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Dusk Attack RAWR [Completed]

Character(s): Soma, Sword, Dusks....
Content: Soma and Sword get attacked en route to O Pastor! =O ZOMG!
Setting: H8, near Nifelheim area's Cafe Eresat
Time: Week2, afternoon
Warnings: Potential violence ahead?

Sword let out a quiet mewl of surprise as he was scooped up into the air, finding himself clinging to Soma's ankles and trying not to look at the ground. His stomach did flip-flops when he did.... It did a different kind, though, when he saw the things emerging from the energy blossoms, fully-grown flower children of hell.

They looked.... deadly. Even without the full use of their fingers. Who had managed to belt them together, anyway? Honestly, these things looked ten times scarier than most of Nightmare's monsters.... They looked unpredictable too, like they had no motor control whatsoever--the gaping blackness showing through their strange mouths suggested it was so.

He swallowed a whimper as the Dusk came at them, but was glad he'd been picked up facing backwards, jerking a little in Soma's talons to draw his sword and point. "Soma--behind us! What are those things?" He'd definitely never seen one before; it wasn't something any small group of Dreamlanders could handle, by the looks of it. Well, maybe Kirby, if he had help.... but inhaling one of those things didn't look like it would be healthy at all.

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Soma glanced back over his 'shoulder' between wingbeats and stifled a curse. "I don't know, but they look like trouble," he said in a voice that was surprisingly mellow given the type of creature he had become. "I can't outfly them. We're going to have to either hide or fight," he said, already looking ahead for a convenient alleyway or a balcony that would be low enough for him to reach with his added burden.

There were none.

"I don't think we're going to be able to hide..." he said after a couple more moments' consideration, his voice conveying nothing so much as resigned displeasure. Figuring that his lead on the creature was apt to disappear soon, Soma dropped down to a safe height to drop Sword then winged over and expanded back into his human form. The red tint to his eyes did not go away this time as he drew his sword, its blade flashing to burning life as the air hit it. "Laevatain, l'draeval uriu doer whol dos ulu kla'ath dosst jabbuk."

The three weaved together like threads of string, looping over and under each other in a combined wave and then separating. Divide and conquer, right? Strategy? No... No strategies. Not possible. Impossible.

No senses. None of them. Didn't sense danger, just knew the targets were there; little blobs of energy that weren't them and therefore came T-A-R-G-E-T-S and all three converged towards the closest one to what would obviously be a painful encounter.

Why no eyes? Could use eyes. Needed eyes.... needed...

One of the three swiveled down and around towards the target's (Soma's) side and then snapped up in front of him, recoiling back in a quick motion when it came too close and grazed the blade - would be shrieking in pain if this Nobody could scream. It slivered behind where the other two were coming in for their attack - flashes and blurs of where in their movements and the two closed in...

Sword nodded at that, though it couldn't be seen by his companion. He would have preferred hiding, seeing those horrible things.... he would fight if he had to, though.... even if he was starting to feel kind of ill. He landed with a solid thump and winced as his stomach lurched, one hand on the ground to keep his balance, the other still clutching his sword before him, to defend himself if necessary. He had to gawk at Soma's though.... Not only was it enormous, but it was on fire. How could a sword burn like that, and without melting?

How could he possibly help against these things? ....then again, how could he possibly not help his new friend? That would just be cowardly. Sword darted forward and around to go after the one that had already been hurt, aiming to dive between its legs while slashing at one. Maybe he was more maneuverable. Hopefully. He really would be if he could manage to hack through a leg or something, get ot off balance.... Where were the vital spots on a thing like this?

Soma ducked back as quickly as he could, intercepting the dusk's first attack with his sword. The beast recoiled as if in pain, but did not make a sound; indeed, none of the three were.

The other two moved in before he could continue with this line of reasoning, and Soma was all too busy to think much more about it at that time. Duck, dodge, parry, riposte, counterattack, parry, duck... It was all too quick to keep accurate track of what his body was doing.

Pretty soon, his coat had a hole in it; not long thereafter, his left arm, just below the shoulder, was bloodied. He was only able to spare the occassional glance to see how his miniscule companion was faring; admittedly, the guy was wearing armor, so he was better protected, but still.

This is not to say Soma was taking the worst of the fight; both dusks sported numerous injuries, though none of them seemed to be slowing down in the least. The smell of singed... whatever they were filled the air, tinged with the coppery smell of blood.

This scent had a rather... shall we say unique?... effect on Soma. As the battle went on, his hair became more and more dishevelled, his eyes deepening in color from a dark blue to purple, and thence to red. Laevatain burned brighter as this transformation took place, responding to its master's boiling rage.

At his throat, a small pendant began to glow and vibrate; his canine teeth grew a little bit longer, from ordinary teeth into fangs, and as they did, a gate deep within Soma's soul broke open.

Dark power flooded his body, limning Laevatain with a black flame that crackled with intensity as runes engraved in the blade's surface glowed brighter than the fire surrounding the hellforged steel.

A faint black aura surrounded Soma's body, leaving an afterimage of darkness behind whenever he moved. Laevatain sang as one of the dusks took this momentary pause in movement to move in and attack yet again. The creature's 'arm' parted with its body, and vanished before it hit the ground...

It would have been heartbreaking if they had a heart. They didn't notice the change of this certain character, and maybe if they had - if they coukd - they would have fled. Instead, they had the similar thought of Resistance and then the black flame ruined them.

The one left flew through the air and jittered off to the side. Intelligence... Intelligence wasn't anything. Orders were what drove it to do just what it did; every motion within its life.

That 'concept' was its drive. What conjured the odd energy to take him from the area - resistanceresistanceresistance - and it left as the other two broke apart.

Sword found himself sprawling on the ground as he went through his first attack, scrambling back to his feet and going after the one Soma wasn't handling again. He didn't seem to be making much progress, to his frustration; indeed, the thing--whatever it was--seemed to be almost.... ignoring him? It was almost insulting, even if he was glad to not really be actively pursued to have his armored ass handed to him.

His eyes widened at the sight of the dark flames and darker power engulfing Soma and his sword, and the young Flopsem knight found himself gaping as the pair of Nobodies exploded into energy. The one he had been harassing disappeared, and shaken, Sword just stared at Soma, not daring to get too close to the ~~sort of creepy~~ enraged almost-vampire ~~who was kind of starting to scare him~~. "Soma....? Are you okay?"

He looked down at his sword, thinking about how useless it would be if Soma came after him next if he didn't calm down, and noted with some exasperation that it was still perfectly clean--he hadn't even drawn blood, much less severed a limb like Soma had done....

Soma swept the blade of Laevatain clean (there was little more than soot on its surface) and slipped it back into its sheath on his belt. The air of dark power surrounding him did not go away, but even so, there was a calm center to it; as if, even with all this -darkness- flowing from him, he was still in control.

The reason for that glowed softly at his throat; the charm Mina had given him.

"There is someone in this city I must go to. She's in terrible danger. Will you come with me, Sir Sword?" His tone did not sound hollow, but there was a definite change in timbre to it; as if someone else were using Soma's voice.

He could feel the currents of dark power flowing through the area; they whirled and eddied, flowed and stagnated, festering so much in some areas that it seemed they must summon some demonic force through from the nether realms. It was almost like home; but the creatures here did not answer to him.

Yet.

....Why-why wasn't the dark black evil-feeling stuff going away? Everything was gone! The fight was over! ....Right? Sword fidgeted a little as he sheathed his own sword, nervously fluffed up (and he was quite fluffy, so had the metal shell not been matting his fur down, he would have been quite the puffball) in the privacy of beneath his armor. He really didn't like the fact that Soma's voice had changed either..... This just didn't feel like it was Soma entirely.

The Flopsem nearly whimpered at the question, forcing himself to shuffle forward a few awkward paces so he wouldn't back the hell away. "I.... who are you going to see?" He didn't mean to hedge.... But still, Soma was spooking him. Even so, just look at the discrepancy between their performances! He'd get massacred if he didn't stay with Soma.... But would he if he stayed, too?

Soma looked carefully at the little fluffball-turned-knight. He had every right to be scared; standing before him was one of the most powerful individuals from Soma's homeworld, and also one of its most dangerous.

But Soma was not yet fully Dracula. Mina was here, somewhere; he could feel it. And that alone was keeping him focused enough to maintain control. If Dracula took over now, there was no force in or out of Paixao (short of a dozen or so Lumens) that could bring him back.

Settling back into himself, Soma shook off the aura of power. It was still there, inside him, waiting for his command, but it was resting. His voice, too, had gone back to its more normal range; but his eyes remained red, a sure sign that his blood was still up, so to speak.

"Her name is Mina. Mina Hakubi. She is a very dear friend of mine, and if I do not go to her, there is every likelihood she will be killed... at which point, the person you know as Soma will cease to be."

Sword's hackles made a good faith effort to bristle even further than the armor was allowing them to at that declaration; it was still creepy. Damned creepy. And he really liked Soma a lot better when the guy wasn't fighting or using weird powers, he decided. Still.... still, he guessed safe was better than dead, and sane better than absolutely batshit. "Oh.... o-okay. We, ah, should get going as quickly as possible, then...." His ears pressed back more tightly against his head, but he forced himself to step over and stand next to Soma, hoping the trip would be short. The last one had been kind of unsettling....

Without preamble, Soma bent down and scooped up the diminuitive little knight. With his best attempt at a reassuring smile (it looked more like a fanged grin), he said, "Don't worry. I won't let that happen. But you may want to cover your ears; breaking the sound barrier at ground level is rather loud."

They made for an interesting pair, the near-vampire and the miniature knight, the former all but cradling the latter in his crossed arms. ~~My kingdom for a camera...~~

"And hold on tight..."

Sword made a faintly indignant little noise at the loss of dignity, but supposed it couldn't be helped. Still, the unseen expression was a bit sour. "I can't; I'm wearing a helmet." Besides, he'd have to not hold on tight to cover his ears, and he'd have to hold his helmet, too.... he'd need three sets of hands. Either way, he pressed his ears against his head as firmly as he could to block out the anticipated noise ~~and because that fangy grin sort of made him want to curl into a ball and hide~~.

He reached out and took a double fistful of Soma's shirt into gauntleted hands to hang on, leaning in close to Soma's chest to minimize the risk of being dropped. Were he not wearing his armor, the picture a camera might have gotten would have been several times cuter--not only because of his inherent cuteness, but because he would have been cuddling up to Soma for some measure of comfort. Rather hard with metal keeping you from doing that, though....

Soma closed his eyes, 'feeling' the lines of power of the city, judging which would take him closest to Mina. One glowed a little brighter than the rest, a sure sign that he was on the right track.

Slowly, Soma levitated into the air about three inches as a corona of clear energy formed a bubble around him. This bubble would protect him while he moved, and was all but impenetrable; it had been used to mow down many a zombie before now, and he figured the weird white things would be just as easily mowed.

With a sound like a canon being fired, Soma leapt into motion, trailing a glowing stream of energy from his bubble; wind rushed past in a howling roar, and as he passed the sonic threshold, he heard the distinct shockwave forming around the shaped bubble.

Just like clockwork. He'd be to Mina's general location in under ten minutes, at this rate...

Sword's eyes widened as they floated up into the air--didn't Soma need to be a bat to fly?--and were.... um, bubblified. What the hell. The cannon-roar and obscenely loud wind wake of their take-off and progress drowned out Sword's squall as they blazed forward. He leaned forward far enough to hide his face against Soma's chest, whimpering quietly. His ears were ringing painfully, and the speeds they were going at were positively dizzying.

His stomach was churning even worse than it had been during their brief fly, to make matters worse, and he made a noise somewhat akin to a cat trying not to cough up a hairball, praying the trip wasn't going to be long. Soma would find him very eager to get down to the ground again, to the point of actual struggle. After all, it was nice to be taken with; it was only good manners to not be violently ill all over your benefactor....

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