Snippet #2441204

More and more people were coming to join the party. At least Josh had managed Kushin, hissing through the link between them threats of getting chained at the bottom of the chasm he stood over by Taima. The power struggle had subsided after that.

On the other hand, it seemed bullets were starting to lose effect, and besides, friendly fire was now an issue. Now that's a term I've never thought before. Worrying about shooting someone on my side? Not even in life.

Time for a change of pace, though Josh snarled as he drifted closer to the bridge where the core of the fighting was taking place. The rifle in hands smoked and seethed, altering into a long, hand and a half blade, and though the holy light flared brighter and his own aura of dark essence boiled with more fury in response, the speed at which the manifestation occurred was just as quick as it ever was. Kushin was the only reason the consecration only slowed Josh, and not drained his power.

After all, as far as undead went, they were tougher than most. Taking a point hovering near the edge, Josh "stepped" into his place at the front of the melee, and went into motion. The sword whipped in and out of the melee as if it were quicksilver, biting deeply into arms, legs, torsos, faces. His presence, though precisely why he didn't bother guessing, seemed to turn the heads of several nearby Hollows his way.

On in particular slithered through the mass with startling speed, masked face yawning wide to bite him as he struck a blow on yet another of its kind. It's only answer from Josh was a flash of Kushin, gleeful fury evident as with monstrous strength and fingers that coiled into talons, he thrust his arm into that maw and ripped its face head off at the top of the spine before casting it away. The change was just that, a tapping of the other as he set back into the mass.