Devil's Advocate II [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

It hadn't been long since the last time that Vice had been out here and thankfully, as compared to his earlier forays into the outside circle of Mosaic City, he had began to heal a lot faster than before. Surely the only difference he had between then and now was the presence of his persona and despite some of the drawbacks that had made itself known to him as of late, he was still going to pick having one rather than not. He wouldn't have been able to find breakthroughs through his continued research and further understanding of the shadows.

Swords dangling in his hands, the revolver in an easy to access holster, and Arondight held easy in the fore front of his mind. There was no room for mistakes this time given that everything was just that much difficult now. Where he could probably survive a few missteps in the earlier areas and their stratums, now Vice only had so much leeway for fighting that every move was going to somehow someway affect the outcome of the battle. The tightening of his grip along the handles of his trusted blades were the only signs of his agitation though by this point it was probably excitement as well.

Easy confident steps found their way on the same path he had been not long ago and for a brief moment, away from the danger, Vice wondered if he'd be able to find a way to get a mount like that Knight from before. It would make travelling around this place so much easier and he'd even be able to get to the further territories of the place. Who knew, he might even be able to find a few other survivors out there.

[Erithania]

Behold, desu.

Devilish Giant

Skills
Deadly Fury
Gigantic Fist
Agilao

Null: Fire
Resists: Physical
Weakness: Ice, Wind

[Vice Ysal]

It had been too quiet in the trek downwards. Even in the earlier areas he had managed to explore, Vice could easily make out the noise of some of the shadows who were within the vicinity. Not quite within the viewing range of his optics but still within the periphery of his senses. Now that he couldn't even feel anything, even with the enhanced senses gifted to him by his Persona, well that was just down right unnerving for him.

Sticking to the darker paths and keeping the brighter areas within viewing distance, the young man continued further downwards until he could at least find something to make this trip worth it. Sure he was getting a pretty good look of the area but the information was only half as good when there wasn't the complimenting set of information to go with it. Flipping his sword once, a nervous tick of his that should have been outgrown a long time ago, the biker stopped and dared to listen in to what was around him.

In which, soon after, the floor where he should have been erupted as massive form just dropped into it. A crater practically blossom into existence when the thing appeared and the shockwave from just the landing was enough to send Vice back. Dust accumulated in the area, untouched for so long that they were fucking clumps, and Vice came face to torso with a giant. Needless to say he dodged that pretty close; too close for comfort.

Not the incoming fist though, goddamn surprise attacks. The gigantic fist was much more potent than some shockwave as an afterthought and it actually sent Vice flying off of his feet and smacking back first against a wall. Already seeing black blurs in his vision, Vice wasn't quite sure what the hell just happened. It was probably weak to something, all the goddamn shadows were, but nothing was coming to mind specially after the all the ringing happening.

Falling down to the floor, his legs screaming at him, the red eyed asian chose to continue fighting and sent a blast of darkness at his opponent. It covered its face with its wrists and with that instead did it take the attack. Smoke escaped from the impact but Vice was already moving back. He wasn't going to win in such a cramped space and he had to get out of there. Moving backwards, tracing his steps to get his ass out of there, Vice was doing his damn best not to get singed or struck again. The slash attacks it was sending his way, those he could handle, and thankfully there wasn't any stupid kind of pierce to make things any worse.

A Megido to the wall, cracks appearing and easily enough debris to fall down on the shadow's path, Vice continued his barrage to try and drown part of it in dirt, rock, and whatever the hell was here. Fire made contact with his chest, the aim still good despite all the dust that's being kicked up, but the young man gritted his teeth through it. It wasn't anything a Stratum Boss couldn't do, and it sure as hell didn't hold a candle against those Shadows, but it wasn't something he could scoff at.

Another exchange, Vice's body taking punishment and so did the wall. Slowly but surely though, the place was coming down hard enough on the shadow that it was finally having a hard time to move. Bleeding and burnt in different places, Vice continued on with the most enthusiastic smile on his face. More and more did he call upon Arondight's power, more and more did blasts of almighty and dark energy to destroy the shadow. Nevermind the pain that wracked his body, or how it wanted to stop. He wasn't going to get any stronger by staying within his limit--hell, this entire fight was the damn reason why he even went here in first place.

A final burst of energy, consuming the giant's head after it overextended itself, Vice had finally managed to seize victory when instead of being smacked down again with the pain of a thousand fists, it was only the light pitter patter of ichor who had yet to lose its momentum. Breathing hard, the stupid smile on his face, the young man couldn't just allow himself to fall down on his back just like that. This was still a freaking shadow nest and that wasn't going to be making things any easier.

[Erithania]

Behold. Victory.



Woo-hoo.

[Vice Ysal]

"Ahah! Now that's what I'm talking about!"

The joyful shout to the emptiness around him told a story. A story that pretty much said that Vice was pretty much in the clear now and there was time to be a bit less tense than he had been after fighting that freak of a shadow. Lying down on some random slab of debris, it was flat enough so there was little to no chance of poking himself with something he didn't want stuck through his body, the young man rested the fist that had been pumped up with the shout of exhilaration.

After a few tests of having to fight things on his own again, the young man was confident that he was getting his edge back in terms of battling on his own. Sure having a team was a great thing, expanding his horizons and all that, but it was still a different kind of satisfaction being able to win on your own still. And at least this way, the asian kid was still sure that even if was to be singled out in some random battle in the future, he could hold his ground long enough to either win or at least have the team find him to provide support.

Rolling off his make shift pad, a groan of satisfaction escaping him, the biker proceeded to dangle his legs over the difference between him and the ground before pushing off. It wasn't the most graceful of landings, his legs still feeling a bit like jelly, but the trip home wasn't going to happen anytime soon unless he did anything about it. Besides, resting on his comfortable bed right now sounded great.