Murderer

Maximus Bodacious says, "Like, allow me to alter my approach yo."
Erik if Max would notice Erik was pointing his rifle towards Deo
(Erik Drakanov)
Maximus walks up to Deo
(Maximus Bodacious)
Maximus would look to Deo. "Hey brah, I'm sorry yo. I approached with a mondo hostile attitude yo. Sorry, its been a long day. Lost part of my finger, you know how it goes. Anyway brah, look. Your acting kinda shady yo."

"Now your like... five foot seven yo, from your like... general build I kinda like, figure you must be like... early twenties yo? Twenty? Twenty one? Look doesn't matter yo. I don't think we've like, been here quite that long and even then like... a Gehennan Valmasian child? We'd like, of heard about you brah. Schya. But whatever."

"But what does matter is that like, recently there was a murder in the area committed by three men against a merchant. One of the attackers brah was said to be a man in a black hood and black clothing like that brah."

"So schya, mondo sorry if I came off as hostile but c'mon, take off the hood yo. If your Gehennan that's aight, no need for violence yo just means we gotta like, send you back across the border." He'd nod with a friendly smile.

"Also Erik you wanna lower the rifle a bit there bud? Brah might be a little bit less shady if he didn't have a live weapon pointed at him yo."
(Maximus Bodacious)
A sigh escaped Erik, possibly he has been a bit too brash. He would retreat his rifle buckling it on his back. It would seem Max had it covered, he wasn't really good at these stuff and thus followed how Selene took care of things.

"Yea, alright, I was being on guard because the man refused to state who he was and sat there like a shady individual. I suppose I will let you handle this, I was never good with this sort of things anyways."

Erik relaxed his shoulder a bit yet not letting his guard down.
(Erik Drakanov)
Deo clears his throat and pushes himself up to a stand.
(Deo)
Deo says, "....."
Deo says, "Yeah. I'm not going to do this right now."
Deo walks away.
(Deo)
As he got up and walked away Maximus would yell over to him.

"Hey!" He would exclaim. "As I said brah, there was a murder in the area recently committed by a brah matching your description, act as upset and pissy as you want trying to storm off yo, but that's a reasonable reason to stop you, and its mondo suspicious that after being told the reason your still like... mondo inclined just to take off."

"Well you can take off brah." He'd point to him. "That flipping hood. Schya." He'd shaking his head.
(Maximus Bodacious)
Walking away, Deo hoped that the group would have left him alone. But no, one of the valmasians had came onto him. And it was the magician of course! The one who was able to give an almost perfect guess of his height and almost dead on guess his age even though any of his features were visable!

Good day, today was a good day.

Soon to be lectured about someone being murdered and him matching the description. His thoughts had went to, 'white on black crime.'

Laughing in his thoughts, he knew that it was a fools choice to just kick back and hope for the blacksmith that lives east of their position was going to come out. He was a pretty cool guy and was hoping to get a nice chat on with him. Maybe he'd be his blacksmith, but now he'd never know.

As he heard the word 'brah' and 'Schya' spoken once more behind him, he turned around and grabbed his blade from its sheath. Ripping it out of it's home and pointing the blade at the man.

Fire combusted at the tip of his sword before it slowly ran down to his hilt, stopping right there.

"Say brah... or Schya... One more time." he threatened. Obviously annoyed, and irritated.
(Deo)
Bodacious would look to the dude in the hood. "Look brah, its a pretty reasonable request that you like stand down. I'm not saying get over here so we can do glorious combat in the name of Azrael or something yo"

"I'm saying you like, match a bad dudes description, we're in tense times right now, so you like, walking off shouldn't be how you handle the situation. I'm not saying you did it, yeesh." He'd look to the others, "As I'm actually pretty sure I think I might know who like, did."

"Just saying you are wearing the same clothing, yeesh." He'd shake his head. However then he saw the blade drawn and Maximus would sigh. "Its just gonna like... continue to be one of those days isn't it."

"Well, alright friend." He would say quietly. He'd activate an aura of sound, only this time it wasn't music, it was just words being spoken at a rapid pace. He would blast a soundwave at Deo, its sound echoing out as it went in his direction, "Schyabrahschyabrahschya~~~" In a high pitches tone.

Before spinning around and fighting off two more high pitched blasts of sound! "Schyaaaaaaaaaa~ Schyaaaa~" and then one more! "Braaaaaah~" Indeed! The Wizard was ready!
(Maximus Bodacious)
"....." Deo fell silent.

His eyes lost their normal gaze as he had once lost himself to that feeling. That blind rage. Nothing was holding him back this time. There was no brand on his chest anymore or a collar on his neck.

Nothing held back the raw emotions that were running through his body.

A malicious aura began to vibrate off of his body. Slowly making it's way towards his target. No, his prey.

 One step infront of the other, Deo slowly came to the man. Oblivious to a word that they had said, he was tuned out of reality. Tunneled visioned on the man who stood in front of him.

Without delay, he vanished. Jumping right at Maximus, plannig to go for a killing blow at the start. But to his dismay, he was flung back with a sound echoing, 'Schyabrahschyabrahschya~~~'

Then another blast was given off in his direction, then another. A frown came upon his lips as he slowly raised himself to a stand and stumbled over his own feet. Once he regained his balance, he charged after the man again.

The battle ended rather quickly, being assaulted by blasts of sound as his blade flashed through the air. Cutting away at Max's clothing and whatever armor that they had underneath.

But it wasn't long before he finally got the old hunch back to get on his knees.

His eyes burned with rage as he slammed Maximus into the ground. A fist into the man's nose, just the way he liked it as a bone crushing sound rang out to the surroundings. An explosion of sand followed as it flew towards the sky before being blown away by the wind. And the only thing that remained was a beaten Deo standing over a defeated Maximus.

Sheathing his sword, he came down to one knee before Max as he observed the lad. The first thing he noticed was blood running down the man's nose. "Sucks huh?" he asked as he reached forward with his right hand. He'd quickly pat down the man and take any valuables before returning what he planned to do. Grabbing tightly on the man's hair. He hoisted him up as he stared him into his eyes. "Look at me." he said in a tone abnormal from his own. Much deeper and darker from his usual voice.

If Maximus wouldn't look, Deo reached forward with his left hand and grabbed the man by his nose and say. "Guess who has your nose?!" and give it a quick jerk to the side. Breaking it and robbing the man of his sense of smell. However, if Maximus did look into his eyes, Deo wouldn't do a thing. No reason to do more harm to the poor fella right?

"Now tell me. What were you so proud of saying before?" he'd asked politely. "Was it... Schyaaa? Brah? Sing it for me please. Sing that word once more for me? Brah." he'd ask.

But before giving the man the chance to even attempt such a feet. Deo stood up swiftly, yanking the man to a stand before throwing his left fist into the man's gut. He'd watch Maximus fall to his knees before doubling over and comment "Oooh that must hurt."

Taking a step over him, Deo positioned himself behind Maximus. He'd reach down and grab the man by their hair again and forced them to sit up. Ever so calmly he'd lean down into the man's ear and whisper. "Remember how not to long ago you were so proud of that phrase? Please sing it for me once more." he'd ask before letting go of the man's hair.

Taking a step to the man's side. Deo crouched down and look at the man's hanging head. "Come on now. Sing for me. You are a sound magi after all." he'd say. Whether or not Maximus had decided to say the very word that drove Deo past his limits. Deo reached forward with both of his hands and force his hands inside their mouth. Right hand grabbing the bottom jaw, as his left hand heldonto the upper set of teeth. "Come on now, Let me here you say it! Allow me to help you sing it." he calmly said as he began to pull.

Despite what ever strength Maximus had, there was no way that they could over power Deo's raw strength.

"Louder!" he'd say louder. "Come on now! I wanna hear you sing! I wanna hear you scream!...."

His hands buckled as he finally reached the point where it was physically impossible for Maximus's mouth to get any wider, and despite if Maximus had been screaming or actually trying to say something. Deo kept pulling.

"....!"

Stunned, Deo felt something unhinge, perhaps it was because he broke the man's jaw, or dislocated such a bone. But with his strength, he was sure that it was broken. Blood began to flow out the man's mouth as Deo continued to pry the man's mouth apart.

His eyes lighted up as he unconsciously kept pulling. Harder and harder, and sooner than later. The very edges of Maximus's lips began to tear. His flesh began to stretch like an elastic rubber band, and when someone keeps on pulling on a rubber band. It snaps, and so did Maximus's cheeks. But then case, it was painfully torn away in a slow motion. He wasn't going to show the guy mercy.

He watched as the skin tore, and not a second later had his left hand flew off to his left side.

The sight was truly gruesome as Deo stumbled backwards at the sudden movement, almost falling on his ass before he regained his balance and caught himself by throwing his hands forward. He'd notice that the upper half of Maximus's head was flying far out into the ocean as it climbed higher and higher into the sky. He'd whistle, giving himself a compliment from himself as he the image of the man's upper head began no more than a little dot in the distance. He should join baseball! ... whatever that sport was. Strange thought.

With a shrug, he'd turn around to a dead man and gazed upon the horrendous sight. Maximus's body was sitting upright on it's knees. Arms failing about as it's lower jaw was only attached to their neck. Blood fountained from their body as he watched the rather long tounge dance in place as their body spasmed to one side before falling over. Without a second to waste. Deo raised his left hand in a karate chop position and sliced away at the man's body. Horizontally, vertically, horizontal, horizontal, vertical, diagonal.

Deo kept at it until the man's body was literally sliced up as he became a fish fillet. "And now the fire...." he said as he snapped his fingers and lit the man ablaze. Soon to amp up the heat so that the remains would be nothing but char or ash when he was done.

A silence fell over him as he full realized that he had brutally fucked over this man over. He'd then smirk and spit on the floor beside Maximus quoting the man.

"Brah....."

Turning to face the man's friends, he'd nod. Waiting for their response. He knew that his wrath had sometimes took over. But this time, he was genuinely surprised.


(Deo)
It all went by in a blur, he fought, the other guy fought. By the time Maximus was beaten however he didn't remember, he could feel his death incoming. Well, at least he was fairly certain this was one of the murderers at this point.

It all went by him in the blink of an eye. Becoming the first person in his family to master a magic... devoting himself to becoming a wizard... bodacious bargains... the chance to learn both rift and necromancy... a woman he had grown to care for greatly and friends he would never forget, or rather, would not want to. And yet now The Wizard was to be cast down by Artos without the class or style.

The injuries he felt as dull sensations, the shock of the situation overwhelming as he was ropped apart. But as he heard the man keep yelling for him to "say it" while tearing apart his mouth, he would say something.

"You don't need a mouth to speak. Schya." He would say, reserving what strength he had and putting it directly into his mana. "Your killing a non-combat focussed crafter brah, this sucks for me, but I mean..." The sound would stop as he was torn apart further before continuing slightly more faintly

"Just sorta shows how mondo uncool you are." With the last of his energy he would summon forth everything he had. He would let his vision slip inwards as he was lost in his memories, he had lost to much blood and his injuries were to dire to treat, he was dying.

He saw Nostvale in his final moments, his days growing up before boarding the boat. He saw his days on the boat and he saw his days in Agartha. It hurt to think of the people he was leaving behind, those who would feel pain from his passing. It sucked that he would be leaving them all so soon without getting the chance to say goodbye.

But he also saw what he left them with. The gear, the enchantments.... the gear... he hoped some would remember where he hid is stuff, put it to good use. But yes, he remembered what he had left them with, and while he still didn't feel it was enough... he felt it was something. They had enchantments and armor, weapons and potions, one brah even had his cat. He had left the people in his life with much, and he was glad for that.

So despite his mouths destroyed state and his bodies shredded form, his mana held on for but a few moments to the shattered and battered frame. His life was burning out but he was seeing it all before him, and as he came to the end it came time for one final act.

As his life force faded he would use his last thought to channel it into a spell, to summon up all of his mana and sum up his life in one last glorious hurrah, and besides, he wanted to give the man what he requested.

So as his body was reduced to ash and his soul faded, the spell would trigger like a bomb set off... and a sound would blast out throughout the beach, a long ringing blast, fading away as it went.

"SCHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....~~~~" And with that he was gone, ashes, fertilizer. Well, least he could continue to help out the environment in death at least. With that he would die, his spirit carried away upon the wind.
(Maximus Bodacious)