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[12:00] Nic would be moving about through the shadow lands, his thoughts on finishing up his survey of possible area's while his sight's caught a glimpse of something that went bump in the night. Soon after the presence of the demon was noticed the wound in his shoulder started to throb, the occult mana laced in his system reaction to the demon. Stopping his progression through the swamp he came to land just close enough to make the outline of the demon out in the darkness. His right eye opening slowly as the sequence of runes started to activate and the occultic flames soon wrapping around his person. Whisps of darkness emitting from the ranger as his red glare from his false eye gazed through the darkness.


"What do we have here?"

He asked his hands coming to rest across his chest as he crossed them.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[12:08] It was a fledgling thing —

Too small to be anything of note, with its grunts bestial and the steady flag of its wings uneasy. Like a baby bird learning to fly, with all the hunger and bloodthirsty intent of a starving black bear.

Even with its underdeveloped, haggard little frame, the origin of this particular beast was apparent. An entity woven from nightmares, it's corporeal form oozed with darkness, a steady stream of putrid occult marring the grass beneath it. It plagued it, naturally —

Sucked the life out of it and left the earth dead.

The voice startles it, heaving a shrill cry from its chest. No voice on this one. Perhaps it were too young, not yet evolved to trade words with humans. It bore the body of a bird, or something similar, with crooked, torn, leathery wings that kept it aloft, and a twisted, misshapen skull and putrid countenance that was distinctly beast, with unnervingly human features about it. Like it'd tried to mimic something with no real success.

Mana springs from its body, warping into rays of blinding light, tinged with the putrid purples of the occult. As beautiful as it was devastating, really.

It hisses, like a rattlesnake warning its prey, two beady, crimson eyes hanging on Niclous. Today, it seemed, it would be prey.

It's fight or flight kicks in —

A quick volley of blinding light to flashbang the encroaching warrior, and a searing ray of energy to pierce through his chest. It tries to flee in the ensuing chaos with a heavy beat of its wings.

Not hungry enough to die today.
(Ördög)
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[12:14] The ranger grinned, seeing the feral nature of the creature before him. Though the man now walked the path of darkness his mission in life for now was still the same. Slowly his right hand reached up to his back and pulled forth his bow, ravenous winds began to beckon down as storm clouds soon formed overhead. The flames of the occult now completely shrouding the man in a veil of darkness.

"No matter how old I get, never get used to how ugly you fuckers can be."

His left hand then reaching into his cloak, pulling forth small canister's that he would throw in the direction of the demon. Their purpose to confuse and disorient the creature with loud explosions of sound allowing the ranger time to manifest an arrow. Then notching it onto his bow string in order to strike the creature.


The ranger's method of hit and run tactic's being used in this encounter as he aimed to use every trick he had in his arsenal. Clones of himself would be sent forth to confuse the creature which would vanish soon after their creation. Concussion and smoke grenades being thrown about and the ranger moving through the swamp erupting from the darkness to fire a barrage of bolts at his target.

"Another day on the job it looks like."

A small grin coming to his face as he continued to fight the creature.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[12:22] It didn't need strength or years of survival instinct to understand the situation within which it found itself. In this world, it was a blemish, destined to be purged by those that considered themselves heroes. Or maybe he was just a hunter, slaughtering for sport.

In truth, to a spawn of Demonkind, morals mattered none. It was an eat or be eaten world. Kill or be killed. Survive or die.

And while the vile little avian had no hope of victory here, it would, assuredly, survive. Like a cornered rat. A roach within a nuclear blast. It's command of light sears and blinds as it utilizes every dirty trick in the book to escape. It commands the occult in poisonous blasts of energy to mar the flesh. To district. To maim.

Endure and Survive.

Endure and Survive.

Endure and Survive.

A final blow of energy sends it reeling, whipped through the treeline with explosive force, though a beat of its heavy wings is enough to steady it. It commandeers the energy around it again, lashing forth with enough flash of blinding light and spear of energy, diving for the undergrowth to flee through bramble and brush.
(Ördög)
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[12:28] Niclous continued to assault the creature with an array of different combinations of arrows. Shadow and occult, Sound and air, Lightning and occult. Each arrow striking it's mark one after the other. Bit by bit the man's eye would continue to absorb the residue mana left in the air from the demon's attack's. The power of them being out matched by the ranger.


To Niclous this was no game or sport, he had no allegiance to hunt the demon's as he did before. To him deep down it felt it was simply his duty in order to pave his way forward in what was to come. The constant absorption of the demon's mana continuing to be done by his eye only fueling the occultic mana dormant in his system.

A quiet chuckle was heard through the shadow's as swarm's of illusion's ran forward. Them all carrying the voice of the ranger.

"You are nothing but a small puppy, hardly worth my time but a lesson must be taught this day."

The man holding control over his mind thanks to the months of meditation and training he had underwent. The negative influence of his thoughts and action's soon becoming naught. His mind sorting out what was needed and what was cruel as he would shift to a calm and calculated nature. Not caring about his own well being for the time and only what mattered to him. To prove his might over the creature of the darkness and the own darkness he held inside of himself.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[12:30] {Won Dangerous RPB against Ördög}
[12:30] ** Niclous Runeclaw has inflicted an injury upon Ördög. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[12:40] Niclous continued his pursuit of the creature, maneuvering through the shadow's at ever turn. Concussion and smoke grenades limiting the creatures senses as he would make his approach. Like a wild wolf stalking it's pray he closed in, his claw's surging with power as his bow was holstered onto his back.

Ripping through the blasts of smoke and sound, after images encircling the creature from every direction. The ookami man having come a long way from the boy he used to be aiming to not take down but actually bring harm to this demon.

His hands latched onto the skull of the creature from behind, catapulting himself over it's back to meet it's gaze with his artificial eye. Contact being made with at least one of the demon's open eye's and a signal being sent through it to it's brain.

In an instant every drop of occultic mana was drained from the creature, adding it to the ranger's own piles of mana in his body. Fueling the already dormant energy from his wound. "I will be taking that."

A chuckle then let out as he landed onto his feet, still holding the creature he aimed to throw them into the tree line letting them get away for now perhaps becoming another source of occultic mana for him in the future.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[12:46] Endure and Survive.

What more could it do against overwhelming odds? In this venture, it is overwhelmed. A prey to the predator that was Niclous. Each blast of mana wreaks havoc upon its tiny form. Each laceration across its fragile body oozes darkness and occult.

It was birthed from nightmares, after all. It'd not yet devoured enough to find itself.

Endure and Survive.

It ducks and weaves, riposting energy with energy where it can. Light permeates the darkness of the forest, though it's tainted with the creatures command of the occult, like rays of like struggling to permeate heavy grey clouds. It's there, but it lacks radiance.

Endure and Survive.

Its defensive efforts screech to a halt. A few flurries and a sweeping attack, and its weak skull is clutched within Niclous' grasp. There's a crack of bone, and a flash of surprise within its beady red eyes.

Some innate part of it is stolen, devoured byNiclous Runeclaw.

Not a hero, then.

It manages to lurch, desperately swiping the jagged edge of its claw forward to sever Niclous' jugular. Too late.

A steady swing launches it into the treeline, sending it ricocheting from tree to tree with an almighty shriek and crunch of bone, leaving barks and dust in its wake as it's discarded to the dense nature with naught but a trail of deadened grass and earth in its wake.
(Ördög)