Is the Enemy of my Enemy my Friend? (Puck)

Gorin flexed his left arm, hidden by the joined forces of a glove and the sleeve of his jacket. It was growing in quite nicely, he had to say. It was still missing some muscle mass, and skin was nowhere to be found, but at least it was functioning.

His other wounds, aside from internal injuries, were almost completely healed. The massive burn on his chest was nearly gone, and his jaw was fully healed. He still had a slight limp, as his knee wasn’t quite done healing yet, but he was in good enough shape to find her.

Kaja remembered her from his fight with Shinu. Having used Mindscan to peer into the Terror of Death’s mind, he saw several recent memories of the dark being. One of the most recent had been one of betraying a powerful woman named Alastacia. Undoubtedly, she’d be his ally if she knew of his hate-hate relationship with Shinu.

Finding out where she was hadn’t been too hard. Through various sources, the majority of whom were dead now, Gorin had tracked the Infector to the town of Tybalt. The town was fairly large however, so it would require some time to find her exact location.

The first place he checked was the bar nearest to the town limits. She hadn’t been there however, so he made sure that the bar was gone when he left. Then he tried an inn just down the road from the bar, meeting with the same results.

“Let’s see now,” he thought, stomping a would-be survivor’s head into the ground, “I know she’s probably still weakened by Shinu’s betrayal. That means that she won’t be telegraphing her presence anywhere. Maybe I can find one of her followers.”

He sighed and casually tossed a knife over his shoulder, stabbing another fleeing man between his shoulder blades. Did she even have any followers anymore?

“****. Worth a try, though.”

Gorin walked away from the ruined inn, making sure to step on as many corpses as possible (It was a good luck thing with him), and made his way to the main part of town. The largest inn would be where he checked first. He doubted that somebody of Stacia’s caliber would settle for one of the smaller, decrepit inns.

“The Sheep’s Eye,” Gorin mumbled, reading the name of the largest inn in sight. The inn was about five stories tall and, despite it’s odd sounding name, appeared to be a fairly high quality establishment. He adjusted the glove on his growing arm and waltzed right in.

“Hey,” he said upon entering, drawing the attention of the few people in the lobby. (Was the inn really as big and fancy as he’d thought?) “I’m looking for anybody capable of leading me to the Infector. If there’s anybody in here capable of that, please step forward. If not, it’s all of your asses.”

It was a disgusting sight to say the least. The once queen of light, and a great part of the earth was vanquished, and tossed aside like a puppet. He body crawled into a near by wood, and there she was found two weeks later by the remainder of her men. Upon the sight most turned away, in disgust at what she had become, her body was broken, and bleed, and her clothes where shreds, she had dirt mixed in with the stale blood, and other unrecognizable bodily fluid that caked her body.

Kneeling down a masked warrior touched her face, for a sign of life, at this the once queen of light let out a painful gasp. Coughing, and hacking as she awoke, with her hands clutched to her chest. The warrior not startled but upset rose to a standing position, as another walked to the warriors side. “How is she,”

“She’ll live,”

“Thank god for that,”

“For now we should clean her up, and tend to her wounds,”

“Soldiers,” the second warrior turned, speaking in a commanding voice., “Bring her to the nearest lake, and clean her up, after that tend to her wounds that are still evident. There should be few, me and General Mishio has errands to run. Come back here in twenty four hours,”

“Ye..yes commander Kuitsun,” A small golden haired warrior spoke nervously.

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The following day Stacia regained her mental state, and when they returned she was given a new set of clothing exactly like her old one, and a brilliant sword. These where given to her, by her most loyal solider, and the only person ever to follow her without infection, Mishio Makino.

Mishio was Stacia’s second in command, and a brilliant strategist. Though small in stature, she made up for it with her almost ungodly speed, and agility. Her skin was pale, and fair, and her hair was long, and black, seemingly in contradiction to her masters. Not much is known about her past, but one day when Stacia was walking across a field the girl was seen kneeling behind Stacia, as the queen turned. Not one to over look the promise in a person she was sent to work, and was later promoted to second in command after Deacon was felled at the hand’s of Zorlo and Aegis. Currently the girl known as Mishio was taking the place of pretending to be a de-powered Stacia for protection, while Stacia played as Mishio. Seeing as most people had never seen Stacia’s face it worked quiet well.

“I’m looking for anybody capable of leading me to the Infector. If there’s anybody in here capable of that, please step forward. If not, it’s all of your asses.”

“My, my, we troublesome aren’t we,” The one known as Stacia said from the corner of the room. Sitting down She was covered completely in a large brown cloak, with a hood shadowing her face, “I know where she is, but I see no reason to lead you to her,” She spoke with her forked tongue.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t is that reason enough?” The black haired god said with a devious smirk.

Standing to her feet she rose her left arm perpendicular to her body,, and with it, the blade of a long shinning sword, “ Everyone, if you wish to take breath any longer, then go on your way. Your presence here in hindering.” And like a bunch of rats, the usually strong, and foolhardy men, scurried like rats out of the dirty inn, sensing no joke in her voice. Once the place was clean of the infidels, the women with the shadowed face continued, “If you kill me, then your only lead will be lost, don’t take me for a fool,”

“And just who are you to talk back to me,”

“I am Mishio Makino my queen’s second in command, and who are you to demand presence with milady.”

“Take me to her, then maybe I’ll tell you,”

“Fine then…Gorin is it?” the girl said with a evil smirk under her hood.

“How did you…”

“My queen knows all about you, she has seen your works when she was still encased within the core of the world, she has told me much, and the vivid discretion she gave me was enough to match you to him.”

“Fine then, you know my name, now take me to her, I demand it!”

“Very well follow me,” Stacia said strolling through the doors with an unearthly grace.

OoC: Sorry if its not very good. If you have any questions then PM me, also Stacia has about two dozen men left including Mishio. This is going to be fun ^^.

“I wonder if I should use Mindscan,” the god thought, his hands jammed into his pockets. “No, probably not. The Infector will probably know that I read her errand-girl’s mind, and that could negatively effect the whole thing.”

“So,” ‘Mishio’ said, drawing Gorin’s attention from his thoughts. “I can’t help but wonder why you’re looking for my mistress. A god such as yourself probably has better things to do.”

“I’m looking for allies,” Gorin replied, clenching the fist of his gloved hand. Dante, Shinu, Zorlo. They’d all pay for their insolence. “I think your mistress and I have a common enemy in Kowai Shinu.”

He noticed ‘Mishio’ tense up slightly at the sound of the Terror of Death’s name. The god didn’t take too much interest in it. She’d probably been told of Shinu by her lady, after all. It would be kind of hard to avoid the subject.

“How is the Terror of Death?” she said. “In terrible pain, I hope.”

“Oh,” Gorin said, remembering the massive fight that had occurred shortly after his return. Shinu, Zorlo, and himself, all rapidly switching through opponents. Then Dante came, and hence the reason for the God of Wrath’s gloved hand.

“I think,” he continued, trying to remember if Dante had gone after Shinu after wasting him. He remembered seeing a second blast of Tainted Element from afar, probably directed at the Master of Darkness. “I think he’s in even more pain than I am. He took beatings from me, Zorlo, and then Dante. I don’t think your mistress will have to worry about him for a while.”

As over inflated Gorin’s memory of his ‘beating’ of Shinu was, he knew that the Dark Lord had likely been at the end of the second blast. If it damaged him anywhere near as much as it damaged the god, it was likely that he wasn’t thinking about The Infector, or the God of Wrath.

He was probably thinking about either Dante or Zorlo, or so Gorin believed. Zorlo was partially responsible for his deteriorating state, and Dante’s attack definitely wasn’t good for him. The god thought that Shinu was likely to be trying to find a way to avoid becoming one with the darkness.

‘Mishio’ nodded in response and continued to lead Gorin onward. She seemed to be somewhat relieved by what Gorin had said. He honestly didn’t care. It was The Infector that he would have to pretend to give a crap about, not one of her followers.

“Now then,” he thought, using his guide’s silence as an excuse to turn back to his thoughts, “what do I know about this Infector? Judging by the memory of her that I saw in Shinu’s mind via the Mindscan, she’s a powerful woman who Shinu betrayed. Apparently, she’s not as powerful anymore. It doesn’t matter though. She’ll do until I can find somebody else. Who know? She might turn out to be a useful ally.”

“And even if she doesn’t,” he added in, smiling maliciously, “I’ll bet she’s hot. She could probably be a replacement for Cyan.”

He stifled a chuckle and continued following ‘Mishio’.

Four pairs of feet strode along the sandy pathway, kicking tidbits of dust into the hot air. Without stopping or slowing ‘Mishio” took a sharp turn to the left, ignoring the strange looks on her guests face. Gorin; I am amazed he managed to escape that fool Dante. I remember him well from my time underneath the soil, his vivid fantasies of death, and destruction where disturbing, even to me. I don’t know if I can trust him, the scum of this world cannot seem to keep a truce. Infidels .

She stopped suddenly in front of a shabby looking building. It was about two stories high, but the top level looked ready to collapse. In front of the main door stood two black-cloaked large men with their hoods hiding their hair. Though it was nothing special, it was to be Stacia’s temporary residence, till she could return to her former glory. I’ll have Mishio test him, if he fails then I’ll dispose of him…if I can She thought to herself before turning, and facing the large dark haired man, “Milady is waiting inside, please wait a moment so I may introduce you. She does not take many visitors…”

Before Gorin had a chance to reply ‘Mishio’ had already disappeared into the building. She climbed the creaking staircase, with graceful ease, making sure to miss the one stair that was weaker then the others. And before long she was standing in her ‘royal chambers’ occupied be ‘Anastacia’.

“Mishio,” Stacia said walking into the room, throwing her hood off.

“Milady,” Mishio fell to one knee, and bowed, before Stacia directed her back to her feet, “What is it my Queen.”

“There is a man outside who claims he wants to be allies, however I challenge his motives. If you want to serve me you must…”

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“Where is she?” Gorin muttered irritably pacing back, and forth, “It’s been at least half an hour” Just then the door creaked open, and ‘Mishio’ walked out, This wench better lead me to Shinu… she thought as she bowed politely.

“I must apologize for the wait, Milady was sleeping, and it is against courtesy to wake her,”

“Whatever…” Was the imperfect God’s reply, following ‘Mishio’ into the building. Inside the dank, building ‘Mishio” directed Gorin up the stairs. As usual she walked up them without losing a second of momentum, but the God was unused to the…for lack of better words ****iness of them, so as he strode up the stairs, his foot landed hard on the imperfect stair, sending his foot through for only a second. As his reaction’s where above any normal humans he corrected the problem, and stepped on the stair above it, mumbling something about how she needed her stairs fixed.

“He is here Milady,” ‘Mishio said bowing before stepping out of the way allowing the large man to enter. As ordered ‘Stacia’ didn’t even flinch as his sight instead she stood motionless allowing Gorin to get a good look at her. She was different from what he remembered, for one, her hair instead of brilliant gold; it was a charming chestnut brown. Another differences such as the slight facile differences, and the fact she was slightly taller then the real Stacia, she was hoping he would discredit as another change resultant of her depowering, or he just wouldn’t notice. It was a strange coincidence how much Stacia, and Mishio looked alike though.

“Ahh you must be Gorin,” ‘Stacia’ said in her emotionless voice, striding forward causing her marvelous, and probably very expensive green dress to sway, “Why would a God such as yourself seek me out,”

“Well, you hate Shinu, I hate Shinu, I figured we could make a day of it,” The God of Wrath said with a devilish smirk.

“Why should I trust you?” ‘Stacia’ said accusingly, “And before you speak, be wary of using your mind scan, its not the best way of keeping friends,” She finished with her own matching smirk.

“Humph, for one I haven’t killed you yet,”

“Moot point, and I am not one who likes to be puppet.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t trust me, you must know who I am, and what I’ve done,” The god of Wrath replied with a look of content about his former deeds, “But we both know trust isn’t an issue here. I know how revenge must ravage your mind, and through me you can get it. Isn’t that enough?”

The fake Stacia took a questioning look towards the real Stacia, who gave a slight nod from under her hood, “Very well then,” Turning around she walked towards the nearby window, “However like all things there is a test involved,”

“A test,” The dark haired god replied expectantly, one would figure his kind of test would involve the meaningless slaughter of others.

“As it stands now my powers have not returned, as you have probably noticed,” She said rubbing the smooth tips of her long hair, “And I am in need of a weapon strong enough to suite me.” Raising her hand she pointed towards the mountains across the window, “There, go into the mines of Tybalt, it is rumored that a “true” god once visited there, “ putting extra emphasis on the word true, “And as a result the physical world was warped, and powered by his energy. It is said powerful weapons lay at rest there, but there are few who would go search for them, and those who did, have not returned with their head above their shoulders. If you go, and bring me back one of these weapons, or significant proof that they do not exist, then I will know the answer.”

“That’s all,” he scoffed, “I could do that blindfolded, but if that’s what you want,” Turning he started for the door, before the imposter spoke again.
“Mishio will go with you as well, I assume that wont be a problem,” Gorin scowled slightly before turning again to the door, with the hooded Stacia behind him.

“Watch your step,” She mocked as Gorin started for the stairs.

“True god,” Gorin thought, walking next to ‘Mishio’ along the town’s main road. “What does she think I am? Some kind of cheap imitation of a god? Such arrogance! I’m the freaking God of Wrath!”

He resisted the urge to suddenly turn and rip off his temporary associate’s head. The fact that she’d sent her little errand girl to accompany him was an even larger insult. Didn’t she trust him enough to let him go on his own? Or did she think he was so stupid that he’d miss the mines?

“Hey,” he said, drawing the incognito Infector’s attention, “is there anything in that mine that would need to be killed? Demons? Zombies? A dragon, maybe? Tell me there’s something for me to kill!”

“There’s probably something for you to kill,” ‘Mishio’ replied. “Milady is well aware of your… tendencies.”

Gorin smiled, causing a few nearby villagers to gossip amongst themselves at the sight of his jagged teeth. This smile stayed on his face, allowing more and more villagers to see his teeth, until the two of them left the city limits and started heading for the mines.

Upon exiting the city, Gorin took off his jacket and shirt. It would save him time later, if there actually was something that would need to be killed. He casually rolled the clothing up and tossed it behind him, having forgotten about his arm.

“What happened to you?” ‘Mishio’ asked, reminding the god of his re-growing arm. He looked at his arm and mentally cursed himself. The Infector wouldn’t want an ally that appeared so weak! Then again, she might help him with Dante.

“That would be one of the main reasons I came looking for your mistress,” he said. “I’ve got too many enemies to have to worry about Shinu, especially the one who did this to me. He and I fought just after I’d fought Shinu, and he cut my arm off. I’ve got to admit though, it’s growing back nicely.”

He stopped for a moment and flexed his arm. The god could see the blood pulsing through his veins, and watch the tendons and ligaments working together to move the appendage. The action of moving his arm hurt immensely, but he didn’t stop. He needed to remind himself of what Dante had done.

“I’ll get you,” he thought, walking again. “I’ll destroy everything you hold dear! I’m not even going to bother killing you. By the time I’m done, you’re going to want to kill yourself! I swear on my godhood!”

“So that’s it,” ‘Mishio’ said looking towards Gorin’s tattered arm.

“That’s what?” Gorin cocked his head to the right to get a better look at the girl.

“Why you fight. You want revenge, a suitable quest,”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I fight because its fun, revenge is just a…added incentive,” Gorin laughed turning his head back to the road ahead, “And what of your mistress, you don’t expect me to believe she’s fights only for revenge, she seems above something so trivial,”

“Of course not. Then again I am in no position to talk about Milady’s desires with you. If she wants you to know, then in due time you’ll know. Enough talk where here,” ‘Mishio’ pointed towards the end of the path at a giant stonewall. It must have been at least thirty feet high, with spikes lining the top. The stones was smoothed to perfection, and was nearly frictionless, obviously a attempt to ward of invaders. The wall surrounded the entire side of the mountain, till it reached the steep edges of the mountains on either side. In the direct middle of the wall was a iron barred gate, that was about fifteen feet high. On either side of the gate there where three men clad in amour and brandishing blades, making six in total.

“Looks like fun,” The imperfect god of wrath licked his lips, and turned slowly towards the imposter. With a deep sigh ‘Mishio’ waved him along.

Within a minute Gorin dropped the last guard-whose face was twisted and gnarled into a macabre scream-and looked towards the cloaked queen. Neither of the two had a chance to speak as before they could the iron gate creaked, then shot opened, as twenty guards came rushing out after the screams of their fallen comrades. Licking his lips once again Gorin stood to bring them to their death, but before anything of the sort could happen a bright flash of light blinded his vision, and in the chaos it caused he felt himself being pulled, and then thrown to the ground. Of course had Gorin actually cared to resist then the person would have stood a chance to budge the great god of wrath.

Opening his eyes he saw that he was already on the other side of the wall, and ‘Mishio’ was in the process of pulling the leaver that controlled the gate. As it crashed down in a puff of sand the guards who had finally returned to their senses all at once turned and ran towards the gate. And all at once they ran into the iron bars, and each other causing almost al of them to bounce, and fall back as they screamed to let them back in. ‘Mishio’ only chuckled, and blew them a kiss before turning to the God.

“What the hell was that about, I would have killed them all,”

“Probably, and you probably would have done so without so much as a scratch, but that would have taken too much time. This place is heavily guarded by the local militia so it would be in our best interest to get in, and out as fast as possible,”

“Why exactly is a mine like this guarded in the first place,”

“Well you where told about the true god who walked these mines some time ago. Well his presences warped some of the minerals as well giving them magical properties which the militia thought could be harnessed into weapons. So there are a couple hundred men inside these mines, plenty of things to kill. So we mustn’t waste time.” ‘Mishio’ said walking briskly into the dark, and dingy mines.

OoC:Sorry of for taking so long, and the shortness, and suckieness of it.

OOC: Psh. I’m more sorry for this post. Short, sucky, and I procrastinated wayyy too long.

BIC: The main tunnel was devoid of light save for several torches shoved into grooves in the walls. Gorin tore one of these torches from its perch and went back to the entrance. Without bothering to listen to ’Mishio’s reaction, he set the grass outside of the entrance alight.

“Don’t want any of them to get out now, do we?” he asked, dropping the torch into the growing inferno. “The fire will burn out in time for our exit. Until then, all these humans are trapped.”

A bloodthirsty smile graced his lips. He was going to have some genuine fun in here. No humans in sight yet, but the place reeked of human stench. There were definitely victims in this mine, and he wanted to kill them all.

Kaja generated a single massive machete and gave it a few test swing with his re-growing arm, carving into one of the rock walls to test the strength of his growing flesh. Once he was satisfied, he degenerated the machete and created two smaller ones, one in each hand.

“Interesting power,” ‘Mishio’ said. “What other weapons can you make?”

“Oh,” Gorin said, striking a pensive pose. “I’m not sure. This body is still pretty new. I’m guessing my range is the same as Dante’s though.”

At the sound of his soul’s name, Gorin turned and drove one of his machetes into the wall. Granted, he had been the one to say it, but still…

“Is he the one who cut off your arm?” Gorin’s guide asked.

“Yes,” he replied, pulling his weapon out of the rock and looking at his re-growing arm. “He’s also, among other things, my former prison, my polar opposite, and my soul.”

He growled and picked up his pace. ‘Mishio’ had to lightly jog in order to keep up with the enraged god. Talking about Dante always made him want to kill something. Fortunately, there were a lot of potential victims in this mine.

'Misho' jogged lightly beside the god that speedly walked down the corridor. 'Mishio' made a mental note about Dante, perhapes that information may be of some use later on. It wasn't long before te pair made their way into the main digging room, and as they entered the light of the million candels throughout the room nearly blinded them.

The room itself was enormous, about three hundred feet high and about five hundred feet in diameter. With almost fifty different levels, and possibly thousand of workers. The Levels where connected by upwards paths carved into the shard stone walls of the mine. On each level there where multible sub levels that where connected by Metal stair cases. Each Sub level is where the minning actualy too place, as the workers endlessly picked away at the stone walls hoping to find metal of unpresednted worth. In all there where twenty seven different paths that led to other room deeper inside the huge mountain, but which one would lead to where they wehre searching.

“Gorin, don't both to kill them all, just dispose of those in your way, and continue. There is no ned to wast energy on everyone...”

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Back on the out skirts of the city of Tybalt the ground seemed to shake with the marching feet. Nearly three hundred warrior monks marched into the town in perfect ranks, a spy had given then information about the whereabouts of Stacia, and they seeked to finish her off once and for all.

A villager seeing this screamed, and jumped behind a couple of barells to hid, he must have belived at that point they where allies of Gorin, or perhapes Stacia. Commanding his company to a halt The commander who stood at the front of the pack, looked towards the cowering man, “You man, get to your feet,”

“Yo...your not friends of that man...are you...of Gorin?”

“Gorin...” The commander said smiling, “Where is he now,” Surely he thought he had gotten two for the price of one, now was the chance to strike when the where weak.

“He went to the mines, but for why I don't have the foggiest,” The man said cowering, “He came from that building over there,”

“Very well, back to what you where doing man, we have buisness here,” The commander said as he marched his men right into Stacia's front door.

OoC: There done, have fun ^_^

“I’m a god,” Gorin scoffed. He picked a random path and started walking down it. “Killing everybody in here won’t tire me in the least. I’m planning on seeing how many I can kill, actually. Think I can break the two-hundred mark? I guess it depends on how many people are in here…”

He twirled his machetes and casually drove them into the wall out of boredom. Kaja continued to walk, pulling them along and carving through the rock. Eventually he grew bored of this, and pulled the machetes out.

It didn’t take long for the boredom to overwhelm him and he began to consider the possibility of a conversation. At least it’d give him something to do until they found the humans, after all. He turned to his guide but found that he couldn’t come up with a good topic for conversation. Thankfully, she took care of that.

“How do you know Shinu?” she asked. To Gorin it seemed the perfect topic. He may as well let her know exactly why Shinu was his enemy, and he could find out exactly what happened between him and the Infector. All the he knew was that Kowai had betrayed her, but he was unsure of what their relations were prior to the betrayal.

“Well,” the dark god replied, absent-mindedly twirling one of his machetes. “I used to be trapped inside of Dante. I convinced a group of succubi to rape my son, and thus produce a body capable of reclaiming my godhood. Shinu somehow believed that he could take the title himself, and was thus waiting for me upon my return.”

Gorin scratched the back of his neck before continuing. “He was pissed that he couldn’t get my godhood, and we wound up fighting. I’d say I did pretty well, considering how new this body is to me. Long story short, Zorlo joined the fight, Shinu took beatings from both of us, Dante showed up and wasted me, and then he likely turned his attention to Shinu.”

The God of Wrath stretched and disintegrated his machetes. He’d simply generate them again when they finally found the humans.

“Anyway, what about your master?” he questioned. “I know that Shinu betrayed her, but what was their prior relation? Allies, friends, lovers? What exactly happened?”

OOC: Sorry for the short and crappy post. ^_^;;

“Lovers,” 'Mishio' Couldn't help but chuckle at that, she had long known that Shinu was infatuated with her for a time, but this god. Goring must have something wrong to believe a Goddess like Stacia would every dwell in the beds of mortals, especially of that wretch Shinu, “Hardly, they where little more then business partners. They agreed to work together for a time in order to accomplish similar goals, while helping the other achieve a specific. Not that different then what you have planned for Stacia no doubt.”

“Then why is she so hungry for his blood, She should have expected his betrayal,”

“That,” 'Mishio' started walking down one of the endless path, “I cannot answer. Perhaps it was her first betrayal, or maybe she trusted him too much. Whichever the case, he will have his head broken in two for his deceit, and it shall be a glorious occasion,” She said licking her lips in excitement.

“There they are!” A fool said walking down the hall in the other direction. Their presence was well known by the men of the mines, and even though the pair tried little to dodge them they still seemed to have trouble keeping their wits about them, and the pair soon would get lost in the confusion. It really was about time another had found them, Gorin was getting Noticeably bored.

The man who spoke was Rather large, his short dark hair was unkempt, and wild, as was his chosen attire. He seemed to be holding a small sword in his hand, and appeared to be another brave fool. Behind him stood too smaller men, both wielding pick axes rather timidly, and even when their leader charged forward with the expectation of them to follow, the two could only shake in their boots. Gorin took no heed of the two cowering men, as they turned, and fled, but instead laid his eyes to rest on the single, blade wielding warrior in front of him. With a mischievous grin, more akin to a small child who had just broken an expensive pot, then to someone about to murder an innocent being, Gorin awaited the man.

The battle, if one could call it that, took no more then three seconds. With one hand Gorin clasped the sword, and crushed it, then with his other drove it into the man's chest, tearing out his heart, and throwing it onto the freshly stained floor. The brave man had no chance to react, to contemplate his decision, or to remember his life, it was over in the blink of an eye, one second he stood full of bravery and vigor the next he was nothing more then a broken mass of blood, and bones on the floor. Interesting 'Mishio thought to herself, Humans...It seems that the brave ones always die first. It doesn't seem fair how “holy” kings with their bloodless swords send their innocents to do battle for a piece of land no more important then a graveyard. Even now the brave one full of courage charged forward hoping to stop us, as his comrades who where supposed to help simply ran, and then the only man who truly showed a right to live was sent to the ground in a heap, while the disgusting ingrates used his death as a distraction for their own escape? How can humans justify this. Pathetic worms, they deserve only death for their actions...all of them, the cloaked mistress gritted her teeth irritably at her own musings. Her hate could not be contained in her body, and must be unleashed, it is the only way.

The hallway didn't get any shorter as they walked, if anything longer. It seemed to twist and turn in unnatural ways, to the point 'Mishio' has lost all sense of direction, and only walked as to add voice to her thoughts by the loudness of her steps. Finally a light at the end of a tunnel, and other such Cliched lines. It seemed this hallway did in fact lead somewhere, and where indeed. For as soon as their foots entered the large room, a clinking sound was heard behind. Without looking 'Mishio' already knew what happened...a trap. Hey just got locked in.

Gorin could only laugh at their feeble attempts, what could they do? Surround them, that'd make it only easier to kill them. Of course that'd be too simple, as a loud roar filled the makeshift arena, and two guards emerged from the abnormally large door on the other side of the room, each with a heavy chain in hand. As they pulled, another roar was heard, and then swiftly one of the guard's chair was flung back, as he held on. As he disappeared into the inky blackness of the hole, a deafening screech was heard, quickly followed by a sickening crunch, then nothing. Silence.

In pure terror of his other companion being killed, the remaining guard took flight, and ran away, in a straight line, towards the pair they where supposed to be ambushing. Seconds later 'Mishio' pushed the now dead carcass off her blade, and quickly whipped the blood from it with a cloth, as she awaited their guest.

It wasn't long till it appeared, it seemed its first meal wasn't satisfying, and it could smell fresh meet just outside its home. Taking a few cautious steps the beast emerged, it was like a giant lizard, its silvery scales looked impenetrable in the torch light, as its tail whipped around dangerously. From its mouth hung the arm of the guard he had just eaten, apparently it had been caught between its teeth. It was massive in size, by comparison one of its eyes where as big as both Gorin's, and Stacia's heads, put together.

“Oh, well this should be fun,”

OoC: There, now stop bugging me >_>

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Sure and yet maybe not. The person might be for you or agianst you. It could be another enemy or a new allie.

Originally Posted by The Ganondorf

Sure and yet maybe not. The person might be for you or agianst you. It could be another enemy or a new allie.

This isn't an open battle, don't post here.

“This thing’s mine,” Gorin said, claiming his target. The lizard snarled and began to advance upon them. Kaja, unmindful, continued to talk to ‘Mishio’ whilst he generated dual machetes. “This looks like a good opportunity to show you what I’m capable of. Be sure to remember this and bring it on to your master. It’d be a shame if this magnificently bloodthirsty beast were to die in vain.”

The god darted across the room without another word, dragging the machetes through the ground as he went. The beast roared and lunged at the dark-haired man. Gorin laughed and stopped in his tracks, bending low before the oncoming behemoth.

“Watch this and take notes,” the God of Wrath said, believing that ‘Mishio’ could hear him. Whether she could or not had no effect on what was to come next, however. As soon as he was close enough to smell the beast’s breath, Gorin stabbed his weapons into the ground and suddenly sprang to the creature’s left side, rolling at the end of his jump.

He allowed himself to take three full rolls before catching himself inches away from the wall. Gorin, feeling like being a showman for the moment, used his momentum to leap into the wall, upside-down. When he was completely horizontal, feet firmly planted, he leapt off the wall and drove himself into the monster’s side with enough force to send it reeling across the room.

Gorin grabbed one of his machetes and wrenched it from the floor in a small shower of rock splinters and dirt. He rushed his foe with the weapon again held low, a sadistic smile on his face. He’d expected the beast to be stunned after his earlier strike. On the contrary, the monster’s gaping mouth was waiting for him.

“**** you!” Gorin shouted, laughing. Though he could’ve stopped himself long before reaching the monster’s mouth, he had a better idea. He sped up and reached the maximum speed he could reach at such a short distance. Split seconds before charging into the thing’s gullet, Kaja purposely fell on his back, driving his legs up and using his momentum to catch the top of the monster’s mouth with a powerful dropkick.

This time the effects of his attack were much stronger. The monster’s head was forced upwards by the force of the attack, causing it to slam against the ceiling and break off several large rocks, the majority of which fell on its cranium. One particularly sharp rock, to the god’s glee, stabbed into one of its eyes. That instantly became Gorin’s target.

“Now here’s the kicker,” he said, blatantly showing off at this point. He leapt at the beast’s head and roundhouse-kicked the rock, pushing it into the monster’s skull and piercing its brain. “One of the best ways to finish any foe is to use an earlier injury to your advantage.”

He landed at about the time the creature’s convulsing head struck the ground, and punched the rock in deeper just to be sure. When it stopped shaking, he turned to ‘Mishio’ with a sick smile and laughed, having thoroughly enjoyed the bout.

The Infector watched his short bout with very little interest. She already knew that this type of opponent wouldn't stand a chance against a “god”. With a quick kick it was already over as he jammed a large jagged rock into the monsters skull, a horrible messy way to do that task, of course that is not odd coming from someone the like of the “God” of wrath, though something still bothered her about his actions.

“What are you laughing about,” She said in a monotone voice, sauntering up the overly gleeful man, “Are you a fool, or do you desire pain?”

“What are you talking about, I killed this beasty here without a scratch,”

“That point is irrelevant,” She said walking closer, “Your overly flashy style, and blatant showing off leaves so many opening I couldn't count them all. Fighting in that style is pointless, and will only cause you a loss in the long run,”

“I'm a God remember, nothing in this world could possibly kill me,” He said with a sick smile, the arrogant bastard was going to get what was coming to him eventually.

“Is that so?” She said grabbing his still healing arm, and holding it to his face, “And what is this, and injury. So you can be hurt. Don't think that because you are immortal it makes you invincible, or I'll personally tear your head off your shoulders just to prove a point. My master will want nothing to do with someone to busy flexing his muscles to dodge a blade,”

“Listen here wench,” He said grabbing her shoulder.

“Get your hand off of me,” She said whacking his arm away, “You want to destroy your enemies, right. You want to reek the spoils of sweet revenge? Then you need what my master has to offer you. She has amazing power, and over a hundred thousand men at her disposal. Don't throw it all away by making a stupid decision,” She didn't get angry, it was unusual for her. Before she was dethroned she never felt anything, she was cold and listless inside living only to fulfill her mission. Now it seemed her emotions ran freely no matter how she suppressed them, it was like she was a completely different person then before, and she hated it. Walking away towards the exit, she motioned for the God of wrath to follow her.

Gorin followed ‘Mishio’ with a look of annoyance on his face. Of course he wasn’t a flashy fighter. He usually got right to the point and brutally slaughtered his foes. In this case, he’d thought a little showing off would impress the girl and score him points with her master. That obviously wasn’t the case.

She led the god down another tunnel. Kaja saw a few humans here and there, but didn’t relish their deaths as much as he had earlier. He was too busy trying to think of a way to impress ‘Mishio’ to enjoy killing humans.

“What can I do?” he thought to himself, tossing a knife at a nearby human. His knife struck the man’s head with such force that its entire blade disappeared inside his cranium. “****. I can’t believe I’m worrying about impressing some *****. I miss the days when the *****es were trying to impress me instead. Damn Shinu and that brat… I miss my succubi.”

A human screamed and leapt at him from a hiding spot near the roof of the tunnel. The moron probably didn’t know about the nature of the intruders. If he did, he probably wouldn’t have jumped onto Gorin with a knife in his hand.

The God of Wrath slammed the would-be-hero into the ground and stomped a hole in his chest. Leaving him to live for another five minutes or so, Gorin kept following ‘Mishio’ deeper and deeper into the tunnel system. He decided to ignore the blood soaking his foot for the time being.

As their trek continued, the color of the walls began to change. From brown, to a pale green color, to a color Kaja didn’t know the name for, to purple, and eventually settling on a silver shade. By now there were no visible humans around, and they walked unhindered.

“Are we almost there?” Gorin asked, trailing his hand on the tunnel wall.