Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 23, 2006 17:56:50 GMT -5
Screaming Light was fading in and out of things... he was going in and out of conciousness, Sai having a difficult time holding even himself up, lest he should even try to hold his own master up. Hakfu felt himself... Ack... his soul... his soul... devouring, devouring... and so little energy of his own to supplement it. Everything around him was going in slow-motion, but happening so quickly, his hearing going in all directions and none. All his senses were fading, the true nature of his summoning coming through. Even as he fell to his knees, staring strangely at the moist jungle floor around their clashing armies. Jyo fell before his eyes, but Hakfu felt too weak to say anything.
Screaming. Crying. Dying. A dying beastman lay close to him, staring blindly into the sky, raising an arm up. Hakfu himself saw it, and extended a hand, out of pity, the poor fellow having lost everything below his midsection, torn apart by the air support, flung onto the ground before them. His robes clung to him, draw to him, clinging by the sweat that this land brought unto the men. Haggard, they were haggard. And this beast man.. he craved to touch, to know that he was alive yet, just before he would die. Their hands about to touch, when a soldier from D-13 rushed over, and aimed his pistol at the Beastman's head, and shot it off quickly, and then, looking back at the extremally dazed Hakfu, shook his head.D-13 Soldier: "Go get some medical attention! You look real-"Dying with an uncomplete sentence, as the bullet, aimed sharp and true at the man's head, Hakfu watched with half-closed eyes at the fallen comrade. Blood leaked out of his head, nost just through the hole, but through his ears, through the mouth.. the man was dead.
And Hakfu felt nothing.
Nothing.
Strange... what was this feeling? It wasn't joy, or happiness, or for a change, not even emptiness. Just... nothing. Not even shock would be a proper word to describe this. Everything.. and nothing..[shadow=yellow,left,300][glow=blue,2,300]  : "You will die."[/glow][/shadow] Hakfu still laying there, did not bate an eyebrow at this familiar entities voice.[shadow=yellow,left,300][glow=blue,2,300] : "You will die. By your own hand. By the Clan's hand."[/glow][/shadow] [shadow=yellow,left,300][glow=blue,2,300] : "You will die."[/glow][/shadow] Suicidal thoughts had never entered into Hakfu's head, and still didn't... why should thoughts like that start now? Why would he want to die? Why did this thing say he would die by his own hand? Hell, how do you respond to something that knows you, but something you know nothing about?
Rousing him from his trance, the Priest stood over him, his gun cocked. What..!?
A blast of energy blasted into Hakfu, as he fell back on his back, feeling his robes tear a little around his arms and legs. Bah, he'd have to sew this thing back together. Getting back up, he was about to curse out the Priest for shooting him when he realized he was not in pain. What? His hands clamored over himself. He was healed. Quietly, he gathered himself up, brushing himself off, in an attempt to regain composure, and looking at Sai, automatically fed his summon some of the new strength provided. Looking at the Priest, he saw his friend's eyes... green eyes, that looked strong, yet, lacking... the Priest had little energy, but much strength, he knew that.. but... did he just give up all his energy just to heal Hakfu? Dammit! Well, at least, he still had his guns.."..Thank you, Father, God Bless you. I'll pay you back, 'ere' the day's end. Sai.. I'm unsummoning you... dismiss!"[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"..Ish nuu."[/glow][/shadow] In a blast of water, Sai disappeared... a pity, really, as he was the only version of Hakfu's deities that had any healing spells.. but then, Hakfu wasn't going to be just a support character anymore... time to get some revenge, make himself useful.. time to kill. Drawing out a blank tarot card from his robes, his instinct immediatly made him pull out his Ritual Dagger, and put the blade to his wrist..
No.
Looking down, he saw the dead D-13 soldier, the dead beastman. Crouching down, he brought the dagger up suddenly, and stabbed it into the D-13 soldier's heart, the blast of blood spraying over his robes, staining them. But no... not finished... not yet...He looked too, at the Beast man and still crouching, walked over to him.".. Farewell, poor bastard."A slice to the neck, didn't take too much effort, as the blackblood defiled the earth, also staining Hakfu's robes and face. Standing up with an usual gusto, he looked at the Priest, an eerie smile on his face.".. Let's go kill them all."The sudden change of character suprised even Hakfu, but, he felt so bent on destroying now.. anything to fill this strange feeling of everything and nothing.[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"Hirthos divinity firago Kantan erupa van firmanent des dei Kai."[/glow][/shadow] [shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"ISH NUU."[/glow][/shadow] Kai Stats:
-Strength: 16
-Dexterity: 10
-Endurance: 20+4
-Intelligence: 7
-Wisdom: 5
-Energy: 7+3When All Else Fails... ATTACK! "KATTACKTHOS!"[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"ISH NUU."[/glow][/shadow] Hakfu felt something now. The effects of summoning Kai.. anger. Unreasonable anger. The emotion that came from this summon was remarkable, and even affected Hakfu's thinking, his train of thought. It was the same deity, but of a different personage. All that was left now was..."DESTROY!"[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"ISH NUU."[/glow][/shadow] Almost...
Almost...
Hakfu's body went limp, but suddenly, as Kai was charging, in his flames and glory, the true 'Kattackthos' Attack Command Spell came into play.
Everything was tinted with flames and red, and he saw men fleeing before him, as his body itself burned down trees, in the massive torent of destruction that he charged ahead in. Hakfu was in control, yet, Kai was. Anger joined, and all that was left was to destroy, to rend, to tear apart...".....I'm going to kill... you... all..."Hakfu, in trance, although with a still limp body, still could speak. Kai was seen, forcing his unattached claws onto beastmen, as he flung them around, his mere touch burning them. This was a more taxing summon then all the others, and required much more energy to maintain per round, but, was definetly a lot more powerful. Kai 'floated' into the base, alongside the soldiers, charging ahead. The burning corpses were nothing. Emotion commanded him. Find beastmen. Kill them. Fleeing before him, two beastmen yelped in fright, as he gave chase, his hands catching up to their heads, and reeling them back into his burning body. Kai could be hear chanting something, almost as if he were laughing. Back to Hakfu... he was laughing. Kai held the beastmen in the air, letting them burn, burn, burn... and then, growing bored at their yelps and smell of burning skin which disgusted him, he flung them back and forth between the walls, and continued his search.. illuminating the place, he rushed, without waiting to stop or think.. emotion was in control. Emotion that was not of Hakfu's... but of Kai's.Hakfu Song has gone on the offensive!
Hakfu Song's body is immobile!
Kai is on the attack!
After Summonings and Maintaining, Moderatly Low Energy Left! |
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Jonathan Winters *Deceased*
Spell Caster
"Now, now at the end of my life... I know my greatest folly. ..Forgive me for only just realizing."
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Post by Jonathan Winters *Deceased* on Jun 30, 2006 20:05:05 GMT -5
OOC: Before Jonathan had joined Arcane Academy... "Alright boys and girls! LISTEN UP!" "ATTEN-TION!" Everyone in the vast underground D-13 barrack's housing immediatly snappe to, jumping off their beds, saluting commanding Sergent Benzel. Jonathan was in the middle of cleaning out his M82A1 while sitting on his bed, when the Sarge came in making him drop it on his pillow in a rushed hurry. Although attention had been called, and everyone was standing rigidly still, the sarge still looked at them like he wasn't satisfied. Or else, something. By now, the sergent should've been yelling at how crappy this place looked, and how his grandmother's dead as (rest her sweet soul) was cleaner looking then this. Instead, just eerie silence. The sarge hadn't been this grim looking since-"Do I have your attention? Good. 'Cause I'm not repeating myself." There was a tired look in the man's eyes, despite his attempts to hide it by patting flat his frumpled black, decorated combat suit, his custom gun at his side. A master gun mage, Jonathan had often wondered why Benzel was still only a sergent. These thoughts passed into his mind, still listening, putting the thoughts away immediatly as they came. Time to focus and listen to the Sarge. He was taking his sweet old time deliberating what to say. "...Well, Director Lancaster, after general agreement with the other organizational leaders, has decided to send us into Congo. Remember 'em Beastie Boys?" A loud "YES SIR!" resounded in the barracks. Benzel grinned broadly at the enthusiasm. "Well, this time, we're hitting them were it hurts the most, and kicking their asses back to Timbuktu! We leave immediatly at 0200 hours! Mission briefing will occur at 1600 hours after we arrive. We're hosting for guests like 'The Monastary', the folks from the Blood Society, 'em cultists from Eternity, and o' course, the good ol' people from Arcane Academy and their folks at Babylos. We're not gonna get out done by those teenage magicians like the first battle, right guys?!" "SIR NO SIR!" "DISMISSED!"The tension in the room went up dramatically after Benzel left. It was obvious why he spoke in such an encouraging way. Many of them were going to die, in a matter of days, and he wanted to make sure he had said something good at least, before the battle started. Jonathan, finally at ease, stretched himself, after standing so rigidly. "Hey look, BFG's got that look in his eyes again." "Ooohh shit, those Beastie Boys el loco for being on the wrong end of hombre BFG's BFG." Jonathan ignored the two across from his bedbunk. The Mexican, Rodriguez Sanchez was always talking big about everything. Being a rather small, but muscle guy himself,bald, black mustache, and with no control over how much magical energy he put into his explosives. Although Sanchez was quite well known for his magical grenade enhancements, like the time when he was still a new recruit four years ago, accidentally throwing an incredibly charged up grenade under the Sergent's Rolls Royce on the surface training camp, making everything burn up in a five foot radius, and with it, the sergent's best tonic. That was the one and only time Jon had laughed that year, and it was the hardest in his life. Had earned "Mr. Atomicbomb Sancehz" a permanent spot on Benzel's shit list, as rumor had it that the sarge didn't get his promotion because of the lost tonic. Made Jon just smile thinking about it. A really good CQC guy, though, Sanchez had been blessed with the knife, and knew how to cut someone five centimeters from where they were supposed to be cut. Sometimes, overcharged magic was a good thing.
And then the other wisecracker was a crew-cut twenty-five year old caucasion with a long-hanging nose, named Ryan Donahue. He could pick up radio transmitions for miles, making him an invaluable intel radio guy, especially against primitive enemies, like the Beastie Boys. Jonathan had never seen him in combat though, as he was only just transferred here from Hound Platoon. Jon barely knew him, but the guy seemed to know everything about him, from the nicknames, to the stories circling around from barracks to barracks, like he was a stalker or something.
Whatever the case, Jonathan no longer cared, shifting his main focus again at the task at hand. While preoccupying himself with these thoughts, Jonathan had already folded up his bed and cleaned out his weapons. What lay before him, as he surveyed his equipment, was his two weapon boxes, both his sniper suits folded neatly in a pile, miscellanious equipment packaged up, and of course, his weaponry in his boxes. Done, already set. All around him, others were also either finished or just finishing up. It was still only about 1600 hours.. two hours before dinner in the mess hall, and then, the hour after's evening 4-mile mountain run underground. Walking out of the barracks, casually, with just regular fatigues on, he stepped onto the Surface-Underground elevator. It wasn't a long trip, only taking a few seconds, considering the power they put into the elevator for such a smooth ride, and yet, such a fast one up and down a few miles. The surface barracks.
For all the D-13's schemes, the fact that they had hidden their barracks right underneath a normal barracks was ingenious. Flipping out a small book, with a familiar cross on it, he began to walk outside of the open barrack's premesis, heading into the forest with a knife and his Beretta, he headed into a meadow, nose stuck in the book. A habit he had developed, always reading the Bible before dinner, spending about half an hour on it. He was a sniper, so, most didn't ask, when they saw him heading out. But, on the way to his spot, he overheard some low-voiced chatting, in hushed voices. His steps become lighter then usual, he walked next to a tree, his feet almost inaudible. Familiar voices. It was Director Lancaster and Jonathan's father. "But, sir... you will approve my idea, right? Right?" Without a word, the Director walked off from the small spot in the woods. Jonathan's father's head was downcast, but his ears perked up. "...I know your here, Prototype #83. Come out, the Director's gone." Hastily putting his small book away into his belt, he took quiet steps, approaching his father from his right side. On closer inspection, it would almost appear as though they looked exactly the same, except that his father had had a full-grown beard and mustache, all equally white, deep heavy bags under his glazened eyes, much more wrinkles, and most noticeably of all, the look in his eyes that almost screamed 'sinister'. Immediatly as he took another step, closing the gap between them by a few feet, the resting arm blasted towards Jonathan's neck, and pulled him in, closer to the air, Jonathan holding onto the arm, pulling himself up so that he could breathe, but not a sign of struggle was on his face. "You piece of trash.. Aryan you are, but a disgraceful Aryan. Honestly, I care not if you live or die in this next battle... you're a failed prototype, anyways, thanks to Lancaster's meddlings." In return, nothing happened. Jonathan still just kept on looking, unflinching, keeping himself afloat, but not showing signs of discern or problems. "Stuttering dog... if your lucky, I may get you transferred into Arcane Academy, after this fight. Benzel did his job, right?" Only a nod came in return. "Good... now, out of my sight, you waste." Snarling with a deep German accent, he threw Jonathan against a tree, snapping the tree in half, Jonathan gasping at the sudden pain, his eyes widening. What he saw for the next few moments was just his father stalking off, out of the woods, until he disappeared. Pushing himself off the ground, Jonathan wiped off the dust and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to pray anymore, but, he wasn't angry. Odd... first time this had happened.* * * * * * * At 1730 hours... * * * * * * * Just a little bit until dinner. Jonathan was at the piano, his fingers arched over the pianos, pressing down on them playfully, as he made up a strange new tune that a friend had taught him called, 'Strangers in the Night'. Playing it several times over continously, until it was undistinguishiable when he was starting the song over, people began to crowd around, trying to imitate the singing without role-model, Jonathan smiling, others laughing, everyone enjoying themselves. A good time to pass the time, until, finally, dinner came around. Piping hot, and fairly fresh, even for an underground messhall, the beef stew with bread and other assortments of delicious foods were placed down, essentially to mark off a good 'last meal' from the cooks, to those who wouldn't be returning, although nothing was said on that matter. Finally, as everyone began to clean up, people began to organize themselves outside of the messhall, Jonathan being among the first, trying to get this done as quickly as possible. A run, a run, he wanted to run to see things, to think about things. Cracking open a pill in his mouth, he swallowed it, showing no discomfort, and began...* * * * * * * At 0200 Hours... * * * * * * * Marching, fully geared up, feet kicking up, back straight, gun carried over shoulder, butt of the rifle held in his left hand, up the ramps, boarding into one of the privately funded jets, with a solid black exterior on a horridly hot day. There were about three of these jets, filled to the brim with all sorts of various D-13 soldiers, from grenadiers, the feared gunmages, standard riflemen, various variations of technological magical users, and a very, very small pocket of snipers, Jonathan included. It was a very organized process. The pride of D-13 here, about to use their technologies and magical advances once more on the fields of battle. As the flight got started, monitors lowered down between every two seats, the face of one of their leading generals, Admiral Dugal, flickering on the blank screens. "As you all know... the course of this mission for us comes in Phase 1. Phase 1 is completed already, with your boarding, meaning the sergents have done their job." His face, Jonathan noted, was very lucid, as if amused by them all. Then again, there had been studies Jonathan had looked up on the internet. Some of those in head places of military positions were sometimes sociopaths or psychopaths. A possibility, but in Jonathan's place, this didn't matter. What did matter was that he shut up and followed orders, like a good soldier. "Your orders are simple. Hawk squad of Eyes Platoon will be scouting for us, whereas the rest of you will adjust the camps..." Just essentially the same orders as Benzel's, but just in more detail. Sitting comfortably, his generic sniper suit on, he sat, waiting, waiting. It was about fifteen minutes before they landed before he woke up again, among the first to get out. He had a job to do, after all.
The next few days were rather boring. To keep himself from feeling guilty of having a rather easy time, compared to those back in camp, working on the encampment, while he, with his squad, was just busy scouting for anything, he rolled out a few cans of petroleum, three, to be exact. From his watch post, up in a tree, he set them up, approximately four kilometers from each other. Days passed, as he watched using mostly just his own two eyes, behind his mask, utelizing 'Forest' and 'Ghost' to keep himself hidden, ocassionally using 'sniff' whenever a critter got close by, to deter it away from him. "Alright, Arcane, Blood, and all the others are here. We'll be moving out soon. Await orders." It was going to start sooner then Jonathan had anticipated, He clicked on the 'wink' button to acknowledge his acknowledgement to Benzel, switching the line to his squad he was put in charge of. "..aa... aao... O-okay squ-squad. Be-be re.. REA-dy to a-..At- ... Be on th-the m..move soon. W-ward, ya-you take f-f-f-front of the tre-trees. Loose forMATion." "Roger." "Roger." "Roger." "Roger." "Roger that." "Moving into position, sir."Pulling up his mask for a little bit, Jonathan popped in two E-killers. Now was not the time for emotion, especially now. He had a squad to look over, as a corporal. Had to cover them, make sure they were alright, and point out from a distance where they could go. His mask slid down on its own, as Jonathan slid himself in a more vantagous point up in his tree, watching as his squad made ready, Rodriguez and Ryan giving each other the thumbs up. Grimacing a little he slid open the scope on his M82A1. They were about to become battle buddies, fast-veterens, or at least, Ryan was. Rodriguez had a little experiance in various missions, but, they were on his team now. Alright.. just had to wait now. "Okay men!"Let's move out!" Pause. The Sergent was tuning Jonathan in. Thank you, Sarge. "Okay soldiers. The council has decided that all of us are to enter the jungle and head toward the Beast head quarters. Now, you all are probably afraid of things like traps and such, however, as mages, you should be able to detect things like that... So if you die it's your fault. Regardless, going in front will be The Blood Society's zombies....seeing as they are...well...dead and have no soul. Before them though will be the ninjas of the Monastery and the Covert Ops of D-13." "Y-you heard the man." said Jonathan tuning his own squad in. "Let's go!" Several winks lit up in his mask, as sign of acknowlegement. With that, Jonathan jumped down to a lower branch, and another one, looking behind him, already able to hear the marching. Zombies. Cannon fodder. But then, so were they. Almost grinning, he moved ahead, his M82A1 caressed in his right arm, ready to raise it up and fire, his own squad ahead of him by a few klicks or so. On the occasion, he would stop, and take a peek at his men, and had them report in on the status, before continuing on. His own method of keeping in check of them. "Sir, I've found some traps.. maybe C-4, maybe just some darts. Sir, proceed, or disarm them?" came in Ward. "Dis..disARM them then. I'll keep watch. Let's make sure they don't eat up all of o-our c-c-c-c... Ca... Cannon fodder, e-eh?" "Roger that sir." In the distance, some shots were being fired. The first casualties of war. "H-hurry." "Seventy-seconds, sir." "F-fifty." Keeping his scope ready, he watched as his men were gathered around something, some of them keeping watch, Rodriguez himself keeping a grenade at ready. Sadly, no gunmages on his squad, this time around.. perhaps father had pulled some strings again to 'test' Jonathan. But then.. something moved in the distance. Raising his scope, he watched... watched.. That thing was huge. Was that a spider? The beasts were employing spiders and snakes? Crap, there were hundreds of them. "Squ-squad. Retreat in five. We have contact. Ro-rod-rodriguez, throw one of you-your grenAdes i-in fro-fr-fro-FRO..FRONT OF YOU NOW, DA-DAMMIT!" He cursed his stuttering. They were already on them. "SIR, CONTACT!" "SIR, WE'RE RETREATING SIR! RYAN'S TAKEN A HIT TO THE LEFT ANKLE!" "RE-RETREAT, DAMMIT!" Bending down on one knee, he took aim. The biggest spider there seemed to be causing too much trouble. Zooming in X10. He could see its eyes... his fingers slowly hovered around the the trigger, very collectedly. Instinct told him not to fire yet. Wait. The spider was seemingly swallowing air. It was getting ready to spit. Now.
The sound of his M82A1 rang across the battlefield, watching, almost in slow motion as the bullet jetted into the spider's mouth, and came out the other end, spraying its own poisons on its comrades, further causing more chaos. By the time he had done that, his squad had retreated by a click or so. "Jonathan, Jonathan report! Have you made contact as well." "Sir. Y-yes sir." "I'm reporting to the commander. Fall back to the front." "Roger. All men, retreat to front, I'll provide covering fire." Winks inside his mask again, as he casted out the empty shell, taking aim again, then, aiming for the largest spiders. The grenade that Rodriguez had been ordered to use had never happened. Dammit again, his own stutterings. It was a matter of minutes, and two clips and seven rounds spent more, before his own squad had caught up to him, as he was again aiming. There were more beastmen now, to accompany their attack 'dogs'. Rodriguez came up, and patted his corporal, making misfire into a tree. Dammit. No time. "G-get yourself outta here to the front. I'll stay back for five, then I'...I'..I'll fall back as well." Nodding at this, Rodriguez and the others began to run past Jonathan, who was now, with his allies behind him, took a more stealthy approach, with 'Forest' already activated, he'd need all of his abilities... 'Sniff', 'Mutter', and 'Ghost'. Bang. Bang. Feuri Frei. Shell after shell was being used. What did he have left now? Dammit, only three more clips left. Kicking away the clips he had let fall, he soon began to retreat, tuning himself in to the next amount of orders."It's bad, contact with the enemy was made and we were out numbered..... Anyways, they're coming right now!" "Okay ladies" The commander said, giving comfort to the soldiers. "Lets go and kick some Demi-Human ass!" Ah... still a few klicks behind, give or take a few kilometers. Ack. He whipped around, his eyes already in his scopes, giving a quick turn-around. They were closing in, and some in the front had already begun the real battle, instead of these skirmishes. In the far away, he could've sworn he saw a few demons, a man with a huge green glowing cross, an Asian man or something, a huge water entity, some guy rushing past them... Ah. Arcane Academy. But then, a huge lizard erupted, from no where.. no, two of them! Jonathan began to take aim, watching carefully.. no. They were attacking the enemies, it seemed. Gah! So close to friendly fire! Thank God for training. "John 32:48" Wrong scripture. Ah well, no time to look at his Bible right now.
Some blasts before him soon erupted, and Jonathan realized he had been out of camaflogue for too long, using just 'Forest'. Dammit! Retreating back, further a little bit, bullets whizzed by him, as he became an apparent target. One of the unsaid rules of war was to never turn your back on an opponent.. he could hear them gaining on him. Dammit.. Wait. Bullets blasted in front of him, behind him. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, CORPORAL!" For once, even while running in this insane heat, Jonathan smiled. It was Lieutenent Sharlene Briskal. She pumped in another clip into her rifle, showing off a little of her lean muscles through her black suit, firing off a few rounds, bringing a radio to her head. "We need back up!" Dammit, they were starting to close in on them. They slowly began to give ground, hiding behind trees, Jonathan himself scoping out targets in particular. "Th-The one to the right! Wa-watch out!" "If we can break the back, surely the front will fall two, come on! I need more soldiers!" Sharlene barked into her radio."All forces forward" A commander yelled as the entire army rushed through the jungle...the jungles of death..... "Okay men" The commander said, psychically of course. "Just hold the lines for now. Air support is on their way to deal with these bastards... So all you gotta do is to let any stinking SOB to pass these lines you hear!!?" Everyone in the squad grinned. Suddenly, Rodriguez radioed back in. "Hey, corporal, we're joining back up with you, orders from Benzel!" "R-roger that." It was an annoying few minutes. People around Jonathan began to take hits and die, the magical medics doing what they could, but for the most part, those that were hit by the toxins seemingly either had to be pulled back, or they just died there. "Hey there bo-ack!" As a spider jumped up onto their group, crushing Rodriguez who just waved himself in. Dammit, he made himself a target!."GAaark..hrwuah.." "SH-SHIT! HARISSON! GET ON HIM NOW!" barked Jonathan, as he swivelled his M82A1, the spider turning to face.. him. Bye-bye. It quivered at the sudden blow it took, throughout its gigantic body, Jonathan pivoting to take aim at the next big target. "..Sir... Rodriguez.." "Put a sock in it then, and... f..f... F-FUCK! J-JUST FIr-f-FIRE!"Dammit. Dammit. Rodriguez... four years on the D-13. Dead. "Gra...AAAAAAUGH!" The pills must've worn off. He felt things go through him. Anger. Dammit, not now, had to keep cool.. Jonathan was seen, walking out in front of the squad, without cover or use of any special ability, his beretta in his right hand, aimed, his left hand docile at his side, his sniper rifle just hanging on his back. He fired several shots and kept walking. Many of the beastmen were stunned to see this, and more so to see some of their own die. There was a cold fury now.. a cold fury... "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WINTERS!? GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, NOW!" Turning around, to see Sharlene's face turn to horror, he pivoted in time, just to see an ogre, getting ready to smash him. Shit. This was it. With only his beretta out, and a few bullets left in, no time to make a clip change, he took aim.. and...Explosions blew Jonathan back. It took him a while before the yahooing finally made it all click. The calvary had arrived! Sitting up, he watched in amazement as the Beast army began to fall back, back... into the apparent fortress they had been informed about. "OKAY MEN! INTO THE FORTRESS" The commander yelled, only to later psychically rely the order. "Time to go in there and kick the ass of those Bastards!" Helicopters began to set down in the new clearing from the bombings, as more troops from the back, including Sergent Benzel, came in. Rushing forward, along with the rest of the D-13 squads, They all saluted, as Benzel began throwing Special-Ops suits at them. "Get yourself changed! We're infiltrating the main fortress and ending this now!" "SIR YES SIR!"* * * * * * * Fifteen Minutes Later * * * * * * * Jonathan rushed in, his squad still together.. except for Rodriguez, of course, having traded in his M82A1 for a more up-close and personal C-10 Canister rifle. With his special-ops suit on, he noted that he walked in much more easily. Dark. He flipped on nightvision. He almost regretted it. Not quite, he had taken a few E-Killer pills to take care of anymore emotional bravado. "So....many...bodies" "L-let's move." Again, winks. They proceeded through the corridor. There was suprisingly light resistence, except.. "Sir, clearing out rooms!" So much damn noise. Ah well, had to suck it up. Rodriguez would've just laughed at him. Busting in one of the doors, Harisson threw in a flash bang, pulled back, waiting for the small 'boom', and then rushed back in, firing randomly, then, firing at the targets on the ground, pulling back again to the side of the door, with a thumbs up to the rest. "Clear!" This proceeded for a while... but... there were so many bodies before they had come in. What gave?As they reached the end of the hall, Jonathan nodded, as one of his squadmates planted C-4 by one of the building's supporting girders. Too many reminders of Rodriguez. Had to focus. "T-take five men, s-set the charge f-fo-for an h-hour." His mask winked at him again from all his squadmates. Gathering around, hunched, they waited for further orders, the C-4 not quite armed, but timed. |
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Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jul 14, 2006 20:21:14 GMT -5
From Offense to Defense
The initial explosion set everything apart in the HQ, Kai, suddenly realizing that his usefulness was at an end. Damn. Would've been better to keep Sai out. Holding his hands up in the air, Hakfu began to release manual control.. his eyes popped open, finding himself laying against a piece of rubble. No time to waste.
"...DISMISS!"
Kai held up his hands in the air, as he slowly began to dissipitate, watching as more rock and fire began to blow up from the building. Hakfu's eyes widened, as he regained full control of his body. He held his hands up to his face, making sure everything was alright, and then looked around. What he saw was the Priest, going back and forth, picking people up, making sure they got out of the way. Shit. Wait, what was that roaring sound.. he could've sworn.. Hakfu, hobbling to his feet, peered over the large pieces of rubble. His eyes rounded about with fear. Holy shit.. A black dragon.
"Sai."
Whisking out his ritual dagger, he slit his left arm a little, in haste, spitting as he did, and wiped his blank tarot card across it, holding it up, throwing it in the air, while suddenly focusing his hands on it:
"Hirthos divinity watergo Kantan onsoona van firmanent des dei Sai."
[glow=blue,2,300][shadow=brown,left,300]"Ish nuu.[/shadow] [/glow]
A great splash appeard overhead, as Sai once again landed overhead, Hakfu feeling the drain on his own body, but not as bad as when Kai was out. Struggling to his feat, after being comatose for so long, he aimed his fan at the Priest, who was still moving in and about, trying to save lives, from the wreckage that was all around them, the building torn to pieces, and fires raging everywhere. Hakfu hobbled over to the Priest, Sai following him with a few simple steps, as he put his hand on the tall man's shoulder.
"..Thanks, Priest, for watching over me. I'll tend to them, now, get back in the game!"
Tapping his shoulder again, to make him stay, he pulled out his Ceremonial Fan, and pointed at him, his eyes focused squarely.
"Generosity de energe und oceanus blessun!"
[shadow=brown,left,300][glow=blue,2,300]"..Ish nuu."[/glow][/shadow]
Sai moved around, looking at Hakfu a little reluctantly. Although its energy had been restored, it had been abused previously, something it would not forget. Moving more towards the Priest with a casual air, it pressed its hands onto his shoulders, feeding in energy into him.
".. Again. "Generosity de energe und oceanus blessun!""
Looking incredously at Hakfu, Sai didn't even bother to respond, instead, just sending in more energy...
"AGAIN! "Generosity de energe und oceanus blessun!""
Sighing audibly, Sai fed in a little more of its energy. It had already used up a lot, and right when it had been summoned. Hakfu smiled at the Priest. There was now energy to spare, for the moment, as he felt a silent drain on his body, Sai obviously in need of more sustenence of Hakfu's soul. Bending down to one of the fallen Blood Society vampires, who looked cold, well, dead, he picked him up, and started walking outside, Sai following suit with a D-13 medic who had been knocked unconcious, and what appeared to be a D-13 bombing expert. Hurriedly, he rushed outside, Sai following him quickly, until he spotted.. Junpei, was it?
".. Hey there! We need someone to get into the fight against the damned dragon! Need an energy boost!?"
Hakfu Song is back on the supportive side!
The "Priest" have been granted "Ocean's Generosity"! +9 Energy to Both! -9 Energy from Sai!
Hakfu Song's energy is moderately low!
Sai's energy is moderately high!
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: "You will die."[/glow][/shadow]
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