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towerofanimus2012-07-21 09:55 pm
blackstranger) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-21 09:55 pm
Entry tags:
Bleeding for Eternity
Characters: Asakim and you
Setting: Floor 26
Time: Night
Format: Prose
Summary: Asakim gets mauled by a monster...and returns the favor
Warning: blood, lots of it. And death.
Asakim had only recently known of the morgue here, and curiosity came to him. Would there be any bodies he knew of? Hardly, but it was worth a try at least. Maybe the dead bodies could provide clues about this tower. Sadly, hours of research, taking out the dead bodies and examining them, proved absolutely useless. None of them were recognizable, and they even lacked any signs of death, or even collar marks. Just what the hell was going on? So many questions, and not nearly enough answers. The residents here were useless, the administrators were locked away from the rest of them, and nothing was being gained from it all.
Turning around, that was when he sensed something from the darkness. His hand reached for the crimson blade by his side, Discalibur. A weaker version of the giant sword Shurouga had, but it did very nicely. From the darkness, he had seen a large lizard like creature, blood fresh from it's claws. Truly a fearsome sight, particularly the face as it stared at Asakim. However, it was nothing to Asakim. Nothing but an oversizled reptile. That was all. The woman he met in the Cafeteria was far more fearsome than thing.
He chuckled, merely walking off to the side, tempting the creature.
And it worked.
It's speed was incredible, claws ripping through his skin. Blood shot from Asakim's body, spilling onto the floor in large puddles. Strangely black, but that did not stop the savage onslaught. Asakim may have been immortal, but even he could not hold back screams of pain, his cloak and body shredded, nails piercing through his skin all too easily. And yet...Asakim still stood, and the creature growled at him, as if yelling at him to die.
Asakim chuckled, coughing up some blood, and yet not stopping either. He lifts his head, a sudden sadistic grin on his face. "Are you finished?"
The creature immediately slashes with a claw, but just as quickly, Asakim rose his blade, Discalibur blocking the blow. Lightning seemed to burst from the blade, shocking the beast and forcing it back. Dark aura manifested around Asakim, black flames covering his body, and he held Discalibur in a single hand, one that had been less torn up from the struggle. There was no armor to protect and heighten his abilities, but no matter.
"Ground combat isn't my style, but..." The blood at Asakim's feet seemed to glow. It soon rose from the ground, coating the Discalibur and making it shine even brighter. "You brought this onto yourself."
Those with trained eyes would find it hard to keep up with Asakim, speed incredible and beyond the ability of normal eyes to catch. Again and again, Discalibur had cut right through the Deathclaw, the creature actually screaming out in pain. He made it suffer, suffer like he did long ago. Yes, the thrill of combat had forced him to laugh at this point, damn maniacal at that! Fact of the matter was, he actually enjoyed this!
Finally, he stopped, standing off to the side. The blood had coated the Deathclaw's body, forming strange runes. A simple sigh from Asakim had given the signal, blood suddenly glowing right before a large explosion occurred. All that remained in the end was a smirk from Asakim, and the remains of a fallen beast. Soon after though, the smirk faded, and Asakim sighed once more, this time out of frustration.
"That...was pathetic."
Setting: Floor 26
Time: Night
Format: Prose
Summary: Asakim gets mauled by a monster...and returns the favor
Warning: blood, lots of it. And death.
Asakim had only recently known of the morgue here, and curiosity came to him. Would there be any bodies he knew of? Hardly, but it was worth a try at least. Maybe the dead bodies could provide clues about this tower. Sadly, hours of research, taking out the dead bodies and examining them, proved absolutely useless. None of them were recognizable, and they even lacked any signs of death, or even collar marks. Just what the hell was going on? So many questions, and not nearly enough answers. The residents here were useless, the administrators were locked away from the rest of them, and nothing was being gained from it all.
Turning around, that was when he sensed something from the darkness. His hand reached for the crimson blade by his side, Discalibur. A weaker version of the giant sword Shurouga had, but it did very nicely. From the darkness, he had seen a large lizard like creature, blood fresh from it's claws. Truly a fearsome sight, particularly the face as it stared at Asakim. However, it was nothing to Asakim. Nothing but an oversizled reptile. That was all. The woman he met in the Cafeteria was far more fearsome than thing.
He chuckled, merely walking off to the side, tempting the creature.
And it worked.
It's speed was incredible, claws ripping through his skin. Blood shot from Asakim's body, spilling onto the floor in large puddles. Strangely black, but that did not stop the savage onslaught. Asakim may have been immortal, but even he could not hold back screams of pain, his cloak and body shredded, nails piercing through his skin all too easily. And yet...Asakim still stood, and the creature growled at him, as if yelling at him to die.
Asakim chuckled, coughing up some blood, and yet not stopping either. He lifts his head, a sudden sadistic grin on his face. "Are you finished?"
The creature immediately slashes with a claw, but just as quickly, Asakim rose his blade, Discalibur blocking the blow. Lightning seemed to burst from the blade, shocking the beast and forcing it back. Dark aura manifested around Asakim, black flames covering his body, and he held Discalibur in a single hand, one that had been less torn up from the struggle. There was no armor to protect and heighten his abilities, but no matter.
"Ground combat isn't my style, but..." The blood at Asakim's feet seemed to glow. It soon rose from the ground, coating the Discalibur and making it shine even brighter. "You brought this onto yourself."
Those with trained eyes would find it hard to keep up with Asakim, speed incredible and beyond the ability of normal eyes to catch. Again and again, Discalibur had cut right through the Deathclaw, the creature actually screaming out in pain. He made it suffer, suffer like he did long ago. Yes, the thrill of combat had forced him to laugh at this point, damn maniacal at that! Fact of the matter was, he actually enjoyed this!
Finally, he stopped, standing off to the side. The blood had coated the Deathclaw's body, forming strange runes. A simple sigh from Asakim had given the signal, blood suddenly glowing right before a large explosion occurred. All that remained in the end was a smirk from Asakim, and the remains of a fallen beast. Soon after though, the smirk faded, and Asakim sighed once more, this time out of frustration.
"That...was pathetic."
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Gaara observed the battle discreetly, watching from a single eyeball that looked down from the ceiling. He had been curious about the other residents of the tower ever since he realized this really was a new place, not just another experiment at the facility. Not knowing how forthcoming people would be, it was easy for him to choose reconnaissance as a method of obtaining truthful answers. Some of them were merely civilians, lacking combat abilities. Those were people that would need protection in a physical conflict. There had to be other warriors that could fight.
He frequented the upper floors, collecting information on the different types of monsters that lurked in the shadows. The constant fighting satiated his bloodlust – for the time being. Or maybe exacerbated it, since he hadn’t been able to kill this often at the facility. It was considerably further from order than he had strayed, for a fairly long time. He didn’t know how long his mind could remain stable; it was a daily struggle that shorted his patience and kept him distant from most people. Fighting was something very familiar to him, feeling the faint pulse of life quivering within his sand before he completely smothered the weak flame.
Nevertheless, Gaara wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t interested in dying, after all. When he had heard activity coming from inside the morgue, he decided to investigate rather than blindly jump in. Gathering facts on combat techniques without actually engaging in the fight was considerably less risky.
Someone with a seemingly indestructible body, and a great amount of speed, he noted silently. It would benefit him to figure out where this man’s allegiance lied. Though, he seemed hostile, and the redhead was uncertain of how he would act outside of a combat situation. Better to observe him a little longer and watch his behavior, to figure out what the best approach would be.
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Well, it was over quite quickly at least. Ganondorf smiled to himself, he hadn't expected to find anyone here this late but-
"A pathetic opponent will rarely offer you more than a pathetic display." Ganondorf commented as he stepped out of the shadows.