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Best part is we have at least twice as much written that hasn't even been posted yet. :3
I know that feel.
As ever, this human was proving far more tenacious than he had any right to be.
The man’s bayonet scraped and cut at the back of the demon’s hand. The weapon was pushed back by the impact, forcing the human into a turn that was bound to knock him off-balance, and would have dislocated a lesser man’s shoulder.
Had Fenn managed to continue his charge uninterrupted, the man would have been surely trampled under him. However, just as the weapon was swept back in Fenn’s direction, a peculiar noise reached the demon’s ears, along with the feeling of something tapping the center of his chest.
A thunderclap followed.
Fenn rocked back, a massive impact halting his momentum and forcing him onto his rear legs. He stumbled a step, swiftly becoming aware of a painful ringing in his years, followed by a dozen small aches across his body, where shrapnel had embedded itself between his scales. Tendrils of steam flowed from the wounds, the blood quickly evaporating as it touched the outside air.
That had been a kind of explosive, he realized, but was baffled by the idea that the human had chosen to use it in such close-quarters. He could not have been farther than four meters to cut at his claws. Had it been bravery or recklessness? Certainly, Fenn could not think of any other way the small creature could have avoided his charge at such close distances without leaving himself at his mercy than to make use of such dangerous toys.
Fenn’s eyes refocused, but the demon remained in his upright position, slightly hunched forward as he towered over the human. Steel clattered against the concrete as links of chain became unraveled.
“Such courage is wasted on your kind, Hunter,” he rumbled. “It will kill you as surely as I will.”
The man’s bayonet scraped and cut at the back of the demon’s hand. The weapon was pushed back by the impact, forcing the human into a turn that was bound to knock him off-balance, and would have dislocated a lesser man’s shoulder.
Had Fenn managed to continue his charge uninterrupted, the man would have been surely trampled under him. However, just as the weapon was swept back in Fenn’s direction, a peculiar noise reached the demon’s ears, along with the feeling of something tapping the center of his chest.
A thunderclap followed.
Fenn rocked back, a massive impact halting his momentum and forcing him onto his rear legs. He stumbled a step, swiftly becoming aware of a painful ringing in his years, followed by a dozen small aches across his body, where shrapnel had embedded itself between his scales. Tendrils of steam flowed from the wounds, the blood quickly evaporating as it touched the outside air.
That had been a kind of explosive, he realized, but was baffled by the idea that the human had chosen to use it in such close-quarters. He could not have been farther than four meters to cut at his claws. Had it been bravery or recklessness? Certainly, Fenn could not think of any other way the small creature could have avoided his charge at such close distances without leaving himself at his mercy than to make use of such dangerous toys.
Fenn’s eyes refocused, but the demon remained in his upright position, slightly hunched forward as he towered over the human. Steel clattered against the concrete as links of chain became unraveled.
“Such courage is wasted on your kind, Hunter,” he rumbled. “It will kill you as surely as I will.”
@Hantu Kongkek I'll assume Snider will at least get blasted away by the grenade. If he shot it out while close enough to gore at Fenn's claw, he will be well within the blast zone.
Say, we might need an interruption. These two characters are not really liable to stop and go their separate ways until one of them is dead.
Say, we might need an interruption. These two characters are not really liable to stop and go their separate ways until one of them is dead.
@Hantu Kongkek Most if not all of the details pertaining to the character are in the bio.
Fenn's shackles are fairly wide, but they're not really acting as a shield. The chains coming out of them envelop much of his arms. Much of Fenn's body is covered in scales. I am aware spraying is a thing. Fenn is large. Assume most bullets landed. Most either ricocheted off the chains, off the scales, or sunk shallowly into softer areas closer to articulations. Near the shoulders and elbows, I would suppose. Similar areas in his lower body too, perhaps. Fenn is twice as tall as a human when on all fours. Fenn, not the human. Think of it as an elephant-sized bear in a berserker rage bearing down on the character.
Fenn is supposed to be a tank. He's more like some of the boss character in DMC. He won't be dodging a lot of stuff from the smaller action protagonists, but he will take a lot to slow down.
EDIT: If itano doesn't show up, I'm willing to work on the fight as a collab, or something of the sort, to ensure we are both satisfied with the end product.
Fenn's shackles are fairly wide, but they're not really acting as a shield. The chains coming out of them envelop much of his arms. Much of Fenn's body is covered in scales. I am aware spraying is a thing. Fenn is large. Assume most bullets landed. Most either ricocheted off the chains, off the scales, or sunk shallowly into softer areas closer to articulations. Near the shoulders and elbows, I would suppose. Similar areas in his lower body too, perhaps. Fenn is twice as tall as a human when on all fours. Fenn, not the human. Think of it as an elephant-sized bear in a berserker rage bearing down on the character.
Fenn is supposed to be a tank. He's more like some of the boss character in DMC. He won't be dodging a lot of stuff from the smaller action protagonists, but he will take a lot to slow down.
EDIT: If itano doesn't show up, I'm willing to work on the fight as a collab, or something of the sort, to ensure we are both satisfied with the end product.
Fenn had to praise the human’s reflexes, if nothing else. The improvised missile he had thrown his way had been stopped on its tracks, kept at bay by a combination of sure-footing and a swift interception at the hands of the blades stuck at the end of the man’s weapon.
But in order to do that, the man had chosen to stand still at the face of the demon’s charge, and Fenn would not be halted nearly as easily. If the human sought to overpower him, he would find his efforts to be deeply inadequate.
As Fenn closed, hot in the heels of his projectile, the hunter’s machine gun let out its heavy report. Passingly familiar with this era’s weapons, the beast rose one of its thick arms, using it to shield its eyes. Metal slammed and plinked off against enchanted chain and hardy scales. Through the battle-haze descending on Fenn’s mind, the few bullets that managed to find the softer spots in his armor registered as little more than stabbing pinpricks to the hulking beast.
Pieces of the demolished bench were just beginning to clatter against the plaza’s floor by the time Fenn closed the distance with his quarry, and the arm that had shielded the demon’s face until then whipped out in a vicious backhand towards the hunter’s midsection.
But in order to do that, the man had chosen to stand still at the face of the demon’s charge, and Fenn would not be halted nearly as easily. If the human sought to overpower him, he would find his efforts to be deeply inadequate.
As Fenn closed, hot in the heels of his projectile, the hunter’s machine gun let out its heavy report. Passingly familiar with this era’s weapons, the beast rose one of its thick arms, using it to shield its eyes. Metal slammed and plinked off against enchanted chain and hardy scales. Through the battle-haze descending on Fenn’s mind, the few bullets that managed to find the softer spots in his armor registered as little more than stabbing pinpricks to the hulking beast.
Pieces of the demolished bench were just beginning to clatter against the plaza’s floor by the time Fenn closed the distance with his quarry, and the arm that had shielded the demon’s face until then whipped out in a vicious backhand towards the hunter’s midsection.
@Hantu Kongkek
Was thinking something along the lines of this. Metal and wood, but fixed to the ground.
And itano hasn't really posted in the OOC since he left his character sheet, has he? Took me a moment to find his character once I realized it wasn't in the character section.
Was thinking something along the lines of this. Metal and wood, but fixed to the ground.
And itano hasn't really posted in the OOC since he left his character sheet, has he? Took me a moment to find his character once I realized it wasn't in the character section.
Fire and steel.
Under the pungent smell of sweat and chemicals, diluted as it was by the falling rain, this human reeked of it. It was a very familiar smell to the beast staring across at the hunter from slitted, amber eyes.
The monster’s name was Fenn, and a few others had come before this one, seeking to slay him – as all valiant warriors were to slay dangerous beasts that appeared within their domain, he supposed. In his experience, battle required little to no justification. So far, all who found him had met their end at the demon’s claws.
Their fragility was shameful, but what more could be expected of vermin?
His mind had not been changed on first seeing the two men. Neither looked particularly remarkable to the large beast, towering well over the hunters even when prowling on all fours, but this unimpressive appearance seemed to be a staple of humanity as a whole. Fenn had attempted to avoid them, not caring for another disappointing opponent.
When they managed to catch his trail, then chased and forced him into a confrontation, however, his interest was piqued.
He was of a mind to test them.
The younger of the two – something that became immediately apparent the moment he opened his mouth – had approached him and tried to settle matters peacefully. The naiveté was astounding. Had they truly wished for a peaceful solution, they should have known better than to seek him out. The demon hoped the one blow he had delivered to the whelp adequately conveyed his thoughts on the matter. This was the first time he felt he could enjoy himself in this world, and he would not be robbed of the opportunity.
The one smelling of conflict taunted him. Fenn bared his fangs, his mane flaring into a blaze with a sizzling sound. From between the links of chain enveloping arms like tree trunks, licks of flame peeked out. Slitted eyes followed the human’s movement, while keen ears listened for any hint of interruptions, or of the other hunter getting up.
Woefully unaware of his rightful place, was this one. Unlike the boy, however, this one had remained at a prudent distance, far enough that Fenn could not simply swat him aside. It meant little. The distance could be closed in a single bound. Still, he matched the human’s pacing, the wet scales that covered most of his body reflecting the fire dancing along his extremities.
“Terrified.” The voice was coarse and cavernous, more of a growl than a word, but the irony was clear to anyone listening. “I have been sorely disillusioned by your companion. I fear you will be just as disappointing.”
The demon stopped, his pacing having brought him near some of the plaza’s benches. With an ease that spoke to the beast’s strength, he reached for the closest one and tore it out of the concrete before throwing it towards the hunter. Fenn launched himself after it with a roar, ready to crush the man under a ton of muscle, claws and fangs.
Under the pungent smell of sweat and chemicals, diluted as it was by the falling rain, this human reeked of it. It was a very familiar smell to the beast staring across at the hunter from slitted, amber eyes.
The monster’s name was Fenn, and a few others had come before this one, seeking to slay him – as all valiant warriors were to slay dangerous beasts that appeared within their domain, he supposed. In his experience, battle required little to no justification. So far, all who found him had met their end at the demon’s claws.
Their fragility was shameful, but what more could be expected of vermin?
His mind had not been changed on first seeing the two men. Neither looked particularly remarkable to the large beast, towering well over the hunters even when prowling on all fours, but this unimpressive appearance seemed to be a staple of humanity as a whole. Fenn had attempted to avoid them, not caring for another disappointing opponent.
When they managed to catch his trail, then chased and forced him into a confrontation, however, his interest was piqued.
He was of a mind to test them.
The younger of the two – something that became immediately apparent the moment he opened his mouth – had approached him and tried to settle matters peacefully. The naiveté was astounding. Had they truly wished for a peaceful solution, they should have known better than to seek him out. The demon hoped the one blow he had delivered to the whelp adequately conveyed his thoughts on the matter. This was the first time he felt he could enjoy himself in this world, and he would not be robbed of the opportunity.
The one smelling of conflict taunted him. Fenn bared his fangs, his mane flaring into a blaze with a sizzling sound. From between the links of chain enveloping arms like tree trunks, licks of flame peeked out. Slitted eyes followed the human’s movement, while keen ears listened for any hint of interruptions, or of the other hunter getting up.
Woefully unaware of his rightful place, was this one. Unlike the boy, however, this one had remained at a prudent distance, far enough that Fenn could not simply swat him aside. It meant little. The distance could be closed in a single bound. Still, he matched the human’s pacing, the wet scales that covered most of his body reflecting the fire dancing along his extremities.
“Terrified.” The voice was coarse and cavernous, more of a growl than a word, but the irony was clear to anyone listening. “I have been sorely disillusioned by your companion. I fear you will be just as disappointing.”
The demon stopped, his pacing having brought him near some of the plaza’s benches. With an ease that spoke to the beast’s strength, he reached for the closest one and tore it out of the concrete before throwing it towards the hunter. Fenn launched himself after it with a roar, ready to crush the man under a ton of muscle, claws and fangs.
Looking forward to it. Got a pretty lax week coming up.
Say, question about the setting. Since this is a crossover with Bayonetta, will there be a Purgatorio sort of dimension where supernatural beings can exist in the real world without actually interacting with its people, or will it be more like DMC (before reboot with the Limbo stuff) where demons that cross over are just there in the real world?
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