[b][i]Mysterious Keyhole, Ongoing World War II[/i][/b]

"Thank you for making this much easier than it would have been otherwise, by the way."

He was right. It had all been too easy. Astus came in expecting a full-blown war between gods and got a bunch of underpaid soldiers not even putting up a fight. He knew things would've gotten worse. He'd peered into the minds of Tocsax's crew (he still asked him about them out of force of habit, you want to keep people guessing as to whether you've been screwing around with their minds or not) and seen the two Leo the Mathematicians seige the Blachrenae Palace. Those two people, no, [i]things[/i], had power that rivaled those of the Gods.

For years he'd scampered through vast cosmic patches of land, narrowly avoiding death by earth-splitting thunderbolt, colossal tsunami, or careless stumble into an abyss leading into the void. The Gods wanted him dead, and he wouldn't let them have him. He enjoyed seeing them stumble and fall upon one another like drunk coyotes struggling to catch a speeding roadrunner. At one point he stopped enjoying being on the run: those tough guys had too much matters on their hands to mind him. For years he roamed the earth, considering his actions and for once not running away from Gods. 

It was only now that he had to deal with them again. 

[i][color=red]Bring the others here or I will kill him.[/color][/i]

Astus snickered. He could feel the demon's ego radiating from the psychic link. Yuuta was nasty, he was difficult to exert control over, but a man throws away all other thoughts he has when in battle. Tapping into the psychic link, he found himself shoving away the psyche of the warrior and coming face to face with one of the princes of Hell. He suppressed a laugh as he began to imitate Yuuta's distinct lazy drawl.
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[b][i]Moscow, Soviet Russia, Ongoing World War II[/i][/b]

[color=lightcoral]"Hi, I'm Yuuta Yuudai, a virgin in his late twenties. I gamble a lot and read erotic magazines. People who've met me think I'm the most unremarkable person ever. One thing you should know about me, though, is that I'm a complete [i]madman[/i]. I'm the perfect combination of foolish and brave. Wise and cautious people shape the world and people like me screw it up. Right now, what I'm going to screw up is whatever perverse plan for world domination you have in that narrow demonic mind of yours."[/color]

[color=lightcoral]"By the way, if you kill me, then go get the others yourself. You're a prince of Hell, aren't you?"[/color]

As soon as Astus released his control of Yuuta's psyche, Yuuta's mind shot into action. One might not be too good at Math, but all our brains make countless calculations about what we should do when faced with a dire situation. They calculate distances to be run, heights to be scaled, and probabilities as to what will happen. The only difference here is that a literal God had given Yuuta's brain a push, one so forceful that it would take a while for him to get back to his senses.
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[b][i]Mysterious Keyhole, Ongoing World War II[/i][/b]

[color=lightcoral]"Lets keep going."[/color], said Astus. [color=lightcoral]"There might be more soldiers waiting for us."[/color]

[@Letter Bee]
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[b][i]Moscow, Soviet Russia, Ongoing World War II[/i][/b]

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Yuuta was very angry. First, the Yoshirou Clan had used him for their own benefit. After that, the Sanctuary had attacked, taking his homeland for themselves. They also took someone very important from him. All the anger he had felt from those ordeals, along with anger from all the petty tantrums he had when he'd stopped killing people and become a gambling idler, converged. 

He didn't know why he was so angry. The Trickster God might've screwed around with him.

All he knew was that he had to kill that thing in front of him and the other thing in front of it.

In one quick moment he took up a stance and gathered all the ki around him, ki found in the plants, animals, and everywhere else. The Kremlin's once immaculate ground began to crack and shudder as the madman grabbed every bit of energy it had to offer him. He drew the sword, it's blade gleaming sickeningly. The simple yet harsh movement of his body and the rush of ki into it tore apart his attire, leaving his upper body, a gallery of scars and bruises, exposed. With one quick maneuver, he swung his sword at the dragon's neck.

If he was going to die here, then he was going to go out in a blaze of glory. 

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[@Ryteb Pymeroce]