Dual Waltz II [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

It was a thought that Vice often entertained during his waking hours. He had access to this wondrous area, a massively open space whose only problem really laid on the numerous debris that had been scattered all about. In that regard though, it wasn't like these massive pieces of concrete were immovable objects and should he be given enough time then it was completely possible to have these things be arranged well enough to at least allow himself a flatter surface to explore on. He'll probably need to drag in some equipment but it was totally possible. It should give him a wide enough berth to allow him the use of his Motorcycle. Provided he couldn't ride it as fast as he could in the city, but it does beat having to walk from point a to point b and the amount of time he could save would monumentally aid him in exploring.

Then he realised that the administrative building was infested with those twice damned shadows and without anything to look after his vehicle, it was pretty much saying 'screw it' to one of the few things he actually spent more effort than required on. Shaking his head at the idea and just sticking to once more mapping this place out and furthering his findings on the place, Vice then proceeded to unlatch the locks he had on the two short swords that had been strapped onto his back and released the safety on the firearm he had readied in his hand. The door that he had used before was still left unlocked and spying the hinges and workmanship it still had at least told him that unless these shadows had some way of magically locking unlock able doors forever then it should be an available avenue of escape from the breeding grounds of this particular level.

Breathing in, focusing himself, and keeping an eye out for everything, Vice then once more ventured into the depths of the building.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Venerable Maya

• Zio
• Marin Karin

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Elec Wk: Wind
Cynical Maya

• Cleave

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Slash Wk: Pierce

[Vice Ysal]

The area seemed much less threatening as compared to before. The place wasn't as dark as it used to be, and the tension in the air didn't constrict his chest as if he was going to be squeezed to a painful end so Vice had assumed that either the area was getting safer in general or that he was slowly but surely getting more and more used to the environment that was being presented to him. The air was still thick with whatever particles were in it, the same things that had sent the goose bumps down Vice's spine the first time he had explored the place but gone was the curious novelty that had been wrapped around it. He doubted he'd be getting tired of the place any time soon but the initial surge of surprise and adrenaline was slowly making way for the focused kind of enjoyment that allowed Vice to be more intone with the situation at hand. With that said, the red eyed civilian continued along his path with a pace that had been practiced through the years of training in arnis. Foot work, even when outside of battle, was pretty damn important in the case that one got ambushed. Thankfully however was the fact that the hall way he had chosen to explore this time around was just that, a hall way.

There were no special trap doors, broken walls that could hide things behind them, or even other rooms to help hide himself in. It was just one long narrow hall that acted as the passage between point a and point b of the building. His foot steps, despite being muffled by the material of his foot wear, still continued to make disturbing sounds after every step movement. Peering through the darkness, dimly lit by the filtered light coming from…the air itself, Vice mused, his eyes narrowed in glee (was that even possible) at the sight of another shadow that actually seemed to have some kind of mass to it. The young man didn't wait for any kind of signal then and opened fire. His sights were aimed and the mass of the body was wide enough that the only way he'd miss was if he had been a useless little novice with the fire arm in his hands.

The most unearthly shriek escaped the thing's…body given that Vice could not pick out any kind of discernible mouth aside from the one on the mask. It writhed around and rolled around the floor while making louder and louder sounds before dissolving after only having taken three bullets as compared to the usual six that Vice knew from experience would count as enough to take them down. Guessing that he had scored a few lucky hits, the red eyed youth then proceeded to refill the emptied slots on the chamber before anything else could happen. His magnum clicked and the thing had been readied to be fired again.

When before Vice would always get caught reloading his gun, now the young man had only been caught after having reloaded his gun. It was an improvement, but a small one too say anything about. The lightning strike was different from most attacks, mostly because it didn't so much time to prepare. There didn't have to be a creation of a ball of fire, or any kind of physical stance to indicate it was going to attack, no the thing just bloody lashed out at him. The lightning strike, erratic as it was, managed to connect with Vice's main firing arm. The black jacket had managed to protect it from the brunt of the damage but it still felt like he just got his arm burnt to a bloody crisp. With that particular problem now included into the battle, Vice could no longer properly support the loaded firearm with just that hand and dropped it too fast for his tastes.

The shadow, sensing an opportunity, then began to claw its way towards Vice who, in turn bent down as fast as he could to pick up the gun and met the shadow face to face with a head on collision. The thing leapt up, the black mass impacting against Vice's stomach and the proceeding tackle felt like he just got rammed by one of the bigger NFL players out there. His grip on reality however stayed strong, along with his off hand's grip on the handle of the magnum. Sliding the barrel towards the dastard's face, Vice allowed a cruel smile to bled into his own mask before opening fire.

6 bangs echoed out in the hall way and surprisingly enough, Vice had managed to stand up from that fight not covered in his own piss for once.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!

[Vice Ysal]

The past few excursions he's had in this 'world', he supposed since just calling it the outer circle didn't really do it justice, had more or less given him some kind of reward for killing these things. Hell, why some of the shadows even carried with them the things he's seen he didn't know. It, however, did not mean that he could just leave them untouched. It wasn't like he was desecrating dead bodies anyway, and these things are more or less just monsters anyway. Possibly sentient but monsters nonetheless. Vice mused out that maybe there was a way to communicate with them, learn how to use them for his own gains, but for the time being that was impossible. He can try again when everything's falling into place a bit more rather than going on something blind.

Unstrapping the sheathe he had on his back, trying his best not to worsen the condition of the chicken arm he's got at the moment, Vice grunted through the pain and moved the ichor around for a bit to try and see if there was anything left in it. The young man grumbled a bit when nothing came up and allowed the sheathed to lean back on the wall a bit. Inspecting the fried arm, well, he doubted that he'd be able to last another fight if he got ambushed on the way back. To think that the fight had been going on his favour. With a disturbed and irritated huff, Vice picked up the weapon again and turned around. Exploration had to be cut short due to injuries this time around, and he thought loudly if there was some possible way to heal this faster than through normal means.

There's already black blobs that threw magic around for kicks, no reason to think that a healing mechanism would be out of the question.