Highway to Hell (Mod)

[Rikki Hisako]

Rikki looked over the giant hole in the ground with quite a bit of surprise. This wasn't here when he first came to the city. Could this have been the work of some shadows, perhaps? Regardless, the boy could sense some rather powerful shadows down below.

Seeing this as a good place to explore, the boy decided to head down to give it a quick search. After all, he was here to clear out shadows in the first place. Looking over the hole for a moment, the boy took note of how dark it was. Well, this was just going to be a ton of fun, wasn't it? Pulling out a flashlight, the boy looked down the hole once more while shining the light on it. Then, slowly, he began to descend.

[Erithania]

Beware, the desu.

Demonic Mother

Skills
Death's Chill
Bufudyne
Makarakarn

Null: Dark
Resist: Ice
Weakness: Light, Fire

[Rikki Hisako]

Making his way through the cave, the boy looked around using his flashlight.Naturally, it wasn't long before some shadow decided to check out what that light was. Noticing the shadow coming at him, the boy called out his persona and willed a fire attack at it. Watching the ball of fire illuminate the cave as it went to the shadow, the boy smirked as it landed a powerful blow. That seemed to do the trick. Of course, that's when the shadow decided to erect a barrier over itself. A magic barrier.

Rikki being all too familiar with makarakarn from experience decided to switch to a new tactic. Pulling out his guitar, the boy charged at the shadow and swung at it for some extra damage. With the power of the first attack combined with the blow he had just dealt, the shadow was already wavering. This time, the shadow decided to actually fight, sending out some sort of dark based attack. Hitting Rikki in the chest, the boy fell to one knee and began to gasp as he clenched his shirt. It felt as if he had been shot in the chest. Nonetheless, the boy got up, slinging the guitar over his shoulder as he began to charge again. With one last attack, the boy smashed the shadow in the face, initiating the dissolving process that he was so familiar with.

[Erithania]

It's no joke!



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