"oh!" that really fucking hurt. Whipping out through the wound spurted blood in protest, he deflected the next bullet. Kicking off the ground in the next heartbeat. Leaping over the clone that tried to strike him. "okay miss counted."
Landing, he tucked into a ball, rolling back as two more bullets pierced the air. "that one is out of my passive range." flipping to his feet, he blocked a scythe with his word and switched the shaft around the shard of night's handle. Following that motion, Sam punched the clone across the face, grabbing their hair. He forced the attached head into a flying knee.
He felt their nose break and blood ooze out; he retreated a few steps and let his sensing range spread out. A distance out from his position, Sam found the clone. Tucked behind some tree," You're not going to let him go after that one." Sam swirled around a slashed back, stepping as more followed up, back and forth between a trio of clones.
'are there clones?' he assumed clones cause there were mutable identical individual. 'clones tend to be the most common way of doing that.' if they were clones, this was a very complex technique. 'the weight of their presence is shifting.'
When he managed to strike the bodies, he noticed their presence lessen. "hey, is this some kind of hive mind trick?" grabbing an arm, he twisted it behind the body's back, pinching a never on the arm. Sam heard them cry out." or is this a mind-splitting technique."
"it- aha!" the none of your fucking business technique." the clone screamed as his arm eas snapped. Grabbing them by the shoulder, Sam threw him into another body. "ha," with a shout, he ran them both through.
Instantly, both bodies lost all presence, turning into this thick sludge. Reddish brown that smelled finely like blood and herbs. Flicking it off his sword, he spun to the ground to avoid the barrage of bullets." I've made someone mad, haven't I?" the teasing question only seemed to piss them off more.
rolling to the side, he quickly planted a hand in the snow. Sam flipped to his feet. Flipping his sword grip as he did. Sam was able to slash through a bullet, as well as the following ones. Leaning right, he felt a bullet clip him before he turned and deflected the ones that came after that.
'I might be pinned.' Sam thought, switching to deflect the bullets from another body. ; They not far enough away.' the next time he spun, deflecting the bullet, he quickly sketched out a defense rune. Letting its power shield him as the g force sent his sword flying.
"AH!" one of the bodies shouted, jumping back, a red angry line on the stomach." fuck." he cursed; that sword was sharper and faster than he expected. looking up he saw Sam pull the ribbon, catching the sword as it came in instalty thrown again.
The other body had to drop to avoid the blade running him through, hissing at his shoulder getting sliced open. Hissing, a third body rushed at Sam, reaching him even before he could pull his sword back.
"nope," dancing around the synth. He stepped forward, elbow rising at the body's face. It threw its head back, and Sam acted quickly, seeing the opening to twist his ribbon around its neck. Sam saw the other eyes widen before the ribbon went taunt.
Releasing the scythe, he forced his hand to spin to the blade curved right into the other leg. "ah!" in response, Sam assaulted his opponent's face with his elbow until he felt more than his nose break.
he felt the next body coming at him, whipping his head around Sam threw up his arm" What?" the body cried when the supernatural toughness of the ribbon stopped the blade dead. "the fuck!" ingoing the swearing fighter.
Grabbing the shaft of the weapon, he swung him into the air. Building up momentum until he sent him directly toward the snow-covered ground. Spinning his weight, the body managed to prevent himself from landing head first.
Their shoulders still made a violent snapping sound, even with the snow padding his impact. Wrenching the scythe from his hand, he turned around, pulling his arm as far back as he could, and saw it spinning at the remaining body. Just quickly enough, he used the ribbon overarm to block a bullet.
'great, that's definitely going to bruise,' he thought, shaking the pain out before retrieving his sword and putting it through the chest of the choked-out body before moving to the one with the broken shoulder. It put up a good fight, but with a broken shoulder and no weapon, he went down.
"you relied on your weapon a bit much," Sam said as he turned to the remaining body, its presence having grown quite strong but still not full. 'how many bodies is this Verde using.' grumbling, he turned to fight the remaining retreating.
The moment the young lord tried to pursue, he had to avoid bullets." of course, there is cover fire.' grumbling, he looked in the direction of the fire before rushing towards it, leaving a trail of disturbed snow.
Bullets came flying his way immediately, "wow!" slipping around one bullet he was surprised to find it landing with the kinetic impact of a tank shell." he's mixed surprises in." acting fast, he moved around the next hail of bullet, one summoning a small ball of fire another knocking up gust.
'this can not be cheap,' sliding left and right, he doughed around the bullets, moving closer and closer to the hiding spot. A massive hill of snow and ice. 'That is some great camouflage,' he knew the body was reloading what gun they were trotting, which only carried about 150 bullets less if magic bullets were mixed in.
Sam didn't try to stop them; instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the power dice. It bounced in the snow twice, which only happened because Sam made it that way. He was not losing this dice; ruined the fun of this.
Seeing the symbol it landed on, Sam tried to think, but a bullet made of lighting started coming at them. "AH!" Sam felt the energy rush through his coughing. He forced himself to roll, mostly avoiding the next few shots.' damn, it lighting one of the few things I can't dodge."
Steadying his breathing, he began to circulate his mana, focusing it on disrupting the remains of lighting inside him before focusing on the barrel that just glinted in the light reflected off the snow.
He could see the energy gathered around the barrel, but his body wasn't capable of moving fast enough to dodge the bolt completely. He felt it race through his arm; before it could reach through his shoulder, it was drawn into the flow of mana, pulled away from his organs down to his toes, where it was dispersed outside of his shoes.
Said toes, bending, digging into the snow as he raced forward. Arms up to protect his face, contracting the flow of mana in his arms as the bullets came down at him. "fuc~ck!" he swore for each bullet that struck him even as he pushed through the pain that accompanied them, even as his steps stumbled his breathing his skin burned and healed.
"Hey, want a kiss!" he shouted as he started up the hill. The sound waves of his voice were laced with a charm of Lust energy. His opponent shivered when it reached his ears, stopping down on the sudden desire to raise and speak.
"keep it together, I studied for this!" he grumbled from a distant body, leaving enough in the snipping body that it could continue shooting but wouldn't be too affected by the power." so that's what I'm dealing with today. A sword he treated like a motor hammer and the power to play with someone's desire."
"I've studied, I've planned I can win." he then winced as he felt the nipping body die. But that wasn't nothing the peace would return, and then-"Oh, you have to be kidding me!"
"stop wiggling, Sam hissed at the peace of mind that was wrapped in the young lord's lust energy. it wasn't enough to be held permanently, but Sam now had a plan. If he is jumping bodies, I just need to catch his mind." It's too bad he hadn't rolled, witch core; there were spells to hold spirit and mind.
'but energy made of lust, a mental/physical thing, leads to affecting things on a physical/mental level.' warping more energy around the fragment, he turned his attention in the direction it was trying to go before following it. Spreading his senses in that direction.
'a presence muffled by stone and, if that, more growing?' was he trying to grow new bodies in the middle of the battlefield." brave, good tactic!" smiling, he pushed his legs harder, even using his hands to scale up the hill.
As he reached the top and flipped onto his feet, his smile only grew wider. Stabbing his sword into the snow to the right, he felt the distance of bone as it started changing colors. Ripping it free at the same moment, a dozen near mindless bodies and malformed bodies charged at him.
jumping, Sam spun, slashing through the shoulder of a body with a third short arm. Landing in a crouch, he rose into the uppercut onto a body with no eyes, as two others came from at the right and the left.
Landing on his toes, he swirled the sword out, creating a silver ring. That forced both bodies back as the eyeless one landed. Yanking on the ribbon, he caught the handle of the sword before turning around towards the eyeless body as it started crawling away. Hissing at him when Sam stepped forward.
hissing back like a giant stone cobra, Sam thrust directly for its head. Despite missing their eyes, the body dodged around the blade, stepping forward, arm reared back for a wide swing. Catching the limb, he yanked to the side as his opposite leg rose into a flying knee directly into the neck.
"Aah!" the body choked as its' windpipe was struck; spinning the handle in his other hand, Sam prepared to bring the sword into the body's back. Not that the remaining bodies gave him a chance, but he was forced to retreat to avoid a twin scissor kick, and Sam flipped over a fourth body. As he passed over their head, Sam twirled the ribbon around the neck.
Landing, he pulled hard with both hands; the body choked for a moment before going silent as something snapped. being rushed by the other bodies, Sam had to defend himself, striking each opening he found or created. Until the stone was filled with the fluid the bodies consisted of.
"Alright, are you ready for this." he turned towards the cave as the bodies walked out one with celery more presence than the rest." are we officially meeting now?" instead of answering the presence split itself evenly through the five bodies. as one they raced towards the raven, who sighed and took off his shirt letting the lust energy flow through the skin.
The sweat clung to it being sparkly seductively as he smiled at them. One hesitated as, with bursts of force and mana, Sam launched himself directly at that one. Rotating his body, building momentum. "uhh!" the body grunted, just barely managing to block the spin kick, muscles and shoulder protesting.
His entire body protested and burned. Sam threw a fire rune into his face and jumped back at it. Flipping mid-air, he turned and swung up his sword, diverting the blade of a scythe as two bullets pierced through his side.' yeah, that hit an organ.'
His heart started to race as the black tattoo shrunk energy was directed towards the wounds. Feeling the flow of energy, he landed, kicking the body swing the scythe at him, only to be attacked by another body.
Stepping back, Sam brought his weapon over the opposite shoulder, ready to counter the clear strike. 'the snow,' he remembered just as the blade cut into the snow, throwing the cool and wet into his face.
sputting, Sam switched his attention to his other senses, even ramping them out so he could block the following strike. the impact rang through his arm; gritting his teeth, Sam was pushed back, digging trenched into the ground as several more blades connected with his own, pushing him back.
'why?' Sam was immediately suspicious. He knew that he was open blocking the one scythe, so why were they trying to break through the blade.' are they stupid?' he fought stupid before; they were usually strong enough to make up for it.
But no, something in his gut told him that it was something else. Suddenly, a slight flare of mana behind him, and Sam moved without thought. Lashing out like lightning and almost as destructive, he broke several bones as he avoided the trap. Feeling the air to his back shifting, turning his head enough to catch it out the corner of his eye. "oh gross." it was some kind of alchemic circle.
The snow was being transmuted into something slim and bubbling; it likely wouldn't feel like the mud springs he'd been to. Great for your skin and mind. This substance looked like it would be stressful, and hell on his hair; sweeping the feet from under one body, he grabbed them by the clothing. Collar and waist of his pants.
"hA!" throwing them over the shoulder into the withering bubbling goop. "gross again," though it possed no life, he could sense the goop moving like it as it grabbed him, dragging him into and suffocating him, "I'm not going into that." he turned to the next body, as it changed him weaving under and around the slashes.
Returning the favor, he slashed into the snow, knocking a cloud of it into their faces. Blinding them for the moment it took for Sam to cut off their arms. Seeing the last bodies warry of him, "Come at me please." his voice was once again laced with lust, and each body lurched at him overridden by their desires.
as the mind took control of their, lust, Sam covered his blade in dense lust energy; in the brief moments that they recovered, he managed to cut each of them. It was not enough that it activated any survival instinct but enough to inject them with lust.
hopping back a dozen feet, Sam stabbed his sword into the frozen soil beneath the snow and perched himself on top of it before looking towards the bodies as the lust robbed them of their reasoning.