Maxxob
The Overseer
CODE / ARKNIGHT
Erwin Kott
Location: The raided temple
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TAGS: ( ManofManyRoles ) ( Archdemon ) ( Phayne )
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TAGS: ( ManofManyRoles ) ( Archdemon ) ( Phayne )
Protect them? Had the Westerner heard the Kinoe right? As much as he hated to admit, and wanted to protest it, he was sure his episode remembering the horrors of war had left him in a defenseless stupor. And, even if that was a high-ranking demon, it was high time for the group to dispatch it. The inscriptions the being had on its face little mattered for the German, as it was unbeknownst to the man what it meant.
As the creature started to move towards him, Erwin already had his breathing under control. Slowly inhaling and exhaling the air from his lungs, his stance was low. Well, as low as someone as tall as him could manage. Turning his body sideways, with his right shoulder towards the creature, his vision was focused on a single target: its neck. That thing had to be cut clean if they were to destroy it. It was then that the voice, coming from the red-haired man, caught his attention.
In a moment, a gust of air, shot like a cannon, ripped the space between the German and the demoness, giving him just the right opportunity to execute his plan. Lightning quickly surged in the air and static filled the space between them - “First form: Thunderclap and Flash!” - and with that, the man disappeared as a bolt. His movement, however, wasn’t straight at the disgusting creature. Making it a double-step process, in a split second, the man covered the distance of around 5 meters in a right-diagonal towards the creature, actually stopping for an instant around 3 meters from it, positioned behind it.
In the next instant, another use of his first form would position him on the creature back - “Second Form: Rice Spirit!” - drawing his sword, he began slashing rapidly, aiming at the demoness’ neck. His technique, however, was different from the one he used against Akimine during their previous training. His slashes had, at the very least, the triple the speed than when he had used previously. The man was clearly focusing everything he had in a pure, brutal, offensive. His lungs began to protest as he used the technique not only once, but over and over again and, if the demoness’ tried to block his attacks, he would try to cut her, limb from limb - “Here is where I crush you beneath my jackboot!” - his face was livid, with pure rage.