Description: A Deathmatch Wrestler. A Pop Icon. An Ancient Romanion Vampire, and a criminal mastermind. Coffins WILL be suplexed!
You never actually see him, the so-called vampire sleeping in the tallest tower of the mystic castle Zeltzereich, and the supposed source of the anomalies affecting the world. After suplexing, strumming and otherwise Indiana-Jonesing your way through a veritable Castlevania of hauntled libraries and servants in various flavors and potencies of undead, you finally find yourself in his rest chambers.
The coffin is a grandiose thing, a rich mahogany box sitting on a stone dais, fitted with gold. It's been bound with cold iron chain, the efforts of a vampire hunter who had arrived only hours earlier, and who appears to still be here, having been turned to stone by an enchanted mirror in the background, caught in the middle of reaching for a wooden stake, which still dangles loosely in his granite hands.
As said, you've never laid eyes on the vampire, but from the wayt the area pulse swith power just as the sun begins to kneel on its last legs of the dusk, it's not a question of just whom resides in the coffin.
COMBATSYS: Demetri has started a fight here as a boss!
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Locusts, frogs, countries appearing in other countries, strange "old" rumors of four-armed beasts. Mick thought the world couldn't get any more fucked up since Vega's last attempt to rule the world, but it looked like the wrestler was very, very wrong. And even though he kept a low profile these last few years, it seemed he couldn't avoid the "invitation" to come to this...this place. This weird as hell place that was doing everything it could to piss him off.
He'd arrived late at night, pulling into the front courtyard in a Hearse after ramming the locked gates, and from there he'd wasted no time in mobbing right past all the weirdness, past all the spooky supernatural events, going straight up to the "main course" and cracking his neck even as he throws the doors open.
"Count Jackass, you in here? I heard you would be, knock knock!"
The seven foot Irish Monster was a sight to see, that face covered in a bone-white hockey mask, those white eyes with black dots comprising his 'pupils' darting around to quickly take in the world around him. Black jeans, black steel-toed boots, black padded MMA gloves with a big, monstrous looking elbow pad on his right arm. A 'Danzig' shirt adorning his chest, and held in his right hand was what looked like a golden belt, obviously some sort of championship, which looked slightly different than the smaller one across his waist, clearly the man's been busy on the wrestling scene, a surefire way to dominate and make sure he always has a little money between tournaments. Slung on his left shoulder as an old duffel bag, but everything was clattered on the ground as the wrestler walked right up to the coffin, scooping it right up in his arms, and screaming out as he leapt backwards, coffin slung over his shoulder, "suplexing" it and whatever contents inside it might have held, possibly obliterating the thing unless it was made of sterner stuff than he thought.
But he didn't think so.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has joined the fight here.
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There is one thing to be said for Ina, she always knows how to dress for an occasion. Said dress might not always be appropriate for the occasion but she is dressed. This fine evening, she sports a nun costume. Or rather, it's supposed to bear similarities to a nun, if a nun wandered around in mini-skirts and thigh high boots, with most of the getup being made out of tight black leather and covered with silver sparkles. So more a nun and a Halloween costume had an unholy love child and the popstar decided to wear it. Her usual fancy hilted saber sits comfortably at her hip, along with a bandolier full of wooden stakes and crystal phials. Vampire hunting nun, one can never be too careful, she carefully researched everything she needed on every cheesy late-night vampire flick she could get her manicured little hands on.
She was also more than content to let the crazy Murderhouse take the lead on this one. Having arrived about the same time as him in her own private limo. Her chauffer remained with the car while she trailed after the mad man, her heeled boots making a steady click clack through the hallways as she followed him, disposing of the occasional straggler with a few quick strokes of her rapier. She may be completely eccentric, but there was skill behind the way she handled her weapon of choice.
She muttered something in her Londoner accent as Murderhouse burst into the chamber ahead of her, something along the lines of, "By all means, gentlemen first."
As the mad Irishman supplexed the coffin, she coyly lifted the side of her skirt, sliding a silvery throwing knife from the top of her boots. She flipped it in her hand and tossed, sending it flying through the air, end over end, hopefully to strike whatever the also hopefully to be opened coffin revealed.
COMBATSYS: Ina has joined the fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ina
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Demetri with Chaos Theory.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri blocks Ina's Thrown Weapon.
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As the sexy nun and the somewhat less sexy marauder burst into the room, there's a dustiness about the place, and a massive cloud of the stuff swirls about as Mick strides across the lavishly decorated room, hefting the massive wood casket onto one shoulder, chains rattling across the ground behind him as he takes it with him to the hard stone ground in the kind of explosive suplex that usually ends a good grappling match.
The bassy impact shakes the ground beneath your feet, but the coffin... does not open.
Instead, livid energy crawls across it, knitting into a shimmering and electric network of silvery energy around it. No sound emanates from within, and there is only the single thud of wood cracking, slightly. It just sits there, chains dangling from it ominously, still humming with the force of the impact.
A few seconds later, a slender throwing knife flicks past the coffin and thunks deep into the wood.
It seems strangely anticlimactic for a moment or two, until evil light begins to creep out from the crack made by the comparitively diminutive knife. And then blood begins to drip from the seams of the coffin, eerily. There's definitely something in there.
Something not good.
COMBATSYS: Demetri takes no action.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Ina
The man in the mask was laying on his back for a moment, legs and arms sprawled from that vicious suplex, but a second later the big, powerful, but lean wrestler sat back up suddenly, rolling his neck and nonchalantly getting to his feet. He didn't even flinch when that knife came hurtling past him, embedding itself deep in the wood while blood seeped from the deadbox. He looked at it and nodded, finally sparing Ina a glance, if only to look her up and down once and scoff.
"What are you, Sister Sluttagail?"
Moments later, his gaze was down at the wooden box and he gave it a rough kick to the side.
"Hey, Cockula, listen up. I came here in a Hearse, that's for you. I ain't gonna kill you, I'm gonna whip your ass all through this castle, then I'm gonna through you in there, drive you around town, and I'm gonna whip your ass in every city in this pisshole country, that sound good to you? We'll even go to a few little Egyptian places, my treat. How's that sound?"
The whole time, Mick was walking up toward where the coffin used to be before that vicious attack, and he wrapped his arms around that petrified, stone statue of a man, lifting up with great power until it was lifted well above his head. And a second later it came hurtling down, thrown with great power, speed and velocity right at that coffin, trying to "hammer" in that dagger in his own, "MURDERHOUSE" kind of way.
Hey, Mick was a giver.
Ina purses her lips as the coffin resists their attempts to crack it open. At least the vampire inside was probably not enjoying the ride. Hopefully this vampire was not one of the ones that sparkled. She would not abide someone around who was more glittery than she was. If that coffin did open to reveal a glittering vampire, well, needless to say she'd be upset.
If Ina's offended by Mick's nickname for her, she doesn't show it, instead making a smooching face at him and purring out a sultry. "If that's what you'd like." Well, her lips may be flirting, but her eyes are driving daggers at the Irishman right now, then again, that just might be her combat face, since the coffin is getting the same look.
She suddenly bolts forwards towards the coffin. No one has the right to run that fast in heels that narrow, but Ina does it nonetheless. Her left hand begins to glow with silvery chi as she closes in. Those cracks might be enough to allow an explosion of chi past the protective casing of the coffin.
Making sure she's on the opposite side of the coffin from Mick, she extends her glowing hand, the light exploding in a sparkling silver blast of energy, as glittery as she is.
COMBATSYS: Demetri blocks MURDERHOUSE's Huge Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri blocks Ina's Firework.
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Thrown sideways by the massive stone statue, the coffin seems to be made of iron at least as stout as the cold irons chains that bind it, the unlucky dark hunter shattering into so many fragments the moment MURDERHOUSE strikes, the dagger hammered into the case up to the hilt. The sultry pop singer strikes the coffin with force, causing the deadly chi to writhe around the coffin, causing myriad lines of light to pour out from the edges of the coffin.
Unfortunately, standing too close to the coffin at this juncture might actually be catastrophic, as the chains grow tight around the casket. Power leaks out from all angles, as does the crimson of high pressure spraying blood. The only thing that keeps the casket upright is the fact that it's being struck from both sides at once, slowly turning the wooden case on its foot across the ground. The network of bright lines begin to spiderweb out from the points of impact, blood spraying everywhere, an unreal amount that can't really have come from any human inside. The chains keeping the coffin shut creak and moan ominously, and the entire mass jumps once with the aftershock of the dual pincering attack.
COMBATSYS: Demetri takes no action.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Ina
Mick was not a squeamish man. Even before his debut in the world of Fighters this was known. His hour long wars with wrestlers that ended in them looking like uncooked beef, the amount of thumbtacks, barbwire and razor-sharp steel that had cut him open in matches, the amount of heavy, bone-cracking objects that had rung his skull and done much worse to his enemies...every match had been a bloodbath, and he for years had been the Deathmatch King before he left all that behind to try and grasp at true greatness on the world stage.
So for Mick to hold up his hand and turn his head away from this truly Raimi-esque display of wasted plasma...that clearly meant something. Not much, but it meant something.
Unfortunately for the coffin, Mick wasn't so easily cowed by the intimidation display, and in Mick's mind, he WAS what went bump in the night. He quickly strode behind the coffin(avoiding that blood), and grabbing at his duffelbag, flipping it upside down and scattering all his weapons across the floor. Sewer grates, traffic signs, construction tools and other assorted random objects, all clattering save for one which he caught in mid air. He looked straight at Ina, and spoke with that soft, whispering voice of his even as he revved the big, yellow chainsaw slowly.
"Ya got that sword, right? Fuckin' use it!"
And that was all he said before rushing and charging towards the coffin, the engine of that weapon revving loudly, and that saw aiming right for the side of the coffin, between those chains. He was gonna break this sucker apart one way or another!
Ina finally figured out what a nun's habit is for. Convenient shield for spraying blood. She dashes back as the coffin begins to pull an exorcist, whipping the habit off her head and around in front of her like a matador's cape. It keeps the majority of the blood off of her, and luckily the black leather doesn't even absorb what splatters across it. She tosses the blood-soaked garment aside, shaking her head to toss her golden tresses back into something more worthy of her.
She lifts her chin slightly in the air as she regards Mick. "Worry about yourself."
Though she does raise her sword, holding it out strait towards the coffin, calling her shot like a professional baseball player. If a baseball player stabbed things with his bat. She kicks off her back foot, dashing in under another spray of blood. She extends her sword, aiming for one of the cracks in the coffin as she goes zipping by, feet carrying her in a quick zig zag pattern across the stone floor.
COMBATSYS: Demetri endures Ina's Power Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri endures MURDERHOUSE's Large Random Weapon!
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In the end, it takes only one crack in the chain.
MURDERHOUSE takes a mighty chainsaw to the coffin, sawing through the seams. Not a lot of purchase is to be found in the surface of the casket--it seems almost like the chain might get caught in the casing if you drive in there too hard, and twin wings of that insane blood and showers of sparks spray out from either side of the casket as MURDERHOUSE takes the loud cacophonic machine to it. It's gruesome work, really, kind of like taking a chainsaw to anybody, really.
Then, Ina's blade slams point-on through the spraying bloody crack--and sticks there, ominously.
The last vestiges of sunlight leave the sky, bathing everything in the light of the full moon.
If the pop starlet has enough of a sudden lack of self-preservation, she might still be attached to the sword when it twists in the hole, like a key. And she's going to have a front row seat to all hell breaking loose.
The coffin rises into the air. At first, it's a slow and regal pace, the metal in the chains slowly spreading and cracking with the rest of the coffin. But then the coffin jumps and slams into the ground, the massive casket toyed with as if in the hand of a particularly hyperactive god. IT slams int othe ground once, twice--and then it shatters wholesale, spreading bits of wood, metal, gold light, and blood everywhere.
"FINALLY, HUMANS STRONG ENOUGH TO ROUSE MY IRE..!"
Yellow beams of terrible energy cutting through stone like butter, his energy released tears away the entire top of the tower!
You are now in the ruins of the court, stone careening away into the abyss below the castle. Floating there in the air, the vampire is revealed in all of his glory--a Romanian noble dressed immaculately, with no sign of the prior mayhem that had apparently grievously injured him, limned in a powerful golden glow that captures the light of the moon just so and enervates, seducing the senses. Glowing eyes haunt the sky and the earth, the same as his dark laughter, seething with bloodlust and ominous intentions. "You have the bodies that I want for my court."
The vampire noble draws his cloak around him, his cape forming and flickering apparently at his own will. His eyes dance across the two gathered before him. If she abandoned her blade, Ina will have her moment to collect it again, as the vampire produces it from the darkness of seeming nowhere, flicking it away from his free hand. "You may call me Demetri Maximoff. Delectible mortals. Taste my name well while you have the chance."
"Because by the end of tonight, you will call me Master...!"
His cape wraps aronud him, and then he moves at-will, flickering into the open air, and dropping down from the sky in a deadly point, aiming to drill into MURDERHOUSE with the liquid chaos of his cape, much the same way as his chainsaw sawed into Demetri's casket!!
COMBATSYS: Demetri successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Bat Spin.
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Well, this didn't go to plan. Demetri was on him like a bat out of hell, and that cape tore into him with horrible fury. Mick brought up his hands but that didn't seem to matter, and only the glinting pseudo-armor of that title around his waist kept him from absolutely dying. The chainsaw was dropped, the title fell from his waist, and he went flying and staggering, hitting the stone ground hard and rolling a ways away, grunting and slowly making his way to his feet, shakily. His clothes were a little ripped, his hair was in his face, covering his eyes a little the same way that hockey mask covered his face, but the fire in those orbs couldn't be denied, not at all.
He staggered back to the scene, still clutching his ribs and midsection, but when he got close enough, he sprang into a charge. Grabbing his partially destroyed title belt, there was enough of it left to possibly crack a skull in a few places, something he hoped would work on The Count, here. Teeth grit under his mask, fully comitted to this flying bell-ringing, hoping against hope that it worked.
"HRAAAGH!"
Self preservation. Ina is all about self preservation.. or is that self promotion? Either way, she lets go of the sword, dashing away from the coffin as the light show begins. She stands tall as she watches all hell break loose, keeping her calm in a remarkable fashion. She stares up at the vampire lord, flipping her blond tresses over her shoulder with a long-suffering sigh. "You are not the first man I've roused the 'ire' of, and you won't be the last." And boy can she make the word ire sound dirty.
She catches her sword out of the air, lashing it in front of herself a few times in a showy flourish, finishing by holding it upright in front of her face in a traditional fencer's salute.
Luckily, the vampire goes after Mickey first, giving her an opening to exploit. She dashes in, hilt of her sword held up by her cheek. She plants one foot solidly on the stone as she reaches the aerial vampire, and launches into a spin, punctuating her three-sixty with a full armed thrust of her sword towards Demetri's backside.
COMBATSYS: Demetri endures MURDERHOUSE's Light Random Weapon!
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Ina
COMBATSYS: Demetri dodges Ina's Hit Me Up.
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"Is that so...?"
Is it really the best idea to try and flirt with a vampire?
Hot blood red eyes focus on the pop star as she slips behind him, and there is the sudden weight of his attention square on her shoulders. It's an ensorcelling thing, like being watched by a cobra in full flared hood, poised to strike. There is nothing that isn't predatory about the dark prince, his cloak sloughing off MURDERHOUSE's blood like it was nothing. The fabric is of the sort that would easily stain with blood, but for all of the crimson littering the marble tiles of the dreaded court, not a speck of it seems to stick to the noble.
Suddenly, MURDERHOUSE comes in to slam his title belt square into the Romanian's face, and for a moment, he hears a brief 'ha!!' as he distinctly feels it slam home. In fact, he seems to hit Demetri so hard that the vampire explodes. Form and body suddenly a very fluid thing, the nobleman devolves into a swarm of flocking bats that surge away from the monstrous wrestler and towards the fencer that tries to stab him in the back. Suddenly, she's surrounded by the bats, a shrieking, flapping mass of blowing black bats flocking around her before Maximoff's cold and silken voice echoes in her ear.
"If you talk so sweetly, how can I help but prove you both wrong with my gifts?"
Ina has about a split second to whirl on Demetri before the vampire takes her up into his bloody iron grip. Impossibly strong, he'll sink his vicious fangs into her neck, ostensibly to sample her blood for himself!!
COMBATSYS: Ina fails to reflect Light Pleasure EX from Demetri with Bulletproof.
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Well, it was a valiant attempt, or not. Her eyes go wide as the vampire bursts into a swarm of bats around the tip of her sword. That was not good, not good at all. As the bats begin to swarm around her she even lets out a faint squeal. It's not a full on scream, she manages to stifle it, but a bit of the act is dropping as she realizes just how much danger she could be in at the moment.
Then she finds herself lifting up into the air, booted feet kicking helplessly. She narrows her eyes at the reforming vampire, her hang glowing once more with silvery chi. She lifts her hand, curling it into a fist. But just as she's about to take a swing at the pervy bat boy he manages to sink his teeth into her neck.
A soft gasp escapes her as she goes a bit limp in his hands, her struggling stopping for a moment.
Well, that was the end of the XFWSA World Heavyweight Championship Of The World(despite the XFWSA never leaving New Jersey), completely destroyed and dented beyond repair, thrown on the floor by the garbage wrestler after it served its purpose. And as the fool exploded into rats, Mick spun around to watch where they reform, only to watch the blond bitch getting grabbed up into the air and bitten. He watched this for precisely half a split of a second before intervening. He didn't give a damn about her, and if he'd been against her this week he would have smashed her up and down the planet, but they were still humans, and she was being attacked by something decidedly less than human.
"That's enough for a first date, jackass."
He spoke as he reached up, grabbing at the trail end of the flying vampire's cape. He then YANKED down with all his power at the same time as he leapt up, trying to take the immortal warrior off-balance as he grabbed around Demetri's waist tightly. This was followed by another, vicious suplex, just like the one given to the monster's coffin, earlier. But this one was aimed more for the demon's neck and shoulders. Since, y'know...coffins don't usually have those.
COMBATSYS: Demetri eludes MURDERHOUSE's Rebound Throw.
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"Yes, that's it, let go...!"
The vampire's fangs sink deep into the pop star's flesh as Demetri drags her slowly into the air, his cape swirling about chaotically in the moonlight. He drinks of her; savoring the rich taste. His spirit is spellbinding, euphoric to be close to, and much like being bitten by a spider, it's hard to even panic when his fangs are in you.
Unfortunately, he doesn't stay with Ina long.
MURDERHOUSE is on them fast, trying to break up the immortal's tasting by gripping onto his cloak, but trying to get ahold of Demetri's cloak is like trying to grab the night itself, and the vampire hisses viciously. He slips free of MURDERHOUSE's grip and drops Ina's limp body to the ground, descending only shortly after the pop star. He moves fast, flooding into the insane wrestler's space with all of the tenacity of someone whose meal was just interrupted. One muscular hand stabs out to try and take up the massive wrestler by the neck and drag him into the sky next. There is no laboring from the vampire--he barely seems winded by his efforts, seeming content to toy with his opponents.
"Always a taste finer than wine. Hers is bright, but with a warm and earthy aftertaste. You humans are protective of your own kind..! Do you fear my gift of an immortal life? Or do you just want her blood for yourself?" he asks cruelly.
"Your blood, I'll taste later... for now, a gift of pain!"
If he can get his hands on MURDERHOUSE and get him in the air where there's a decided lack of hard things to suplex him into, Demetri will throw MURDERHOUSE bodily through the air with one arm like a ragdoll, square into a swarm of glowing bats in the sky. The bats will try to tear him to pieces, and accelerate Demetri's throw to drag the massive wrestler's body straight through a smaller tower adjacent in his castle with furious speed. If MURDERHOUSE's body gows through the tower, it'll just collapse with the sheer force.
And he'll need to flex a considerable amount of 'pretty damn badass' to get back to where the dark noble is, as he prepares to finish the job on Ina.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Power Throw from Demetri with Cemetary Gates.
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Gotta give "MURDERHOUSE" Mick some credit, he didn't show any fear at the attack. He knew he was outgunned here, he knew this opponent had the advantage over him. But as he was lifted into the sky...his own arm shot out, grabbing at the throat of Demetri TIGHTLY, and the wrestler made eye contact with the vampire the whole time. Undead master or no, he'd no doubt be able to feel a...'pull', something trying to push into his mind, and those eyes held far more power than a normal man's.
Unfortunately, there isn't any time for Mick to capitalize on this, and even if there was, it's highly doubtful there'd be any 'dominating' of the vampire's mind. Instead, the hockey-masked terror is thrown int obats, their teeth and claws rending at his skin and scratching at the tough material of his mask, and the big heavy bruiser flies right through a nearby tower, the old structure almost imploding and collapsing, dust rising.
There's no way anybody could have survived that, right? He must be dead.
Right?
Right?!
Ina hits the stone floor with a solid thud. It takes her a moment to collect herself, shaking her head to clear the proverbial bats out of the belfry. She glares up at the vampire hovering above her, even as he now has his way with Mickey. She reaches towards the bandolier on her chest as she gets to her feet. If this bastard thinks he can just have his way with her, well..
Well, he probably can, doesn't mean she's going to go easy. She pulls out one of the wooden stakes and darts for bat brain. She bends her knees as she get close, leaping up into the air.
Stake spinning in her hand for a moment, she grips it tight just as she reaches Demetri, aiming to punch the thing into his damn chest.
Hey, it works for Buffy.
COMBATSYS: Demetri endures Ina's Random Weapon.
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What in the..
The pressure of Mick's mind trying to grab ahold of the immortal vampire's at the same time as the mortal grips his throat is a sensation unlike any he's experienced in over 600 years. Normally, he would be the one to impose himself on other people's minds, but MURDERHOUSE is a particularly salty human. Maximoff might like to taste his blood soon..! Unfortunately, Demetri is forced to reduce him to a ball of force as he throws the wrestler into and through a tower. Floating there, in the sky, Maximoff seems a little disappointed with the impact the body made with the delapidated tower.
"A human's will is a surprising thing indeed. But it is a chaste thing, tainted by fear of its true master...! Witness, as your only savior dies!"
He lifts his hand and powers up, blowing his cape back as he shoots a golden blast of light into the tower after MURDERHOUSE. He seems to be convinced he's dead, but the sheer force of the blast fills the room with blazing bats forged of fire, using the limits of his strength to tear apart the ancient tower and /actually/ topple it wholesale much as he did this one, trying to bury Ina's hope of a savior before her very eyes. The amount of dust he kicks up...
Nobody could survive that much dust, man.
"It is the greatest.."
Viscerally pleased with that level of destruction and that level alone, Demetri turns towards Ina coolly, beginning to say something just in time to get staked whole through the chest, "GURGH!!!" the vampire hisses out, his body crumpling beneath the blow as he almost--almost--goes to one knee from the hit. He breathes, hard, viciously sucking in each breath... before standing slowly, the wooden stake buried a handspan in his muscular chest plainly. You can taste the unholy blood in the air.
"What a fine maiden to want my heart," Demetri remarks calmly. "But after seeing your beauty, not to have it for myself makes my heart is dark and cold. If you want to warm my blood, join my wives. With them, our congress will show you the endless and godless pleasures of the night..!"
Inexorably, he glides towards her, his cape waving slowly in the wind, a very unearthly stalker indeed.
COMBATSYS: Demetri successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Chaos Flare.
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Ina releases the stake, not giving the vampire even the slightest courtesy of removing it after inserting it into his chest. Her eyes momentarily dart over towards the ruined tower, then back to Demetri. Yes, she even manages to look a little worried at this point. Though she does a good job of maintaining her stage presence as the lusty immortal approaches, even sticking out her chin in defiance.
"Darling, I'm not the marrying type."
She plucks one of the vials from her bandolier, the water sloshing around inside as she bounces it on her palm. The for some reason, she smiles. A small and coy thing, but a smile nonetheless. She tosses the vial into the air, her hand sparking with silver energy as it spins upwards.
She pulls back her glowing fist, and as the vial falls back down she swings forward, punching the crystal. The vial and her hand explode in a sudden flash of glittering silver light, a bright star going off right in the vampire's face. "Boom.."
Fortunately for Mick, he missed fireworks show, falling straight, straight down an almost bottomless well, half-conscious and lost, and he didn't realize where or what he was when he felt ripping things in his shoulders, and he felt the cool breath and saw the horrible gaze of a winged creature, womanlike but ghastly, as it cooed to him and lowered its mouth to his throat. It spoke a language that existed before existance, and was absolutely unprepared for that same terrible hand to clasp its throat and SQUEEZE. Mick wasn't dead yet, something in his brain prevented it, told him to KEEP GOING. His entire life, he had to KEEP GOING KEEP GOING.
"Time to play Taxi, bitch."
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Mick didn't let go until the creature was close enough to the ground just beyond both fighters, and then and only then did Mick let go...by reaching around and quickly snapping the beast's head around the other way, the sound of celery snapping highly audible. Mick was looking the worse for wear, shirt gone, blood pouring down, his elbow pad and gloves ripped and shredded and almost gone, that white hockey mask covered in black soot, but his eyes were burning and glaring a hole in the vampire. And it seemed he caught enough of their dialogue to mutter towards Ina at the same time as he strode towards the vampire like a man possessed.
"Only dumb cunts marry."
That was it as he sent a quick forearm strike towards the face of Demetri, only to daze him enough to get the man up on his shoulders, left hand grasping the side of the vampire's neck, right arm grabbing by the knee to keep him controlled up on the wrestler's shoulders. If all this worked, the big man would LEAP up into the sky, aided by some supernatural force, aided by his single-minded mission. KEEP GOING.
Now...why was there a table, on top of the remains of Demetri's coffin? Who walked in here, and set up a table? Did Demetri do this? Did one of his undead servants decide they needed a simple, ugly wooden table, for snacks later? If so, why did it choose on top of his coffin? Could it even grasp why that was a silly idea? Could a ghoul understand the concept of "appropriate"? And even if he could or couldn't...who set it on fire? What in the hell was going on?! All good questions that went unanswered. But what WOULD be known, if this worked, was the Demetri...was in for a world of pain. A worrrrld of paiiiiiin.
KEEP GOING.
"Godless?"
A deep voice rings into the open castle, seeming to saturate the very surroundings. It does not come from any one source. It is as if imposed on everyone present, with a weight of will to it.
Suddenly a bright glare of energy rushes down, the same silver color as the moonlight. Yet although it might be invigorating, it would feel entirely different from the refracted chi of the sun.
Slowly, a figure in matte black descends from the broken area that Murderhouse had been thrown through, arms held out and ankles together. An unseen wind ripples around him, proving that Demetri is not the only one present here who is capable of flight. Silver hair billows behind, beautiful features of the current head of NESTS looking down on Demetri, in a manner he has likely not seen in his ancient years.
As someone beneath him.
"You speak such blasphemy, creature of the night. For you look upon one now. Indeed, you may be immortal, but I have been analysing your combat since the onset. I have concluded you are nothing particularly special otherwise. Sustaining organic cells through foreign intake of genetic material to suppress the Hayflick limit and prevent or even rejuvenate regular cell division by healing telomeres. Intriguing. I believe it has scientific value to unravel."
As the pair begin to launch their own assaults, Igniz simply acts the observer, appearing content to not yet interfere. But the scent of him might be intoxicating to Demetri... the sheer quality of his life essence is indescribable, as if every pulse of energy from his obscene chi is distilled ambrosia to one as insatiable as the vampire...
"Worry not. I will not interfere with your games... Demetri, was it? Although it seems you are having a little trouble." His smile could not possibly be more condescending. "Surely this must be an error in my calculations...?"
COMBATSYS: Igniz has joined the fight here as a left henchman!
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COMBATSYS: Igniz has joined the fight here in the center.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri endures Ina and MURDERHOUSE's Firework Hammer.
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What was this?!
Just as Demetri is about to get to Ina, the pop star throws a kiss, in the form of a flashfire of silver light right in the middle of his face. It is worth noting that having conquered the sun, that Demetri no longer fears the light. But even he can't keep from being blinded by the sudden burst of silver pyrotechnics, snarling as he slips back, his body flickering with the motion as he draws his cloak over himself until his night vision returns...but is that a goddess he sees, on the edge of his recovering vision..? Did she step out of the moon herself? He retreats, trying to recover and discern the source of this haunting voice.
...Right into MURDERHOUSE's mother of all flaming suplexes. Demetri was going to flay that ghoul later, who put the table over his coffin. Stunned, the vampire is relatively helpless as MURDERHOUSE houses him straight into and through the flaming table, with enough force to smash through the floor and into the torture chambers below. Maximoff falls into an inconveniently placed rack, which shatters as well as Demitri hits it at full force with his body, groaning.
And, yet, exhilarated, his laughter boiling up from the bowels of the torture chamber.
"It's been a long time since I've seen my own blood...!"
Screaming up from below, the vampire attempts to snatch MURDERHOUSE right up on his way out, tearing him into the sky born of wings molded from his cape, spinning with enough force to choke out any further retorts from the wrestler. "I MUST ADMIT," Demetri howls to the twisted full moon, "To be challenged by humans is a great gift to me indeed on this, the hour of my awakening!!"
"I can smell your blood!" He calls out to Igniz, pointing at the apex of his flight. "Any true god could not hope to be so delectible! When I am done, I will savor you yet!"
And then, twirling, Demetri comes back to earth. If MURDERHOUSE is still with him, Demetri is going in for the only thing that will fit such a man; a full on vampire inverted spinning piledriver.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE counters Negative Stolen from Demetri with Cemetary Gates.
- Power hit! -
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One thing people often forget when watching Mick's matches, is that he's landing in these moves, right along with his opponents. He smashed through that flaming table the same as Demetri, and although the vampire got the worst of it, the wrestler's shoulders and neck still hit the stone ground harder than any man's should, especially a man who's been put through Hell And Back.
Mick was barely conscious, rolling away from the hole in the ground and just nursing his injuries, unsure of the sounds he was hearing, not even noticing the new arrival, much less his tag partner's words, or even the cackling of the man he just suplexed. Mick was out of it, laying on his side clutching his ribs. This ended when he was snatched right off of the ground, pulled into the sky, and that iron grip was clutched around his throat.
Demetri didn't learn very well, did he?
Instantly the man's injuries were forgotten, and that hand again found the vampire's throat as well. But now, Mick's mind wasn't working as hard, the rational, conscious 'man' part wasn't holding the Id back. This time, those eyes of Mick's bore straight through Demetri's eyes, cutting right through that old-ass Romanian brain, attacking him right where it hurt, right in his pitiful little lack of a soul. And despite that grip on his throat, Mick roared out with a voice that wasn't his, one that was pure primal aggression, domination, and psychic power.
"LOOK! AT! ME!"
Every failure in Demetri's life, every time he failed, every time as a man he'd look himself in the mirror and see everything except what a man should be...every night he woke up questioning what he was, every moment he believed what men said about his kind, all of it would come rushing back, all of it would swirl around his mind and would refuse to leave him alone in a Penance Stare to end all Penance Stares.
Of course, Mick had no idea this was happening. Mick wasn't aware of this aspect of his mind, had no idea he was capable of this. To him, the real "danger" was the falling chokeslam, the both of them falling down out of the sky. But Mick braced himself, and any damage to his knees and ankles would be forgotten about until the morning, not like the mother of all chokeslams he just landed to the lord of this castle!
Ina's firework twinkles out as her compatriot goes for the full one head through the table. She raises her hand to her cheek, brushing away a few strands of blond tresses that have decided to go a little wild. One can only be around so much exploding masonry and still expect to keep a perfect coiff. Though the sigh that escapes her when Demetri comes flying back through the hole in the floor is loud. It's not the lilting sigh of a schoolgirl, either. No, this is the annoyed sigh of a woman who's just about had enough of this.
The best thing about Mick's attack is it left all sorts of sharp chunks of flaming wood littering the battlefield. She stomps her heel on the end of a rather aerodynamic looking piece and kicks it into the air. She catches it at the peak of it's trajectory in front of her face.
She watches with a casual nonchalantness as the wrestler turns the vampire's pile driver right back at him. But if there was one thing she learned from vampire movies, you needed to stake the suckers to keep them down. And so with a snap of her arm and a flick of her wrist, she sends the flaming stake hurtling through the air at the slammed Cullen wannabe.
COMBATSYS: Demetri endures Ina's Thrown Object.
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..Urgh..
Over 600 years of sin comes back to haunt Demetri, and the vampire... finds it distasteful.
Somewhere along the way, Demetri was distracted by the psychic power of that madman, and lost control of his spiralling drop into the tower. It's pretty much levelled, save for the section that Igniz and (as a direct result of Igniz, likely) Ina were standing. Taking another stake to the chest, Demetri is stunned momentarily, esconced in the rubble of his own flaming coffin, the full moon's light shining on him. He gets up hard, holding a hand to his forehead... and laughs.
"To think that I would regret any of my sins... misery is the greatest invigoration," he comments, his power aura weak and flickering in and out of existence. "To think that I, Demetri Maximoff, overlord of the dark court and master of all that is in the night, could even begin to be dominated by a lowly human...! Hrmph.. you would have made an excellent darkstalker," he comments, before roughly drawing the stake from his body.
"It's a shame my body cannot fight you any further," he explains mildly to Ina. "I would love to take this stake to you...but your arrogance will prove to be your undoing."
"Now I will show you why I have not died in over 600 years!!"
He splits his hands, going low as his cape and every other part of him explodes into bloodied bats, swirling towards--and past Ina!?
The immortal vampire is going for the most powerful Igniz, with an aim to commit blasphemy unlike any other.
Unfurling from the air before the opposing noble, all it takes at this point is for Demetri to gently touch the god's chin. Molding his own body into a monstrous version of a bat-winged demon, one touch is all it takes for Demetri to transmute even a god into a form more palatable to his desires and needs.
"Come on, baby," he whispers, as if to a lover. "Show me what heaven tastes like."
He wants to taste a god's blood tonight.
COMBATSYS: Demetri has reached second wind!
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COMBATSYS: Igniz fails to reflect #Midnight Bliss+# from Demetri with Nega Genesis.
- Power fail! -
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Spreading his demonic wings wide to the sky, Demetri's horrific seven foot tall form will roar with riotous power and force if he can get ahold of Igniz, gripping him and holding him high to work his dark powers to transmute even the Brutal God's body much as he does his own. He doesn't even have the intimacy to bite the people he turns in this way--he no longer needs to.
He just has to open one of his fanged mouths, and mightily suck all of the blood out of Igniz' smooth, supple body through her pores alone.
Igniz had made absolutely no motion to retaliate against Demetri. He genuinely seems to have come merely to watch the conclusion of the fight in person, biting remarks aside. Ina and MURDERHOUSE appear to be intriguing specimens... especially the later. Sensors indicate a psionic potential... one not fully realized. Has he come across someone of unique gifts before the likes of Shadaloo? That is a rarity, indeed.
But when the swarm of bats roars upwards in his direction, there's no hint of concern or distraction from Igniz. "What is this...? You might have struck one down with you. I do not even need to lift a finger." Suddenly there's a swirling flash of energy in front of him, and Demetri impacts it head on.
The force of his lust obliterates the amalgamated technology and masterful chi like glass. Just a momentary widening of eyes, before Demetri grasps him.
Instantly Igniz' suit is compromised. It attempts to stave off the invading chi from the Lord of the Dark, but lightning ripples across it in cerulean streaks. Suddenly the metal beneath explodes, cloth ripping away. In a great flare, incredibly long silver hair spills out behind. Igniz had always been an incredibly attractive man, but he now stands of the opposite sex; sculpted in the image of Athena herself, slender yet powerful with potent curves that would leave Morrigan rethinking her position as a seductress. A black bodysuit, badly ripped, is upon the contours of her temporary new vessel.
"...What... is this?" Ignessa coos out, voice melted chocolate. Silvery blood ripples out, infused with an essence that Demetri himself might find truly divine. And then in an eruption of flame, Igniz is sent hurtling away, collapsing to the rubble and impacting it in a compromising pose.
"Ahn~" Blush~~
Mick was barely standing, and after landing the chokeslam, he staggered around to follow the blitzing vampire. He should rest. He should stop. NO. KEEP GOING KEEP GOING.
He staggered toward Demetri like a zombie, stumbling three times, the third falling across his duffel bag, and the many discarded pedestrian items. One he felt in his hand, and clasping it tightly he flicked the switch on, and that little black 'remote' like device crackled with electricity at one end. Not caring about the random silver haired hot chick being choked, not even -noticing- her, he desperately and wildly lunged the weapon forward, aiming that powerful, unsafe, unregulated taser straight for the small of the vampire's back. Undead or not, let's see how he dealt with fatal amounts of voltage running through his kidneys!
Ina steels herself for the attack that never comes. The swarm of bats coming her way once again, she lifts her sword, ready to fend them off, only to have them going around her instead. With more than a hint of confusion, she turns around just in time to see... Well...
Either those are some impressive special effects or else outright magic.
Ina's eyebrow gives a slight twitch, her Londoner accent coming on strong and thick. "You have not died over in six hundred years because you are a disturbed pervert?" When will she learn to stop taunting the immortal? Never.
She levels her rapier once again at the vampire. "You are disgusting." Says the woman in the leather nun outfit. Her rapier lashes out, serpent quick in a series of precise blows. She doesn't aim for vitals, instead making lightning quick strikes at Demetri's hands and feet.
COMBATSYS: Demetri blocks Ina's Blah Blah Blah.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri blocks MURDERHOUSE's Large Random Weapon.
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The self-styled god makes the greatest of sacrifices to Demetri's dark powers, as the ancient vampire brutalizes the incredible technology levelled against him in feeble defense. That blood that flows into Demetri's throat is as delicious as he'd imagined--the lightest and brightest of tastes flow into him, causing the vampiric demon to blaze vividly with barely repressed hedonistic desire.
His only disappointment is that as he drinks in the image of his newest darkangel, he has to share her scandalized form with the eyes of humans. Ina's barbs notwithstanding, the vampire's demonic form sluices off of him as he walks forward to meet her and her burly guardian, his cape temporarily turning as hard as steel to clash with blade and to dull the shock of the taser as he draws it about him, forcing the others to come closer. "Now I am revived... and all of you will meet the same fate. You will find a better use for your mouth when you become my concubine...!!"
He draws his cloak wide, and tries to suck MURDERHOUSE into it, the cloak glowing with power before stabbing into and attempting to form around the massive wrestler. A precursor. Demetri tries to draw the wrestler closer to his grasp, fold his cloak further about him, to draw him to him... if he does, it'll be the end, because Demetri intends to give him the Tombstone he so desires, crushing him with his cloak at the same time he inverts the wrestler and drives him, headfirst in a cataclysmic impact to the ground on the wreckage of his fallen coffin.
COMBATSYS: Demetri successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Charged Combo.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Well, shit. Mick was snatched up like a child, wrapped in a black and red coccoon and despite his flexing, despite him keeping every muscle tense and rigid in resistance, it still compressed him in a way that caused him to grit his teeth in pain. He didn't even notice that he was upside down, until he was slammed into the earth head-first, and when the cape/cloak/thing finally released, he was facedown, limp and unmoving. He was gone, he was lost, this fight...was over.
Except his right hand balled into a fist and slammed down into the ground, and "MURDERHOUSE" was up on his feet and storming toward Demetri like a man possessed. No fear, no hesitance, no nothing, simply trying to grab the man in a headlock, trying to wrestle the vampire down on his knees. If this worked, Mick would fish around in his pocket until he found it. The most deadly, the most brutal of all weapons in pro wrestling history.
That's right, a fork. A metal dinner fork, that was then...stabbed downward towards the vampire's forehead, stabbed, carved, scraped, everything he could do produce the most amount of bloodshed in the least amount of time. If it hit, this was horrible!
And it wasn't even everything. But only time would tell if that even happened...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.
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Ina's red lips pull back in a sneer as her sword pings off the cape like it's made of metal. She takes a quick step back, raising her rapier to inspect the tip, as if she can't uite believe what just happened. Sure, it was a little nicked and dinged from the fight, but it should still do through fabric.
She steps lightly to the side. Sure, he was going after her partner again, but if he was content to focus on the Irishman, Ina was content to come at him from another angle. A few quick steps and a pirouette carries her behind the vampire in her usual overdone fashion.
She's not even wasting time on petty banter anymore. She just wants this to be over. Her sword flicked out in a jab as Mickey attacked with the fork. Though her strike aimed for the ever-so-tender back of th knee.
Slowly, Ignessa pushes herself to her feet, looking upon her hands and body. She can feel it quickly regressing, although such a thorough transformative ability through sheer chi usage is... intriguing. Literally impressing one's desires upon the world, imprinting an image or vision in another host. He knows of changing techniques, but not ones that can be done upon another. "Marvelous." she purrs out. But only the metal tentacles, naked beyond scraps of black fabric, remain of the battlesuit.
"It looks like my power will be slightly less beautiful to behold." Suddenly, Ignessa opens up her arms. The entire tower begins to shake violently, as the air becomes heavy with ionized chi. Great swirls of it roar towards the God-Queen, and she begins to glow in a violent cerulean fire. Brighter and brighter, great pulses of destructive energy blowing out for dozens of meters that strike the walls, cracking and breaking stone.
"Ah. This is inefficient." Still, it seems she's preparing for some kind of assault... the peons will hopefully keep Demetri distracted long enough for the finishing touch.
COMBATSYS: Igniz begins to glow with divine radiance.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri dodges MURDERHOUSE's Ode to Butchers.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri interrupts Deep Strike from Ina with Strong Throw.
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"What is this feeling in the air..?"
The vampire immortal looks up coldly as the entire tower of his castle begins to shake underneath the force and power of Ignissa's returning chi. He grins, brightly, bloodily, as MURDERHOUSE heads towards him like a bat out of hell, sliding towards him, only to flicker with supernatural speed out of the man's grip just as he gets the barest taste of being able to lay hands upon the ruined noble once again! "Another night, stalker," he assures, just as his power puts MURDERHOUSE to sleep for the last time.
He has precious little time. He has to be able to get to his latest before she powers up enough to level his castle. By the time Ina can get past MURDERHOUSE to reach him, he's already facing her. Though the pop star stabs, thrusts out against him with all of her force, and he fades in and out of view, the Romanian's cloak interspersing between the lovely performer's blade, forming an exquisite dance before he finally slips in and spawns more bats, trying to manhandle her away squarely into a pile of confused servants who have come up to see what all of the shaking is about.
They understand when their noble is in need, and have brought another coffin helpfully for him, because clearly if there's this much trouble up here, he's going to need it!!
Ina growls in frustration as her attack is turned away yet again, and another damned swarm of bats sends her flying across the broken and shattered roof. She lands in the pile of servants, with a rather loud grunt, a rather unfortunate ghoul taking a stilleto heel to the eye as he conveniently breaks her fall.
Say what you will about Ina. Call her an idle idol, a useless celebrity, a bit of fluff for the paparazzi. The girl has a stubborn streak in her. She gets to her feet, hands tightly gripping a rather large chunk of shattered masonry. Adrenaline can be a scary thing, and she hefts the chunk of stone as she finally makes it to her feet. It doesn't look like she should be able to lift it, much less cock back her arm like she's holding a shot put. But there she is doing it.
Her best bet right now is to distract him long enough for the interloper to make his.. her.. his attack. "Hey! You blood-sucking arse!" She spins and lobs the chunk of stone through the air with a surprising bit of accuracy.
With a slow exhale, Igniz reaches up his arms, and then suddenly all of the energy hanging in the air zooms towards him; the visual is strange, as if the area was suddenly turned into hyperspace, and multiple lines of energy zoom. Yes, sadly, the feminine transformation has now worn off. But now he is shining brightly, looking at his hands and flexing his fingers. He almost never is outside his suit, which has always allowed him the finesse he required. But no matter.
Eyes cast up to Demetri, before a palm raises with fingers extended. Slowly, a single point of light begins to flit into existance... before the ground shudders, and everything is powerfully drawn towards the point. Hunks of stone, a piece of column, debris, shattered armor, all strike the singularity and then vanish, the light itself darkening.
"I shall show you prove of my divinity, Demetri. But worry not. You shall live on... as a test subject, eternally dissected..."
COMBATSYS: Igniz focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Demetri blocks Ina's Huge Thrown Object.
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Demetri almost looks a little disappointed with Igniz as he reverts to his natural form, beginning to draw everything to him, even the moonlight. He doesn't even pay attention to all the problems Ina is causing with his entourage. Maximoff doesn't have a lot of time. Energy begins to crawl around his body as he turns towards Igniz. The risk of the thing thrills him, as if it were all a perverse game to him. Of course, a giant rock slams into his head, the product of an impressive effort by the diminutive popstar, causing stars to flood across his vision, and at least for the moment, distracting him from Igniz' powering up.
"Enough, you minx. You'll belong to me now!!" he hisses finally, dashing into Ina and spreading his cloak wide to try and knock her into the air with him with a flash of energy. Floating there, he'll draw his cloak about him tightly, red eyes staring at his thuroughly disarrayed servants, mildly angry with their incompetence. Obligingly, they will open his coffin for her.
"Go to sleep, human, and I will find a fitting job for you tomorrow...!"
COMBATSYS: Ina fails to counter Demon Cradle from Demetri with Bad Romance.
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COMBATSYS: Ina can no longer fight.
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Ina goes flying into the air again. She was really beginning to hate it up here. She lifted her sword, the blade lit up with silvery chi, intending to drive it right into the vampire's smug face. But it's too little too late as she goes rocketing back towards the open coffin. There's a stream of shouted explitives that should not leave a lady's mouth as she hits the coffin. The impact knocking all the air out of her as she crumples to the ground in a useless heap.
"You underestimate me...? So be it." Igniz states. His four tentacles shift up, as his remaining computational power attempts to route the energies within. Each glows blindingly bright, before he suddenly clenches his fist. Blackness, that then glows bright with the caught flame stabilized by the tendrils about him.
"Begone."
And then Igniz thrusts out his hand, opening it towards Demetri. Beneath him, a sudden eruption of runes etches upon the ground. Before a great, engulfing flash of chi snaps up in an attempt to entomb him, and whirl around into a perfect, sealing circle...!!
COMBATSYS: Igniz successfully hits Demetri with Disintegrational Universe.
- Power hit! -
DEMETRI
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Demetri does not escape in time. He is caught within what feels to be an infinite void; no light, no energy, no moon. Nothing, a floating void. But outside, Igniz suddenly lifts his arms and then coalesces. "I hold in my hand... the very power of this universe... the power of creation, and annihilation!!"
And suddenly, the orb erupts into light. Outside, an impression of a great galaxy is upon it, beautiful to behold. Swirling nebula and countless stars. On the inside, Demetri is given a similar sight, only they seem to be all around him, at a distance beyond comprehension. But as Igniz closes his fist, all of it collapses into a singularity. That energy rushing inwards, compressing, before in a great, incredible eruption, a blast roars out in all directions.
The remaining tower splits in half, as Transylvania speaks of a second silver moon that night, visible for dozens of miles above the mountain speaks. It hangs in the air for long moments, whirling about. Leaving Demetri to fall to the ground, Igniz descending to land. The tower finally gives way, leaving the unconscious MURDERHOUSE, Ina, and any random attendants to figure out their own way to survive the rubble impacting the main castle proper, shuddering it's very foundations and sending smoke billowing in all directions.
But one sparking tentacle catches Demetri by the ankle before he himself falls. "Ah... did I go too hard? It is difficult to hold back without the aid of my battlesuit. Allow me to show you my own hospitality, dark one..."
And then, Demetri Maximoff is trapped in a vaccuum from which there is no escape. The space is vast, boundless, and even with his superior sight he cannot see his beloved moon. Red eyes narrowing in the cold icy dark, before millions of stars fills the void. Demetri, a thuroughly insane noble, gives the faintest of grins as he draws his cloak about him, buffeted by the endless cold of dark space.
His voice seems to echo more in his own mind than anywhere else. "Starlight... from every angle. An endless nightfall. An indescribable agony suffuses me. I must admit, a lethal night that never ends is something truly magnificent. It shows me nothing but doom... and I find myself tantalized. Even this much...!! My vengeance will fill even this space..!!!!!"
The vampire's wings spread wide in the void, shining brightly with his full aura, and casting beams of destruction out as far as they will go into the limitless dark, even as it collapses upon him, crushing him underneath an imcomprehensible, undefinable, immeasurable force, crushing even him, the Lord of the Night...!!
A normal creature would have died in the row. His towers certainly begin to crumble underneath the power of Igniz, stone and mortar careening out into the abyss. As it stands, the noble's bizarre powers wane as he lapses deep into a near-death state, now limp in Igniz' silvery tentacle.
Even defeated, his nobleman's garb still seems immaculate, no matter how much of his blood stains it.
Log created on 22:12:24 08/10/2014 by MURDERHOUSE, and last modified on 01:34:03 08/15/2014.