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Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Starfall

The barb trap superficially wounded the ancient vampire, but failed to catch it. Its hide was more like an oil slicked sponge than leather, and terrifically difficult to snag. Any hooks would just tear through the cushion of sopping, slippery flesh. Still, it needed a little snack. The wise monster would notice the aggressive demeanor of Satori and take advantage if it by playing on her impulses. It would feint towards a dead ghoul on its left only to shove itself backwards as the corpse exploded. Something like a shrill cackle gurgled out from the Magna Pater's maw as its tail swung up to its jaws, revealing a freshly dead ghoul had just been strangled. Unless it were somehow distracted, the body would soon be missing half its torso, the Magna Pater's throat bulging as it swallowed. It would be healed immediately if the ghoul meat hit its stomach.

Seconds later the wicked, otherworldly cackle would blossom into a wretched sobbing, a knowing grin squelching over the monster's face and revealing its thick teeth. It had finally succeeded in separating one of the adventurers. Now it had this one all alone...

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar
Unfortunately for Gweyr, the .44 Magnum's bullet exceeded the speed of sound by nearly 300 fps. To say it was one seriously powerful motherfucking gun would be an understatement. In 1971, it was widely regarded as the strongest hand gun in the world. Even in modern times, few men can handle its kick.

If Gweyr still brought out the magic, Donny would carry through with his motion and flee for several yards before turning around mid-sprint like a football player about to catch a ball and lashing his left hand out of his coat pocket. The pocket had a hole in it. He'd have plucked a grenade from his belt and haphazardly chucked it right at her.

But...

If Gweyr were sharp of sight and able to have avoided or endured the .44 Magnum round, she'd see that the grenade hadn't even had its pin pulled. There were no invisible strings or remote detonation panels on it. It was simply a normal grenade that hadn't been primed.

As Donny loosed the grenade, he seemed to understand what he had done. His childish face twisted into a scrunched up howl of dismay. Professional killer, feared across the country. And he had just given his opponent a way to blow him up.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Starfall

Things were getting hairy now. This was where the adventurers were determined to reach Darko or not. It would be brutally clear that for as long as the Magna Pater stalked them, little progress would be made.

The rock shattered against the monster and an instant later the shadow hand had crashed into it. The Magna Pater was, ultimately, one hell of a slippery bastard though. One that could confound the senses of those that saw without sight and used sound to navigate. Its gutteral, ultrasonic frequencies would fragment Eleanor's ability to hear it, and the sound waves would displace the air that made contact with her skin, effectively rendering the timeless demon as a ghost. It would be like trying to catch an agile moth without a net. Though its left wing and several ribs had been busted by the returned rock, it could still manouver around as easily as a hawk.

Though any lesser creature would have still been reeling from the boulder, the monster twisted in the air and the tail would lash out like a coiled spring at the palm of the hand, using the striking speed to magnify the acceleration of the projectile escape in such a way that the quick-witted "Primeval" would jettison out betwixt the gap between the forefinger and thumb, striking the ground a split second later and tumbling wildly in the wake of the lightspeed bullet's afterwind. A short reprieve before it would again blur after its prey, the innumerable fallen ghouls serving as a magnificent source of nigh invincibility for the elder horror as it simultaneously ate, ran, and dodged.

The more death and gore there was, the harder the Magna Pater was to kill. In this accursed forest of nonstop violence, it might as well have been a minor god.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Starfall@Drifting Pollen

Satori would have made a grave error in attempting to overload the Magna Pater's sight. After all, it hadn't just made a connection with her. It had made a connection with everyone, and she'd have just blown everyone's eyes the fuck out. Those that weren't blessed with regeneration or a strong sixth sense were essentially fucked. As for the soul hand, to catch the rock it'd have to be in the way of Eubeal's aim. Her very offence would serve to shield the monster from the (poorly) aimed bullet nuke, and without light speed reflexes there would be little way to change that. The beast could still sustain injury, perhaps even severely, but no doubt it would be back in seconds. Then again, such would only be the case if she were good at guessing. The monster couldn't be detected via supernatural means. Only if she were able to figure out its plan and track the potential trajectory from memory would she be able to keep everything from getting blown to shit.

As for the bullets that had struck in front of the monster before reversing, only two would hit home, passing through the horror's torso only for the gaping, bloody wounds to fade away a few moments later as it carried on with the interrupted rock throw. It had a belly full of fresh ghoul to heal with, and any injury that didn't immediately kill it whilst it had a plump tummy would be about as meaningful as a scratch on a rhino.

Of course, that was assuming Eleanor didn't even need eyes to use her "vision". She would be accurate up until the rewound bullets had been fired, but after that it was lights out for good.
So many variables, but in the end, only the Magna Pater would be left knowing the whereabouts of its prey.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Mikellh Dejax@Starfall

A bullet that travels at the speed of light. Enough kinetic energy to obliterate a large city and leave a hurricane in its wake. However, the creature Eubeal intended to hit was perhaps a bit more than had been bargained for. It was no mere savage, but a veritable Einstein among monsters. Eubeal, along with the rest of the adventurers, had seen the Magna Pater's eyes. Now it could interchange their vision with its own.

A moment before Eubeal fired the light speed round, the monster sprung twenty feet into the air, using the strength of its tail and wings to gain rapid elevation. Then, everything would go black right as Eubeal pulled the trigger.

It would have activated the Malocchio middair, eyes closed so that its prey couldn't see. It didn't need sight to aim with the softball-sized stone it had plucked from the ground before having jumped. Nobody would be able to see the rock whizzing down to impact the top of the rifle barrel an instant before it was fired, potentially knocking the aim down and causing an explosion comparable to that of a tactical nuke to erupt right behind the APC. Unless the adventurers were tough enough to survive a Hiroshima up the butt whilst temporarily blinded, Darko was going to be short a handful of challengers.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar

Donny let out a loud, panicked scream as Gweyr whipped out her glaive. Just the sort of reaction you'd get when aiming a knife at some random nerd. But Donny came from a different place than Gweyr. Where he was from, life and death were matters to be resolved in an instant. Anyone could kill anyone with a little luck and a bullet in the back. Out here, you didn't brandish a weapon unless you were going to use it. You didn't pull out a blade and try to talk things over. You either killed, or got killed, and though tricks are petty, a good one never needs to be used twice against the same enemy.

Donny would have dropped his hammer and turned clockwise as if about to flee, as any sane pedestrian would after some nutty chick got medieval in a dark alley. Before the hammer, still obscured by his coat, hit the ground, Donny's scream would have muffled the ratcheting click of the .44 Magnum being cocked as it was drawn. The shot would come as the hammer landed between his feet and he was in the middle of his turn, Gweyr seeing just his left side.

An old gunslinger trick. If you want to pull a piece on someone so they don't see the barrel poking through your coat, turn your flank to them and aim along your abdomen with the gun flat against you. Keep your shooting arm out of sight so they don't see the bend in your elbow.
No protrusions, no clues, no chance. Especially when the victim is a shy, moral girl who probably wouldn't kill a man, however creepy, who seemed about to flee as was requested of him.

The revolver was aimed for Gweyr's midsection. If the large round struck, it would bore an impressive, clean hole straight through her solar plexus, between the lungs, into the aorta, and out through the spine.

Donny preferred using his hammer on helpless women, and this one was not helpless in the least. In a criminal empire, you had only one life to live and you didn't prolong it by taking chances. She was armed with something far more substantial than a stun gun, and he had never tried to take on anything badder than a baseball bat in close combat before. Perhaps if she didn't die or pass out right off the bat, he could still use the hammer. It wouldn't be a satisfying end to the evening otherwise.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar

The man had noticed her reaching behind her back. A taser? Pepper spray? Perhaps even a gun. Donny slid his left hand into the side pocket of his trench coat as if it weren't no big thang, looking up so that she could see his face.

Deep sunk eyes. A porno stache. No eyebrows. For fucks sake, he was a ginger. Ewww. But...

His faint, dorky smile came easy, and he looked like the sort of schmuck that would fit in at the local YMCA, doing jumping jacks in neon short shorts with all the other wimpy dads. Then again, the real nasty ones always looked unsuspecting, didn't they? A face doesn't define a bad guy.

He'd continue walking until he was only a few feet away from her.

"Ayuh, but is dang'rous aouwt heeyuh mam, what with awll thuh rapists an' thuh gangstas... T'ain't naow place for a pretty lil' white wummun t'hang arouwnd."

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

A woman, and a fine one at that. All alone. The sun had just set. Everything was perfect. Gweyr would be able to hear the man's footsteps as he slowly walked behind her, features obscured by a black trench coat and hat. Beneath the coat where she couldn't see, he held a hammer in his right hand. Were she to glance behind, he'd address her with a thick accent in a keening, almost whiny tone, as if Squidward had combined his voice with that of the Kentucky Fried Colonel's.

"'Ascuse me missus, buuut I hafta wounda what a yaowng lady suchiss yasawlf is doon' aouwt 'n abaowt inna place suchiss this, mmhmmmm...?"

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

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Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

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