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Vern Baralli

"Alrighty then folks, what's next and what does it mean I get to hit? Please tell me I get to atleast hit something..."

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a character in “Princess of Massacre || Rebellion”, as played by Eddy V. Sovorov

Description

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Vern's not really sure why he was given his name, and honestly he is not to sure what it means either. He loves it though for its simplicity as well as its sound.
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The hunter and the agile prey no guarantee which of them will succeed strong or weak

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Image[ Name ]
Vern Baralli


Image[ Nicknames/Aliases ]
Verny
Hardhead
Iron Arm

[ Age ]
26

[ Gender ]
Male

[ Race ]
Human

[ Role/Occupation ]
Companion/Fighter/Ex-Mercenary


[font=THYROMANUS]Image[ Hair Color ]
Red

[ Eye Color ]
Dark Green

[ Skin Tone ]
Fair Skinned

[ Height ]
5' 8"

[ Weight ]
156lbs

[ General Description ] This fair skinned fella is best described well-built and athletic. He has something of a runner's body, with lean muscles with a fair number of scars here and there. Some jagged, some clean, some long and thin, some from burns. He has himself the body of a person who finds himself in a bunch of scraps. His choice of clothing always changes, simply depending on the situation he is in and what it may require of him to wear.

His short red hair hangs where ever gravity pulls it, as he does not brush or comb it all that much unless it is sticking up after sleeping. He tends to keep the bangs cut back from his good eye, to keep it from getting into his working eye. His right eye is covered by an eye patch to hide the milky white remains of his injured eye.


Image[ Likes ]
✔ Fighting: "It's just so exhilarating and fun! I'm not saying I'm out to kill or really hurt people, it is just a bi-product of the act. I simply enjoy fighting because it's both simple and complex. Simple in philosophy simply because their is none. In a fight it is only winning and losing, nothing else. Complex though, as it's like a chess match; you must be able to think several moves ahead of your opponent if you have any hopes of beating them."
✔ The Cold: "Heat bothers me because it makes me feel lethargic and worn out, I don't want to do anything and honestly you can only cool yourself down so much. The cold however will wake me right up and have me moving!"
✔ Rocks: "An odd thing to like, yes, but it is because I feel like I can relate to them as well as emulate them. I respect their resilience and durability, and I seek to emulate that trait in body and mind. They can remain for millions of years, resisting whatever is thrown at them and finally giving only after such a long time."

Image[ Dislikes ]
x The Heat/Humidity: ”As I said, it makes me feel tired, lethargic, and also all sweaty. I hate feeling sweaty honestly, or rather when it won’t evaporate cause it’s too damn humid out!”
x Puzzles/Strategy Games: ”I will be the first to admit that I’m not very clever or tactical. Sure small, easy puzzles are fine, but if it requires some intense and patient thinking, then I’m gonna call it quits. My brain just doesn’t turn like that very well. Ok, well except when fighting; during a fight is the only time that it seems to be able to think of anything clever. It’s just weird like that
or I guess I am
whatever, shut up!”
x People on his Blindside: "Look, it just bugs me when people are where I can't see them, especially when they are on the side of my bad eye. Just ones of those quirks of mine!"

[ Strengths ]
☯ Reliable: Vern can always be relied upon to do what he is asked to do, or at the very least try to do it. If it is for a friend, he’ll do everything he can to make them happy and accomplish what they asked, even if it’s something he is not very good at.
☯ Resilient: Vern is resilient in both body and mind. His body is because he conditions himself often, but mostly because he also “reinforces” his body through his manipulation of Earth magic. He is also well known for his willpower, or as some would call it his stubbornness. He doesn’t really call himself stubborn, as he likes to think of it as simply not being a quitter.

[ Weaknesses ]
☠ Poor Planner: He is not the thinking type, and he prefers just getting straight into the exchanging of blows rather than try to outwit his opponents. It is only in a fight that he can get creative, but outside of that he’s very straightforward.
☠ Stubborn: He’s very confident in his fighting ability, and more so loves to prove his capabilities against other opponents. He’s not afraid to challenge anybody in hopes he can prove himself a better fighter than they are. Not to mention, even when facing a losing battle he will continue to fight on.
☠ Oblivious to Others: He has a hard time reading and understanding a person’s feelings, beyond them being angry or wanting to hurt him. Unless told straight up what is wrong, he will often struggle to figure out just why a person might be feeling the way they are.

[ Abilities/Skills ]
✶ Earth Magic: He is adept at utilizing the element of Earth, from generating small barriers to block attacks, throw small stones as ranged attacks, or his preferred use, to form gauntlets and greaves to augment his strikes; in some cases he’ll form shields to provide more coverage when blocking strikes as well. He has a relic that he stole that he wears around his neck to grant him access to this power.
✶ ] Hand-to-Hand Combat: He is a skilled fighter with his body, capable in a grapple, defending against weapons, and especially in a straight up slugfest. This is where he shines. He focuses primarily on striking, utilizing a mixture of punches, but also switching to elbows and knees if clinched up with an opponent.
✶ Strength: Despite his rather small appearance, he is a fairly strong individual, and he is often able to augment this through the utilization of his Earth Magic.

[ Personality ]
He is best described as being very indifferent to most things, very relaxed and non-reactive for the most part. He isn’t easy to upset, but it’s just as difficult to have him squealing in excitement. He's simply just enjoying himself and smiling most of the time. He’s anything but ambitious, with the only thing he actively seeks out is improving his capabilities as a fighter.
Most noticeable is that he would fall under the category of a follower. He may not bend and bow to every idea thrown his way by somebody else, but when it comes to the big picture and the group, he prefers to let the others think and decide on the next course of action. He’s simply there to help them in whatever endeavor they may find themselves facing.
His other defining characteristic, besides his refusal to give in to most anything, is also his loyalty and desire to help those he travels with. He’d give just about anything to see the others satisfied and happy, assuming whatever it is that they so desire does not happen to harm the group as a whole.


Image[ History ]
Despite his heavy use of magic and his ownership of a magical relic, Vern is an Airenian born fighter. Growing up was as hard as it was for many other within the strict society of Airen and the difficult upbringing that comes of it. His father was a mercenary, and was the primary source of his training and where he learned much of his skills in hand-to-hand combat. His mother on the other hand was a skilled assassin, who attempted to train the boy in her more subtle arts of death dealing. They learned quick though that the boy was far more adept at facing his opponents head on, rather than through subtlety.

Vern never really had much clue as to what it was they were fighting for, course his father often taught him that it was usually easier to never worry about the "why", and rather to focus on what was happening. In fact both his parents taught him that lesson, teaching the young man that in their line of work, as hired killers and fighters, life was only made easier if you only worried about what was happening. Considering that most of the people they found themselves fighting against were enemies only because they stood on the other-side of the battlefield, and that most of the fighting and killing that they were doing were over ideologies and reasons that had nothing to do with them, it meant that the Baralli's were not really a part of the conflict on a spiritual level. Through the years, Vern simply learned to go with the flow, and to worry about only about the violence in front of him and see to it that he survived that conflict.

Vern's acquisition of his magical relic came during an engagement against Jin forces. It was during his late adolescence, serving alongside his parents in the Irelian army, over some dispute. It mattered not to the Baralli's, and so they simply did what they did best, Father and son moving to the frontlines to face the magic wielding forces of the Jin while the mother went about and attacked whomever was deemed important. The men eventually found themselves engaging a skilled user of the relic, easily contending with the Baralli's despite their own personal skill. The battle eventually saw Vern taking a grievous wound to his right eye, a rock fired with frightening accuracy by the magic wielder. The pain of the injury crippled Vern, and death would have surely taken him had his father not been there to aid him. Vern watched as his father continued the fight against the Jin soldier, it slowly turning against the veteran Airenian mercenary. Inevitably, the magic wielder proved too much for the mercenary, and Vern watched his father's life end as the man was impaled on a spike of earth. At that, all Vern recalls is an intense anger, driving him past the pain his body was in and back onto his feet to continue fighting with the Jin. By the end, when he felt the fire of the searing rage slowly fade away, all he really remembers is that he stood above the dead Jin soldier, impaled on his own earth spike while the relic was gripped tightly in Vern's hand.

Vern never saw his mother again after that fight either, not sure if she had perished in the battle or not. to this day, he sometimes wonder if she had simply abandoned him after his father had died giving his life for the the young Baralli. Afterwards, the years went by without much serious incident; Vern began training himself in the use of the relic he had stolen and threw himself further into the field of battle. He trained his body and mind daily to be as resilient as the stones he uses, so that he would never again have to watch someone he cared for have to sacrifice their lives to protect him.

Today, he finds himself aiding the one known as the Princess of Massacre, having grown tired of fighting in battles that meant little to nothing to him and has been travelling alongside her for about a year and seven months by now. To him, this group is now a chance for him to have something to fight for; it is a chance for him to have a group of people to know and fight for beyond them just being the other warm bodies running alongside him into battle. They are people he can risk his life for, and be proud that he had done so.

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So begins...

Vern Baralli's Story

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Character Portrait: Vern Baralli Character Portrait: Aglaeca Nero Character Portrait: Agrona Caedwyn Character Portrait: Kachinonai Aku Character Portrait: Audona Aislinn Caoimhe Character Portrait: Lu Fei and Shi Xin
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"Everyone prepare to leave in fifteen. Vern and Lyon, come with me." Agleacea held himself back from groaning with disappointment. Hardly anything came for him to actually have fun, and now she was going to hunt without him? There were souls, and he could sense it, a more primitive, demonic instinct to consume them, leaving them in darkness. Still, he held back the desire to destroy, and simply nodded, shooting a curious look at the kelpie. It never seemed to like it when the both of them were there, but most people didn’t, anyway. He was somewhat used to being hated and shied away from, so he stepped back, leaving the kelpie alone to her own private space.

“Be back soon!” He called after them as the princess went into the forest, along with Vern and Lyon. “Geez
 and it was such a perfect opportunity to get my breakfast too
” he muttered under his breath as he looked at the forest. He could vaguely sense their souls, though they were different, somewhat. It was odd, but they didn’t feel like normal humans, or sinners by the looks of it. There was something off about them, like they were made that way, but again he might be too paranoid about it.

"So the Princess enters the dark woods with two men all on her lonesome, my, oh my, I can only imagine the sheer horror of a little Princess running around."
Aku spoke then, snapping him out of his thoughts, as he fixed his bright purple orbs on the crippled man, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.“So
 do you want to go after her on that horse thing? Because I am going in there, all right.” he asked, shooting a meaningful look at the kelpie. It would be rather funny to see how Audona reacts to that after all, a bit of amusement for him. Still the uneasy feeling nagged at him, and his curiosity to finding a new type of soul was far too much. “Yep, I’m going after them.” He said, again, as if testing and confirming that statement, before running off in all his demonic speed, like a child who was out to play. It would be fun watching them fight, and even joining in if he wanted to, the perfect thing for a morning exercise. If he was lucky, he might even get to eat the souls too. At least, that was what he thought when he tree almost fell on him.

“Whaa?!” He yelped, nimbly dodging aside as he grabbed the trunk and lifted it up, no problem at all. He could already see Adrienne’s silver hair, her back facing him along with Vern. Lyon was probably hidden somewhere, being the cautious person he was, and Aglaeca scanned the surroundings one last time, before focusing his attention on the enemies, one of which was pointing a weapon at the princess. A variant. The skill the boy was able to wield them with was brilliant, his actions almost perfect as he attacked, looking like a dance. Too perfect. It almost made him feel uneasy, but there were more serious things at hand.

“Hey Adrienne, Vern! You guys okay?” He called out, carefully leaving lyon’s name out in case they hadn’t noticed the man just yet. Though he was sure that they could dodge it, he still held the tree, ready to hurl it in case the princess or his companion can’t dodge the blows.

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Character Portrait: Vern Baralli Character Portrait: Aglaeca Nero Character Portrait: Lu Fei and Shi Xin Character Portrait: Adrienne M. Adamantis Character Portrait: Lyon Kazuto
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"I'm not that lazy..." he muttered while crossing his arms in response to Adrienne's little crack. He had continued to quietly watch the two, observin’ them as he finished his little semi-circle. He raised his arms up behind his head, linking his fingers together so that his hands rested against his neck.

"Before you take your leave, let me ask you one thing. Whom do you serve, 5610, 5611." this made Vern cock his head to the side, confused. What in the hell was she talking about? He got something on an answer to his own question, but though he wasn’t happy that involved making him deaf.

Grimacing, he lowered his hands now to a more defensive position for a fight. “Fuckin’ell I’m already half blind, I don’t need ta be deaf too!” he shouted, though he went quiet as he saw a large number of variants move up around the Fei and Xin. “Oh
oh dear.” As they came flying towards him and Adrienne, Vern held his ground as he brought his arms up to his head, forearms facing out as if blocking his face from a punch. As he did so, two tall slabs of rock shot up out of the ground in front of him, forming in the shape of a wedge as the weapons collided with the outside of them. Metal scraped across stone as the weapons glanced off across the angled surfaces of the earthen shield, some variants with enough momentum managing to pierce through the stone so that their sharp blades rested not far from the body they had been trying to impale.

A moment later, he looked to the side to see tree falling towards his position. A smile crept on his face as he quickly slid his back foot along the ground, it not once liftin’ from its place on the earth as he spun his stance around so that he faced it. He went to throw a left hook towards the tree to hit it with some rock and knock it out of the way, but instead he got to see the small boy Aglaeca move up, catchin’ hold of the tree by its trunk and liftin’ it up over his head like it was simply a hollow foam structure. “Hey Adrienne, Vern! You guys okay?” he called out to the two of them. Vern just stared at the boy, somewhat dumbfounded for a moment before collecting his thoughts again and turning himself to face their opponents. He could see Adrienne having herself a fair duel with the man, though she knocked him away after a few blows, landing near Vern.

“Yeah, I’m good!” Vern said as he formed the earthen slabs he had used sink into the ground. He made sure that whatever variants were lodged into it sank back into the ground with them, burying them in hopes it’d hold them there. As he did so, he felt the stone beneath him rise up and begin to forms the gauntlets and greaves he used so much, adopting his fighting stance.

“Vern take over here.” Adrienne said, not even turning to look at Vern before she bolted off towards the female. He watched her go for a moment before nodding his head, turning towards the direction Fei had been sent.

He flexed his arms before raising them up about chin level, nodding his head with a smile on his face. “You folks seemed like such nice people too, but ‘ey I always like a good fight.” He then pushed off of the ground, sprinting towards Fei.

What he’d failed to notice though, due to his excitement and it having happened on his blindside, was The Princess get t-boned by another opponent. To Vern, he thought it was just the sound of Adrienne movin’ in to fight Xin, or perhaps the nice pair of boobs had just moved forwards to engage the nice pair of legs, Adrienne. Whatever it was, he figured Legs could handle herself while Vern had his fight with Fei. Not to mention he was sure Lyon was already movin' in to help with the fight, so Vern also figured The Princess would have assistance if she really needed it. He was stopped though when he to was tackled from the side, falling to the ground as he felt claws dig into his sides.

Shouting in surprise and a bit of pain, he reached up to grab hold of...whatever the hell it was that was over him.Not waiting to feel it scratch at him again, he thrust one of his rock covered hands up at it and into its chest. As his hand made contact, all the pieces of rock over his arm shot off into it at once like a blast of buck-shot from a shotgun, blasting it in the chest and launchin' it off of him. As it flew back, Vern got up to his feet, wincing and looking at the cuts that were on his sides. they didn't look too terrible, but damned did they hurt. He summoned up more rocks to cover his arm once more, but also several stones rose up out of the ground and pressed themselves over his flayed side; they stung as they were tightly pressed against his wounds to try and hold back the bleeding. He took his fighting stance, now trying to keep Fei in his sights but also noticing the other figures around the area. "Well fuck a duck and call me a monkey..."

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The sudden voice in the silence broke his concentration, and Aku looked up at the small, demonic boy, or small demon that took the form of a little boy... or perhaps a small, demon boy? Then again... did it really matter? Was there a noticeable difference between the nuances? He granted there was some difference between each of them, but was it noticeable enough for him to make a true distinction? Even more importantly, did he truly care? No, he supposed he did not. Lost in this thoughts over the subtle difference in address, he did not have time to answer him before he was taking off in the direction that the Princess went off to.

With the two men, his beloved princess, and the boy, whose classification would be determined at a later date, gone from the camp, Aku would almost venture that it looked as if he was going to have a decent morning so far as mornings went. Reaching into his small pack next to him, for security purposes, he pulled out a small black notebook as well as a small pen and started to write, the pen scratching paper filling the fairly quiet woods.

As he reached for his nearly empty cup of tea, he flinched as the loud, ear-splitting wail filled the woods, the sound distorting and changing due to the trees until whatever initial purpose the sound had was indiscernible to Aku. So great was the sound that it had nearly surprised him enough to force him to drop his tea, which any lesser man would have, but Aku was no lesser man and was made of sterner stuff when it came to holding onto his tea, the only solace he had on these long treks to recover their beloved Princess.

Although, there was a new question that arose due to that scream, just what had the princess gotten herself into this time? He supposed it would be unfair to assume it was her, but he was never a fair person to begin with. The odds were very strong that his beloved princess had done something... incredibly... stupid again, and he had less then little desire to go limping around the forest chasing after whatever terrible beast made that sound. She had her two boys with her and the little demon had gone off as well, perhaps others would follow, but Aku was not going to be one of those. If she died here then so be it, it made his job a little easier, but the Princess was a fairly annoyingly hard person to kill, so she would probably survive. Perhaps, if he was lucky, the group would lose a few members, save him a few coins at the next town.

Taking the overdue sip from his quickly vanishing tea, Aku returned to his work, the scraping of pen against paper filling the air once again.

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Character Portrait: Vern Baralli Character Portrait: Aglaeca Nero Character Portrait: Yuna Ran Character Portrait: Kachinonai Aku Character Portrait: Audona Aislinn Caoimhe Character Portrait: Lu Fei and Shi Xin
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Yuna was delighted by the fact that the Kelpie had taken the offering; her smile widened in surprise and amazement. Perhaps the two could be a bit friendlier now? It was while she was waiting with her things that Aglaeca stood and announced he was taking his leave with the wondrous creature that had since turned her back on them all. . Yuna yawned and hugged her knees, she was sitting on the ground now having moved away from the horse since it no longer wanted anything to do with them. Consequently invading Yuna's mind were images of Adrienne being attacked and she winced, a splitting headache developing behind her eyes. She could see the Princess of Massacre in trouble, a pack odd dog like beasts approaching with the speed of a cheetah, snapping at anything that moved. The elf dropped her things, leaving her bag with the relic, her quiver of arrows, and bow before running, leaping over branches and avoiding trees; her elegant white wings tucked in as much as the bones would allow so that she could reach the Princess faster.

"BFNATEXTRA NITM!"(This is actual Elvish) She yelled, using two fingers to aim and shoot the Kagene away from Adrienne. "Are you alright?" Yuna asked, rushing to the Princess's side, her wings untucking flitting about nervously, as she looked over the woman. She noticed the bite marks in Adrienne's side but knew she couldn't use magic because the Adrienne had told her that she was immune to spells. Luckily there was a healing salve in Yuna's backpack, but she had left that back at the camp.

The pink haired female went to check on the others, knowing that her Princess was more capable and competent when it came to fighting then any of them. A loud crash brought her attention to the falling tree and Vern rolling right out from under it before Aglaeca caught it. Knowing that he had it under control, Yuna turned to face the opponents. One had legs that looked like they could cross whole lands in one stride, the other had hard, rugged features; both had faces any human could easily fall in love with. Luckily, Yuna was not human and so she was not affected by their stunning aesthetic and perfect symmetry. "So you're the ones I smelled earlier," she turned to them, knees bent in case she had to flee or dodge.

Yuna pushed her gloves up, wondering for a fraction of a second as to where Lyon had fled to. Yuna noticed Aglaeca hadn't called the man's name, perhaps he had died in the first few seconds of battle? No, Lyon was smarter then that. She wasn't going to make assumptions based on appearances. Just like these two, no doubt they were deadly, taking down a huge tree like that and letting Kagene loose? Where had they gotten that kind of summoning power, or had it merely been coincidence that the demon beasts appeared?

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Character Portrait: Vern Baralli Character Portrait: Aglaeca Nero Character Portrait: Yuna Ran Character Portrait: Lu Fei and Shi Xin Character Portrait: Adrienne M. Adamantis Character Portrait: Lyon Kazuto
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Lyon was used to watching battles erupt at sidelines. Whenever the Princess got into some sort of trouble, his role to ambush enemies always proved useless due to the powerful allies around the Princess of Murder. Whether they are forced to do so or is willing to for reasons not known to him, Lyon can guarantee that all of them are warriors and fighters on levels beyond even some of the most powerful mercenaries and bandits. While Lyon often lack behind when it comes to raw power or magical destruction, his disarming technique served its purpose and saved the group more so than he could count. This time however, it couldn't be done.

The two Variants, a male and a female named Fei and Xin respectively, was met with the Princess of Massacre. Though Lyon wasn't sure why they were here, it was definitely evident that they were trying to escape somehow. But now that the Princess caught up to them, along with Vern, there is no way they could just run away. Possibly because of the intense thirst for destruction that Lyon can always feel whenever the Princess gets into a battle-ready stance.

It only took minutes before it started. Something uttered by the Princess had triggered a ticking bomb. A change in instincts was apparent from the strange duo as immediately after, a head splitting scream resonated throughout the silent forest. For Lyon, who had slight improved hearing due to the loss of his sight, this high pitched note created a heavier effect on him. Nevertheless, he managed to resist the sound long enough to let it end. No sooner as that had happened, Variant weapons emerged from the forest, surrounding around its masters and pointing the sharp and blunt end of its form at its enemies; Vern and Adrienne. Sparing them no time to prepare at all, the Variants attacked in an instant and Fei simultaneously created a staff from nowhere and lunged towards the Princess, his staff raised high and shining bright.

His allies were able to evade the oncoming speeding projectiles with ease. Fei's attack was of no exception as well, with Adrienne quickly following up with a counterattack. But as it all happened, Lyon quickly realized he wasn't alone. A dark and ominous presence was slowly creeping up behind him. But it wasn't the only one. Two more presences was appearing and a few more near where the battle erupted. At that moment, the three presences behind him jumped at the same time, a murderous intent even stronger than the Princess' evoked.

Lyon rolled to the side, evading the sudden assault just in time. His attention switched to his attackers when he was surprised by their forms. They were coated in a deep black color, claws and teeth poking out of the shadowy mass. The emotionless white eyes among the black shadows turned at its prey and lunged forward again like a mindless beast. Lyon jumped backwards, drawing his blade and unleashing a single wide horizontal swing then sheathing it again, all while he was jumping backwards. The attacks connected as the blade sliced through the mass easily.

But that wasn't the end of it. Immediately after being sliced cleanly by Lyon's weapon, the black mass started regenerating. The upper half of the bodies started reconnecting with the lower half, reconstructing the original body all in mere seconds after his attack. That was when Lyon had remember reading about them in a book somewhere. However, it wasn't the time to try and recall information now as the three demons continued its assault again. One of them jumped towards Lyon, resulting a left sidekick to the face. It flew out towards the dirt path outside of the forest. Another tried directly running into him, only to be violently stabbed with the sheath of his weapon by Lyon. Taking only a split second, the last one moved right behind its ally and when Lyon launched his counterattack, it jumped at him.

Lyon's adrenaline was getting pumped up as the last attack immediately came at him. He had already came up with ways to counter the attack, however he went with the flow instead. He let go of his blade and drew his sheathed blade, jumping slightly to the side as he does so. The last demon jumped into the sheath now stuck onto its kin and was stopped in its path. Lyon then swung his sword vertically to the right, effectively slicing the two demons beside him in one go. But that was't enough. His last attempt at cutting them once proved that they had some sort of insane regenerative powers. The only way for Lyon to defeat the regeneration powers was to unleash never ending strikes until there's nothing for them to regenerate.

Following his last attack, Lyon turned and grabbed hold of his sheath, pulling it out from the demon. He then sheathed his blade to prepare for his attack when another demon, the one he kicked earlier, came back at him again, its claws open like a predator jumping onto a prey. Relying on his reflex muscles, his body moved on its own. He brought his sheathed blade up, stopping his approaching enemy's claw. He then jumped up and kicked the demon once more, towards the direction of where its allies were, already almost fully regenerating.

Figuring it was time to end it, Lyon got into his stance. He remained motionless for a few seconds before releasing a swing faster than the eye could see and sheathing immediately after. In an instant, streams of countless attacks were unleashed, causing tree trunks and grasses in front of his striking distance to be affected blade marks similar to wind blades. The three demons were slowly torn apart by the torrent of strikes and disintegrated in the end, leaving a trace of nothing but Lyon's destruction behind.

Lyon knows he had already caused a commotion, but whether the Variant girl named Xin or the new arrival of Aglaeca and Yuna had noticed th - Too late. The demonic beings that attacked him had already started their assault on the group in front too, as Xin and Fei broke up to fight against these things. Around him, he can feel the numerous same dark instincts floating and surfacing. He need to move ahead and join with the others. He won't be able to take them all down by himself no matter how powerful he could be. And if anything, he need to find Adrienne. She seems to be lost somewhere, possible fighting against the demons. He can however, still her presence. "I'll let someone else get her. For now, we need to stay together." They were multiplying as he speak. There was no time. Lyon dashes to Vern, aware that already some of the demons caught up to where they were.

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Character Portrait: Vern Baralli Character Portrait: Aglaeca Nero Character Portrait: Yuna Ran Character Portrait: Audona Aislinn Caoimhe Character Portrait: Lu Fei and Shi Xin Character Portrait: Adrienne M. Adamantis
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Aglaeca was standing, slightly confused and amused by the buzz of activity going around him. After all, the others seemed to hold their ground rather well, none of them seemed to be in great need of assistance in their fighting. It seemed like one of the moments where he could just watch, and Aglaeca never did like violence. However, things changed, in the form of shadow creatures. He let out a almost feral hiss as one of them attacked Adrienne, biting her. Then, all hell broke loose. Many more creatures lunged out from their hiding places, attacking all his friends in that area. “What the-” he spun around, swinging the trunk of the tree as if it weighed nothing at all, before flinging it at the shadowy mass. It should successfully keep them at bay, to give him sometime to get his head around the things occurring around him. Those creatures
 they did not possess any souls? The ones that had been crushed were already clawing their way out, as if they hadn’t been hurt at all. Were they demons like him? No, the aura they emitted was quite different from those of normal demons, temporarily stumping the little demon for a while. It was
 dark magic, something that made him think that humans were much more dark and twisted than the ones of the demon race. “Poor, tormented souls.” he whispered under his breath, looking at the oncoming creatures with pity. They had been made to devour and kill everything, even though they weren’t even properly given life yet. Even so, they were a huge annoyance, something that hindered the group from their activities. And after all, why not kill two birds with one stone? It was more convenient that way, and they could get going without anymore distractions. Making sure that Adrienne and the others were in no particular danger themselves, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind. He could sense theirs, filled with dark thoughts and instincts, the raw instinct to kill, a hunger for destruction. Without opening them, he spoke “I command you to go after the twin pieces of technology. Do not continue your attacks on my comrades.” It was easier to voice out his commands, although he could use it without actually speaking, and he could feel their minds bending to his will.

His eyes opened, just in time to see a glowing beacon, lighting up some parts of the forest as it moved swiftly through the trees, with the shadow creatures hot on her heels. Was she heading toward camp? Without a second thought, he dashed after, her matching her speed with his as he concentrated on her glowing form, nearly reaching the clearing as soon as she did. However, before he attacked, the girl sank her blades into the shadow creatures in one fluid movement, splattering ink-like blood as she continued her attack. Once again, he was momentarily confused. “Hey, are you helping us? Weren’t you supposed to be the bad guys?” He asked the girl, forgetting to attack her in his curiosity.