Devil's Advocate I [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

The farthest Vice had ever gone outside of the city and for a bit, he had wondered if it was actually a smart idea. He'd been feeling confident about his progress lately and though he was careful to not overestimate himself, the young man had wanted to try something more challenging. So he had, for the most part, decided to explore this particular area. The sensations he usually felt around the explored areas were noticeable things. It told him that there were shadows there, yes, but this area, this deep cavern…

Every area he'd been to before this just paled in comparison to the amount of duress present in it.

Still, the biker was just psyching himself out over nothing, or at least that had been his reasoning. He'd survived every ordeal so far and suddenly getting cold feet now was just left field for him. Besides, he'd been working with others quite a bit too much lately and he was feeling a bit rusty when it came to solo matches. Throwing himself into something like this, though not perfect, should be a pretty good solution to his little problem.

Following what path he could find that headed downwards, Vice gripped unto his revolver and the lingering presence of Arondight at the forefront of his mind. No use dilly dallying, right?

[Erithania]

Behold, desu!

Hell Knight

Skills
Poison Arrow
Mudoon
Tarukaja

Null: Darkness
Resists: Strike, Slash
Weakness: Pierce, Light

Devilish Gigas

Skills
Gigantic Fist
High Counter
Agilao

Null: Fire
Resists: Strike
Weakness: Ice

[Vice Ysal]

Mounts were cool. It was a universally accepted fact that if someone had a ride into battle then they immediately had their coolness factor raised. Of course, this was taking common sense into account and seeing a floating horse could be considered cool for some, Vice just saw it as a waste for a pretty good horse. That, and he was questioning just how the hell did shadows do the whole levitating and flying thing despite not being physically able to.

Then again, science got screwed over long ago with this.

Locked in battle between a Hell Knight and Hulk Hogan 3.0, Vice would have preferred to have been able to beat them with stealth. Unfortunately the narrow passageway was too narrow to even manoeuvre properly and it was a small wonder how the two shadows still seemed to have enough space to do something about it. Fuck, Vice hated tight spaces. Didn't mean his brain wasn't thinking a mile a second. Correlating the opponents with past experiences and expectations, Vice was pretty sure that Knights had a thing with slash types and Wrestlers were with Strike.

That just took out 1/3rd of his avenues of attack, and if the black wisps of energy coming from the Knight, well, that was just another nail in his coffin. Darkness and Fists started flying, Vice trying his best to concentrate on the wrestler in an effort to take it down first. He got his own deep bruises and even a few painful ethereal arrows sticking out of his left arm in exchange for having one puddle of ichor and a roaring Knight. The familiar light of a Tarukaja enveloped it and more or less being restricted on his avenues of attack, Vice relied on his revolver once more.

Should've really tried that early in hindsight.

The Knight roared and geared up. Another clash and Vice was faintly thankful for the fact that he at least resisted some of the guy's attacks. Annoying as fuck though, and the fact that his right leg was bleeding from a nasty pierce wound wasn't helping matters any. Then again, the Knight was pretty much off his mount too due to the horse having a shit ton of bullet holes on it.

"Now, isn't this just great?"

Vice laughed as he stood up. Pain flared up on his right leg but he didn't care. His revolver pointed at the beast's head while the shadow's lance was pointed to his. The knight prepared to charge, Vice unleashed a Megido that exploded behind the shadow's back. The beast struggled forward before meeting a few precise bullets on his head. It roared and dropped the spear it had to the side before calling forth some ethereal bow and arrow.

Needless to say the folioing altercation was painful for the both of them. The Knight simply a puddle in the floor and Vice trying to bandage up his wounds with his clothing. Goddamn arrows, goddamn pierce type attacks. Ironic that it his Persona was a Knight and so was his enemy. Would've sucked if they knew each other but with how Arondight kept roaring and screaming and growling, he doubted that the guess was any far off. A bit of rest and he'll be able to make his way out again.

[Erithania]

Behold, the sweet ambrosia of victory.



In the form of glorious pocket lint.

[Vice Ysal]

"Quiet, Arondight."

Vice silently roared within the confines of his mind. Standing across him was his 'Other Self', shouting and growling and over all just creating a mess of the landscape in his head. A flick of his mental trigger and the location changed to an open field. It was his imagination, and though he wasn't the most creative type, having a lot of control over his mental faculties was something he had a lot of practice with.

The Black Knight, who had been raving and smashing everything around him with his heavy sword, seemed to calm down a bit after that particular order. The clang of steel and the grinding of the armour plates echoed in the growing silence when the Persona simply fell back to the ground back first. The red light emanating from its visor and the black mist it always had wrapped around itself fading from view.

Finally being able to think again without that particular disturbance, Vice surveyed the amount of damage he had sustained from the last fight and tried his best to systematically ignore the pangs and aches stretching. Returning to the world of the living, his surroundings still the same as he had left it, the biker gingerly stood up and flexed his tensed muscles. Calculated steps found themselves walking a straight line towards the exit, a mental map already forming in his head, and apparently Vice had just found himself his new playground. It may have hurt, but the challenge was so much more exhilarating.

Now all he needed to do was keep Arondight under control again to get all that noise out of his head.