Nazuri casts Align Weapon (Good) on her morningstar.
"Let's never go to Japan again yeah guy's?" is all Geralt can say in response to the sudden transformation
His hand crushes the vial in his hands, motes of time joining the shield of force that surround's him. With a tug of his soul, the motes fuse with his limbs and causes his eyes to glow, the temporal mist wafting off of his body.
His personal time speeds up
But to him, everyone in the Elevator slows down, a good bit, he can see the threads of time branching from everyone in here. It shows him their every possible action
...the hard part is figuring out which one is the one to look out for.
...either way, he rev's Red Queen.
"I hate Japan man..."
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"Da, Japan is suck." Devic raises her pistol to fire at an enemy for the first time since modifying it. The gun shakes violently as gunfire bursts out of the muzzle break in a straight line to the nearest foe.
"Ooh hoo hoo. Is very fun. Ready Dildo Baggins?"
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"I don't know, I'm having a shockingly good time." Ramiel mutters as he looks around and tries to get an eye for the weapons their latest 'lethal' threat might have.
The lead monster summons a large spiked club to his hands from the ether and storms towards Ammon, swinging with a roar, Time to learn humility, motherless!
The next charges in to strike at Rameil with his own summoned weapon.
The next two summon longbows and knock off two shots at Geralt.
Devic then shoots the everloving f!ck out of one of the monsters before they could even act, reducing it to a yellow stain on the floor.
Noting the sheer amount of bullets in Devic's arsenal, two more archers shoot at Devic.
Finally, a clubbed warrior charges Nazuri.
Claws, arrows, and some big-ass clubs.
Nazuri takes a 5 foot step back so she doesn't draw an AOO from thug-with-a-club that hit her so hard, and channels, leaving the bad guy that Devic attacked out of her healing energy, so that he stays a spot on the ground.
Her head becomes a lot less dented (was down to 13, now back up to 24), and if anyone else was injured (Devic?) they also get some hp back.
"Man, arrows fly so slowly when you're brain is processing everything in the room 5 times faster then everybody else.... Geralt thinks to himself, watching impassively as the arrows fly passed his head in slow motion. they're easily avoided and Geralt snorts to himself in amusment, he really forgets how strong any control of time really is...
"maaaah...i wonder how far i could take this..." he mumbles to himself, eyes roaming the "battlefield"
"...Ammon has got that big guy....Ramiel and Devic seem to be fine..."
his eye's zero in on the big clubbed guy attacking Nazuri.
"she could use some help"
Geralt throws himself into a roll, sliding to the clubbed oni. his hand tightens around the grip of Red Queen Mrk 2, twisting as he spins back to his feet next to the monster and lashing out at him, aiming at some critical places.
Ammon smirks, I offered you the chance to retreat, you should have taken it Ammon side steps the Club swinging his own equally large blade at the lead thug.
"I just throw up here, if you want ever try guns, I know person."
"I MEAN ehh, 'throw out', not ehh..."
Devic only gets out half a curse before the arrow impacts her ribcage. The gunner takes aim at the probably-a-demon that shot her and unloads a hailstorm but if the hail was metal and bullets instead of water and relaxing.
The lead monster takes Ammon's blow with a grunt, a thick gash ripping across his suit and skin. I didn't know they were teaching the motherless to use swords, He hissed. Here I thought they just bite. He swung with his spiked club, aiming for the head.
As Geralt moves in to strike at Nazuri's assailant, the remaining archer of his shoots another arrow at him.
And breaks his bow.
Devic then skewers the monster who took the shot at Geralt, bloodying him up but not killing him.
One arrow fires at Dev.
One club towards Rameil.
And, while Geralt's blow didn't manage to land on Nazuri's attacker, it did distract it from her and onto him. It hefts its club and strikes at the vigilante.
Nazuri steps away from the fighting as much as possible and channels again, leaving out any non-dead but wounded opponents (can leave out 3), but including all of her allies.
This is no ordinary sword, it's sacred weapon of Ragathiel Ammon shout's, dodging the Thug's club and Swinging again.
Geralt groans when the club smashes against his chest, sending him stumbling back, momentarily dispersing his heightened sense of awareness.
activating his time sight once more, he moves again in slow motion, calculating every move he needs to make to sink red queen into the beast, but first...
"wow is that the best you can do? Unseen Servants hit harder then you guy's" he taunts "guess those muscles are just for show eh? I bet you lift pencils with rubbers on the end!"
"Are you really taking a moment to taunt them?" Ramiel asks as he throws a bolt of lightning at the one that hit him. "I know moments are your sthick but time and place, man!"
With that out of the way he turned to the one that had just struck Geralt and did the same.
Devic decides to give her last target another round of attacks.
"For serious man! Multitask. I do all time."
"Feel like mistake yet?" She eyes the next creature on her list.
The monster takes the bolt from Rameil, hard, a crispy burnt smell wafting into the air, also managing to singe the one who attacked Geralt, adding another to the list of wounds its suffered. It grunts, about to fall, but still standing
Oh, poor motherless, The lead warrior said, You're fooling yourself. You're closer to me than you are to them. You're a demon, through and through. The worst kind, I' not afraid to admit. He swung.
The leader manages to block another blow from Ammon, grinning with his face-wide smile.
The weakened tosses away his broken bow and pulls out his club, lumbering slowly towards Rameil, too slow to make a strike.
Geralt's taunting drawa the ire of an archer.
Devic reduces another monster to the consistency of Texas chili, most of the monsters, and a good deal of her allies, getting caught in the splash zone.
Rameil is assailed by another strike.
And Geralt by the monster he was already occupied with.
Knowing she is far outclassed as far as firepower goes, Nazuri again makes sure she is as far away from the bad guys as possible, and then channels again to heal her team, leaving out any wounded but not completely dead monsters (up to 3).
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Devic darts forward to get a line of fire at the remaining archer. Granted she'll have to pick between reloading and moving again if she wants to keep firing, but she doesn't appear all that worried about that right now, keeping an ear on the exchange Ammon is having.
"What ehh, what is phrase in the Call of Shootys? Killstreak?"
Ammon is struck but the blow seems only to infuriate him
SHUT UP, I AM NO DEMON. I'm In control! He shout's very clearly not in control. His hands turn to demonic claws and his armor seems to almost fuse with his skin.
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"I think you mean Call of battlefield Combat evolved 6~! Geralt chitters, stepping out of the path of both attacks to his person.
These guy's are....so SLOW
Then again...he is using allot of his power to make them this slow in the first place....maybe he should stop being so wasteful.
"...meh"
He revs red queen again and makes it glow blue with his power, it fusing with the red hot metal and making it turn purple.
I'd hate to recite a cliche, but yes, use your anger and hate against me. Embrace your inner fiend! And, as if asking for it, Ammon's blade cuts deep into the monster's flesh, he grunts, his wide mouth turning into a frown for a split-second. He raises his own blade in attack.
Geralt's strike just barely misses his intended target, but the power of the blow was enough for the man-beast to widen his eyes in 'Moment'ary shock.
The last archer does the shoot-thing to Geralt.
And is the promply shot the sweet christmas up, like, swiss-cheese-level-dead.
Rameil's attacker slashes with his club as best as one can 'slash' with a spiked club
And the warrior that Geralt misses lets out a taunting roar and swings.
Nazuri channels again, leaving out any wounded but not completely dead monsters (up to 3).
"Thanks, Nazuri...." Ramiel coughs as he punches lightning at the guy hitting him so much. The newcomer had managed to heal most of the injuries the buffoon was inflicting, but he knew there was a limit to what a spellcaster could do.
He just had to hope he could stay alive long enough she didn't meet that limit.
Geralt holds in a groan, the arrow has probably punctured something important in his back. the surprise at the arrow allows a spiked club to bash him in the face, ripping at his cheek and cowl.
he staggers back, bleeding from some holes in his cheek while he pulls the arrow free.
"...O-Okay! I know we both have said and did things we probably regret..." he says holding up a hand in the universal time out symbol. "why don't we just sit down...and-"
Geralt cuts himself of by shooting a blast of accelerated time at the demon from his held up hand, seeking to turn him to dust through entrophy.
Ammon in his rage is struck badly, he retaliates, angrier than before as his wounds heal quickly thanks to Nazuri. His speech has deteriorated to loud growls and anger.
Devic fires perpendicular to Geralt at his target.
The lead monster takes a step back, swinging his club to create an opening.
He blocks the blow, freeing his hand from gripping the weapon. It begins glowing, but he doesn't cast a spell. Yet.
Sadly, Geralt's blow does not manage to meet its target, whiffing in the air adjacent to the monster, and is soon assailed by another arrow.
Rameil's blast, in the meantime, struck its target, frying the monster and causing it to fall prone, sizzling as it releases its weapon from his hand.
Devic's blast reduces the monster she aimed for to goo, splashing the subject of her kill-steal with a bucket-load of beast.
Only an archer and the leader left, the leader grows desperate, growling and raising his glowing hand. It flashes, a violet cloud snaking to Ammon and Devic.
*Intense yawn*"You just try put me to sleep? You sassy b&&~%. Should just talk with mouth instead."
Ammon clatters to the floor in a sleepy metal pile
"I don't know what you just said, but you're awesome." Rameil mutters to Devic as he runs over to Sleeping Knightly and does the thing where you half-smack a sleeping person's face for a bit(after checking his pulse).
"Hey, this is no place for a nap! Get up or when we get our friends back I'm getting them to braid your hair or bedazzle your armor or something!"
Nazuri heals again, trying to catch everyone up on hit points.
She leaves out any wounded but not completely dead monsters (up to 3).
Devic's cannon utterly destroys the lead monster but jams up her gun. The monster screams in pain, it's last words some curse about the 'motherless abomination'.
The last monster, the archer, drops his bow, grumbling.
Rameil effectively wakes up Ammon.
And there appears to be a few more seconds in the elevator trip.
Ammon yawns, lifting himself up , Is it morning already?
"You fell asleep in the middle of a fight. Good thing we all didn't."
Nazuri searches the bodies for anything of interest.
"Know they eeh, demons, but looting the dead not Japanese custom, da?"
"Missed it. I eeh, killed all with bare hands."
"Sure, Devic, and Moment can't whistle." Ramiel quips as he stands up and offers a hand to Ammon to help him back to his feet.
looting the dead not Japanese custom, da?
I'm not Japanese. I was just trying to keep you polite in front of my employer. I don't care about respecting demons.
... Or anyone really. After you're dead, you don't care. Unless there are relatives around who would be hurt by it, I'm all for the living using the things that the dead left behind when they moved on.
Nazuri finds a variety of yakuza business cards, all human identities, and a total of 570 credits.
Funny for you to say, healer, Spat the one surviving monster. You're telling me you don't believe the spirits of the dead don't care? He laughed. You're an odd one.
The elevator stops at the top, the doors spread open, revealing a podium with a dead security guard slumpe over it, and a young man in a suit, weilding a katana, sitting on the floor, playing solitare.
Long-ass elevator ride, He mumbled, standing up, katana rested on his shoulder. He looked into the elevator. Da-amn, look at all them dead oni. Respect, guys. Respect. He smiled, his grin distinctly sharp, his eyes distinctly unhinged. Shinzen's been waiting for you guys. Silver and the secretary too.
Yes, that is what I believe. Why would the spirits of the dead care about their credits when they've moved on to a new life? Money isn't going to do them any good there.
She shows the group what she found (yakuza business cards and 570 credits).
They're demons, what happens to them doesnt matter. Ammon mumbles. Sorry i fell asleep, magic. He picks up his sword
Devic shrugs. "Fairness is fairness." She gives the cards a look over before, but given she cant read them, doesn't make much headway.
"Who this... who you?" She indicates to the young man with her gun as she cocks it to clear the chamber. The dead security detail could mean a lot of things. She makes a visible effort to stop herself from calling him a falloimitator.
I'm Shinzen's bodyguard. I'm like what Silver has in you guys, 'cept I'm a whole team all in one. He said, pointing the blade at them before sheathing it by his side. I make heads roll and sh!t happen, but what you guys did with the oni is cool, too.
He points to the last remaining oni. You gonna save that one for a rainy day, or can I kill him, now? He asked, and the oni turned from one shade of gold, to a much paler shade of gold.
Devic waves her gun in the direction of the remaining demon. "Oh you afraid him, but not one that killed-Feh, глупые правила устрашения..."
"Depends if he tell us something useful." And speaks in a manner that's clearly directed to him but turns to the new fellow as she does so, crushing her last shield extract in the process.
"Actually. Ehh, we hear something about a Shinzen Ginza. What her angle here?"
Ginzen-san's angle will be disclosed by her, to you, personally, The bodyguard said, watching Devic as she crushes the extract. He tilts his head.
Let's just say she's killing birds with stones. And rats. And whatever the hell the rest of you all are." He said, smiling.
The bodyguard guestures to a large gray containor by the podium. Now, will you politely put any sharp objects and firearms in the nice bin here, or am I going to have to disarm you m'self?