Where was the omega? A question both members of the party were still wondering, and despite more smaller werewolfs coming, it didn't halt the lingering worry of where the second strongest now was. With the Alpha down for the count, only able to fight if one of them got near it's body, and even then it was knocked out because of the pain. This at least comforted Raiza that they were now down to only one of the stronger beasts.
Though despite that, Raiza's gaze kept switching back towards Marceline, looking to see if she had sight on in. Except this time, Raiza was witnessing something different, a fight against the were-children. They were fast enough to land a blow on his comrade, and that was something he rather not let go on for much longer. If it did, he may not have an ally at the end of the night. So, what better logical reason to fight with than to kick it up one more notch. Starting with dropping the silver gun he had, letting it fall to the ground before breaking away into dust so the werewolfs didn't somehow manage to use it. Instead of that gun, he'd be using his duplication glitch technique to create a second gun sword, while activating both the fusion spell unfair aimbot and his signature spell checkmate to amplify that spell.
Now begins the real fun. Two guns, each able to fire seven shots of magical energy. Each with the ability to make bullets curve up to 90 degrees once, and 25 degrees for a second curve. No matter how fast the werewolf children were, if they were predictable like kids typically are, then they will fall with no trouble. However, when did anything ever...ever go to plan perfectly? The loud growl of the omega neared them. Perhaps hearing the yowl of the children brought it back, thought the reason matters not, the painful ear splitting howl behind Raiza was enough for him to pivot on the spot he was, bringing up the guns just before his own head was instantly removed from his body. The swipe of the omega's claw shredded right through Raiza's head, removing it clean as a knife through liquid butter.
However, one could not killed the undead so easily. The only trophy the werewolf claimed that moment was Raiza's hood was on the ground where his head should have been. The incorporeal form he possessed allowed him to take damage without sustaining physical damage, unless he switched back to a physical form like before in order to slow something down. A maniacal laughter followed as his head seemed to re-appear like a liquid reforming into a shape. His gun swords still aimed at the omega's body, two trigger pulls were made as he raised them up to the shoulder blades of the omega. The two shots would curve after penetrating theflesh of the furred beast, going slightly down the arms, turning spiritual as it did to stop more physical damage as it began ripping through more spiritual muscle before exiting near the elbows. No physical damage delt, but spiritual, enough to cause extreme pain, and still cripple the arms to.. A second pull of the trigger before the omega knew what was going on would be expected, but Raiza was already leaping backwards, one gun aimed directly at Marceline's back side. A shot was fired, curving 25 degrees, then 70 degrees another way after traveling a bit to hit one of the children werewolfs in a leg as they were running towards Marceline. The attempt to slow or stop them before turning his attention back to the omega whom was still howling in pain.
"Hurts doesn't it... the pain of losing a limb on a spiritual level, the damage becomes so much more permanent you cannot heal from it. How much longer do you want to suffer, want your children to suffer. We wont kill, but do you really want this village to be named the cripple village? I don't know if you can turn back to humans or not, but you should just stay here, go back to the houses and wait till daytime" His attempt to reason with the beasts was unknown, but he had no idea if it'd work or not. His guess was it would not work at all, but dictating how long they have been fighting, maybe just maybe the inital shock of the transformation would have worn off a little to allow some reasoning, even if the beasts remained feral to some degree. It was true they were beserk primal beasts, but even the more primal of animals has a consciousness to protect it's young, as well as themselves. While it might not understand the language Raiza was speaking, he had still hoped due to their human side, that they indeed would.
Though it made the Omega drop to all fours as if he was going to be lunging forward, instead a loud howl pierced the midnight sky. Flocks of birds, and other small animals were already retreating from such a stinging sound. The children seemed to slow, and keep their gaze on the omega before awaiting to see what would transpire. Was the omega thinking of the words Raiza spoke, or planning an attack?
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Though despite that, Raiza's gaze kept switching back towards Marceline, looking to see if she had sight on in. Except this time, Raiza was witnessing something different, a fight against the were-children. They were fast enough to land a blow on his comrade, and that was something he rather not let go on for much longer. If it did, he may not have an ally at the end of the night. So, what better logical reason to fight with than to kick it up one more notch. Starting with dropping the silver gun he had, letting it fall to the ground before breaking away into dust so the werewolfs didn't somehow manage to use it. Instead of that gun, he'd be using his duplication glitch technique to create a second gun sword, while activating both the fusion spell unfair aimbot and his signature spell checkmate to amplify that spell.
Now begins the real fun. Two guns, each able to fire seven shots of magical energy. Each with the ability to make bullets curve up to 90 degrees once, and 25 degrees for a second curve. No matter how fast the werewolf children were, if they were predictable like kids typically are, then they will fall with no trouble. However, when did anything ever...ever go to plan perfectly? The loud growl of the omega neared them. Perhaps hearing the yowl of the children brought it back, thought the reason matters not, the painful ear splitting howl behind Raiza was enough for him to pivot on the spot he was, bringing up the guns just before his own head was instantly removed from his body. The swipe of the omega's claw shredded right through Raiza's head, removing it clean as a knife through liquid butter.
However, one could not killed the undead so easily. The only trophy the werewolf claimed that moment was Raiza's hood was on the ground where his head should have been. The incorporeal form he possessed allowed him to take damage without sustaining physical damage, unless he switched back to a physical form like before in order to slow something down. A maniacal laughter followed as his head seemed to re-appear like a liquid reforming into a shape. His gun swords still aimed at the omega's body, two trigger pulls were made as he raised them up to the shoulder blades of the omega. The two shots would curve after penetrating theflesh of the furred beast, going slightly down the arms, turning spiritual as it did to stop more physical damage as it began ripping through more spiritual muscle before exiting near the elbows. No physical damage delt, but spiritual, enough to cause extreme pain, and still cripple the arms to.. A second pull of the trigger before the omega knew what was going on would be expected, but Raiza was already leaping backwards, one gun aimed directly at Marceline's back side. A shot was fired, curving 25 degrees, then 70 degrees another way after traveling a bit to hit one of the children werewolfs in a leg as they were running towards Marceline. The attempt to slow or stop them before turning his attention back to the omega whom was still howling in pain.
"Hurts doesn't it... the pain of losing a limb on a spiritual level, the damage becomes so much more permanent you cannot heal from it. How much longer do you want to suffer, want your children to suffer. We wont kill, but do you really want this village to be named the cripple village? I don't know if you can turn back to humans or not, but you should just stay here, go back to the houses and wait till daytime" His attempt to reason with the beasts was unknown, but he had no idea if it'd work or not. His guess was it would not work at all, but dictating how long they have been fighting, maybe just maybe the inital shock of the transformation would have worn off a little to allow some reasoning, even if the beasts remained feral to some degree. It was true they were beserk primal beasts, but even the more primal of animals has a consciousness to protect it's young, as well as themselves. While it might not understand the language Raiza was speaking, he had still hoped due to their human side, that they indeed would.
Though it made the Omega drop to all fours as if he was going to be lunging forward, instead a loud howl pierced the midnight sky. Flocks of birds, and other small animals were already retreating from such a stinging sound. The children seemed to slow, and keep their gaze on the omega before awaiting to see what would transpire. Was the omega thinking of the words Raiza spoke, or planning an attack?
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