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2/2/2016 1:26:21 AM
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*He trips over a hole that he couldn't see. Because it's pitch black in the smoke.*
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[b]he lights the match vrael had given him and charges the dude, shooting at his legs the whole time[/b]
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*Suddenly a pillar of blue fire erupts from the ground, banishing the smoke. Vrael stands there and surveys the area, sword drawn, but Kyoto is nowhere to be found...* "John, what is it?! And I swear to Colonel Dessacre, if this is a prank..."
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"Dessacre? There was that demon worshipper dude... He's around..." [b]he begins to search for him[/b]
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*Off beneath the earth, miles away due to shadow travel, the fire ball in Kyoto's hand is stressing to get to something in the ash, which he picks up. It looks like a shard of glass. Or crystal...* "[b]Finally. Now my journey can truly begin...[/b]"
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[b]he feels something lift him off of the ground. It rapidly turns him around to reveal the endless rows of azazaels teeth, all twisted in a devilish grin[/b] "Why hello there, friend..."
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*He chants something, an ancient tongue, primordial and archaic. Behind Azazael a gate opens in the air, and begins to draw the demonic being into Hell. When Azazael lets go to hold onto the ground he lands and grins.* "[b]Why do you fight your very nature? You should be helping me, not trying to eat me.[/b]"
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[b]he jokingly bows down[/b] "Oh, please forgive me, your royal rotundancy." [b]he says sarcastically before throwing a knife at him[/b]
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*He palms the knife, making it explode in dark energy. He then begins to walk away.* "[b]You should be more careful when entering and exiting hell.[/b]" *He says this as he points behind Azazael to a stream of Fear Mongers pouring out of the gate he opened.*
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[b]azazael engages the demons, while the Previously hidden John left hooks Kyoto from the shadows, his sword radiating light[/b] "TRING TO RUN ARE YOU?! ILL DEAFEN YOUR GODS IN YOUR SCREAMS!"
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*He grabs Johns wrist with his right hand, the fireball gone as its service was done. Using this he pulls John into his obsidian sacrificial blade, stabbing him.* "[b]You should have let me go.[/b]"
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[b]he rips the blade from his chest and drives it into his attackers eye[/b] "ID RATHER DIE!"
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*He chuckles from behind John.* "[b]And so you shall. But not yet. The Obsidian Blade of the Caragors is an artifact that I try not to use to often, as there is severe risk should I accidentally cut myself. An immediate effect, which you're currently under, messes with your movements though the nerves between your muscles and your brain, and then proceeds to wreak havoc on your nerves, eventually shutting them all down after hours of pain and spasming. And all this from...an ant.[/b]"
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"N....never... NEVER!" [b]he feels any form of teleportation lock, azazael stand behind him, casting some sort of aura over him as John hobbles over. [/b]
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"I... will... PREVAIL!" [b]he charges him[/b]
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*He continues to laugh as he retrieved the blade, and disappears into the nearest shadow, using it to escape with his prize. Fenrir had been fighting the Fear Mongers with Azazael, but rushed over once they were all dead.*
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"Hey vrael... Wh-what brrrrings you here..." [b]he collapses to the ground and begins to spasm and writhe around In pain[/b]
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[b]he pops back with a cartoony noise[/b] "Bruh you honestly thought...."
