KarnaAs the last remnants of the parasite burned away, leaving the skin beneath burned black from fire rather than the twisted black of the parasite, Karna's hand left Lucas' arm, fire dissipating like he had turned off the gas to a Bunsen burner.
"I am curing him of his parasidic problem, of course. This is naturally the quickest way to take care of it. Are there any issues with it? I understand your concern, but he can clearly take it and then some."
Ramesses
Enkidu shook his head as fiery rain fell on him with no apparent damage. "How pitiful, you are but a puppet still dancing in the palm of your own delusions. A King must not let anyone, above or under the Heavens dictate his conduct, for Gods were not meant to rule over men."
The green-haired hero raised an arm as he aimed for the ophidian's heads entangled with tree branches. His own limb grew, twisted and flattened in the shape of a sword far exceeding the scale of what a human body could manipulate. With this unnamed blade, one the size of a skyscraper, Enkidu slashed horizontally with the intention of getting rid of the numerous heads and attacking his heroic opponent in one swift and powerful movement.
"Proof is, the Gods are long dead and so is their era. Your taming of their previous pets does not impress me, Impostor. For I battled the Bull of Heaven itself and, alongside my old friend, emerged victorious."
It hadn't been a mistake to rebel against the Gods, Humanity had no need for their guidance.
A beam of sheer destruction fell on the false king as the creation of gods launched his own attack, the source being the embodiment of the sun, an elemental of fire and for many, an inspiration for many legends. Enkidu felt a familiar radiance from above and felt his soul resonate with the phoenix's cry.
The entrapped hydra was beheaded and the sword, great as a tower, descended upon Ramesses now. He was truly impressed. For once, his opponent was no weak lizard or armored bint. This was a power worthy of praise.
As the sword came close, the great Sphinx stood upon it's hind legs and grasped the sword between it's two great paws, bringing it to a halt with some difficulty.
"Whether you bow to the gods or abandon them, it does not truly matter if you are strong. I became the greatest king by being strong, and by being strongest, I shall leave your pathetic faithlessness in the dust!"
The hydra, beheaded and trapped thought it was, began to twitch once more. Two heads sprung from every disembodied neck, and the creature's body began to spill the foulest poison at the shed of it's blood, rotting the air around it, killing the tree that entrapped it, causing it to decompose away. Heads of the many-necked snake began to descend down the sword held by the Sphinx, some holding it in place while others sped forth, hoping to leave the green-haired thing a devoured mess.
The beam of fire that came towards his head was still of worry to Rider, however, and as such, the heads of two white Dragons poked through thin air, spewing forth a great flood's worth of water colder than than the absolute zero point, yet still liquid, meeting the fire of the bird in the sky with great vigor, causing steam to clog the air around them.
Rider was beginning to feel the tug on his will; Without the ability to fully bring forth his Reality Marble, he could only command so many beasts at once, and he was approaching his limit. However, no matter how outnumbered he was, he remained confident. Not once had he suffered defeat before, and to these plebeians would not be where he first experienced that humiliation.
Caules"Your loss", answered Caules with a shrug of his shoulders as he took a seat by the large window looking into the street, waving the knight over as he looked through the glass.
He sat in silence, thinking, until his food arrived, at which point he started the conversation.
"So, it might not just be me, but isn't our current search plan a bit", he stopped briefly to take a bite of his kebab, "inefficient? Going by the map on my phone, this city is larger than Switzerland, and not much easier to navigate, the signal keeps dying and the city guard haven't seen even a slight of my sister. Do you think there's anywhere we can go to get mercenary help? I mean, money's not an issue."
Vice-Director "The Queen" Barthomeloi LoreleiLocation: Minato's perimeter, 11:29AM
Wilhelm had never been the kind of vampire people hated. He stuck to bloodbags, or at times of need, non-lethal doses of fresh blood. He might've maybe hung out with the wrong crowd, a group of his kind not quite as peaceful as he was, but he wasn't sure how that had deserved him his current fate.
His friends, Jack, Giovanni, Marcin and Krisstoff, or whatever was now left of them, laid scattered throughout the alley they usually hung out in during the daytime hours. Giovanni had tried his moves on some passing-by high class noblewoman, only for her to crush his head with a metallic hand like a ripe plum. As if she had some sixth sense, she had discerned their vampiric nature at a glance (not like they kept it much of a secret) and fell upon them like a storm of gauntlet blows and lightning bolts, reducing the group from a "them" to simply Wilhelm, cowering in the alley corner like a frightened cat.
The gloved hand took a grasp on his neck, lifting him up with strength completely unlike that of a human's, the holy metal burning his flesh on contact, causing him to scream.
"NO PLEASE PLEASE DON-"
His entire head was vaporized by a burst of lightning from the gauntleted hand before he could even finish begging for mercy, and his body dropped uselessly to the floor, before turning to ash.
"Rot in whatever hell you come to exist in, Dead Apostle", said the brown-haired woman with a scorn in her cold voice, before turning heel.
"Tch, how disgusting."
Lorelei had taken to wipe off the blood of the vile bloodsuckers from her gauntlet and silk dress shirt with a large handkerchief, a Mystic Code in its own right that disintegrated Dead Apostle blood on contact. Soon enough, she was
One of the defiling creatures had actually taken to make advances upon her. To think, the sheer nerve of such a monstrosity! She might've had the dignity to merely stare down a normal suitor, but just the thought of a bloodsucker finding her attractive disgusted her to the point where she might've vomited.
Lorelei bit her lip in disgust. She had taken it upon herself to complete the task the Tohsaka heir and the second-generation whelp had been assigned. She knew that trusting that whimsical Magician Apostle was something one should never do, so she had ordered him send her the same way, causing her to almost be thrown into the ocean on the other side, had she not frozen the water immediately with an arctic wind. Since then, she had searched for the brats, and in the process found out that this was a city where creatures like bloodsuckers and werebeasts ruled the night.
Naturally, as the Head of the Barthomeloi, this could not stand. Eliminating them had almost taken priority over her original objective, and now, after trying to supress her hate for the sake of her mission for so long, she had snapped at the comment of the man who had not even hid his fangs properly. Now it was merely of identifying her targets.
She put her handkerchief, not a drop of blood on it, back in her front pocket and then cracked the knuckles on her unarmored hand, cropping stick inside her coat.
'
In the name of the Barthomeloi, I will destroy each and every one of these defilers of the world.'
