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A battlefield most divine

Who: The General, Derek, Vincent, Rydia, Miyabi
What: People dying!
When: The 14th, 10PM - 12 AM
Where: The Underwater Facility
Summary: As his forces fly ahead of him, The General arrives to slaughter some Lucetians
Rating: Varies

[Across the Underwater City, the General marches a slow march towards Sector One, where he intends to finish off any who have not yet escaped. His enemy may be the Lucetians, but his primary goal is the Malnosso. As he makes his way there, he is often flanked by Elites, but any who dare challenge him will receive a one on one match.]

((ooc: separate threads for each, please! If you wish to still sacrifice your character for death, feel free to tag in.))

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[Rydia stares around, frustrated. It took only one moment of chaos for her to become separated from Kain and Ceodore and the others. Warping back to the safety of the residence area isn't an option; she has to ensure their safety as well. So, despite her weariness, Rydia wades through the battlefield, slinging thunder, fire and blizzards at any enemies in her path.]

[Ah. Rydia, the summoner and born of Mist. He lingers a moment, watching her display of magic. Two of his elite stand at either side of him. He turns his head to his left and then his right, indicating they should stay put. He begins his pace towards her, although for the moment remaining unarmed, in spite of the sword sheathed at his side.

At the sign of the General approaching, those fighters currently engaged in fighting the summoner back off, moving off to the sides as if to watch what would ensue.]

[Rydia pauses, startled as they back away. She's never seen that happen; if anything, the fighting over the past few days has grown more vicious, more desperate. This sudden change provokes a frown as she glances about and notices the man heading toward her. Thinking fast, she casts a Flare spell, centered on him.]

[After Derek had helped with his groups' objectives, he'd decided to stay and help evacuate the last of the straggling Malnosso survivors. He's pretty intent on it, helping to guide people down the right corridors and the like. But he pauses when his senses tell him that there's newcomers in the area. He turns around, facing this new group of people.

Within a few seconds, he's shooing his charges ahead of him, urging them to run before turning to face the oncoming men.]

[Seeing that there are still those Malnosso who need flee, the General sends his men ahead of him, who take to the air to overtake them. This leaves him alone, advancing on Derek. He knew full well who this man was. One who was cursed, lingering between humanity and vampirism.

He draws his sword as he approaches, fully intended to cut this one down.]

[As soon as the elites take flight, Derek's gun is out and trained on them, but he doesn't shoot. They're too far away for an accurate aim, and gone too quickly. He can only give the retreating group of Malnosso a regretful glance and hope Jack and the others can hold their own and get the stragglers out.

Aware that the General is approaching, he puts the gun away and draws his sword, holding it easy but ready to defend. He gives the other man a steady, unafraid look.]

This doesn't have to be necessary.

[It's said with the calm knowledge that he's talking to someone who's not likely to listen.]

[When Derek speaks, he slows to a stop.]

You made a poor choice of allies. [His tone is not quite what Derek might expect from a bloodthirsty killer. There is an almost ancient sound to it, one filled with the wisdom of countless lifetimes.]

[Derek's answer is quiet and measured, and he does note the sound of the other man's voice.]

Considering they hold the keys to my cage, and the opposing side seems intent only on killing me, I don't see where I have much of a choice.

Then I will grant you the freedom of being removed from this world.

[At that, he begins to advance, sword raised. His slow movements suddenly give way to superhuman speed as he suddenly lunges forward to strike.]

[Ohcrap!

The only thing that saves Derek from the blow is being used to dealing with vampires that can move fast enough to take out a whole cafe in three seconds time. As it is, that blades still scores, taking flesh and some blood with as the hunter skitters out of the way.

He manages to squelch the gasp, but not the instinctive hunch as he tries to put some distance between them.]

Spoken like a true, blind fanatic.

[He braces himself for the next blow.]

[Vincent has long since lost control of the monsters within, but it's not such a terrible fate letting them out here on the battlefield. They get the bloodshed they crave with no risk to anyone undeserving. Especially for Chaos, the one who's come out now. The demonic creature revels in killing, something which he's done plenty of out here.]

[So when he notices the General approaching, Chaos turns his full attention to him. Such a strong life for him to end...]

[A beast. This one has given into his baser instincts? Very well, the General will oblige him with the absolution of a short death. He remains still, sword drawn, and waits for the beast to come to him.]

[As he closes in on the general, this is one of the few times Vincent is actually glad he's in this form. Although that also means giving over more of himself to the monster... but if it keeps him transformed long enough to deal with the General, he'll risk it.]

[...at least he's hoping the transformation lasts. He's bee fighting for a long time.]

[Chaos, on the outside, cares nothing for his human host's dilemmas. All he wants is a target to kill. He swoops down to lash at the General with his claws.]

[He raises his left arm to defend the blow, the claws searing flesh. There is only a minor sense of discomfort in his face and the wounds quickly begin to heal. With his right, he returns the attack with a slice of the sword, moving with superhuman speed that not even his elites could hope to match.

[The sword strikes a shoulder, but Chaos keeps going heedless of the damage. His healing is a little more gradual, but it's still no concern of his. He has no strategy beyond the berserk rampage. So he throws his head and arms back with a roar and then unleashes Chaos Saber, sending a burst of fire at the General.]

[The General raises a hand, the burst of fire suddenly stopping in mid air, hanging for half a second, before its returned in full to the beast. He nearly glides over the ground as he lunges forward, aiming his sword at the heart of the creature.]

[Chaos moves back swiftly to evade the incoming blow- or try- but he's already been strained enough as it is in this long day of fighting. And the General is incredibly fast. The result is a nasty chest wound.]

[With a roar of pain, Chaos rapidly starts losing control. But before he de-transforms, he unleashes Satan Slam, a large skull and burst of damaging flames appearing in the ground below the General, before it bursts and a smaller flaming skull attacks.]

[As that attack finishes, Chaos loses more energy... and then starts shifting form, to become the human once more.]

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