Jericho brought his scythe around as the man's head exploded. He didn't think anything of it, instead continuing his sweep to slam the edge of his scythe into the side of another soldier and through him and his companion. This bought him another breather, but it would probably be his last as the automated defenses and Constatine's soldiers were being overrun. Smiling, the mortal reaper pulled out a belt clipped speaker that also held a small library of music.
"Alright, lets go with track...8." As the song started playing, the last of the mansion's automated defenses fell and the group of soldiers charged the cloaked man.
"Time to get reaping."Charging forward to meet the surging mass half way, he leaped up and over the first few sword swings to come his way, pulling his pistol free of it's holster and firing into the mob. The bullets had no trouble finding marks, only one of them actually being heard pinging off either a helmet or the concrete. But it didn't matter as Jericho landed, holstering his pistol as he makes a wide sweeping motion with the scythe to clear some space.
"Time for your icy grave! Blizzard!" The blast of ice enveloped everyone in front of him, and by the time some one with the magic to free them thawed them, it would be too late. Spinning the scythe, he caught the sword of another soldier and pushed it to the left, bringing the scythe blade through his neck at the same time. Turning, he exchanges a quick flurry of blows with a pair of soldiers but ultimately wins, slamming an icy spear tip formed on the bottom of the scythe into one's head, the other getting a slash across the gut from the return spin. Spinning the scythe around again, he slashes through a mech's leg, though it was in addition to the soldier who was now cut in two from right shoulder to left hip.
Mechs?! Already?! Shit. The mech fell to the ground, forcing the cloaked SeeD to flip away and towards a heavy trooper wielding a large ax.
"Oh, competition? Let's dance then."The pair surged forward in unison, but Jericho dropped a couple Hastes on himself, allowing him to quickly dodge to the left as the soldier brought his ax downwards towards the ground. He took the opening to slash at the man's back, but his scythe only nicked the armor and then glanced off, allowing the heavy soldier to slam the butt of his ax into Jericho's chin and knock him back.
Wow, I feel bad for how many times I did that in training now, that really hurts. Recovering, he barely manages to deflect an ax swing to the left and kick off the man's face, flipping backwards and then charging forwards while he was still off balance, but was forced to duck as he made a one handed horizontal swing that the SeeD had to dodge. Recovering, the pair traded blows several more times, the man Jericho faced now considerably more experienced than the ones in the coms tower in Dollet. After about a minute of exchanging blows, Jericho manages to land a good, solid round house to the side of the ax wielder's head and knock him off balance again.
"No one escapes the Reaper." He climbs up the man's front and leaps straight up, keeping him off balance, before descending rapidly and ripping the scythe blade through his neck, decapitating the man. Standing from his kneeling position, he realizes there's a lot of people surrounding him.
"Fine, we'll make it cooler." He summons both of the Blizzaja's into each of his hands after storing the scythe and slams them into the ground.
"Blizzaja!" One spell would have done a lot of damage, but two tore everything around him apart, freezing them to their core and creating blocks of human and mech shaped ice all around him. As the spells finished, he drew his Scythe and focused, feeling the Limit Break coming. With a smile, he unleashed it with the words,
"Limit Break: Shadow of the Reaper."Jericho became a blur of motion, moving through the mob at incredible speeds and slicing them apart with practiced ease. Glaciem kept a count down in the back of his mind, and at just ten seconds left, they ran into another ax wielding heavy soldier, this one just finishing off one of Constantine's guards. Rushing forward faster than the man could follow, Jericho slammed his chin with an uppercut kick, knocking him into the air. Jericho followed, Glaciem counting down in the back of his mind. At six seconds, two slashes had been delivered, sheering through the man's torso as the scythe slashed horizontally. At four, Jericho spun the scythe around him in all directions, only serving to slice the man up further. At two seconds, he delivered the finishing dropping blow, the butchered body impacting the ground heavily. And then it was up. Panting, Jericho looked around at all the soldiers and mechs still there, all moving in on him slowly with their weapons poised.
That...was a hell...of a ride... And the SeeD fainted, the scythe clattering on the ground just before his head hit it. The Galbadians didn't waste any time, and quickly restrained the SeeD and moved him to a transport.
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