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[Riccto]

Scott cups his hands and brings them to the sky again, half attempting half hoping to bring another bolt down but this time diagonally across and through the body of the demon

[Tarran]

Any chances for a turn on any of your RTDs sometime soon?

[Talarion]

Not today. This laptop which Im using is way too unreliable and much to hard for me to type on. It would be low quality and crappy if I tried to write a turn now, and I'd most likely frustrate myself by accidentally deleting everything by closing the page <.< I will, however, try to get some turns up tomorrowish when I get back to my desktop.

[Talarion]

Turn 7

Dravos continued ripping into the Demon Lord, but gets smacked away. The blow was weak, but enough to send him stumbling away. Tarran takes advantage of the situation, and stabs deep into the Demon Lord's spine. It howls in rage, wrenching it's body around and jerking the sword from Tarran's grip. It's back slowly begins to regenerate, only causing more pain as it tries to regenerate over the sword. The Demon aims a kick at Tarran, only to have Solum appear and fire a rapid barrage of kicks like bullets from a machine-gun. Directly into a lightning bolt that sears through the Demon, bisecting it. The Demon howls in rage, it's dark blood pooling underneath it... but it was still sustaining itself, as any Demon Lord should be able to. The Demon Lord raises it's arm, rage on it's face. "You have mocked me enough... prepare to die!" It shouted, while a large amount of energy-spears formed above it's hand. It pulled it's arm back, ready to throw, and just as it went to throw... the spears dissipated. Akhain was standing back up, leaning against a tree, his hand outstretched. "This area... is my dominion!" Arms of shadow ripped through the air, their hands turning into blades to impale the Demon Lord, which then dissapeared... or rather, exploded. The arms retreated, as a shadowy form appeared behind Akhain, staring at the Shadow that it was strikingly similar too... Akhain glanced to the Shadow. "Cyphus Leroe, I guess we should call you. The Shadow of, to be specific." His face was set in a grimace as his 'dominion' dissapeared like a shattered pane of glass, and he slid down the tree, a mask of pain replacing the grimace.

[Tarran]

"Uhh, thanks," Tarran says to Solum. "thanks for saving me from getting kicked in the face. With a lord like that... I don't think I would've been in a shape to get up afterwards." Tarran picks up his sword. "Aww man, it's bloody and covered with demon guts all over now." He makes a few swift motions trying to get the blood and guts off, to only some effect.

He then looks to Akhain. "Uhhhh... how bad?"

[KaguroDraven]

Dravos growls and forces his transformation back to 'normal' before resumeing his normal apathetic look, pretending what just happened didn't happen.

[Talarion]

Akhain looked at Tarran briefly, before closing his eyes. "I forcefully put a lock on my magical energy... it feels like something is trying to eat me from the inside out, while ripping me apart and setting me on fire. But it'll go away soon. I hope." He shuddered slightly as a wave of pain rippled through him... He would be fine in a few minutes, but for now, he felt like hell.

[Tarran]

"We should've brought painkillers, shouldn't have we? Heck, we should've brought a freaking medic. Who assembled our group, anyway?"

[Talarion]

Akhain got a sheepish look on his face, but stayed quite.

(( For lols. ))

[Tarran]

"Oh, um... well, I'm sure you had a reason to forgo the medic... _{It was because you didn't value our lives at all, wasn't it?}"

[Talarion]

"To be fair, none of them were available." Akhain opens his eyes, shrugging slightly, before pulling himself into a standing position. "It's not my fault that I was told to assemble a team and leave immediately..."

[Darvi]

Called it.

Shhhhhh. Duuude. Don't taunt the GM!

[SeriousConcentrate]

Leto powered back down and sat on a nearby boulder, his elbows on his knees and his head bowed. "A question. I don't understand why this mission was so urgent." He looked up at the shadow. "I don't understand you, either. What do you gain from helping us?" Most likely entertainment from watching them fight a Demon Lord. If so, that wasn't a problem. He just wanted to know.

[adwarf]

A voice speaks inside of Cyphus's head, and it says "I should have known you would do something like this you tricky old fart, but I ain't here to yell at you for it I just want you to tell my teammates of my apprentice who will be taking over my position, explain the truth about me, and when you see the councl tell them I said hi you bunch of jackasses."

[breadbocks]

What. Mary Sue #1 gets a ghost too?