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Shit got real like an hour back, but our favorite Kitsune hasn't stopped his work. This is sacred duty, this isn't just fun times and revenge hits. This is orders from on high, and that means a wholly different degree of seriousness, and in this case expenditure. The orders had been simple enough of course, they always are.
"Make a dent. - High Goddess Inari"
To that end he'd burned six hand grenades, ran a shotgun ragged before he ran empty and broke it nearly in half over a demon's skull. That should be enough, right? Yet on he fights, retreating only as long as it takes to get his trusted tommy gun into the fight. Hurling 230 grains worth of "Sit the fuck down pill" out at a terrific rate, hell he'd chewed through two hundred round drums, a pair of fifties and a trio of thirty round sticks before snagging another satchel and getting back after it. See thats the problem with open ended orders, when you've got a race of divine foxes eager to please. Grinding to a halt only as long as it takes to wipe the majority of the filth from his breast plate and mask, before smashing another hundred round drum into that Thompson and screw another oil filter onto the muzzle.
The problem of course, is Inari never did specify how big of a dent she wanted.
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Nova wouldn't let his friend the Fox go into battle alone, and joined in the fray not long after it started. He made his entrance via what he has come to call 'the meteorite', a move he never really gets the opportunity to use; diving from high up in the air and slamming into the ground with all of the force he can muster. Makes a big crater, and pretty much crushes any of the demons in about a ten-foot radius of the landing site. If it was a dent Inari had asked for, well, there's a pretty good one right there. There are still plenty of demons to fight afterward, though. While the Kitsune enjoys guns and swords to make his point, Nova makes good use of his armour-bestowed power; he jets through the air at high speed from demon to demon, using his fists to pummel some with intenses bursts of strength, and kinetic blasts to knock others away from himself.
"So, any clue what started all this?" He shouts to Eito, blasting a ghoul before it can reach him.
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The Fox pauses, panting as he surveys the destruction. Chest heaving as he finally peers back towards Nova. "Not my job!"He shouts, deftly giving that bolt handle a swift chop before hefting that SMG and driving the stock into his shoulder. "We aren't enough to stop this, we need wizard or one of the divine!" Theres a pause as a pair of, are those zombies or liches? Well not that Eito pauses to differentiate, he swings that tommy gun around and gets right back to business, pounding rounds downrange. Cutting rounds through the pair as he approaches, before finishing the job with a short pop into the skulls. "I'm running low, how are you?"
Eito doesnt even notice it at first, the pair of them rather. Human enough in the general outline, and clad in brilliantly colored handicraft tunics and baggy trousers. The particularly astute eye may even be able to pin down the design on those tunics, Sami perhaps? In anycase thats not the problem here. Round shields, longswords and skulls cast in a brilliant plume of neon pink flame. The souls of disgraced warriors, no minor thing to mess with of course.
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"Never really have to worry about ammo," Nova replies, punching an apporaching demon hard enough to partially cave in its chest, pulling out a sticky, gooey fist and grimacing at it. He follows that up with another kinetic blast, which he decides afterward will be his go-to move for these guys. Zombie guts, or whatever they are. Gross. "No, the best we can do here is contain them," he shouts back to Eito. Even then though, containing them might be a full-time job. Nova's sensors keep him abreast of any new additions, and the two flaming-skulls approaching seem like an important thing to keep abreast of. Even Nova, as unknowledgeable as he is about such things, can tell these two are no ordinary creatures. Because now we've reached a stage where we can define certain hell-beasts as simply 'ordinary'. "Two o'clock. What in the hell (ha ha) are those?"
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Theres a pause, because lets be frank. Eito's never actually -seen- them before, but he knows well enough. "The burned men."Turning to spit, before giving his neck an audible snap-crackle-pop. "Warriors who murdered, they were punished by being fed burning coals until death. Those swords of theirs don't cut flesh or armor, they damage your soul. If they kill nine men, they get out of their ordeal. You need to seperate the head, understand?"Down goes that Tommy gun with a clatter, smoldering still as he reaches across to lay a hand on his sword.
The two, burned men do not shamble, they do not lurch. They walk as men, and their jaws move as if conversing to one another. The pair motion and wave their swords after Eito and Nova, before in perfect unison they pound the flat of their sword against the rim of their shield. Shields come up, swords held low before the pair break loose in a sprint and they do not move like zombies at all for sure. They're fast, faster than any mortal men it would seem.
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So, if Nova is understanding this properly, those swords won't really care about things like energy shields, either. So don't get hit, seems to be the key there. "Sounds unpleasant," he comments, and lifts into the air again. At least, or at least he assumes, that he has the benefit of mobility. He flies toward the pair, stopping several feet away in the air above them, hovering. As soon as he gets in range, lets loose with the strongest kinetic blast he can, hoping to hit them hard enough break something. It'd be a start, at least.
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The pair break up, and just as Nova comes near the shield on "his" comes up to absorb that blow. Sure it lands, hell it brings the guy to a stop like he slammed into a brick wall and almost throws him back. Then he gets right back to it, jaw clacking as he presumably curses on mutely. Sword swinging way-way short once, before on the return swing out comes a single throwing knife. Not a "cut the soul" kind of knife of course, but theres no way to tell. Either way it forms the cover for what comes next, as that skull headed warrior leaps with apparent supernatural agility. Sword swinging high as he prepares to try and slash it down after Nova, these guys move fast!
Eito takes off after his own, hurling sod after him as he sprints. The two pass with an audible whiff of steel passing by each other, before in unison they dig in. The pair turn and begin their little dance, sword swings exchanged at lightning speed without much apparent effect either way until they finally take a mutual step back and pause. Each one taking careful stock of the opposite.
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Nova makes good use of his aerial mobility, dodging the knife, if only just, and then hitting the sword with another burst of kinetic force to buy some time to dodge the incoming blow. It's quickly becoming apparent that his power isn't going to be enough to do much more than slow these things down. These must be the lieutenants in this hell-army, while the others he'd faced so far must have been the cannon fodder. With that in mind, Nova flies up into the air again, only to dive back down, pushing his speed as fast as the relatively short distance will allow, fists first, in an attempt to crash through the warrior's shield.
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The Warrior, wiffs. He lands gracefully enough, before turning his gaze skyward. That shield comes up immediately as he sights Nova coming in for a blow, and well he doesn't have time really to dodge. No he's smashed into the ground hard, sent sprawling. Shield splintered, sword sent tumbling out of his grasp. Head bent back and under his shoulder at a truly unnatural angle, and for a moment that fire sputters. Then it blinks right out, for a solid few seconds anyway. Then it comes back on with a rush, as that head rolls back around and a gauntleted fist is swung across to grasp for Nova's forearm.
Eito isn't faring that much better, the two trade swings without actually connectiong at all. Then it happens, our burned man lunges only for the fox to explode into a million cherry blossoms. In a crash of light and sound, he appears behind. That sword comes down and across in the blink of an eye. The skull goes tumbling free, before finally it's snuffed out with an audible -pop-.
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Nova is actually kind of proud of himself, having broken the creature's shield. He wasn't so sure about that move, and while the impact dazes him a little bit, at least enough to give the burned man time to grab him. As the gauntlet grasps one of his forearms, Nova balls his other fist, and winds up a punch backed by the strongest burst of force he can muster, aimed directly at the creature's flaming head. Here's hoping that fire is just, you know, fire.
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The moment that arm comes back, the burned man is on the move. It swings back, lifting it's legs up and pivoting on a shoulder. Now it's got one leg under Nova's chest, and the other swings up and over only to come crashing back. Swinging the heel of his foot after Nova's helmet as the warrior begins to pull, trying to stretch out that arm and set up an armbar! It's strong, not as strong as Nova but plenty strong to make this potentially dangerous when it's applying leverage and torque with expert skill.
"Stand up! Get up! Stand up and stomp his skull!
"Eito's free by now, but somewhat tangled up in whatever remains of that warrior. Making sure to stomp the flat of the warrior warrior's sword to ensure it's shattered, because holy fuck we really don't need things like that floating around.
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At least he doesn't have a sword any more, but Nova's having some difficulty getting loose of the warrior's grip. He struggles, using all of his strength to resist the arm bar. After a moment, he lifts off the ground; thankfully his power to fly doesn't depend on any particular orientation. Once in the air, he turns over, using his own grip on the burned man to flip him over and slam him head-first into the ground. With any luck, it'll distact the thing at least enough to force him to let Nova go.
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The warrior smashes into the ground with the clatter of bone, but holds fast for the moment. Then with a kick to try and get space he finally lets go, arm swinging free to grasp onto that fallen sword. It's all just timing now, that skeletal jaw parting as he fixes his gaze on Nova. That sword comes up, just as Eito smashes into him. The swords pass through each other, crushing bone and seperating the head from his shoulders. It's quick and nasty, but the fucker's not just dead he's -dead- now. Eito however, comes away from the exchange worse for wear. He stumbles back with a grunt, taking a wobbly step then two backwards. "Nnnnghfmm…"As well spoken as always, obviously. Despite the sword lodged through his chest, just opposite his heart.
"Unngh, Hobo Shuryo."Eito eases down to his knees, lifting a hand to grasp at the handle but his hand passes right through. "uuungh, Nova. Oshidasu Nihonto, Onegaishimasu?"Yeah speaking japanese is probably a bad sign, as is lifting a hand to all but claw that mask off his face.
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"Holy crap," Nova says. "That's gotta hurt," he comments quietly. He didn't understand the language, but it's pretty clear what Eito needs. Nova reaches for the handle of the blade, and if his hands don't pass through it as the Kitsune's did, he'll pull it out of the Fox's chest. Maybe this will be enough excitement for the magical mail fox for one night? Sword through the chest and all?
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The sword comes free with an audible series of, very distressing sounds. The Fox lurches foreward, pressing a hand against the ground before..yeah. He pukes, and it's all red and thats never a good sign. "Nnngh, Owari.."A dry cough, and so he rises. Wavering on place for a moment before putting that mask back on, and finally sheathing his own sword. That should be enough, right? Only he starts walking, snagging that Tommygun with another now very wet cough and pulling it back to shoulder. "nnngh, That was immensely unpleasant."
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"No joke," Nova agrees, eyeing the red vomit Eito left on the ground. He then looks up, taking stock of the remaining demonic creatures. There's gotta be an end to them soon, at least for a time, right? Or can a Hellmouth just pour evil crap out of it endlessly? Now that he thinks about it, that kind of seems like something a Hellmouth would do. "What's the plan here, then? Neither of us are going to last all night," he says, moving to stand near the Kitsune.
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"You won't, Mom said to make a dent. I've still got work to do, Go ahead and take off if you want. I'll be fine."Pausing to unscrew that old oil filter, only to snag a fresh one and screw it onto the muzzle with roll of the shoulders. "I've had much worse and kept on for a lot longer than I intend to tonight, pain and discomfort are illusions created to control the simple minded."A pause for a cough, finally checking that chamber before he starts foreward. Wading out into the darkness with a wince and a grunt, before he gets right back to it. This is the problem of course, with all Kitsune really. So eager and willing to please, and never wanting to dissapoint. She didn't specify the size of the dent afterall.
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Nova lets out a bit of a sigh. Silly Fox. "Well, I'm not going to leave you here alone to deal with all.. this," he says with a motion of his hand toward the chaos. "I've still got plenty left in me," he says, lifting a few feet into the air beside Eito, and following him into the abyss once more. He'll fight as long as he can, which his armour usually allows for as long as is necessary; guess we'll see just how long that is tonight. Once more, into the fray?
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