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karyuudo seraph
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Date Posted: 11/ 1/04 11:46:29pm Mon
In reply to:
Wyrd
's message, "Great Maw of Death" on 11/ 1/04 10:01:34am Mon
He was lost…
The wind raged internally….
Thrust, parry, slash, evade. …focus… these thoughts were repeated silently within his mind…a silent mantra that guided his actions. He was a blur of whirling death, humans falling around him repeatedly…only to be replaced by fresh blood, those eager to die. His body was drenched in blood, though very, very little of it was his own. He had taken a few hits, after-all he was a living being, but none warranted medical attention. A slight gash here, a nick there, all ignored as the rampage moved on.
He slipped beneath the oncoming blade of a soldier, his legs thrusting downward to launch him upwards, his left blade gashing the human’s sternum, his ribs suddenly tearing through his chest as they had no more anchor. Blood splashed him. So intense was his abandonment to instinct…to the dance of death that he hardly noticed it. It was only when the victims dwindled did he stop his attack. They were retreating….bodies lay everywhere…already flies were buzzing.
Still, his heart hammered in his chest, his lungs heaved drawing in breath. He couldn’t focus…his mind spun, reeled. He was getting tired. Obviously. It wasn’t exactly easy to slash through plate-mail and bodies while evading other strikes…that and the sheer number of lives dispatched…it was grotesque. Alone he had slaughtered well over a hundred humans. Death…it was everywhere.
Slowly he turned his head over to the gates….and he headed towards them. He had to find Zenra….in his hands were his weapons…God help those who stood in his way…
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