MonsieurShade

Modern Witch Hunt

@Grombus It'd probably be really hard to do so given the fact that it's designed to generate and withstand electricity, which actually quite hot, especially when you get it to the point where you're generating electric arcs, which is when the electricity is plainly visible in plasma form. It'd be pretty hard to get it to melt seeing as plasma in and on itself is mind bogglingly hot. To give you a good example of how hot we're talking; a lightning flash can generate five times the amount of heat generated by the surface of the sun in the very brief moment that it flashes. While Dimitri's weapon isn't quite generating full on bolts of lightning, it's still pretty safe to say that the weapon gets incredibly hot simply by generating plasma in a visible state, and is therefore treated to withstand heat.

tl;dr- Not unless you're able to generate enough heat to rival a lightning bolt, though at that point you'd kill Dimitri simply by being near him.

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Being too close to actually avoid the fire thrown his way Dimitri was forced to sacrifice a sizable chunk of skin on his right forearm to protect his face and throat from the lethal flames. A few sparks ignited his shirt, forcing the hunter to tear it away to reveal a chiseled body covered with scars from training and hunts alike. The pain in Dimitri's arm was almost too much to bear as his skin blistered and cracked from the extreme heat, he nearly bit his tongue off to avoid screaming out. An animalistic fury welled up in Dimitri's gut with a heat to rival the flames around him, however he quashed it, refusing to give in to his base urges. He was taught better than that, he fought with his brain, not his emotions. Dimitri locked eyes with the molten visage before him, exuding fury that was cold, laser like, and extremely focused to make up for the fact that he hadn't gone savage with rage and pain, "I'll split you open." he hissed coldly.

Dimitri lunged again, holding his breath as he closed the gap between himself and Trick with alarming speed, though leaving enough space to avoid the range of the sword. This was where his weapon shined, it's range allowed Dimitri to control his opponent's central line if he chose to do so. Dimitri crouched and slashed upwards to split the wizard from his groin to his scalp, leaving Trick with precious few options and seconds for a reaction. The weapon continued to crackle and shoot off small arcs of electricity. The burn that such spark would give more than likely would do nothing to the wizard, but even still, getting zapped with electricity wasn't exactly pleasant unless you were a lightning wielder.

Modern Witch Hunt

@Grombus Thank ye kindly. Apologies if I came off as rude, I just know that such things can become a seriously slippery slope (dat alliteration mayne) that sooner or later ends with an argument that could have been avoided. Not so much with myself, but with other users on this site.

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Dimitri gave yet another heavy sigh -something he found himself to be doing a lot lately- as he opponent began his attack. The hunter held his weapon out in front of him and began to rotate it with near inhuman speed, either blocking the cards or snuffing their flames out entirely through the small vacuum generated by his weapon's rotation, "If you're dead set on this then so be it. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way.". Dimitri had faced fire based wizards before and knew them to be some of the more destructively capable magic users out there, he couldn't afford to take any chances here. As beads of sweat began to dot his forehead Dimitri immediately cranked his weapon's amperage up to one hundred and fifty; it was enough to cause cardiac arrest if he could pierce close to the heart, or at the very least cause paralysis inducing muscle spasms. The weapon crackled and sparked menacingly, a stark and somewhat ominous contrast to the almost listless expression of it's wielder. Dimitri lunged forward, though rather than directly attacking Trick, he jammed the javelin end of his weapon into the boiling concrete and raked it upwards viciously, flinging some of the molten cement directly at Trick's face in an attempt to get his eyes. Dimitri knew that he couldn't stay in the ring of fire for long. If the fight drew on he was liable to die of heatstroke if the flames didn't catch him first. Dimitri couldn't afford to hold back in this battle, he either fought with lethal intent or he died.

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Dimitri wandered further into the subway tunnel, becoming increasingly annoyed with the fact that his pursuer still seemed intent on following him for whatever reason. The witch hunter briefly considered turning and telling the guy to go away, however a voice to his side caught his attention. Dimitri forced down the instinct to reach for the weapon that hung to his side as he made out the face of Aidon in the dim lights. "Jesus man, give a guy a heart attack why don't you?" He said before letting out a shaky breath. Dimitri knew well of his fellow hunter's exploits and talents, though that did very little to prepare him for Aidon's somewhat unnerving talent for blending into the shadows. Dimitri recomposed himself, figuring that perhaps it was Aidon that had been following him, "I caught a wizard a bit earlier, tried to get some information out of him about a guild he was part of. The guy wouldn't sell out his friends, so I had to...well...you know. Anyway, was that you following me just now? Why w-", Dimitri stopped as he heard the sound of rushing flames behind him. The hunter gasped and ducked, grabbing Aidon in the shirt and pulling him down as well just as a stream of flames passed overhead. Thankfully aside from a few platinum blond strands of hair going up in flames, Dimitri was relatively unscathed.

The witch hunter stood and spun around to face his aggressor, immediately recognizing the man as the one that had been across the street from the bar earlier. "Goddamn it, did you have to be a wizard? Why couldn't you be a LARPer?" Dimitri grumbled. With the wizard seemingly out for blood, Dimitri tightened his insulator gloves and drew his weapon. WIth but the press of a button the two telescoping ends of the weapon sprang from their chambers, though neither end bore the electrical currents from earlier quite yet. "Look, I'm really not in the mood to do this dance twice in one night. You're outnumbered two to one right now, so it'd be smart of you to retreat while you still have the option to.". Dimitri didn't particularly like the way he'd phrased his suggestion. Where it not for Aidon's presence he would have kept his weapon holstered and tried to approach the situation more peacefully, however the presence of another witch hunter meant that he was forced to speak with bravado at best, and absolute malice at worse, lest he be mistaken for a witch sympathizer. Right now Dimitri wasn't just representing himself, in the presence of another hunter he represented the Cromwell family line. The Cromwell were very accomplished hunters, known well in their field of profession for their ruthlessness and efficiency in the art of slaying witches. He couldn't afford to muddle the family line now, even avoiding doing so meant doing something he really did not wish to do.

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@Grombus Uh...just one thing i'd like to point out, most people don't really like when another role-player takes over their character's role, myself included. It's one thing to react to another person's reaction IC, but when you go saying "'X's character does 'Y' in response" or "'X's character says this", that's an immediate no go for most people. Just saying you may want to avoid taking control of someone else's character, or at the very least ask before doing so seeing as the creator of the character likes to decide how they'll react.
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I'll post a response to the attack on Dimitri, but you may wish to edit out the part you made on how Dimitri reacted.

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"Another." Dimitri grunted over the empty glass in his hand. The bartender serving him gave Dimitri a strained look, however he relented and filled the glass with another three fingers of scotch. Under normal circumstances the look that the barkeep had given would have been reserved for someone whom had drank far more than they could tolerate, in this case however, the look he was giving Dimitri the look due to the fact that Dimitri was a licensed witch hunter. The license Dimitri carried served three main purposes: it allowed him to carry his weapon freely and in full view, worked as a pass onto restricted or otherwise private property during hunts, and acted as an identification card, one that Dimitri was all too happy to flash in the name of getting a drink or two in his system. As far as Dimitri was aware, witch hunters were still receiving mixed views from the public; some viewed them as saints or heroes that did the work that needed to be done, and other viewed them as murderers. The bartender was of the former mentality, however, that didn't mean he was about to let someone with a deadly weapon and the skill to use it efficiently get drunk enough to become violent.
Dimitri drained his glass and savored the burning smoothness of the liquid on his tongue as it warmed his chest and stomach. The witch hunter was about to ask for another, however the look on the barkeep's face ultimately turned him off of the idea. Instead Dimitri slapped his payment down onto the counter along with a nice tip and exited the bar with the intention of finishing off the six pack of Angry Orchard he had in the back of his fridge when he got home.

Upon his exit Dimitri felt a strange prickling sensation on the back of his neck, the kind that one only received when something was either about to go very wrong or when they were being watched. He'd noticed it earlier when he'd been heading towards the bar, however he'd initially chalked it up as post work jitters. Now that he'd gotten a chance to calm his nerves Dimitri's instincts kicked into full force, and all of them were telling him that something was most definitely off. The witch hunter tried to play it casual; he yawned and scratched at his goatee while taking a look around his environment. A couple necking a block or two down, nothing out of place there, a junkie sitting on the corner begging for change, sad, but again normal, and a person on a bench across the street that seemed to be looking his way. The possibility of being stared at wasn't exactly pleasant, but the unpleasantry of the situation immediately took a back seat to the confusion that came when he took note of what the guy was wearing. Unless the guy was coming from or heading to a ren-fair, LARP session, or some sort of cult meeting, his apparel meant that he was either a hunter or a wizard. Then again, maybe he simply had a peculiar sense of fashion. Dimitri decided that it was ultimately none of his business and calmly began walking towards an entrance for the underground subway. If the mystery person wanted something to do with Dimitri he would have to follow him. Dimitri had seen his share of bloodshed for one night, and he was not keen on actively seeking more.

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@MonsieurShade im stalking u kid

@Grombus

Oh dear, that isn't gonna end well for anyone.

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"Please don't do this! I've done nothing wrong! I swear i'll never use my magic again, please don't-AHHHH! GOD PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!". Dimitri closed his eyes and turned his head away as the scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils. He wished to god that he was somewhere else, that he could just turn around and walk away, or at the very least cover his ears. Unfortunately for both him and the person he had pinned against a wall, this was going to keep happening, and neither party had the power to stop it. The wizard that Dimitri chased down and cornered in a downtown sugar mill writhed in agony as the glaive like weapon imbedded in his shoulder crackled to life and sent a bone jarring 25 milliamperes coursing through his skin and muscles. Dimitri gritted his teeth as he felt the wizard's muscles contract around the weapon, though he continued to press down on the trigger of his weapon until the wizard had screamed himself hoarse and went limp. The hunter opened his eyes and forced himself to look at the sad creature on the end of his weapon, "I don't want to have to do this but you aren't leaving me any other alternatives. Just tell me where your friends are and we can end this. I'll even let you go provided you can stay under the radar.".

It was almost like a switch had been flipped in the wizard: Dimitri found himself resisting the urge to take a step back as his quarry's head snapped up startlingly quickly for someone who's shoulder had just been fried by electricity after being run through. If looks could kill, then Dimitri would have been dead five times over at the very least, there was that much venom in the wizard's eyes, "You expect me to believe that? Worst still, you want me to sentence my loved ones to death for an offer of mercy from a murderer? You can-", the wizard's speech turned into shrieks as Dimitri activated his weapon and ramped up the amperage by five mA.
He'd heard these sorts of speeches many times before, yet he always offered a chance for his quarries to escape their fate. Sometimes they took it, others however, ended up like the man he held captive. Dimitri lowered his eyes and turned the amperage in his weapon all the way up to 100 mA, then held on as the wizard's heart began to undergo both arterial and ventricular fibrillation. Dimitri held fast and turned his head away again as the wizard vainly tried to struggle against the process of his own heart being sent into a chaotic series of contractions. It took three minutes for the wizard to expire, after which Dimitri pulled his weapon out of the wizard's shoulder with a sickening squelch and let the body fall to the ground. "I'm sorry. Really I am." He muttered lowly, if not somewhat uncertainly before he beheaded the wizard in a single swing. These days Dimitri didn't know how to feel about what he'd done anymore. His experience with witch hunting had left him numb, which in truth disgusted him more than the atrocities he committed at times.

The witch hunter pulled out his phone with his free hand and rolled the head with his foot to leave the face visible for a picture. 'Target kill confirmed. Could not acquire the known whereabout of other targets despite usage of threats and actions involving bodily harm. Body can be located in the sugar mill on 8th and Bradley's.'. Dimitri attached the photo to the text he'd typed up before sending it to his employers. The response was almost immediate: 'Kill confirmation acknowledged. A total of twenty thousand Homeland dollars has been transferred to your account. Clean up crew is being dispatched. Expect another assignment within the next 72 hours.'. The witch hunter sighed heavily at his response. Twenty thousand dollars. The life of another sapient being, one with a family and friends that they were willing to die for, was worth the price of a used car. Dimitri swallowed a lump in his throat and collapsed his weapon before he made his way for an exit and started looking up directions for the nearest bar. Dimitri wasn't one for drinking in a public setting, but right now he needed something a lot stronger than the cider or ales he kept in his fridge.

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"I'm just following orders. Sorry about this."
Name: Dimitri Cromwell
Race: Human (hunter)
Age: 24
Elemental Power or Weapons:
Weaknesses: He's only human- he might be able to take a hit better than the average joe, but a fireball spell or something else of sufficient power will put him down as easily as anyone else. Dimitri holds a lot of doubt about his work which can occasionally cause him to hesitate on the field of battle.

Bio: Dimitri comes from a long family line of hunters who's roots can be tracked as far back as the Salem witch trials. What sets the Cromwell family apart from other hunting families however is the fact that they refuse to do their work for the church, God, or any sort of belief in the greater good. The only thing that spurs the Cromwell family on is money. They have ended many family lines all in the name currency, be it coin or cash. Dimitri's father was no exception to this rule, something Dimitri figured out early on when he was pulled into the family business. Throughout his youth Dimitri was armed and trained for the task, even going so far as to go out with his father on hunts for more hands on experience. At first Dimitri's childish innocence and complete trust in his father led him to view the hunts as something that was no different than the hunting of vermin, but as time went on Dimitri began to actually question some of the things he did, though he never could find the will power to actually resist his father's wishes. After moving out, Dimitri took to hunting less and less, only picking up his activity when his father was in town. He would eventually be approached by representatives of the Homeland ruler after being recommended to them by his father.

Personality: A mellow if not somewhat pessimistic fellow, Dimitri tends to be the guy that, if dragged to a party, would much rather stick to a corner and mutter about how he'd rather be at home watching television in his recliner with a cold beer. This isn't to say that Dimitri is timid, rather he's simply not the most sociable of people. This is especially true when it comes to his hunts, as he'll often avoid working with others, especially those that take joy in their actions. Dimitri views witch hunting not as a hobby or duty, but as an unsavory job that he only keeps to make his family happy. Dimitri holds no animosity towards the magically inclined, and while he is still willing to hunt and combat witches and wizards of a violent nature, Dimitri will occasionally turn his head the other way and allow the more lax ones to get away provided that he's met his quota and they agree to stay under the radar.
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Other: He keeps a three year old Rhodesian ridgeback named Brutus that he uses to scent track witches and wizards.