:29 PM Post #17 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 29 2014, 12:47 AM Post #18 | |
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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 | Jun 29 2014, 05:01 PM Post #19 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 30 2014, 08:02 AM Post #20 | |
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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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