Post by Silver Simmons Pryce on Nov 19, 2008 6:38:06 GMT -5
"Holy shit, you reek!" I struggled beneath what I guessed was a Chaos demon due to the massive amounts of slime he was leaking. He smelled like raw sewage, dirty gym socks, and....other unnamable stenches. I tried not to breathe too deep, which was moderately a pain in my ass since I was also trying to avoid getting covered in slime. "I told you earlier...BACK. OFF!" I pulled my knees to my chest, planted both feet against his ribs and shoved. He was off me and sailing back into a gravestone that shattered upon his impact. Crap. I wonder if a good movie would be on tonight. "Sorry." I murmured to the headstone while rounding it to get to my kill.
The demon rolled, coming back up on his feet. He even took a second to wipe a stray slimey string from his antlers. It was kinda hanging down in front of his eye. This thing was just...gross. I wiped the soles of my shoes off on the grass, to get as much gook off them as I could. Tonight I was packing a short sword along with a few stakes. I figured staking a Chaos demon wasn't going to do me a lot of good. But taking his head off, well, that'll kill just about anything.
I pulled the sword from it's scabbard that ran down my spine, it's hilt resting just at my hairline. The hiss of cold steel sliding free was exhilirating. Slimey charged me then, gurgling something that probably sounded like 'Destined One' in his native tongue. "Yo, Slime-o, we speak English 'round these parts. Better learn quick, or we'll have some serious communication problems." He swung a massive, slime fist at me. I dodged, leaning back and to my left, following through with a sharp swing of my sword. I caught his upper arm, shaved off a good chunk of bicep.
His response was screaming. No, it was more like screeching. I swear, another 10 seconds of that sound and my ears were going to bleed. I took half a step back, planted my other foot on a grave marker, kicked off, and lunged. My sword was swift, my aim was true, damn it was good to be alive! The edge struck his neck and sliced clean through, steel grinding on bone as it severed his spine. I landed, knees slightly bend, and only my jacket got slimed. Destined one, Chaos demon nada. Score!
I wiped the blade clean on his shirt, some Hawaiian print job, and was about to slip it back into it's scabbard when my senses prickled. Ever read comics? You know how Spiderman has spider-sense? Well, it's kinda the same thing for me at times. There was a vampire nearby. I kept my sword out, and listened. I heard the barest movement nearby, it was coming closer. Good...I still had a bit of a fight in me. "Ok fang boy, whenever you're ready. I'm good for round 2, come one, come all." I spoke softly, but enough that with vamp hearing, he or she'd pick it up.
The demon rolled, coming back up on his feet. He even took a second to wipe a stray slimey string from his antlers. It was kinda hanging down in front of his eye. This thing was just...gross. I wiped the soles of my shoes off on the grass, to get as much gook off them as I could. Tonight I was packing a short sword along with a few stakes. I figured staking a Chaos demon wasn't going to do me a lot of good. But taking his head off, well, that'll kill just about anything.
I pulled the sword from it's scabbard that ran down my spine, it's hilt resting just at my hairline. The hiss of cold steel sliding free was exhilirating. Slimey charged me then, gurgling something that probably sounded like 'Destined One' in his native tongue. "Yo, Slime-o, we speak English 'round these parts. Better learn quick, or we'll have some serious communication problems." He swung a massive, slime fist at me. I dodged, leaning back and to my left, following through with a sharp swing of my sword. I caught his upper arm, shaved off a good chunk of bicep.
His response was screaming. No, it was more like screeching. I swear, another 10 seconds of that sound and my ears were going to bleed. I took half a step back, planted my other foot on a grave marker, kicked off, and lunged. My sword was swift, my aim was true, damn it was good to be alive! The edge struck his neck and sliced clean through, steel grinding on bone as it severed his spine. I landed, knees slightly bend, and only my jacket got slimed. Destined one, Chaos demon nada. Score!
I wiped the blade clean on his shirt, some Hawaiian print job, and was about to slip it back into it's scabbard when my senses prickled. Ever read comics? You know how Spiderman has spider-sense? Well, it's kinda the same thing for me at times. There was a vampire nearby. I kept my sword out, and listened. I heard the barest movement nearby, it was coming closer. Good...I still had a bit of a fight in me. "Ok fang boy, whenever you're ready. I'm good for round 2, come one, come all." I spoke softly, but enough that with vamp hearing, he or she'd pick it up.
