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Bob Biter · 11-09-2003, 04:17 PM

This being was strong, no doubt about it. It had survived a fierce attack and was now taking its turn. Using all the reflexive skills at his disposal, Szanod attempted to block or dodge the flurry of staff blows heading for him.

The first few landed without any resistance, since the demon didn't have much time to adapt to the speed of the onslaught. He felt the blows resonate against his armour, doing some concussive damage. However, once he knew the dance, he quickly blocked with all of his body. His armour was strong, thanks to its construction and dark energies bound to it, so whatever blow he couldn't get away from was simply absorbed.

Still, the speed of his opponent's attacks were of some concern. Szanod needed some breathing room. As soon as the opportunity arose, the demon made the sign of the hellfire and a fiery aura, filled with the screams of his defeated victims, briefly extended around him at a distance of about 5 feet. This surprise, made Kuaiji back off for a moment, and allowed Szanod to take the initative.

As Kuaiji was backing off, the demon exerted his power over the earth by the ground around his opponent surge up, encasing his lower body and severely limiting his mobility. As soon as this was done, Szanod extended his left arm. The dark energies of his armour gathered more strongly at that area and were sucked into the spikes, which then began to secret a vile, greenish substance. Eyes widening, Kuaiji knew he had but moments to react.

"The time has come for you to sample the pain that awaits mortals and gods alike when they are bound to the Netherworld I guard."

Szanod then let loose a flurry of poisoned spikes at his victim. Each was aimed at different parts of his exposed torso, arms and head, in order to cause maximum suffering.

11-09-2003, 04:17 PM	#69 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	This being was strong, no doubt about it. It had survived a fierce attack and was now taking its turn. Using all the reflexive skills at his disposal, Szanod attempted to block or dodge the flurry of staff blows heading for him. The first few landed without any resistance, since the demon didn't have much time to adapt to the speed of the onslaught. He felt the blows resonate against his armour, doing some concussive damage. However, once he knew the dance, he quickly blocked with all of his body. His armour was strong, thanks to its construction and dark energies bound to it, so whatever blow he couldn't get away from was simply absorbed. Still, the speed of his opponent's attacks were of some concern. Szanod needed some breathing room. As soon as the opportunity arose, the demon made the sign of the hellfire and a fiery aura, filled with the screams of his defeated victims, briefly extended around him at a distance of about 5 feet. This surprise, made Kuaiji back off for a moment, and allowed Szanod to take the initative. As Kuaiji was backing off, the demon exerted his power over the earth by the ground around his opponent surge up, encasing his lower body and severely limiting his mobility. As soon as this was done, Szanod extended his left arm. The dark energies of his armour gathered more strongly at that area and were sucked into the spikes, which then began to secret a vile, greenish substance. Eyes widening, Kuaiji knew he had but moments to react. "The time has come for you to sample the pain that awaits mortals and gods alike when they are bound to the Netherworld I guard." Szanod then let loose a flurry of poisoned spikes at his victim. Each was aimed at different parts of his exposed torso, arms and head, in order to cause maximum suffering. __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen.