A docter's visit (mod)

[John Nicholson]

John walked through one of the dusty hallwyas of the abandoned hospital. This place had a creepy vibe to it, even in comparison to the other places he had seen out here. Maybe it was something personal. After all, a man of John's age would already dread having to go to the hospital even if it wasn't currently infested by otherworldly monstrosities. There were days John wondered when the inevitable moment would come where his age finally catched up to him completely.

He shook the gloomy thoughts of his head, this was not a time to think about the future, he had to focus on the here and now and right now, he was still perfectly capable of holding his own in a fight. The time when that stopped being the case was a problem he would deal with when it presented itself.

As he wandered around lost in though like that, he suddendly noticed something unusual. A light still burning, which was weird considering the power was out at least in this part of the building. Even more unusual was the light being a sign for an operating theatre. It indicated the room was currently occupied. Curious about this weird sight, he cautiously entered the room, his weapons at the ready for any signs of trouble.

[Erithania]

It's just a little prick.

Surgeon Cupid

Skills
Twin Shot
Hamaon
Tarukaja

Null: Light
Weakness: Darkness

[John Nicholson]

While John only encountered a shadow in the operating room, he was still somewhat relieved it had been simply that, just a shadow trying to mess with him. John unstrapped the nozzle of his flamethrower
and ignited the pilot light. "your patients risk an infection with all the filth in here, let me sterilize it for you." He punctuated his words with a jet of burning oil. However, the shadow didn't seem particularly fazed by the fire. It reacted to John's incendiary insult by calmly nocking two syringe-shaped arrows on it's bow and firing them at John's chest. John avoided the attack by quickly overturning a nearby metal table and taking cover behind it. The arrows embedded themsleves quite deeply into the table's surface, comong to a stop mere millimeters from John's eye.

He decided it was time he brought more firepower and powered himself up with tarukaja, seemingly in response t this, the cupid powered itself up in a similair fashion. Wanting to end this battle quickly, John summond Ippon-Datara and commanded a heat wave to form. The wave of destructive force further damage the already quite decrepit room. The shadow was not only hit by the attack itself but also by a torrent of various sized pieces of furniture being carried along with it. The cupid was thrown to the ground by the sheer force of the attack it had just sustained.

John was just about to turn around when he felt the signaure wave of energy of tarukaja being used again. The cupid was still alive and kicking, It pulled it's bow up again, this time nocking an arrow made out of pure energy. All this had happened at a surprisingly fast speed, leaving John no time to react to the attack. The arrow hit him right in the heart and pierced all the way through his chest, blasting a hole in the wall behind John.

John had rarely felt such soul-shattering pain. He felt at his chest and was surprised to feel not a single scratch there. What had that damn shadow just hit him with? Whatever it was, it seemed to have pierced right through the protective power of his persona. His vision started to go blurry and he could feel himself blacking out. No, he was not going to die due to some stupid cheap shot from an insignificant enemy like this. He unleashed the destructive power of Mamudoon upon the entire room, it's destructive power magnified even ore than normal by His determination and rage.


The attack utterly annihalated the Shadow, along with a good sized chunk of the room and most of the furniture in it. John slumped against the wall. Breathing heavily and Fading in and out of conciousness. Ultimately however, he won his struggle with the cold embrace of unconciousness. Whatever metaphysical wound had been inflicted upon him by the shadow seemed to be of a highly temporary nature, he could feel strenght slowly returning to his body. It had been a close call, too close for comfort for John.

[Erithania]

Vic-tree



. . . bell.