Dual Waltz [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

His blood was pumping, the sweat on the back of his neck beginning to drench the shirt he had worn for this day, and his eyes felt like they could see everything in better detail than before. He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and the burning in his lungs was something he had enjoyed feeling. The sweet breathable air that went in and out of his body allowing it to keep on running despite all else. Everyone said that it was dangerous, the military themselves had admitted that the place outside the city walls were a detriment to everyone's health. They said that everything was under control but as Vice first laid his eyes on the wasteland that was outside of his home town, the only thing he could feel then was anger. Unadulterated, unfiltered, and unabashed anger at this secret being kept hidden from him. No, it wasn't the whole act of betrayal, of turning their trust against them. No, Vice was simply furious that such a wondrous thing had been kept away from him because some people thought they knew better. They probably did, but it was still something that enraged the young charcoal haired male. He didn't care if he was just a civilian, he didn't care if the military said that it was off limits, this place sported danger and so many things to see outside the dull walls that protected his town.

This was what he lived for, even if Vice didn't know it just yet.

He felt the smile on his face stretch as the sight of the building became clearer. Even if his feet felt like they were on fire from the constant moving and exploration of the place, he felt like he had enough energy to keep going until the night. The magnum that he had worked with for a while was kept within easy reach in case those 'monsters' suddenly came about to try and harm him. Heh, even if they came about, Vice was gonna be ready for them. He had no special powers, but he had a brain and when one had a brain then they had the ability to think To think was to adapt, and to adapt was to survive. He could do this, step by step sure but every thing had a weakness and whatever it was Vice was going to exploit without hesitation.

The doors to the first floor of the building had been left open, wether it was on purpose or not didn't matter to the business graduate at all. Vice quickly grabbed the gun from its holster and readied it for combat. The satisfying click of the gun was like a blanket of safety for him as he stuck to the walls and made sure to keep his vision unobstructed. He was reaching an intersection and the thrumming in his chest made it hard to breathe but christ he'd be lying if this didn't excite him more than training with people who were willing to hurt him.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Magic Hand

• Assault Dive
• Bufu

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Ice Wk: Fire
Laughing Table

• Agi

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Fire Wk: Elec

[Vice Ysal]

Vice didn't know what to expect when he had reached the intersection. He had told himself that these monsters were something that could be destroyed by conventional weapons seeing as the Military had been able to do something to protect them. The implications were there at least, that if he dealt enough damage to it then they'd probably just fall over and die. He didn't have time to imagine them however because there's never been a released photo or anything of the sort concerning these monsters on the net or anything public. As it were, this would be his first encounter with one and he couldn't allow himself to fall for the cliche of over thinking just what these things could look like. As he continued on his slow pacing, a source of light began to appear in the distance and it was enough of a warning for Vice to raise his gun. Half way through the action however, the young man saw it getting bigger and it was through sheer instinct that he dropped to the left path and avoided what was an honest to goodness fireball. Of all things, a goddamn FIRE BALL WAS JUST AIMING FOR WHERE HIS HEAD HAD BEEN. What kind of freak show was this? Vice's mind, thankfully, had been able to keep up with the proceedings and managed to get back on his two feet while carefully but quickly back tracking away from that particular intersection. When the clattering became louder, Vice's eyes narrowed the moment something came from the edge of the corner.

His eyes appraised the cloth that had made itself known, and judging from how it flailed about Vice judged the dimensions to be a bit of a tall man who was wearing a quilt. He had aimed for where the torso would have been and he felt his finger pull the trigger before the entire thing completely showed itself. The thing that emerged had been a table. A damn table of all things. Just what the hell were they playing around here with? When the heck did everyday furniture suddenly turn into fire ball hurling demons out to end the life of some random kid with a gun? The surprise left Vice's face as he returned to the present the moment he heard the impact of the bullet of his Magnum hit concrete and not wood. His eyes traced the path and he saw his gun actually connect--and even go through the table. But given that it was a table, Vice had no clue just to how to incapacitate it. He couldn't stay there, he had to move, and his body complied. He didn't see wherever he was going, his mind too focused on trying to make it out alive than anything else. Turning his back from the enemy, the young man managed to stretch his arm long enough to latch on the door knob of a particular room and twist it hard enough to pulled the thing open. He threw himself inside, closed the door with a horrendous slam and took a moment to catch his breath away from the door.

And as he turned around to face the direction of the door in order to keep him aware while he moved backwards, a freaking hand BROKE THROUGH THE THING! A shower of splinters and majority of the hand getting through the hole whilst being stuck along it's thumb had been Vice's only warning. He screamed, a guttural roar as he raised the magnum he had in his hands and opened fire at the struggling hand. The monster, trapped as it was, had no choice but to feel the lead bullets pierce through its supposed flesh. Five gaping holes later, the thing finally went limp and melted into black ichor that pooled at the entrance of the door.

Vice didn't stop to see what happened. He didn't stop to inspect it. No, he kept on running. He didn't care about what it could have left behind because he knew that the freaky ass table was still there. That thing had him dead to rights and it wouldn't just get off his trail just like that. The hand had been a lucky kill, but even then it took majority of his bullets to take down. He gave himself a quick pat down before clumsily inserting another set of bullets before taking a random turn. His eyes scanned the room quickly, spotting several cubicles that had been emptied out years before. The young man hurled himself over one, his hands shaking uncontrollably and it felt like he had forgotten how to breathe for the moment.

He was just about to stand back up to give the entrance to the room a better look when the cubicle next to him suddenly exploded into fire. He gave out a gargled shout and crawled backwards, his gun still in hand as he tried to look for the demonic table as he struggled to get back on his feet. When he had managed to get back on his feet, his mind reeling from the blood and lack of oxygen, Vice's eyes made contact with the hollowed out mask that the demonic table had. It was across the room, a grand distance of 15 feet between his should be killer and his dead to rights body.

Aiming was difficult.

Breathing was difficult.

Seeing was difficult.

But nonetheless, Vice unloaded his entire clip at the beast. Out of the six bullets, only 2 made contact. The first had been the first bullet that only grazed it's side and the last had been the only one to connect dead centre. The bullet struck the mask and it was enough to send the thing into some kind of frenzy.

That had been his glimmer of hope. He had another clip left on him and Vice struggled to get it out.

The thing charged forward, fury evident in its should be emotionless mask.

Vice managed to pluck out the casing and had popped it open.

The monster struck against Vice's left arm and he screamed in unimaginable pain. He could feel his very bones creak from the pressure and in the pain, only 3 bullets had been successfully inserted before his left hand gave up on him. The arm wasn't broken just yet, but it might as well have been with how much pain it had been in.

Yet it was with pain induced clarity that Vice realised something.

He was a goddamn human.

This was just a monster.

"See you in hell."

Then, fighting through pain itself, Vice shoved the barrel of his magnum right in front of the shadow's mask and opened fire.

The next thing he knew from the exchange was that he had been drenched in sweat, black ichor, and his own piss. He couldn't feel his arm still, and the ringing in his head wouldn't stop. He couldn't even see properly nor hear clearly from his left side but from what he could understand, he had been laughing.

Laughing so hard that he had been crying along with it.

[Erithania]

You're pretty good! Next opponent is. . .





. . . right. Have fun with that off-screen. Also, here's some FP.

[Vice Ysal]

It was beyond difficult to do anything. It even seemed impossible for the young man to try and make himself get out of where he currently sat. The smell of his own urine was not a pleasant one but thankful all the marks of it had been more or less seeped away by the black ichor that clung along his entire leg wear like it was some kind of glue. Vice groaned in exasperation as he tried to use his weapon as some kind of support against the wall but it was to no avail in its entirety. The throbbing and swelling of his arm had gotten worse, and his vision was already beginning to be filled with black spots that it wasn't funny. The amount of time that had passed wasn't something he could take into account, everything too much of a haze to him as he tried to stand up. His body was failing him again and the moment his legs had finally managed to support him, his legs buckled and he fell forward. Bashing the floor with the side of his skull, thinking that it was a better idea than aggravating his busted left arm, Vice began to see red as the cut on his brow began pouring out rivulets of blood down his face. The black haired youth tried wiping it off with the back of his right hand but only managed to smear it further across his face in a haphazard fashion. He didn't know what was happening, or how it even gone around to it but the business graduate had finally managed to reach the old intersection from before when the sound of hooves echoed in his ears.

Fear.

That was the only word that resonated within his very soul. Vice could not move, he could not breathe. If he thought the presence of those monsters from before was oppressive, then the sheer aura that this thing was releasing was enough to make him fall down unto his knees. It wasn't even any form of exaggeration on his part as he literally felt himself fall down unto his knees, scraping them in the process as his eyes couldn't tear themselves away at the empty space in front of him. At least, he remained like that until the form of a red horse appeared in front of him as if like magic. He didn't understand what was happening, but it was more primal than that so much so that Vice could only stare at the hollowed out face of the rider. His long scythe lazily moving from his shoulders unto Vice's neck. It's size seemingly unobstructed by the tiny space available.

Vice could feel the blade on his neck.

The cold breathe of the horse by his face, and the fear inspiring facade of the Rider.

#*!#@($0282!)@

Gibberish was all he understood, but numbly did he keep his gaze straight at the abyss found within those eyes.

And in the next moment, the presence was gone.

Yet Vice remained there, his body falling to the wall of the interaction as he tried to wrap his mind with what just happened.

He raised one leg to support his head and allowed the other sprawl out however.

He was too tired to think.

He was too tired to do anything by this point.

Just a moment to catch his breath, Vice reasoned to himself.

Just a moment and he was going to survive this ordeal.

He owed himself that much at least.