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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on May 3, 2012 19:30:36 GMT -5
The miss was a minor setback for the Sellsword; he'd already let go of the scythe when he'd missed. Instead, he flew paste the bigger creature, and pushed off the wall. His tomahawk was still in his hand, and he intended to use it. As the bigger ragdoll rolled away, Ulysses launched himself back at him. He observed the next with a sort of detached interest, as it opened it's eyes, and-
Ulysses knew the light before it even came out. Nikolai had used that trick once on him. Fool you once, shame on me. Fool me twice. . . He thought quickly, a burst of mental arithmetic, then changed his trajectory. The bigger doll was focused away from him, but his gaze would reach him in a split second. He cut his trajectory short, and dropped into a roll, landing onto his shield, then springing into a low sprint. The big one would expect him to aim for the back of his head. That was a second objective; Ulysses instead gathered, and then let out a final burst of speed, executing a powerful attack at a different one; the back of his tomahawk screamed for the back of the monster's knee. Following the momentum, the sellsword grabbed for a handhold, to haul himself up towards the staggered beast, his tomahawk poised.
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Post by Florin on May 3, 2012 19:44:48 GMT -5
Florin's optics couldn't adjust quickly enough to the sudden burst of light. With a yelp, she stopped in her tracks, instinctively snapping her optics shut, turning her head to the side. Her forearm rose up in front of her face, helping to shield it from the light. The suddenness of the light after her optics had been adjusted to the darkness in the room for so long was like needles to her eyes. It took a moment for her optics to readjust to the light before she could even attempt to open them. Still, even without her vision, her focus stayed on obtaining the device. Her eyes flickering open just enough to allow her to see for a brief moment, she continued towards where the device laid on the floor. Finally, she felt her fingers touch it, and she quickly scooped it up into her hand, holding it against her chest to shield it.
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Post by Hollow on May 3, 2012 19:58:57 GMT -5
Rather than try and dodge or block the blow, Hollow let his knee collapse inwards with the blow, keeping it from breaking his joint. He twisted sideways as the sellsword clambered onto his back. This was child's play so far- He let himself slam into the floor, then swung his long legs upwards, over Ulysses' head, pinning Ulysses' head and torso to the ground in the process.
As his hands came back to support him, his talons slammed down over Ulysses' tomahawk, scratching the hood as they went. His feet connected with the ground and he twisted- His arm dislocated and he gave Ulysses a frightening upside-down grin. His arm rotated at the wrist and relocated, and Hollow picked him up by the torso, wrapping his long fingers around both his forearm and chest, trapping his arm curled against his body. He tightened his grip on Ulysses' weapon arm and lifted him into the air.
"That was very impressive." He said sincerely. "I must confess, I wasn't expecting you to be quite so feisty, Mr. Greil, considering the fact that we're surrounded by victims of your indiscriminate murder." His eyes brightened to maximum with Ulysses trapped in his hands. "Would you like to know why I brought them here? I'm going to make a burial wrap for you out of their skin. All those Sigma symbols, just for you." He grinned again. The unmistakeable relish and malice in his voice spoke not of a wish to frighten Ulysses- He seemed totally, unshakably sincere in his belief that he would be doing this to Ulysses. "And when I'm done, I'm going to make you just like me. Just. Like. Me. Won't it be wonderful, Ulysses? We'll be one and the same- Well, moreso than we already are." He began to giggle and laugh, soon shrieking his laughter into Ulysses' face as he began to loom over the trapped doll.
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Post by Nikolai [39] on May 3, 2012 20:06:01 GMT -5
There was a blur of motion, a sound of a sword unsheathing, and the skeletal doll withdrew barely in time to dodge the enormous blade that whistled through the air where his forearms had been only moments before. Nikolai had reappeared, brandishing his giant sword, out of it's sheathe for the first time in a long time. Etched into the dull greyish-black parts of the steel that weren't sharpened were tallies- Hundreds and hundreds of fivescores and fivescores covering those fivescores. The blade itself was wicked sharp, and gleamed like a sanguine gash in the universe in the light of the monster's eyes. Nikolai seemed to have composed himself- His right optic was closed, and his left optic remained fixed firmly on Hollow.
"Are you all right, bratyshka?" Came the Russian's voice. The cuts on his back had stopped leaking oil, and he had wrapped fabric from one of the dolls around his knuckles to staunch the bleeding. "Come, on your feet. It is time to hunt."
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on May 3, 2012 20:44:39 GMT -5
"That was very impressive. I must confess, I wasn't expecting you to be quite so feisty, Mr. Greil, considering the fact that we're surrounded by victims of your indiscriminate murder." Ulysses was trying hard to focus on his predicament; his arm was trapped, his weapon was lost. Well, that was fine, he had his knife, his wrist blade- The word murder stopped him. He- He wasn't a murderer. He wouldn't be a murderer. No, he wouldn't. Not if he killed this thing, then everyone who heard the things' words- No, no he wouldn't, he wouldn't-
"Would you like to know why I brought them here? I'm going to make a burial wrap for you out of their skin. All those Sigma symbols, just for you." The Sellsword's mind was in overdrive, as he was lifted into the air; one tango huddled over, and the beast holding him was speaking; a kick to the wrist to break contact- no, he could wrap himself around the limb, then torque the fingers down-
"And when I'm done, I'm going to make you just like me. Just. Like. Me. Won't it be wonderful, Ulysses? We'll be one and the same- Well, moreso than we already are." The wrist would rotate, but the knife would jam the mechanism. Then- He was dropping, but landed easily into a crouch. The thing fled?
"Are you all right, bratyshka? Come, on your feet. It is time to hunt." The words barely registered. The speaker was not threat- but it fled. He was off, the tomahawk sheathed, his spear blade snatched up. No, nothing escaped him. He'd follow it, kill it; no threat would ever escape him. They-THEY didn't- nothing did. Tangos were tangos were tangos- and tangos ate their own oil and lost limbs and life and- He'd NeVeR join their limbs and their OIl, he'd SEND THem there, so he wouldn't, WOULDN'T eVER go, no, he nor any good WOULD EVER GO THERE-
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Post by Florin on May 3, 2012 21:48:40 GMT -5
Florin cast a quick glance to Nikolai and Ulysses. Nikolai was alert again, and both were busy with Hollow, giving her the perfect opportunity to use the device. Now might be the only chance. Her hands shaking slightly, she hit the button on the cylinder with her thumb, and quickly tossed it away from her, in the direction of Hollow.
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Post by Hollow on May 3, 2012 21:56:37 GMT -5
Hollow looked up as a loud hiss rang out. His face showed a split second of confusion- Before the device's lid flew off and collided with a bang against Hollow's face. He staggered backwards, grabbing the lid and looking at it. His lip curled in bemusement, but the device bounced to his feet and spat out a cloud of thick, gooey looking smoke. Hollow's eyebeams bounced off the smoke as though it were solid, and his brows furrowed. He kicked the device at Ulysses, but the smoke was already filling the air around them.
He was blind; Oh, a royal trick. They'd planned this, he was sure of it. A thrill of fear shot through him, and his twisted face split with a smile as he shivered in pleasure at the sensation. But now he was blind, and he knew that this was a situation he must extricate himself from swiftly, lest he risk defeat. He closed his eyes- It wouldn't do for him to show the others exactly where he was.
Nikolai would be able to see him, he was sure of that. He stretched his claws, creaking. Perhaps he could still play with the sellsword a while yet, though. His hand groped about and found what it was looking for- the body- before he threw it towards the sounds of Ulysses'- Or perhaps it was Nikolai's- heavy breathing.
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Post by Nikolai [39] on May 3, 2012 22:00:58 GMT -5
Nikolai was already moving when the body came out of the smoke towards him. He could, in fact, perfectly see Hollow through the smoke. He'd switched the setting in his eye from normal to infrared, and the heat of his optics painted a bright picture in the dense smoke.
He was sprinting into it- He slid under the body, sword held in reverse grip, and then sprang off his back foot, spun, and swiped the savage tool in his right hand downwards at the orbs. Hollow may have been blind but he could still hear- His sword managed to slice through fabric, but not machinery, and Nikolai landed with a roll, felt Hollow's talons over his head, and came up standing, sword ready for a strike, in his hands. The heat was fading- Soon they'd both be blind.
Nikolai gave a savage grin- Good. He'd gotten quite used to fighting blind.
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on May 4, 2012 11:06:29 GMT -5
The smog filled the air, hiding the tango from the Sellsword just as he reached it.It didn't matter, it really didn't. He could hear the beast move, it's creaking joints, the tap of a foot or blade- The body flew out, and Ulysses reacted without a thought; he struck out with the large blade he carried, jamming it straight through the zombie, and letting go of the blade in one clean movement, and blurring into the fray. He knew, KnEw that they would attack him, he kNeW the ugly MONSTER was conTROLLING them, DIreCTING-DirECTING every MOVEment, EVery thought of MAlICE, HATE, DEATH-
The big swordsman entering the cloud moved the tango; he heard it- he always heard the before they struck. Big ones, small ones, blinded, they were ALL-ALL the SamE. Ulysses pulled the tomahawk, and mentally set up the killzone. The cloud; nothing would leave the cloud. Not that beast, not it's zombies. When the creature moved to dodge the other swordsman, Ulysses struck with the blinding instinct that had saved him before; creature dodges, expects assault from both, already attacked leg, most likely target point-
The blow was an odd one; if he managed to find the target, as his hearing and mental map targeted for him, the tomahawk came across the hand that just swiped over the Russian, but at the joint of the wrist. Ulysses hadn't struck first; He'd jumped, and made a grab, to ensure that he had his target, then locked his legs around the limb in a triangle guard, and slashed.
Sigma; GrrrreEk letter. Sigma; two and n0ne. S1gMA; bodies, b0dieS everywhere. S1GmA: No monster. NONE-HE WASN'T a monster, He hUnteD m0nsTErs, kIllEd them, just lIke you KIlLEd SigmAS-
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Post by Hollow on May 4, 2012 21:08:19 GMT -5
The tomahawk's blade passed through the very edge of Hollow's forearm, and the tall doll made no noise. He lashed out with his other hand at Ulysses, the sharp talons cutting through the air with the uncanny sound of torn fog. He knew that this fog would not do much for him and he was going to do better outside it. He drew his limbs closer to his torso, then sprang back, hand shooting out to grab another body.
He placed it in front of himself and used his long fingers to puppet the corpse. He'd never done this before, but he'd seen other machines do it. It had worked fine for them. He swung the arms wildly in the dark- It didn't matter if the blows connected. The flailing arms were enough. The body's head flopped around slightly, but Hollow now faced both Nikolai and Ulysses, and was creeping slowly backwards out of the cloud.
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Post by Nikolai [39] on May 4, 2012 21:19:04 GMT -5
Nikolai heard the sound of a wide-headed blade on metal- Ulysses' tomahawk- and then the sound of Hollow's claws through the smoke. He swung out blindly and the blade passed through empty air. The heat-images were gone now. He heard a familiar rustling and creaking, double-impressioned like two stitchpunks moving in unison. He frowned; He'd heard the same thing before, but it wasn't coming to him where. He struck out again and his sword stabbed into a stitchpunk. He grimaced, pulling the sword back and jumping away from a haphazard strike.
Nikolai could hear Ulysses panting alongside him; His companion had begun to breathe, move, and strike erratically- He rationalized that it was the bodies. The bodies were unsettling to him, but the dead were the dead; There was only one body that could possibly do anything to his mental state. And it was long, long gone.
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on May 9, 2012 20:17:40 GMT -5
Ulysses reacted on pure instinct, raising an arm into a guard. It made little to no difference; his right arm was the one with the wrist blade, not the shield, and the claws smashed into him, sending him- The blow spun him around, knocking the tomahawk from his hand, and him almost free from his prey. No, NO, That- That wouldn't do-Not at ALl.
He tightened his legs' hold, gripping onto the monster upside down. If he noticed the difference, or the new scarring on his right arm brace, he didn't show it. He didn't really show anything. It took a good few seconds for him to center himself. Well, as centered as he could be given his current paranoia-fueld psychotic murderous state. The arms swung, though he hardly payed attention to what they were doing. Oh no, the tango's Vital SpoTs were open-OPEN. He-HE COuLd E-END- TANGO GOinG d0wn-
He was already hurting; the claws has slammed into him, and even titanium could be strained and broken. But he ignored it- it didn't even register to him. All that did was the bodies, the zombies, and the biggest tango- the one that had- had to die, so he could live- s0 AlL coUld LiVE. He pulled himself against the arm, scrabbling against the cold metal, and pushed himself in a swinging-like motion with the intent to cling onto Hollow's cloth on his chest, and then drive his wrist blade up, under the ribcage, and into a vital point.
Maybe, Just MAYBE he could take all them- all the tangos with the big one. Yes, yes. Then-Then his killzone would be CLEAR. Al1 CLEaR- SafE, FrEe.
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Post by Hollow on May 13, 2012 12:08:00 GMT -5
Troublesome, this one, clinging to him with such reckless abandon. The stimulation of his PTSD had not affected the little doll in the way he had anticipated. Interesting. As the blade jabbed upwards into his ribcage he jerked backwards on instinct- But no pain came. He grinned in the dark, relinquished his hold on the body by hurling it at Nikolai, and collapsed inwards on Ulysses like a beartrap snapping shut on it's prey. His claws scraped across a knee, perhaps, and he wrapped his fingers around Ulysses' head, slamming it forcefully against the ground. He began giggling to himself as his long fingers pulled his limbs away from his torso, much the same way as he had with Florin, drawing up his taloned hand to begin his first incision- Always the most delicious- in Ulysses' torso. his long talon hovered above the doll's chest, poised to cut through the ring that tethered together Ulysses' weapon belts. The fog had cleared enough that he could open his eyes- And so he did.
Sanguine light poured from the motes of pure evil that now reopened for the first time since the bomb had gone off. The little mice's last gambit had failed, and now he had them in his clutches, and this one especially he wouldn't let go. His giggling escalated into full-blown laughter. "Don't worry, little murderer, I'll fix you. What fun this will be, once I've gotten rid of all those pesky emotions..."
He lowered his head closer and closer to Ulysses', hysterical laughter echoing madly through the dark toy shop. He pulled Ulysses' armblade from his ribcage, but no oil followed it. He pushed the arm down and raised his talons once more, ready to operate. His first finger touched the stitching on Ulysses' coat, and began to slit it open.
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Post by Nikolai [39] on May 13, 2012 12:16:27 GMT -5
Something grey shot out of the darkness from above, and suddenly, with a low thunk Nikolai's knife had embedded itself hilt-deep in Hollow's chest, just below the collarbone. Hollow reeled back, looking in surprise at the weapon- That one had hurt- and then up just in time to recieve a-
Nikolai's fist impacted on Hollow's face with such ferocity it lifted the spindly creature off it's feet, sending it crashing to a heap across the way. As it recovered, Nikolai was already there- His sword came down on Hollow's head, but the creature snaked away and lashed out at the spot Nikolai had just vacated- But no more. Nikolai slid between the creatures' legs and rolled to a kneeling position, swinging his sword and twisting his body for maximum torque. His strike missed as Hollow leapt upwards, clinging to the bookcase above him.
Nikolai swung the sword again, and cleaved a deep wound in the shelf's supports. The thing wobbled, and Hollow leapt down before his weight could keel it over. Nikolai's fist was waiting for him, and another solid strike caught the monster in the stomach, bending it over for Nikolai's knee to send it jerking upright again. As it rose, Nikolai liberated his knife from it's chest, only for a stream of dust to emit from the wound. Nikolai spun off his back foot, delivering a powerful backhand strike with the blunt side of his sword that caved in Hollow's ribs and sent the creature slamming against the desk with a loud, rickety 'WHUMP!' and the crack of wood as it splintered around him, making a nice crater for the creepy monster.
Nikolai panted softly as he wiped the knife off on his pants and slid it back into his belt. He hefted his sword onto his shoulder, but never once did he take his eyes off the creature's body.
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Post by Ulysses-Σ47 on Jul 15, 2012 23:09:50 GMT -5
Claw, claw, going for his belt, then- Free. FREe. Now, NOW He-HeE WouLD KilL iT DEAD! His coat cut slightly, the Sellsword was up, and came to stand next to his comrade. That was the one thing registering in his mind; they would kill it. It would die, and it would stay DEAD. Tango- TaNGo. . . was sprawling. There was an opening. Ulysses saw the impact, and sprung. Closer, closer- He punched with all his might, aimed for the beast's head; a strength augmented with frenzy, barely aimed, but lethal from intent.
The impact occurred, the shield that the Sellsword wore driving in for a blow to the center of the skull. Just like. . . JUsT liiiiIke BEFoRE~ AllL fElL So-S0MeT1Me. A single memory flickered; glowing eyes, towering figure, and a hiss. A hiss like a daemon. He- E-Err0r- TaRGEt Unkn0Wn, HiSToRy nooot fo0unD in memOry banks-- Unknown, unknown--
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