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temporalSorceress said:
Halohbottech said:
||Tourney > Restaurant [battlefield] > Restaurant (Nyr) - Faereach City||
$Heidt$
"Mmph. Nah bro. Don't swing that way." He called, carefully lining up Aurum, and firing off three well placed shots. That, after all, was all he needed to redirect his bullets elsewhere: into the ground around his feet. This man wasn't a match for him, marksman-wise. He may have a few tricks up his sleeve, but he was the best shot to have ever been born. None could stand up to him. Speaking of... "This ought to help..." He muttered, firing a shot at Allison's scraped leg, hoping to punch a hole through it. With that, he aimed his final bullet- this time for Sage's kneecap- and fired.
If it hit, then it'd of course cripple him, but not only that, it'd bounce off of the floor behind his knee, and proceed to slam into the audience wall, then ricochet at Allison's side, hopefully punching a hole through her obliques. If it missed, and he jumped, then he'd have a nasty time, as the bullet would punch through his stomach. If neither of those things happened, though, then the bullet would simply follow its trajectory for Allison as previously mentioned. Immediately after firing his bullet, he landed and rolled to the right, just in case Sage fired a shot at his landing point.
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Melchio
He glared, angrily, between both Veyd and Malorn, his rage seething, Falin only adding insult to injury. It was obvious they were only serving to anger him more and more. It was as if they wanted him to kill them. He was tempted, oh so tempted, to simply blast them all to smithereens, but considering Falin and Veyd weren't his targets, plus they were in a crowded restaurant, he couldn't hope to do so. Plus, he had to deal with Ikari first. So, instead of breaking out his HOLY power, he instead opted to again argue with them, his rage bubbling up with every word those idiots said to him.
"You, the one in the hood, what are you, an idiot?!" He whipped his head to face him, eyes narrowed with anger. "Do you not understand what the hell Baelgrad stands for?! He's LIFE's opposite, his only reason for existing is to kill LIFE! All Demons- pure-blooded ones, anyways- are his children, and are born of his vile essence. Their only reason for existing is to destroy, maim, and slaughter all that comes their way!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, this yelling and anger giving him a massive migraine. "Gah! It's like you're from a universe that doesn't have these two opposing forces! I don't care if you think you're some all powerful, all knowing being, because if you can't understand what Baelgrad wishes to accomplish then you have no place to judge me! There is no "other side" to the story- there's only Baelgrad and his followers and the Crusaders of Life!"
He then turned on Malorn, a vicious sneer on his face. "Oh, yeah, right. Is that why you came all this way? Just to tell me not to kill you, because you "don't serve Baelgrad"? That's exactly what a demon that fears for his life would say! I don't care what you claim you are- you're next, 'Mark'. There's no redemption for you Grand Demons, whose atrocities far outweigh all other demons. If I wasn't already dealing with this disgusting Half-Demon, then I'd blast you to kingdom come!" He growled at the thought that this Demon honestly thought that his ice was all he had. It was disgusting to see just how powerful he thought he was. He'd be glad to wipe that grin off of his face. Then, he turned on Falin.
"Oh really? I've killed none in that shop! As I said, I only kill those who get in my way! Those who impede my job of killing Demons aren't anymore innocent than those who impede on a policeman's arrest of a wanted criminal! I do whatever requires the least amount of energy to get what's in my way out of my way- and if that's cold blooded murder, then so be it! If it's crippling them so they can't interfere, then so be it! If it's simply pushing them out of the way, then so be it!" He hung his head, eyes blazing a hole in the pavement with the anger that seethed within. "My job comes above all things- if I do my job, then I don't die. If I do my job, then I can live a happy life for as long as I have left on this world." He glared up at them. "So shut up, and wait your turn, got that?! I'll be sure to reduce you all to black stains on the floor if you get in my way, understand? Don't try and defend that Grand Demon, otherwise you'll end up dead too."
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Falcon
Dearest. Cute. He sighed, setting his menu down, having already decided on what he wanted: the premium steak and some water. He wasn't that hungry. He closed his eyes, and reclined more into his seat, thinking. He wasn't exactly sure, at first, why he spared Nyr. His first (and normal) response would've been because Aquios begged him to do it, but the answer was a little deeper than that. It wasn't hope. It wasn't love. It wasn't pity. It wasn't any good, lovey-dovey happy-ending kind of answer.
"...I saved you because I was tired." He muttered, opening his gold eyes, and looking down at Nyr, before bringing himself from his reclined position to one where he sat up straight. "I'll save you the sad parts of it, and simply say that I was tired. Tired of the same things happening every day, night, week, year. I was tired of the constant, predictability of life." He chuckled, running his nails across the table. "I saved you because I wanted things to change. And you know what?" he gave her a small smile. "You really have changed things for me, Nyr. I... I don't know if I'll ever be able to do for you what you've done for me in the little time I've known you, but I'll try, that's for sure. I'm just surprised that you didn't find me hideous." He shook his head.
"I'm not sure how you could find this-" he gestured to himself hollowly, "-anything but ugly, given what it's done. I know exactly how I'd feel if I saw this."
Allison grabbed the mace at roughly the same time a bullet pierced her leg, she cried out in pain but didn't feign from her task. The force of the mace itself from blocking it with her hand alone cracked her wrist, but she gripped it tightly and held it in place. She stared directly into Illoi's eyes, unless she shielded them somehow in a matter of a minute she would succumb to madness as visions of hell itself and her own torture and the torture of the ones she loved filled her mind. That was also of course, if she didn't knock Allison out.Halohbottech said:
||Tourney - Faereach City||
$Heidt$
Heidt smirked, spinning Aurum on his finger, before snapping the magazine open, and dumping the empty cases on the ground. "Pfft. If you're crippled, you can't fight. Plus, you can recover. Don't be such a little bitch Sage." He reloaded methodically, ignoring the raging battle between fire and water between Illoi and Allison. Welp, this poor sap was about to have a bad time. The instant it was reloaded, he aimed it at Sage, a cocky grin on his face. "Stop this." In a flash, he fired three bullets at Sage- one for each of his kneecaps, and one for the space on the ground between his feet. This bullet'd bounce up, ricochet off the light above, and strike him in the lower back, as long as he didn't move. Then, he fired one last shot at Allison once again, this time aiming for her leg. "Try and stop all these, if you want."