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[Kit Zarris]

"Tenacious little runt, aren't you?"  Sparing himself a brief moment to check on the progress of the rest of the battle he notes the others being pushed back a bit.  It looked like one was even missing an arm...  "No more time to play around it seems."  The knife in his right hand seems to vanish, and a moment later is replaced by an ornate silver sword, the green gem in its hilt glowing for a moment before the sword begins to crack fiercely with the same Red energy.  Still surging energy into the hounds skull he swings swiftly and viscously at its neck with enough force to sever the head completely.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

**Ossanlin**

Ossanlin watches the Hell hound twitch with twin blue beams of energy piercing its eyes.  <I had thought you were weakened with your armor as such, perhaps I was mistaken.  I'm glad you finished it, I would've been hardpressed to avoid it completely.>

Ossanlin glances over at Mar and almost gasps before catching himself.  <Flight?  I don't suppose that's the only power you've discovered how to use again?  This one seems only to want blood...it will not reason.  I attacked it's mind while it was distracted and did a bit of damage I believe, but the reverse feedback the thing threw at me was almost enough to knock me unconscious, my head still hurts and I think it could do worse if it could throw all of it's concentration into an attack.  It bleeds apparently...I don't know, we may need blades to take it down though I don't relish the thought of getting closer to it.>


**Celebrin**

Celebrin senses the hound change direction and immediately leaps to the side again with the assistance of the Force.  Celebrin, however, is used to dealing with more natural opponents...the hound moves ethereally quick and its teeth slice through his left boot as it leaves the ground, the sharp spikes drawing furroughs through the flesh on the top of his foot to his toes.  Celebrin grunts in surprise and his foot begins to burn unnaturally.  Apparently this creature had some sort of corrosive or poisonous saliva.

Celebrin grunts as he lands from his sideways leap and leaps again toward the trees, baiting the hound.  He channels Force energy into healing his foot, but cannot manage to rid himself of the wound.  He concentrates a constant trickle of energy to the foot which apparently has slowed or halted the acidic action of the saliva and has muted the pain.  He lands and hobbles, pretending the injury has affected him grievously as it certainly would have had he not the power of the Force in him.  Perhaps the hound would see an injured opponent...maybe.  If not...he would leap to the trees and use the terrain to fight the thing...he holds his lightsaber in a menacing position as he continues to "limp" toward the treeline.

[Chad32]

The Vampire tried to block with the pole of his scythe, but he failed and felt the bite of the axe on his other side. He hissed in rage, and leaped back. He decided to try the leash idea again, and made tantacles of energy with hooked blades to better hold the creature. The tentacles sprerad in every direction around him, with the hopes of at least one hooking into him. These were stronger than before, and struggling against them would end up slicing him.

[Gaz]

When the insectoids left to regroup, Asda put her guns away and went to check on Cutter.

Gaz put her weapons away and went over by the Doctor.

Morgan turned and went to be with his crew and to stand guard outside the ship so the insectoids wouldn't burst in anymore. He decided that Cutter was still adjusting, so a large minotaur in the room probably wouldn't help matters.

On the way out he could be heard grumbling, "I came here for a quiet drink. That's all. Now we got large creatures, people showing up out of nowhere and damn bounty hunters!"

Asda reached for Cutter's shirt. "I just need to check your injury. Make sure in the commotion nothing happened."

[Darth Revan]

"Mar, good to see you out and about. The best way to get this creature, is from behind. His tail is a danger, but not entirely. He does have a habit of shaking off any who cling to him, but if you can fly, I don't think you'd have that problem."

Parker sees the person who was dressed like the Jedi he'd met earlier limp into the wood. He then saw the hound behind him. Parker whips his head back to Ossanlin and Mar, "Hey do you guys need my immediate assisstance, or could you sacrifice my help so I can help that guy over there? If you need me, I'm here."

[Six]

(Hound harassing Zarris)

The Hound’s legs abruptly collapse from beneath it, causing it to drop like a stone onto its belly as it released the Preys leg, the sword swept over it and the Daemonic Hound lunged the Preys midriff, fangs ready to tear.

(Hound after Celebrin)

The Flesh Hound growled, the taste of blood goading it into further rage, it stated after the Prey, stalking forward, no Prey was ever wounded to badly after a bite, and the Hound was a little wary, but as its barbed tongue licked the blood from its jaws it dismissed any thoughts of a trap and loped forwards, eager to sink its fangs into flesh.

(Drak’Shal)

The Bloodthirster roared with the joy of spilling blood, he saw what the foe was attempting and slashed at the tentacles with his fiery sword, the hatred that burned eternally in his chest flaring.

Trapping was cowardly and those who did it deserved agonizing death, he felt on hook deeply into his shoulder and he snarled, jerking at the sudden bond, which sliced a good chunk of meat in his shoulder, it was merely one and it would not slow him down.

He began chanting the Litanies of Hate, the blood that slowly seeped from the wounds in his shoulder and side seethed and began to flow at a faster rate, the blood that came from the shoulder began to coagulate around the barbed tentacle, and the ichor from the side-wound, defying the laws of physics, flowed upwards, and began to flow over the tentacle, hissing and bubbling as the corrosive substance began to dissolve the energy of the tentacle.

Leaving the Blood to do its work he struck a downwards blow with his axe at the foe, still chanting.

[Darth Revan]

((Wow, Zarris is getting pwned by this dog. No offense Zar.))

[Chad32]

"I am a being of death and decay. I do not corrode." The Vampire said, and used his special energies to stop the corrosion. Instead, the blood was absorbed inwards, and strengthened him. Using the demonic blood, his wounds began healing, and his energy whips continued ensnaring him, now that he was hooked. He began syphoning blood into his body, while neutralizing the corrosion.

[Kit Zarris]

(Damned dog cant last forever hehe.)

Eyes narrow as he waves his left hand as the hound hurtles towards him.  A pulse of Red energy reacts with the energy already surging through its body in a burst, the force of it suspends the hound in the air for a moment.  "I've had enough..."  With lightning fast speed he thrusts the silver blade at the center of the hounds chest, the air around the blade cracking with power.

[Shenmue654]

Mar shakes his head. "I have a couple others. I don't think I'll be able to shift easily even with the workaround, which would've been a boon. But telekinesis still seems to work, and..." *Mar's eyes blink purple for about half a second and his hand suddenly crackles with what appears to be electricity. A grin appears on Mar's face. "Hmm, it isn't black fire, which would be more effective. But...this'll do. I wonder how I figured it out..."

Mar glances at Parker and shakes his head. "I'd say no. I don't think it's smart to just charge in and fight this thing, but should it come to that there are enough of us involved that we'll stand a chance. In my opinion, you can tend to whom you wish."

[Darth Revan]

Parker nods in acceptance, "Good deal." He looks to Ozzy, "Good luck, bro."

Parker extinguishes his blade, replaces the hilt, and withdraws his sniper rifle. He begins to move parallel to the hound, as it creeps he creeps, keeping his distance so the hound doesn't realize he's being tracked. With the hound focused on the Jedi, it shouldn't anyway.

Parker sights the dog with his scope and traces the hound's movements as it advances toward the forest. All the while matching the dog step for step toward the trees. He awaits the beast's attack, ready to shoot it to distract it so the Jedi can get the upper hand.

[Myitt]

Myitt grins at Ardiss.  "Go ahead, why don't you go outside.  Nice meeting you."  She wriggles her fingers on her good hand in a little wave. 

<Are you nuts, there's a chance they'll all die out there!> Tara exclaims.  <Even if they skirt clear of the demons, friendly fire, man.  Friendly fire!>

<Which is precisely why I'm not going out there.  I am in no mood and you're in no condition to be fighting demons or whatever the hell is out there.  No pun intended.>

[Chad32]

"Yeah, you're coming too." Temrash said. "Both of you come with me, because if that demon or the dogs barges through the wall, you'll be eaten. Or worse. Zoshonel has point. We need to evacuate." He said. He spared a glance to the barkeep, who calmly shook his head. He wasn't going anywhere.

<And if you and Myitt spend a lot of time locked in a ship, you'll eventually learn a life lesson and become frineds. Or kill each other. Like on TV, with people locked in rooms.> Christine said.

[Myitt]

Corliss sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes.  "Oh, god, 'ere we go," he murmurs.

Myitt smiles slyly at Temrash.  "Nah, I think I'll take my chances in here, thanks.  My ship is safe out there, which reminds me," she says, turning to Ardiss, "don't you want your ship back before you go?"

[Chad32]

"You had to bring that up, didn't you? And what makes you think you're that much safer in here? Yes there's a small chance of us getting hit if we leave the building, but there's a large chance that we'll make it to my ship and be safer? Or would you rather I remote control my ship to bring it right to the back door?"