Devil's Advocate VI [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

He was floating in a sea of darkness. He couldn't see anything aside from what seemed to be a rather hazy picture of what could be considered the devil's maw. Wait, why was he still here? Wasn't he trying to get out after a particularly bad encounter from last time? He was injured, and his spiritual energy wasn't exactly anything he could be happy about either.

Trying to take control of his body back, feeling the pain and using it as a good sign, Vice slowly made his way outwards and away from where he currently was. He had to get out of here, and fast. In a disadvantage, a lot of them even, and though he was quite confident in himself, Vice wasn't stupid.

He wasn't here for a death wish, but apparently the roars in his head wanted otherwise.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Phantom Lord

• Death's Chill
• Agidyne
• Bufudyne

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Pierce
Giga Gigas

• Gigantic Fist
• Rebellion

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk:

[Vice Ysal]

Moving his body was becoming increasingly difficult. No matter how much effort he tried to push in order to keep heading towards the correct direction, his body wanted to fight against it in order to go deeper into the maw. What ever the hell was there, Vice too wanted to know but not in his current condition where the average shmuck could get in a few good hits before he could kill it.

The male gritted his teeth, the molars grinding against each other from the pressure. He didn't exactly have a lot of options this time around, and moving a lot would just aggravate his injuries. His body kept moving though which meant that he was fighting against himself as well. Making a mental spat about it, Vice ordered Arondight to do most of the fighting this time around while he tried his best to force his body to not do anything stupid.

The flames that enveloped his legs brought forth pain, as well as the fist that impacted his shin. The scream that let loose from the biker's mouth echoed as Arondight too unfurled his wings in a gesture of defiance. A black viper was tossed against the Gigas, those things usually being easier to kill when magic was involved. Another fist got through the onslaught and Vice felt himself fall down to one knee. Nonetheless he kept ordering Arondight to fight at maximum capacity.

He trusted himself to get past this.

And that was enough. The Gigas, after taking on the third Black Viper, finally met its demise and with how the Phantom Lord wasted its turn trying to kill Vice with a darkness based attack, the young man managed to gather some breathing space for himself. Charging up his next attack, the young man did his best to not allow the burning sensation of his shoulder to distract him. He was barely managing to stay up on his uninjured knee, and half of his vision was covered in black spots with the other seeing rivulets of red flow down. One way or another though, the opponent had finally succumbed to his power.

Having drained himself of pretty much everything he could do, the young man forced himself to get up…or to at least roll enough without aggravating his injuries in order to rest his back against the wall. The situation was laughable, and in more than one way. This battered and bruised, pain in every inch of his body, it was pretty damn reminiscent of the first time he went to the outside.

On the bright side, he at least didn't piss himself in fear this time.

[Erithania]

ohai.



You found nothing.

[Vice Ysal]

"Fuck."

His words felt hollow, as if they weren't his own. It didn't have the conviction he always placed in them nor did they have the strength of someone who placed his life on the line every day. Vice felt his chest hurt, his heart slowly beating and just enough to make sure he didn't suffer from cardiac arrest or anything like that. His thoughts were still swirling but somehow, someway, he felt his jaw moving in the motion meant for laughter. Well, whatever. It wasn't like he couldn't just take a small break here.

Honestly, the only thing left now was for the Red Rider to come meet him. Maybe then, something new could happen. He never really even got to meet it again, even after a promise that he'd come back for him. Or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him now. A weary sigh, and Vice simply leaned his head against the solid rock behind him. Yeah, a short break sounded pretty good right about now.