As the vampires close in on Kilo Point, hordes of shadowy, bloodcrazed forms rush through the streets at supernatural speed, eyes filled with cold hunger. Those SOLDIER agents in between the centre of the town and the incoming horde fell rapidly, slaughtered through claws, blades and teeth. Men were ripped in two, as screams of death echoed across the city. Families were torn from the windows of their homes, the slaughter indiscriminate, not caring whether their prey held a gun or a child. All were food, all were prey to be hunted, all were mere lambs in this slaughter.
Turning, the agents of the Purge saw their true opponent. As one, the group seemed to gather, shouts and prayers growing to match the screams and howls. Those who had been firing upon SOLDIER gave up the fight almost instantly, turning, ignoring those SOLDIER agents that still resumed fire. SOLDIER, for it's part, showed little regard for causing more death, as their own ranks reformed. And yet, they were ill-equipped to deal with such an attack, having lost many in the previous bloodshed.
'Unite behind me, brothers and sisters. The devil's hand has revealed itself, and stands at our doorstep!' From the masses emerged a giant figure, standing more than 2 meters tall. A massive replica of Crusader armor encased him, a robotic suit in plated armor, routed into his nervous system. One eye had been removed, but Vincent hadn't bothered wearing an eyepatch. In his hand, he held a massive sword, the blade forged from Armoured Glass, the edge lined with silver, and the core filled with branches. 'We are the instrument of His will, we are the hand of His wrath, we are the light in the darkness!' Raising one hand, Vincent shouted out, his voice echoing through every comm system in the Purge. 'Let us show them His light!'
And as the vampires fell upon the purge, they met not with the screaming of terror, nor the desperate flurries of bullets fired by those who already knew they were dead. Even as the smoke from the Baptizers was sent flowing back, nullifying their most powerful weapon, those blazing crusaders did not back down. For in their eyes gleamed no fear, no regret, no mercy. Every single man and woman was filled only with zeal. And as the wave of vampires crashed into their lines, a slaughter commenced.
Vampires jumped their opponents, only to find themselves burning from the merest touch, the crucifixes marking their flesh, even as consecrated blades sliced at their throats. Streams of stakes flew into their ranks, impaling and killing those vampires unfortunate enough to be struck in the heart. Blades and teeth simply glanced off the armour, special straps preventing the snapping of necks. Even as vampires clambered over their opponent, covered in burns, another wave of knights sliced through them, hardened silver scoring the flesh. Even outnumbered and weakened, the Purge pressed on, a dozen vampires fighting to kill a single knight. The corpses of the fallen were crushed under the feet of heavy armoured suits, as empty crossbow launchers were discarded. Lines were formed, the front men wielding swords, those in the back wielding long glaives.
'Unite under me!' Vincent stood at the front, his tall figure visible from across the lines, a symbol of their wrath, his great blade striking down enemies left and right, robotically enhanced muscles crushing vampiric skulls like walnuts. One of the Paladins, equipped with high quality Servomotor Suits, his greatest power was the inspiration and order he brought to his men.
First and foremost, the Purge were vampire hunters. And, faced with their great foe, they were once more unstoppable. Every weakness was exploited, from the vampires disorganized attack to their reliance on blades and claws. As vampire fled before the ranks, they advanced undaunted, heading towards Lady Mohawauuk.
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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
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Sorry for the lack of posting, I had a really busy day.
Teo, 5 is currently a cloud of nanobots.
Also, Gummi, your Chars are accepted.
Images flash past, blurring still frames, a moment taken from time and distilled through the senses. Smiling faces, memories not from this reality. Mithias and Bug fought together, blades flashing, as they faced down the Vampire Lord Dresden. Mithias and Bug joined SOLDIER, Bug expressing his distaste for the organization, Mithias seeking both purpose and order. Moments of happiness and sadness, although not quite right, as if something were missing, or changed. It was as if the frame had been tilted slightly sideways, and couldn't be tilted back, setting the entire world askew.
As the train of time passed, time, ironically, became meaningless. It was impossible to say how long it had been since reality had moved along the linear paths it was so used to, or how long it had taken for the two passengers to realize they were riding an elevator. All these moments occurred at once, simultaneously, and yet were ordered chronologically afterwards. The reconstruction of the mind, an interpretation of that which it cannot truly perceive. Inquisitor Stein had fought back with an army of robots, leading to the near extermination of vampires as a whole. Dresden had created a Vampiric Empire, followed loyally by Magnus, as Rhyss Blackblade organized the opposition. Swords clashed and guns fired, but it had all come to an end eventually, the world had calmed down.
With a soft ding, the elevator doors opened, the background music fading away.
Bug and Mithias stood in a street, dark figures in a darker night. They were at home in the night, however, beings of primal nature. And yet, this city was stalked by something far darker than them, a being often renowned as the oldest among vampires. Gabriel, the Fallen, a being of such power SOLDIER had never succeeded at capturing him, either eluding his pursuers or eliminating them. It was said that when it came to psychic power, no being could hope to match Gabriel. And yet, this night, the greatest duo the world had ever seen would hunt the beast responsible for it all.
Tonight, they would hunt the God of Vampires.
After the car passed, Johnathan turned back. His men seemed worried, and he wasn't entirely sure why he had let the car pass himself, but it wouldn't pose a problem. Kami no Kage, the greatest warrior of the Purge, had personally arrived to ensure the success of this Purge. There was no way a single car would make a difference, even if that woman had been a vampire. Of course, little did he know that he was being spied upon, that there was a figure in the forest waiting for him.
'All units to Kilo Point, we need reinforcements! The heretics are attacking, we must strike them down!' The raspy voice sounded through the communications device attached to Johnathan's ear, clearly yelling over the background noise of a battle, and no small one. Johnathan offered a quick prayer, before turning to the Babylon - the Flame Tank that he commandeered - and hopping towards the entrance hatch. The other men were grabbing onto the side, placing their feet on small footholds, ready to jump off and into the action the moment it became required. Not efficient for long distances, but for a short distance it would do.
In mere moments, the tank would leave to join the Battle for Kilo Point.
'What would you know of destiny?' 5 disperses, the beams of energy striking only a minimal quantity of the swarm of nanobots, even Kilroy comes to a sudden, jolting stop. It's as if a giant hand had gripped him, pressing against his ribs, holding him still in the air. His rocket boots could only shift him slightly, before he was moved back into place. Of course, anyone who had been in HCL for any period of time would recognize this power as similar to Darkside's, the manipultion of the soul to affect the physical world. It was as if a bilion tiny jedi were holding him, and Kilory found that even locating the tiny creatures was nearly impossible. Aiming at them would be even harder at that.
'I don't die here, that only happens later. You, however.... your fate is undecided.' A tremendous force seems to press inwards, as Kilroy feels his body being compressed. This had stopped being a fight, as he couldn't see nor fight his opponent. Any time he attempted to produce one of his AOE weapons, it seems it was jolted upwards or downwards before he could fire, masterful application of telekinetic force from all directions holding him in place. This was a test of endurance, as 5's strength attempted to crush Kilory into little more than a tin can. 'You thought your lack of a soul would save you from my powers? Allow me to show you the extent of your error.'
Hey look I'm still not dead x3Hello!
... Is it wrong that this is turning me on?Completely and utterly. You'll fit right in.
By the way, the interjection by Gabriel was performed so as to spare Mithias' life, without compromising the plan I had devised for Kami no Kage.
BTW, Shikaru, I'm asking permission at this point to have Kami no Kage become the main threat to the mostly vampiric player base. As I've built him up, he's incredibly dangerous - more so than most would realize - and having the Elders underestimate him might be fun.
Oh damn, you're right. And the timing is fairly perfect too. Sorry, I'll finish it ASAP. Edits made.There are far too many memes for you to be capable of countering them with mere VN sprites.Hey, I think your post got cut off, Matt. That is, unless it was an intentional cliffhanger on what lies in the second tube. The third theory is that my laptop is being a prick about it. XD
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