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Post by Bob aLanstin on Jan 4, 2012 20:31:43 GMT -5
July 13th
Bob was lying on his back looking at the sky. He was thinking to himself, to think, not too long ago the cycle ended, and a new one began.
He continued to lie there, caught up in his thoughts when he heard a slight noise. He immediately leaped to his feet and pulled out his blade. |
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Post by Asmodeus on Jan 25, 2012 21:45:26 GMT -5
Dark energy coalesced, shaping itself into the form of Asmodeus; he had just recently left Chaos' realm and was feeling the need to destroy something keenly. This need always came when he was around that fool who thought he was a deity. That imbecile was utterly idiotic if he truly believed he had anything akin to godhood. Asmodeus had almost had that power, but it was stolen from him upon his summons to here.
And that was the most frustrating part of it. He was summoned to some abysmal area. He had been the Supreme Tyrant of Hell. Why should he have to fight for anyone but himself? It was unthinkable that he should demean himself that way. Hearing a noise, he turned his head slightly to the side and beheld quite an amusing sight. Indeed, there was something very off about this red-haired child with his pathetic sword leveled in preparation for a conflict.
Asmodeus laughed. "You should be quaking in your boots right now. Why you have not yet died of fright is beyond me. However," he said, a grin stretching his face, "since you have not, I believe I shall give you the reason you need to fear me." Drawing forth his scythe from its dimension, he said, "Now, fool, you die!" With that, he charged forward, scythe arcing towards Bob's face from top-right diagonally downward. His attacks were frenzied after that; Finis Autem Omnium--more commonly referred to as Finis--twisted around regular sword blocks, almost as if it were alive, like a snake.
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Post by Bob aLanstin on Jan 31, 2012 19:43:09 GMT -5
Bob dodged the first slash narrowly, blocking the rest of them before jumping backwards. "Is that the reason I should fear you? Your scythe?" He lunged forward and slashed at the man -- no, could it even be considered human -- several times before moving backwards. "I do not wish to kill you without first knowing your name. Who are you?"
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