Shikaru

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Done

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Magnus used the darkness to his utmost advantage coupled with his speed. He ran through the battle, goring and feeding from foes madly. He caused many to kill their own allies when they saw the faint outline of his form run by. Pathetic, they were scared and un-able to even fight properly. Most of his newblood force had been struck down, but they did level the playing field and cripple the enemy quite well. His strength and speed surged as a massive amount of fresh blood coursed through his veins. The pathetic excuses of defenses the Purge used on their armor, the crucifixes, were mere annoyances to him. Neck straps may block newbloods from snapping their necks, but they were far from stopping the strength of an old blood, or from stopping a blade from going inbetween the joints. Magnus roared in a primal rage amongst a circle of dead bodies, at that moment a Purge member managed to hit him square in the chest, in the heart. But wait...Magnus simply grinned at the man and ripped the arrow out, but surely it pierced his heart? How was the beast not dead?. "Wha-How are you still alive?" The man said in fear, backing away. Magnus closed the distance in a mere few second, grabbing him by the throay and lifting him from the ground. "You could say I took the term heartless a little too literally." Magnus told him before crushing his throat and tossing him to the ground. The remaining few SOLDIER in the immediate area that witnessed the spectacle simply dropped their weapons and fled. Magnus commenced chase, cutting them down from behind, he licked the blood off his claws. In a mere 5 minutes Magnus had killed more Purge and SOLDIER than his newblood army, but of course, they were merely pawns in his little game of war. As was everyone else he had invited to join him, atleast, that is what he thought. He roared once more before recommencing the slaughter. --- By now Rhyss had swapped out his shotgun in favor of Grim and Reaper. Delivering shots that couldn't possibly be recovered from, heads exploding from the explosive rounds as the embedded themselves, chests turning into small craters. He fired at Purge and vampires alike, walking nearly calmly as could be through the fray. Slowly but surely Purge and the vampires realized there was a new target, and his name was Rhyss Blackblade. "I wondered when the hell you'd pay attention." He told them as they started focusing their fire and attacks on him, he ducked into a alley holstering his pistols and retrieving his staff from his back. He ran a bit further up the alleyway and hid in wait, a group of 6 surged after him. He shook his staff, blades appearing at the end dangling against the staff. As they grew near, he came out of cover assuming a kendo stance with the bladed end of the staff directly aimed towards the oncoming foes. He struck one down, smashing it's skull and what pathetic brain it had in it. Deftly swapping the blunt end he sweeped two off their feet, cutting ones head off and stomping on the other. The remaining three valued their lives more, they stared at each other as in saying 'let's get the fuck outta here' and ran. Rhyss didn't pursue, he simply retracted the blades on his staff and returned it to it's holster on his back alongside the Buster. He drew one pistol and proceeded to walk up the alley. He spotted three figures, he continued walking quietly. One he recognized as Mithias, the other two, quite obviously female, he didn't. He did, however, notice one was pointing her blade directly at Mithias. Holstering the pistol and drawing the Bunker Buster he took aim at the woman. "Now now, why don't we all calm down here and explain exactly what's going on? I may not be a genius woman, but you're not SOLDIER nor Purge. Lower the sword unless you want your friend to be wearing you." Rhyss told the woman.

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K den. Let me re-read the ends of my post so ik wtf I was doing lol

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Gunna give Mo a chance to post before Rhyss and Magnus re-commence badassery mode.

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"With wicked wings did the wizened warrior withdraw from the wrath of war, wandering while wearing the wistful weave of Woden's wise wards: a waxing wraith of the waning witching hour. Tenaciously tracking the traitor through the troubled town, timely taken by toothed tourists and techno terrorists, to try and tempt to turn the tramp to temporary treaty. A light illuminating alliteration to write a literary rumination of ill iterations."

@The Grey Dust

Go to hell Grey. Go to hell. lol Anyhow, I was about to post when I saw Grey had posted, so I pretty much tookt he lazy route and added to my own post to include a response. I hope this is satisfactory.

@Wraithblade6

Rusalka: "Are you, like, a crazy person?" Grey: "I'm quite sure they'll say so."

@Rusalka

Magnus and Grey = perfect if Magnus was real

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The helicopters didn't fly over anything.... they were there since the beginning of the battle. They're quite literally in my first post with the Purge. The bombs were supposed to signal a kind of ending to the fight scenes occurring, or at least on a larger scale. The battle is sufficiently scattered that there's no real way to tell who's winning and who's losing. The Purge are ripping through Newbloods like candy floss, and have suffered hardly any losses on the hands of the vampires. The few that have fallen are at the hands of the Olbloods and Matt. Also, I'm pretty sure the top hatch would be locked for exactly this reason. But whatever. Tanks are going left and right, so whatever. Oh, and breaking machinery in a tank filled with highly flammable liquid is maybe not a good idea? In any case, these are all just minor comments. However, Shikaru, I would like to comment that your Actions Per Post are a bit high for my taste, your characters tend to jump all over the place and do a whole bunch of stuff before people can respond. Also, me and Wraith are thinking of a way we can have the story progress beyond this battle.

@thewizardguy

Gonna categorize this: Helicopters: They flew in from somewhere, they didn't just magically poof into exsistance. Bombs: Wouldn't the bombs have simply blown everything into oblivion? Tank: I can edit it to show he ripped it off if it makes it better. Flammable liquif in tank: Wouldn't the liquid be stored in some kind of canisters and not simply sitting open? Progression: Group chat with me on this through PM then or something. I'd really appreciate it instead of just deciding to change everything dramatically.

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*shoots with Bunker Buster* No dancin'

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Edited.

The Metahuman Revolution

Looks dead. Shame. I had high hoped for it.

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Well damn. Now I have to edit Magnus' entry into battle mostly entirely...wait..no..Hold up lemme edit some shit