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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 19:14:02 GMT -5
Gogo looked panicked. "Look, I don't give a damn who you are, fox! I don't have time to deal with this!" she said to Kodiak.
And then came the explosion. Gogo turned around, and her expression turned to horror. "All squads retreat! For the love of god, get out of here, now!"
Of the 50 that were left alive before, thanks to Sal, there were only about 25. The squad carrying Chip's body managed to make it out of the ITS. With one panicked look back at the carnage, Gogo formed a forcefield to knock Kodiak out of the way, and rushed past him.
A giant fishing hook slammed down by Sal before swinging back to its owner, Clive. "That's it. I'm bloody tired of these bloody demons bloody effing things up here. I'd tell you to go to hell, but then I realized, we're already bloody there! So why don't you do us all a favor, and GO--" He swung the pole up again. "--TO--" The hook swung back in a frightening arc. "--HEAVEN!"
The gigantic bladed hook came swinging down at Sal.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Sept 27, 2009 19:43:18 GMT -5
As the RHA's ran away like little girls, Sal was literally raging like a volcano as he jumped up and down, stomping his feet and savagely waving both arms in the air, the severed arm of an unlucky RHA waving around in his hand like a limp club. Aside from the arm part, one would almost find Sal's little tantrum almost comedic. Apparently he had been in the middle of the fight before they suddenly started running away.
[shadow=red,left,300]"GET BACK HERE YOU BRAINLESS MEAT SACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M NOT FINISHED BEATING THE EVER-LOVING SH%# OUT OF YOU YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"[/shadow] He tossed the arm with a mighty heave successfully beaning one of the RHA's in the head. He hoped hard enough to crack the man's skull.
Turning to Clive he barely dodged the first attack. When Clive sent the fishing lure back at Sal for the second run, finishing his speech...
Well, imagine Clive's surprise when Sal dodged the hook once more... ... Then with an effortless yank, plucked it from the ground. "Do you know what happens when a fishing boat hooks on a whale?" Clive was possibly confused at this remark.
"Simple... ... IT DOES---- [shadow=red,left,300]THIS!!!!!!!"[/shadow]
YANK-TWANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clive had had the fishing lure's lock on, unlucky for him as, at the yank, he was sent flying right at the demon.
'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
And was met with a powerful fist in the face, sending him flying backwards, before bouncing like a skipped rock along the floor. With that done, Sal gripped his fist harder, cracking his knuckles. He turned to Night and the others, frowning deeply. "I don't have any more time to waste on furry's like YOU. I've got other business to handle."
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 19:58:27 GMT -5
Clive clamored up off of the floor, and wiped away some blood from his lip. "Oh hell no. Hell no. That's not what happens when it hooks on a whale. You know how I know this? 'Cause I hooked one of those bastards once. And this wasn't some normal sized whale, no, that was one of those bloody Space Whales. I bloody hooked a bloody Space Whale, beat the shit out of it, and then used it as a bloody base."
He stood up straight, and allowed the fishing pole to retract. "And by the way? You're small fry. I am Clive Allium, and yeah, I'm a bloody fisherman. I'm a bloody fisherman who will kick your bloody ass from here to that hellhole you came from. I've fought evil girl scouts, robot maids, Cthulhu, space whales, aliens, pirates, nuns, the Grim Reaper, Cthulhu again, a bloody furry who likes blowing up cities with her bloody fish, zombie fishes, and, just for the hell of it, all of the Norse Gods at the height of Ragnarok. You're just some bloody spoiled brat with demonic powers."
He had just gone into badass boast mode. Now, to the average American reader, all of the "bloody"s Clive was spewing was just a stereotypical British way of adding angry emphasis to something. To the average British reader, the "bloody"s were him choosing to use something not as overdone as a bloody F-bomb with the same connotation.
"And by the way? I don't bloody appreciate you slaughtering a bunch of aliens on the retreat. They were bloody assholes, but they were also defenseless bloody assholes," Clive said. He pulled his hat back onto his head. "So it's time for some retribution, Clive style. I hope you like onions, because you're going to be crying by the time I'm done with you. Bloody wanker."
And just like that, Clive sprung into action. Something activated in the fishing pole, and the curved part of the hook made some sort of laser blade that connected down to the "hilt" of the fishing pole. Clive swung this down at Sal, purposefully missing, before swinging the now flail-like hook around. The hook hung in midair for a moment before swirling back around and right at Sal at a blinding speed.
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Post by night sky on Sept 27, 2009 20:05:29 GMT -5
"I beleive we are your buisness now." Kodiak growled as he Fox, and team shadows advanced on Sal.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Sept 28, 2009 8:36:36 GMT -5
Sal barely dodged Clive's attack...
And by that, I mean, the attack had went from trying to slice across his chest, and it changed into a gash across the front of his uniform with a small cut across the chest. Meaning the attack could've ended a whole lot worse. "GKT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The little demon child immediately jumped backwards, and checked himself over. Their was a small amount of black blood, but nothing too serious. He'd need to fix up his uniform however.
Growling dangerously, he quickly got back to his feet, ignoring the pain in his wound, and stretching his arms. "You're a deadman... You realize that right?"
Suddenly, he lifted his hand, clamped the claws into a fist, aaaaand....
"DARK TOWER!!!!!!!!" WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Upon slamming his fist into the floor a spire of pure necro energy shot out of the floor, heading straight for the two groups, at a fast speed.
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 30, 2009 5:58:41 GMT -5
Clive jumped out of the way of the Dark Tower, and whipped the fishing pole back around. He swung it high, and then whipped it back at Sal.
"Haha! What, that it? You're weak!" Clive yelled. The hook on the fishing pole kept darting every which way as it flew, and it was moving just as fast as the Dark Tower had. What he didn't mention was that the Dark Tower had hit his foot, and it looked like there was a rather nasty burn on there now.
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Post by night sky on Oct 1, 2009 16:40:25 GMT -5
Kodiak and fox jumped back, while team shadpws took cover under a joint protect attack.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Oct 2, 2009 12:39:31 GMT -5
"This coming from a mortal?! PUH-LEASE!" He was momentarily put off at the fact that the hook had managed to cut his arm, but nothing to worry about, as he quickly grabbed the fishing line...
TWANG!!!
What he had not been expecting was to suddenly be taken for a ride as Clive whipped around his fishing rod so hard, that Sal, still holding onto the line, was sent flying across the room. Sal quickly regained balance, as he landed on the floor squarely on his feet. "You... ARE REALLY STARTING TO IRK ME..." His scythe like tail shot up, the blade catching the fishing hook, before it could catch on his body. "You wanna know something about me tough guy? I beat up guys bigger and stronger then me too. I've doing it ever since a few years ago, and trust me, demons ARE more powerful then anything you'll find in the mortal realm, despite popular belief." He flashed him a grin. "Take me, for example! You ever seen a Chaos Rex run away from you in terror? They have from me!"
With a powerful clap, a sonic wave was sent blasting at Clive.
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Oct 2, 2009 15:43:49 GMT -5
Sound, as we all know, is fast. It is not faster than light. This is why a conductor is always better than a metronome in marching band. However, sound is still freaking fast. As such, the sonic wave hit Clive, knocking him back a few meters, making his ears pop, and knocking his hat off in one fell swoop.
The third one was what made Clive mad.
"You little wanker. Nobody--no goddamned human, no goddamned demon, and no goddamned furry-- touches my hat," Clive said coldly. He whipped his fishing pole up, and the hook responded, flying up with a force that a hook should not have.
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Post by night sky on Oct 2, 2009 17:35:22 GMT -5
Night who had been chargeing Sal was forced into a slideing tackle to avoid it and attack at the same time. "I have no idea who to fight and who to not." Kodiak grumbled.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Nov 18, 2009 11:12:47 GMT -5
[Just posting here again to throw a few people for a loop. XDD What? We might as well get this thing done, don't you think?]
Sal quickly kicked Kodiak away, but was not able to dodge the hook as it left another cut on his chest. This one wasn't necessarily deep, but it did say ONE thing...
This guy was DEFINATELY not normal. A weapon at the end of a rope or chain COULD be powerful if used correctly true to terms. But the force he felt there immediately told the demon that this guy KNEW how to use his weapon. Growling, Sal dodged as the hook reeled back around, though just barely though as the very tip of his hair was nicked. "Sheesh!!! Don't give up do ya?!" He looked around before he noticed a nearby window; okay, a quick escape just in case...
Probably against his better judgement, the demon child once again grabbed the fishing line. But Clive was possibly surprised that he could whip the hook back at normal strength. About the only reason Sal was thrown around earlier was that he was surprised by Clive's strength, a mistake he wouldn't make again.
"Here's to you ugly!!!!" He then used his other hand to charge up a ball of dark energy... "HELL PYRE... LASER!!!!!"
Before letting it loose on Clive. Whether it would hit or not, would remain to be seen.
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