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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 17, 2018 23:33:52 GMT
Shortly after that initial blast, the mountain pass quickly filled with the sound of clanging metal.
Unlike the rest, the Baalmon - having seen the blast come from a distance - had managed to maintain his position on the cliff. This was both a blessing and a curse: he avoided being flung out into the frozen wasteland, but it also made it incredibly obvious where he was, and the enemy was soon upon him.
There's no end to this.
Despite his internal complaint, the Baalmon didn't seem to be struggling as of yet. Each of his sword strikes hit home, each slashing through a different beast - some shaped after Digimon, some after 'random constructs'. Each cut caused the slashed creature to sputter, and collapse into a mass of white smoke and ice. With the stone held solidly in one of his pockets, he seemed to hold the advantage, at a glance...
... But, then again, the wizard opposing him hadn't even needed to step close yet.
"Hm, hm. So that's not going to be enough to even tire you out?" The Wisemon's tone was playful, snapping the book shut closed in his hand. Several yards away from the edge of the cliff, far away from Baalmon's blade, the Wisemon shook his head and pondered, clearly not taking this demon swordsman clearly. In fact, the Baalmon was already charging a blast, ready to end this with a single -
"Then how about lightning?" At that mere declaration, from the maelstrom of a storm above, a single arc of electricity rained from from the air, striking the swordsman dead in the back! He staggered, his own built-up energy dissipating, as he started to snarl.
"Oh, good, good! Let's make this fun - it's just you and me up here, after all!"
Required: Ultimate or Higher
Caution: Beware the Puppet Master
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 19, 2018 19:57:05 GMT
“This is foolish. Too dangerous.” The demonic digimon Dio repeated once again, his large body towering above a human, slightly hunched over with his wings extended to shield him from the rain. “Should go back.”
“I know.” The young man simply replied as he slowly trudged through the mountain pass. Had it been any other day, he would have gladly climbed on top of his partner and let the demon fly him to the top, but the unrelenting winds and sporadic lightning strikes from this hellish storm made that possibility even more dangerous than walking. “But where too far in to turn back.” He added, the grip on the warm coat around his body tightening.
The two couldn’t have found a worst day to try to reach the Snowflake village. Apparently they had to cross the mountain pass to get there, however. Sounded simple enough, and Carlos could use the exercise. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long a storm to form…quite honestly out of nowhere. The strength of the storm was enough to dissuade the man to try turn back, instead choosing to press forward, hoping to find a safe place to wait until the storm passed.
Dio, while quietly disagreeing with Carlos’ plan (as usual) knew he didn’t have much of a say in the matter, their choices now were pretty limited, so the NeoDevimon kept mostly quiet, keeping his annoyed (and possibly foul in nature) musings to himself.
It didn’t took longer for the duo to start hearing the distinct sound of metal clanging metal, so loud it could even be heard above the thunderous storm. Despite his best instincts, the man pressed forward, and both he and his partners were soon met with the sight of two digimon engaged in combat. A wizard and a swordsman, fighting on the mountain range in the middle of the storm. Talk about a good subject for an epic song.
Carlos would have been glad to let those two be, but he couldn’t help but stay around and witness the battle go on, the Baalmon valiantly standing his ground yes, but slowly being weakened by the Wisemon’s never ending magic and rather childish taunting (that was somehow still audible despite the rain), culminating in the wizard striking the warrior with a lightning bolt coming from the clouds above.
The man of white dyed hair widened his eyes in shock and surprise, as a terrible thought occurred to him.
Could Wisemon be the one in control of the storm? He had seen digimon capable of greater feats that defied normal laws of physics, a digimon being able to shape the weather seemed plausible enough. That and the Wisemon’s “How about lightning?” felt like a dead giveaway.
The two of them exchanged a glance for a moment, before the man slowly approached the wizard, the demon standing now a lot more close to him as he did so. While it was probably better to not jump to conclusions, the man couldn’t simply stay quiet in the rain while he waited for these two to finish killing eachother.
“Hey mister, I don’t know what your deal with that Baalmon is, but could you please lay off with the storm for a bit? We kinda need to cross.” He called out, somewhat unsurely, knowing full well how stupid of an idea this was, and knowing it was probably better to stay out of their fight, but hey, it didn’t hurt to ask.
Right?
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 20, 2018 0:33:01 GMT
"Tch." Whatever this Baalmon was made of, it was tough: struck head on by the bolt of electricity, a singe burnt straight through his cloak, the sword-master once more stood in defiance of the spellcaster. The Wisemon returned a grin, a boisterous chuckle escaping from under his cloak. "That's what I want to see from you. C'mon, make it a little more interesting - hm?"
What was that? Hearing that rather curious question, the Wisemon's turned to face the human, another pair of icy constructs conjured up to distract the swordsman. "Oh, my apologies, my dear sir!" The magician spoke naturally, as if genuinely apologetic for the pair's convenience! "But the storm's not something I can so readily stop - I'm not the one who made it. That said, there's no way down if you simply go across here. You need to go back about four-hundred yards, take a right, and turn back around. You'll reach Snowflake right at the-"
"Right. Forgive me for this, you two." With those two monsters slashed away into ice and steam, the Baalmon sheathed his blade, and gave a fierce stare right at Carlos and Dio. At once, the small slit on his bandana opened, a fierce red eye glaring right at both of them.
Should they keep eye contact, even for a second, a fierce anger would coarse through their body - a sheer injection of bloodlust, meant to drive the pair to combat! "Help me with this Wizard, and I'll take you wherever you need to go!"
"Tch... why listen to him? He's the one trying to drag you two into our personal spat!"
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 20, 2018 21:33:07 GMT
For a change of pace, the Wisemon seemed like a relatively friendly guy all things considered, and while he didn’t seem too keen (and supposedly able) to stop the storm, he did offer some directions for the duo to follow to avoid getting in their duel. Perhaps the Wisemon was being a bit too nice for Carlos’ liking, almost as he were hiding something. But…he was giving them directions to follow, which was more than he could have asked for. Dio meanwhile kept glaring at him in a suspicious way, his gaze every so often checking on the Baalmon, who seemingly was too busy fighting the wizard’s constructs to offer anything to the table. Regardless, this was still two unknown digimon fighting for their own reasons, and Carlos didn’t see a good enough reason to get involved. Just as he was turning to leave however, the Baalmon directly addressed the two, first sounding apologetic for some reason, before asking them to stay and fight for him. “I don't think we…” Carlos wasn’t able to finish his sentence, or even his train of thought, as he stared in the warrior’s direction to reply he saw a flicker, a momentary flash of pure red coming from him. For a moment, he could have sworn he had imagined it, a hallucination brought forth by stress or lack of sleep. But then both he and Dio felt it. Slowly, gently, both his body and mind seemed to loosen up, growing numb for a moment…before being taken over by something else entirely. His pulse slowly accelerated, his breathing became frantic as his pupils dilated and twitched a bit. A throbbing seemed to be taking over his head, like a drum being banged against his head with every heart pump. Dio seemed to be going through more or less the same as the man, claws gripping at his head as if trying to hold the sudden flow of pure… bloodlust coursing through his being. Both Carlos and Dio were quite literally seeing red. And as they looked ahead and they saw Wisemon again, a sudden uncontrollable urge took over, replacing any rational thought they might had. One of them was fueled by an old, familiar instinct, something any worthy Virus type digimon would be familiar with, and especially one so closely related to the Demon Lords as he was. The urge to fight. The other simply let his own primal human instinct take over, his adrenaline rising to almost unbearable levels as his body tensed, teeth biting into his lips as if trying to suppress the need to yell. That all too human survival instinct was kicking in. But both agreed on the same thing. They didn’t know why, nor did they care, but they needed to attack that wizard now. “Run.” Was the last coherent word the demon could mutter out in a forced monotone voice, his body arching back and letting out a blood curling scream to the heavens above. A scream filled with nothing but sheer anger. The man was the first to charge forward surprisingly enough, brandishing nothing more than a rock he recently picked from the ground. Ironic how the most rational one of the duo was just as easily affected by Baalmon’s power as the demon, who with every evolution seemed to become easier and easier to manipulate. As Dio ran torwards the wizard he seemingly reached out with one hand and knocked the human to a side, maybe by accident, or maybe as one last conscious reflex to try to keep his tamer out of harms way. The man fell to the ground with a grunt, while Dio continued his advance, letting out another rage filled scream as he closed in the distance with the wizard. The demon’s claws glowed with a purple light, the sharp tips being encased by long needles of pure evil energy.
Log: Dio charges forward in Wisemon’s direction and activates D-Nail.[RAM Upgrade Giga] D-Nail: Focusing power on either of his clawed hands, Dio summons forth a set of sharp needle like blades of pure, glowing purple energy enveloping his fingers. Having an advanced form now means he’s finally able to wield this power somewhat efficiently, no longer making it elemental. The blade will disappear after either three successful attacks or a block, and can only be used for either attack or defense per activation (it can't used to block after doing one swing). Three posts cooldown. |
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 20, 2018 23:42:45 GMT
"Oi, oi, why are you two going after me? Its that damn swordsman that used the spell on you!" The Wisemon was quick to protest Carlos' and Dio's inherited attitude, but to the sorcerer's dismay, it seemed that his jovial sense of diplomacy wasn't going to see his way through it. Heck, even the human seemed intent on lodging a complaint with that sharpened stone, until the NeoDevimon knocked the tamer away from the fight.
Tch... and now the wizard would have to divide his attention! With Dio right in his face, he couldn't spare too much concentration elsewhere: edging himself further away from the cliff - and away from Baalmon's range - Wisemon snapped open that book, almost looking like he broke the cover!
"Fine, have it your way - Binding Scripture!"
The symbols of Digital Script on the page reacted, quite literally peeling themselves off the paper, in an effort to snake around the NeoDevimon's arms, and 'tighten'. Should it take hold, the Wisemon would try and pin the demon's arms against his side, while simultaneously muttering something under his breath. With each word, a symbol would light up and pulse red - was he trying to read the midair incantation?
Either way, the wizard wasn't home free: as those nails extended, he was very much in range. If he was just a moment too slow, he might still be raked across the chest!
"Just like that." The Baalmon's tone was low, hand held on that sheathed blade, ready to draw. Slowly but surely, a black aura built up around the hilt...
Log:
Wisemon uses 'Binding Scripture'!
Baalmon charges something! |
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 21, 2018 4:22:51 GMT
The wizard's words fell on deaf ears, the demon's rage fueled craze keeping him from hearing anything but his own breathing, the Wisemon's voice being but a droning sound muffled out by the rain. Even as he lunged forward with his claws Dio could barely make out much more than a red silhouette. It didn't matter, it had to be cut down.
That said he did notice a small shift in the silhouette, a sudden burst of energy as the wizard didn't just stood there, using some of his magic to try and defend himself from Dio's wrath.
The bindings would come a bit too late however, as the NeoDdevimon would still be able to get one good slash in with his claws, the energy nails giving him just enough range to reach out for the Wisemon before the bindings hit. Unless the hooded wizard dodged, that attack would most likely land.
Still, claws hitting their mark or not did not stop the magical symbols from wrapping around Dio's arms, pinning both of them against the side of his body, restricting his movements, the demon squirming and kicking in an attempt to break free.
Meanwhile Carlos slowly got up from the rocky floor with a pained groan. His partner had not hold back too much when he pushed him aside a moment ago, his arm having taken most of the impact. Not broken luckily, just very, very pained. That said, it seemed the sudden burst of anger was starting to wear off, at least from the human, replaced by a momentary feeling of dizziness. Whatever that Baalmon had done to him, it would certainly give him a headache in the morning.
Or in five minutes.
Dio attempts to slash Wisemon with D-Nail. He's now bound by "Binding Scripture".
Durations:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail: (2/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 21, 2018 23:27:58 GMT
"Tch!"
That was definitely a little more reach than Wisemon was expecting - feeling a deep cut slide right into the shoulder of his open arm, the sorcerer backed up an additional foot, letting that powerful binding slepp wrap its way around the NeoDevimon. Rather than enraged, though, the wizard still managed to keep a calm expression on his face. "Hmph. Sorry that you were ever dragged into this - I really am." Those words continued to wrap around, intent on keeping the demon's legs and arms, as well as even one of his wings, in place.
"Unfortunately, I don't really have the time to let you down gently. So take a good look down, and use that one wing to try and aim yourself at something soft, alright? Surely you can manage that - damn it!" Scratch that, the Baalmon was still on him: a dark wave of energy pulsed out, slicing through that suspended line of words before the spell was completed. Dio would be completely free of the binds that held him.
Thus, Wisemon quickly moved to improvise: "Forbidden Passage!" This... this was an interesting one for the Wisemon to try. His book glowed, suspending itself in midair, the text glowing right on the page, as the Wisemon pulled back. By itself, it seemed to do nothing - but if anyone in the group thought otherwise, and tried to read the glowing letters on the page, they'd find themselves drawn right toward the pages themselves!
Wisemon is injured by D-Nail, and Binding Passage is interrupted by Baalmon.
Wisemon attempts 'Forbidden Passage' - the first to look directly at its pages would be drawn towards the book, into a sealing spell! |
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 22, 2018 21:57:34 GMT
Just as Dio found himself unable to move anything but one wing, he could now feel how his bloodlust seemed to slow down just a bit. Only now did the demon realize just the kind of situation he had been dragged into. Which ironically enough made him even angrier, though his anger was now directed at that Baalmon who for all Dio knew was perfectly willing to endanger him and Carlos just to protect his own hide. If they both made it out alive he’d have a long conversation with the warrior. Alas, despite his struggles the binding words would keep him from moving, his only free wing flapping around desperately in an attempt to somehow free himself, to no avail. It was clear what Wisemon was planning, despite his calm tone, and even Dio couldn’t help but shoot a somewhat nervous look at the chasm below, large, sharp stones adorning the mountain side all the way down. That was a long, painful fall. One that even an Ultimate level digimon would be hard-pressed to come out unscathed, or even survive such a thing. Luck would smile in the NeoDevimon’s favor once again however, as Baalmon finally made his move, shooting directly at the wizards bounding scriptures, releasing the demonic digimon. Ok, so Baalmon cared just enough to protect Dio. Or at least he didn’t want to lose a valuable combat asset yet. Regardless, as Dio landed swiftly back on the ground, even the prideful demon lord couldn’t help but nod once in the other digimon’s direction. “Appreciated.” He thanked in his usual stilted monotone. With that said however, now that the rage had subdued, the demon suddenly remembered something important… Turning around for a moment, his eyes searched for the human’s location, though he found the man not too far from his position, no longer prone on the ground but sitting now, massaging his head as if trying to fight back a migraine. Unfortunately for said human, he made the mistake of glancing upwards to at the wizard, his gaze naturally drawn to the sudden light emanating from his open book, and almost unconsciously tried to make out what was written there. Somehow, doing that made his headache get worse for a moment. He could see the glowing sigils and symbols in there. Whispering his name. Calling to him. Dragging him forward. Dio’s eyes widened in fear as he witnessed this, one claw reaching forward in the direction of the human. “DON’T-” But it was too late. Without being fully aware of why exactly those words made him feel sick, a sudden, powerful force took over him. The man did not even have enough time to scream as the Wisemon’s magic suddenly lifted his body from the ground, rapidly propelling him upwards in the direction of the open book. Dio, seeing this happen rapidly turned to the Wisemon. At this distance it would be physically impossible for him to grab a hold of Carlos before it was too late…and even then perhaps it would be for naught. So with a jump he desperately ran in the wizard’s direction, doing the only thing his reflexes allowed him to. In a split second his six eyes glowed with intensity, before a long thin red beam of energy shot out from them, aiming not for the Wisemon, but rather his book. It was a gamble, and even if it did work he’d probably be open to an attack. It didn’t matter, his well being didn’t matter to him then. All he cared was to keep his tamer, the man that had saved his life twice before, safe from harm.
Carlos was the first to look directly at the pages and is now being drawn to the book! Dio attempts to shoot his Red Ray at the book in an attempt to stop the spell. Red Ray: Fires a long ranged (100ft) red energy beam from his visor. This attack is not particularly powerful damage wise, but can easily pierce through armor of its same level and below. Three posts cooldown. Durations: Attacks remaining on D-Nail (2/3) Cooldowns: Red Ray (0/3) |
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 22, 2018 22:49:42 GMT
Ah, such a fun technique. Despite its foreboding and honestly telling name, there was just something about an alluring red light and scary letters that would just make someone look over in that direction. Unfortunately, it couldn't pull in multiple targets at once. If he managed to catch the Baalmon, the fight was over - if he caught Dio, he was just back to square one.
But no - the far more interesting result came to be: he managed to catch Carlos in his spell. The white-haired twenty-something would almost appear to be stretched out, sinking right into the binding of the book. Of course, Dio had an objection - but as the spell was already started, it was simply a matter of grasping the top of the pages, and pulling the text off to the left!
"Oh, sorry, won't make it that easy!" The Wisemon chuckled, snapping the covers of that tome shut. The tamer would find himself in quite a jarring place, at that: suspended in space, he'd find himself surrounded by so much text, black on white, in innumerable languages and fonts... as well as feel the constant scratch of a quill pen right next to his ear. The sound was persistent, the sensation long-standing...
... But outside, the wizard just gave a chuckle. "But relax, relax - your human's fine. See? You're still a NeoDevimon. The Digital Light shines well from my tome." Indeed, that book did have the same color glow as Dio's Digivice - but what did that mean? The Baalmon grit his teeth, resting the blade on his shoulder.
"You just shouldn't have gotten involved at all. But tell ya what. Stay out of this fight, and he'll be given back to you as he was. Though... I may be more incentivized if you help me take out this swordsman?"
The Wisemon chuckled, those dark manipulating words hanging in the air. Did Dio even have a choice?
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 23, 2018 14:24:04 GMT
Despite the digital demon’s best attempts there was no stopping the spell from completing, no way of keeping Carlos from being bound to the book, his whole being twisted and stretched as he disappeared into the cursed grimoire’s pages. In the blink of an eye, Carlos found himself lost in a most bizarre location, seemingly endless white that stretched in every conceivable direction, his only company black scrawling off many different fonts, letters, numbers, symbols. That, compounded by the seemingly never ending sound of a pen scratching on paper right next to him gave this realm, this plane of existence a rather surreal, maddening air to it, like he had been sucked inside a Dali painting. It felt so lifeless, so desolate…so lonely. So isolated from the real world, he wasn’t able to even hear anything happening “outside”… “CARLOS!!!” Dio screamed, his monotone disappearing for a moment, replaced with a tone of pure anguish. This…this couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. He had been safe and sound a mere second before! Before he did anything too rash however, the Wisemon spoke again, his reassuring him of Carlos' well being in a rather light, if taunting tone. He was right; if was still able to maintain his Ultimate form, the man had to still be very much alive. Not like that knowledge calmed his anger any, he still very much wished to rip Wisemon’s head clean off his body. But the wizard had other plans, instead offering back his human back in one piece…for a price of course. Either he stayed out of this, or he switched to the Wizard’s side. While in any other situation he would have been glad to dig his claws deep into his enemy’s digital flesh and rip that wretched core of his out, he knew Wisemon had complete reign over Carlos’ fate right now, and there was no telling what he would do to the man if Dio disobeyed. It’s not like he would be able to avenge his human if that Wisemon decided he was done playing with them, his power was completely tied to Carlos’ life after all, like an invisible leash that was now completely in the wizard’s hand. “Bastard…” Dio cursed under his breath, hands clenching and his body tensing in anger. So this was how it was going to be? He turned around, his movements being slow and careful, as if trying to stall for time. There was a moment of hesitation as he looked up at Baalmon, clearly Dio was not happy with this turn of events, nor with what he was going to do. But in the end all he really cared for was keeping Carlos safe. Everyone else was expendable…especially those in the way of ensuing his safety. “This is your fault!” His eyes glowed red with determination while he glowered at the now opposing Baalmon. Was he yelling that to him, the Wisemon, or himself? It didn’t matter, the demon charged forward, bringing his still glowing claws down with the intent of slashing into Baalmon, his stoic and silent façade broken as he let out a metallic sounding scream of pure rage.
A majorly pissed off Dio charges at Baalmon and tries to slash at him with D-Nail.
[RAM Upgrade Giga] D-Nail: Focusing power on either of his clawed hands, Dio summons forth a set of sharp needle like blades of pure, glowing purple energy enveloping his fingers. Having an advanced form now means he’s finally able to wield this power somewhat efficiently, no longer making it elemental. The blade will disappear after either three successful attacks or a block, and can only be used for either attack or defense per activation (it can't used to block after doing one swing). Three posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail (2/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 23, 2018 23:36:19 GMT
Oh, this was like having putty in the palm of his hand - Dio was left to the Wisemon's whims, and there was nothing the poor little imp could do about it! As soon as the wizard saw the contorted look in the NeoDevimon's face, he knew he had one the beast over, giving a small grin to the Baalmon on the cliff-side.
The swordsman, meanwhile, simply gave a sigh. Right, the writing was on the wall, and this little gamble had made this situation much harder for him. But he couldn't back down: even if it meant losing this innocent tamer, what was at stake was far more than a single life. Flicking his wrist, that red blade cracked out into the shape of a whip, the Baalmon rolling his head, cracking his neck.
"Come at me without regret."
"With pleasure, Baalmon!" As if only to aggravate Dio further, the Wisemon focused a spell upon the NeoDevimon's back - not an attack, but one of 'empowerment'. He'd feel extra strength in his wings, tighter and stronger muscle in his arms - heck, he'd feel 'ready' to tear this swordsman a new one! That charge was made much more terrifying by this buff, the swordsman letting out a 'tch' as he gave a back-step, the D-Claw tearing deep into his right arm.
To Dio's own right, though, he'd see the swordsman's cloak flick open - a number of holy tags sharpening outward. "Paper Maelstrom!" Like a myriad of blades, they'd flick outward and aim to stab directly into the NeoDevimon's face and the top of his chest, intent on dealing several deep puncture wounds in short order. Should he stagger, this would be followed by a left cross aimed between the demon's eyes!
Wisemon has used 'Gift of the Mighty' on Dio!
Baalmon used 'Paper Maelstrom'!
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 25, 2018 0:20:24 GMT
It seemed as though Baalmon wouldn’t back down either. Just as well, it’s not like Dio expected things to be easy for him. As he charged at the caped swordsman Dio could feel the wizard blasting him on the back with a spell, the force of the impact pushing him even further forward. Much to his surprise, it wasn’t a spell meant to harm (though he wouldn’t have put friendly fire past Wisemon) but rather one to help the demon, the strength behind his every move increasing and bolstering as the magic coursed through his being. He brought his glowing claws down, digging deep into the Baalmon’s right arm, an angry snarl escaping him as he did so. Tried as he might, even if he was partially responsible, he took no pleasure in battling him. But…Carlos’ life was at stake, he couldn’t hold himself back. Taking advantage of his enhanced strength and speed he was able to flick aside some of the papers aimed for his face, the few that he wasn’t able to block slightly denting his metal mask, though luckily none of them managed to pierce the think metal. That said Dio wasn’t so lucky with the rest of the attack, the small slips being as sharp as tiny razor blades burying on the demon’s unprotected chest, small droplets of code leaking out of his new wounds. Dio let out a pained snarl, but did not falter, the strengthening spell and adrenaline numbing out the pain slightly, lunging with his claws raised once again as electricity accumulated on his arm. The following attack to the face however was enough to make the NeoDevimon reel back for a moment, possibly letting his guard down for a short moment , thought that didn’t stop him from sending a burst of dark lighting in the warrior’s direction.
Dio partially blocks Paper Maelstrom, but is still injured by it. Dio uses System Shock against Baalmon. System Shock: Charges up power within his arms, releasing a relatively short ranged (40ft) electrical arc from his hands. Deals heavy damage and lowers the enemy’s defense by 25% for two posts. Three post cooldown Cooldowns: Red Ray (2/3) System Shock (0/3) Durations: Attacks remaining on D-Nail (1/3) |
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 25, 2018 0:59:20 GMT
The Baalmon didn't want this fight either - but at this point, it was something beyond either of their control. No evil, no right, no wrong: just two Digimon fighting for their own 'noble' causes, as the Wisemon nefariously observed at a distance. Even if Dio failed, wouldn't the Baalmon simply be easy picking for the sorcerer?
This was all the more reason for the swordsman to keep up the pressure, and try and end this fight as quickly as possible. The Paper Maelstrom and the heavy hit to the face was returned by Dio's own efforts, a heavy bolt of dark electricity pouring into him from short range! Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself so as not to lose any ground - flicking that fist and his wrist away from the mask.
After all, this was the same hand carrying the bladed whip! Taking a step forward, he continued forth with that motion, to allow that weapon to lash straight across Dio's chest, to leave a much bigger and messier cut than before. Left as it was, this would be like running a scythe right at the bottom of the NeoDevimon's ribs - he was outright trying to cut this demon in half!
Log:
Baalmon braces himself for System Shock, heavily damaged by the electricity - but he persists, carrying forth with the motion of the hook in front of Dio. The bladed whip would follow along with the arm - left unimpeded, the blade would run across the top of Dio's chest!
Baalmon uses 'Bladed Whip, Dashebian'!
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Post by Carlos Rey on May 26, 2018 4:01:27 GMT
Truth be told even as he tried to slash his enemy appart, Dio was still trying to think of another way out. Something in his gut told him that Wisemon wouldn’t hold his end of the bargain, and even if he did who could say if there wouldn’t be strings attached? But maybe, if he played his cards right, he’d be able to trick the wizard, and perhaps turn things around once again. Now if only this Baalmon would stop being so stubborn and actually cooperate with him, it would be much easier to think of a solution. Especially if the swordsman would stop trying to attack him at every chance he got. At this rate it would devolve into a pure battle of attrition, one that Dio wasn’t sure if he’d be able to win. Not like he had another choice but to fight at this point. The Dark Lord took step backwards due to the impact of Baalmon’s hook, Dio gripping at his mask in pain for a moment. His foe did not leave him even a moment to catch his breath, charging forward with blade in hand, clearly intending to slice Dio in two. Taken off guard by the speed of the attack the NeoDevimon jumped backwards to escape the attack, but wasn’t quite enough to completely avoid it, the bladed whip would still manage to do a mostly superficial (but still just as painful) cut on the demon’s chest. He cried in pain, claws clutching on his newly opened wound, a rather nasty looking gash traced along his chest. The virus digimon’s pained breathing was becoming more noticeable. His wounds were mounting. He had to turn this around and fast. Glaring at the Baalmon once again, his free D-Claw less hand would start glowing, a fiery red aura surrounding it, emanating an ominous energy signature that would be easy to recognize to anyone somewhat aware of the rulers Dark Area. More specifically, from the old Demon Lords. Leaping forwards yet again, his wings flapping once to give him a bigger impulse he’d lunge at the Baalmon. Left unimpeded his red claw would soon retaliate against the swordsman in kind, slashing him across his chest…as well as taking something else for Dio’s gain. “Please. Stand. Down.” He would say, his tone halfway between a command and a begging. But he already knew the answer. He was just trying to stall for time, still looking for a way out. There had to be one.
Dio is hurt by Bladed Whip, Dashebian, and counterattacks with Faustian Bargain.
Faustian Bargain: Slashes the enemy with dark energy, cutting deep into their very code causing medium damage and stealing a small bit of data on the process to heal himself by half of the damage caused. Three posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Red Ray (3/3)
System Shock (1/3)
Faustian Bargain (0/3)
Durations:
Attacks remaining on D-Nail (1/3) |
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D-Reaper Scout
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Never The End
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on May 26, 2018 20:26:21 GMT
Tch... too shallow.
As Dio recoiled and stepped away from that slash, an expression of pure frustration entered the Baalmon's face. This wasn't good - his arm was already heavily damaged, and the electricity coursing through his system likely meant that his body wasn't going to respond as he would like for much longer. Even if he could beat Dio, that still left the Wisemon, the sorcerer still looming over in the background.
Worse, this NeoDevimon seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. With that last attack pushing him over the edge, the winged demon let out a rather terrifying aura - one that even made Baalmon's eyes widen in surprise. The Wisemon, however, gave a hearty laugh: "Oho! You just continue to surprise me, dear NeoDevimon! I didn't know you took after Gluttony, of all things." He didn't have a shred of concern in his voice, his fingers simply curling around that book.
Baalmon didn't have much choice, even with Dio's threat: the demon's continued pressure forced him to stand his ground. Unable to use his wounded arm to brace the whip, the swordsman instead retracted the whip back to its blade form and swung out, intent on drawing with the claw sent to rake across his chest. Should they clash, the rock underneath the Baalmon would start to crack, from the sheer force and leverage of Dio's strike.
His pleading struck a chord - and Baalmon responded: "If I let that wizard do as he pleases, demon, there won't be a Northern Prominence up here. Not in the same way you think of it now." His resolve was clear, pride and determination deep in the swordsman's expression. Slowly, his injured arm gave a twitch, fist tensed as he reeled it back.
"Hate me if you want, but I can't afford mercy!" If he managed that draw, he'd step forward - and even with that injured hand, would let out another hook - this time, in line with the very wound he had just cut across Dio's chest!
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