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Epsil looked dumbfounded while Sable wrapped his arm in a white sheet. Whether it was from surprise or blood loss, nobody knows. "I don't think we can..." he trailed off as the white-haired girl he rescued earlier began to focus light on his wound, explaining that she could turn the light into energy and excite his cells, resulting in a much more rapid healing process. In a matter of seconds his wounds were closed up. His skin was still mottled with scars, and a little crispy in a few areas, but he'd just have to deal with it. He flexed his fingers and looked up at the monster, who was once again being distracted by Carlos, who just managed to land a nasty blow on the area Alice stuck her spear. Everyone was absolutely dying to fight. Epsil sighed, slightly irritated that everyone was so eager to battle the greater demon. "I've killed a few of these bastards myself. Well, I say that, but this is the nastiest one I've ever seen. I need you guys to close in. I'm gonna head up to the roof so I can get a shot at its head. Sable, I need you to attack its legs. Try and sever the Achilles." He looked at the newcomer. "Snowy, if you can muster up any energy, flash light in its eyes when it looks at you. Alice....Do whatever you want."
He grinned, taking a deep breath and running past Devynne. "You aren't the kind of person to follow orders, but if you want to help, be ground assault. Do as much damage to it as you can," he said with a wink. Then he hurried off, dashing inside a building and fervently climbing through the wreckage that was the staircase, reaching the door to the roof after a little more than a minute. He stood on the ledge, grinning. He clenched his right fist--the burned fist. Black and white coursed through his many scars and blemishes, giving his flesh an unnatural, ethereal look. He kept his arm behind him, in an effort to hide it from everyone else. He trust the people he just met, but he didn't trust them with the nature of his ability. His unique mutation of the virus.
He opened his hand, the conglomeration of black and white on his skin gathering to a single point in his palm, creating an otherwordly black flame. He wrapped his fingers around it, hiding it from view and leaped off the building. He pulled back his fist, falling towards the demon. Time seemed to slow down for Epsil as he fell. He grinned; the wind coursing against his skin and through his hair, the sensation of weightlessness, the smell of sulfur, and the shouts of his allies mingling with the roars and grunts of the demon all seemed unbearably pleasant in the few seconds Epsil fell. His amber eyes sparkled brilliantly, and his expression was one of pure delight and ecstasy.
The moment the teen's fist connected with the demon's neck, a shockwave blasted outwards. It was enough to stagger anyone gathered, and rattle windows, but nothing like an explosion. A gust of cold air followed. A black aura coursed over the demon for a split second, then the flames were extinguished. Epsil landed softly, dusting himself off. He looked nonchalant, but sweat was beading on his forhead and his knees were shaking slightly. His breathing was slightly ragged as well. He chuckled and looked at everyone.
"Well, good job," he began, clapping. "Bravo, bravo." The demon, which had been standing completely still behind Epsil, shattered into thousands of frozen slivers, like a broken icicle. "You're all quite talented, I must say." He beamed at the group. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else. Then he passed out, slamming face-first into the concrete.
He grinned, taking a deep breath and running past Devynne. "You aren't the kind of person to follow orders, but if you want to help, be ground assault. Do as much damage to it as you can," he said with a wink. Then he hurried off, dashing inside a building and fervently climbing through the wreckage that was the staircase, reaching the door to the roof after a little more than a minute. He stood on the ledge, grinning. He clenched his right fist--the burned fist. Black and white coursed through his many scars and blemishes, giving his flesh an unnatural, ethereal look. He kept his arm behind him, in an effort to hide it from everyone else. He trust the people he just met, but he didn't trust them with the nature of his ability. His unique mutation of the virus.
He opened his hand, the conglomeration of black and white on his skin gathering to a single point in his palm, creating an otherwordly black flame. He wrapped his fingers around it, hiding it from view and leaped off the building. He pulled back his fist, falling towards the demon. Time seemed to slow down for Epsil as he fell. He grinned; the wind coursing against his skin and through his hair, the sensation of weightlessness, the smell of sulfur, and the shouts of his allies mingling with the roars and grunts of the demon all seemed unbearably pleasant in the few seconds Epsil fell. His amber eyes sparkled brilliantly, and his expression was one of pure delight and ecstasy.
The moment the teen's fist connected with the demon's neck, a shockwave blasted outwards. It was enough to stagger anyone gathered, and rattle windows, but nothing like an explosion. A gust of cold air followed. A black aura coursed over the demon for a split second, then the flames were extinguished. Epsil landed softly, dusting himself off. He looked nonchalant, but sweat was beading on his forhead and his knees were shaking slightly. His breathing was slightly ragged as well. He chuckled and looked at everyone.
"Well, good job," he began, clapping. "Bravo, bravo." The demon, which had been standing completely still behind Epsil, shattered into thousands of frozen slivers, like a broken icicle. "You're all quite talented, I must say." He beamed at the group. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else. Then he passed out, slamming face-first into the concrete.
