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[Six]

(Skarfang)

Skarfang turned and looked at the dragonhumie, noticing he was staring. “Wot yoo lookin’ at?” His attention was diverted by someone crying out and he ran over to it, curiosity piqued “Hey! Deres anuvver humie ovar ‘ere!”

((Drake, that would be you, remember, Skarfang is big, green, armoured and spoiling for a fight.))
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 (Drak’Shal)

The Daemon didn’t block, instead he flared his wings and, beating them down swiftly moved to the side, the buffeting force of the wings should either dislodge or distract the one climbing up to his back.

Drak’Shal swung his sword at the vampire; the strike was aimed for the midriff and had a great amount of force behind it. He roared battle cries of Khorne.

“Blood for the Blood God!!! Skulls for the Skull Throne!!”

The Daemon heard another’s voice in his head, it didn’t startle him as he was focused on slaughter, but he replied in the blunt brutal fashion that Khornate Daemons use, driving a ‘spike’ of rage at the others mind, it was wordless and contained only a glimpse of the Daemons purpose, the hunger for slaughter and blood.

The Daemon became even more angry as he was suddenly bound to the spot, his wings had already beat and he had been moving when the bonds engaged so his weight was immediately thrown against them, he raged and ripped two of the bindings from the ground, not feeling any wounds as he chanted twisted words in the Daemontongue.

The blade slashed across his neck and eye merely rebounded across his Warp-flesh, as he closed his lid the moment he sensed the others intent.

His strike had been foiled and as he had been momentarily stopped he could not avoid the vampire’s weapon completely and it drove a bloody furrow in his side.

Drak’Shal roared more in fury then in pain and, lashing out with his axe severed the last of the bonds and aimed another sword blow at the vampire, although now its rage was beginning to target the other, the one that had bound him briefly.

He swung as he finished his chant and, cracking his tail like a whip caused blood to drip off him, gathering next to him, he then lashed his barbed tail at the one climbing his back, quickly and viciously. A ghostly howl echoed from apparently nowhere as the blood began to form a shape, reminiscent of a hound, but with little fur and massive fangs, a brass spiked collar around its neck

((The Flesh Hound: [spoiler][/spoiler] ((Pick one))

[GeneralDrake_UNSC]

lance Corporal Drake 22nd S.A.S Regiment

Drake would scan the Area some more as he looks for anything as he suddenly hears “Hey! Deres anuvver humie ovar ‘ere!”

He would spin around his Skorpion raised as he see's a giant armored green.... thing as he would stand there staring at the thing "....... WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!?!?!?!?!" Drake would suddenly Burst out. He would quickly change from His Skorpion  to his M4AISD (or the M4 carbine silenced or surpressed) his M4 Raised to the things head

"I'll ask again.... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!!!!!!!"

[Six]

(Skarfang, mah Burna Boy)

"Hur hur! Yer a git if'in ya fink dat liddle daka shoota is gunna do much, Iz wearin' a 'elmut"

Skarfang grinned, boy this humie was amusing, what with its little guns and all.

He thumped his chest "We'z Orkz an' we waz made fer fightin' ab' winnin'!" He was not at all concerned about he gun, knowing that the bullets wouldn't penetrate his helmet and he could snap the humies neck like a stick if he felt like it.



((Skarfang is 9', has thick, ripped off hull plating as armor and is wearing an improvised welding mask as a helmet, is thick and hard to penetrate., He's carrying a flamethrower with no ammo (at the moment, he has more tanks on his ship) and a large blade 'bout the size of a dwarf))
((He's also rather heavily muscled, and is smoking a cigar inside enclosed helmet))

[Darth Revan]

Parker kept hold as the great beast tried to buck him off. "Whoa boy!" He yelled. <Yippee Ki-yay mother ****er.> Ran throught his mind.

He continued to climb up the creature's back, bracing every twitch and dodge the monster made. Thor chimes in, <6 o' clock!> Parker shoves his left foot into the creature's back, increases his grip with his left hand and lets go with his entire left side, swinging his body away from the incoming tail. (The tail should stab the creature's back.)

Keeping his momentum, Parker leaps off of the creature's back, and grabs one of the cables still hooked to the creature's back. He then swings up and above in front of the beast, and aims to land on top of its head.

((Your creature should be too busy worrying about the vampire's attacks to dodge the Spartan landing on his head, but it's your call.))

[Six]

((How big does everyone think he is!? I made him merely 12', but I could make him bigger if that helps  ))

[Darth Revan]

((He's still a biggun'. He's a strong guy, so he'd be able to support my swinging off of him, and by his head, I mean landing on his shoulders, sorry.))

[Six]

(9I see, thats ok, just wondering))
((Post'll be up..))

[Six]

((Now))

(Drak'Shal)

(Drak’Shal)

He barked a word of command at the Hound, which had completely formed and it stalked around to circle another (Zarris), it would attack until either it or the target was dead.

Drak’Shal roared in anger as he felt his tail miss the other entirely and gouge his own back, he felt one of the cables jerk as the other put its weight on it and felt it tug the flesh of his back as the cable swung.

He dropped his axe, which immediately retracted on its chain back to his belt, and swiped at the cable, tearing it off as the Mortal released it, the Daemon snarled and threw the detached cable at the vampire, grabbing his axe from his belt and once more preparing to use it.

As he felt the mortal land on his shoulder, the Khornate Daemon flexed his shoulders and shook like a dog, which should dislodge even the most determined of foes. The hooked and spiked chains that were a part of him flailed as he shook, providing a danger to the Mortal.


((Flesh Hounds have remarkably tough skin, not as strong as that of Drak’Shal, and there strong and very determined))
((It can be killed tho, but can you kill it in at least two posts? Just so it doesnt seem autokillable, don't want it to seem like a helplessly slaughtered puppy. That okay, Zarris?))
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((Parker, the chains are not the cables that formerly bound him to the ground; they were in the full body pic that I found for Drak’Shal))

[Darth Revan]

((Yeah, I got you.))

Before Parker could get a good grip on the thing's thick neck, it began shaking like a dog. Parker held on for all he could, alas the torque of the shakes made him lose his grip. He was flung off. He was thrown so far and fast, it seemed like he would hit the blood hound.

[Myitt]

((Aww...the Flesh Hound is kinda cute    ))

[Alic]

((I want to reply but I'm so lost)
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[Myitt]

((You could have Alic come inside and talk to Myitt or Corliss, who are pretty much just sitting there x3))

[Kit Zarris]

(Righto)

Gives an exasperated grin as he straitens up a bit.  "So much for this being clean and quick."  Looking the hound over for a moment he raises his daggers again and begins to circle it in turn.  With a sudden burst of speed he lunges forward giving an outside strike to the left side of the hound while keeping enough mobility to dodge away if need be.

[Shenmue654]

Mar grins a bit at the comment Ossanlin made. <I would love it if you were willing to part with it, but I doubt that's an option with someone so noble. Just make sure that you take that ugly brute of a demon out of the picture.>

Mar then closes his eyes and attempts to sense for the peculiar field of energy the two Light-based users are tapping into. He can see it and it seems  familiar, as if from another life and time. Hmn. The usual method of entry appears to involve channeling the current through the body by some form of internal conduit. I have no idea if I'd possess such a thing, but I might be able to use the current as a way to make some of my powers more accessible in this body. Mmph...this is insane, what I'm trying to do. But I can't bear to be so crippled any longer.

So Mar attempts to let go of his current perceptions and send a pulse through the energy. It feels better to forget about the limitations of his current mind and focus on something he's good at. He can only hope he's not too disrupted by the fight going on behind him.

((You can make all the "I feel a disturbance in the Force" jokes you want. XD "Poor guy's" just trying to get himself un-broken. But he won't really be able to do that completely, ever. Being human sucks. x3 ))

[Alic]

((alic is inside having a drink. just catching up on everything here seems overwhelming))