The next...few are kinda....they made me cry composição literária them. A heads up.
He ducked away as the weapon came at him. He stood and blast the creature with a strong force. It let out a screech before turning to him.
“You will pay!” it hissed.
“Oh yeah?”
The creature snickered and pushed it's weight on the scythe. It started to crack, letting a few sparks of light out.
“No!”
The wood snapped and the creature let go of the scythe. Dylan rushed over and held the weapon now girl in his arms.
“M-master....I....am sorry.”
“Freya! It's not your fault. None of this is.”
The weapon seemed to nod before she closed her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, briefly, to keep the tears away. He breathed heavily and looked up. When he opened his eyes, they were blazing with blue fire. He snarled and let the dead weapon go. Dylan stood and tilted his head either way as ears appeared and then a tail. His costume changed and metallic claws appeared on his hands.
“I warned you before,” he said in deep voice that was almost demonic. “Now YOU will pay.”
“Do your besssst, kitty.”
He laughed, showing off fangs and sharp teeth. The claws extended further and he walked closer. The creature prepared for his attack. He swiped at it with the three claws. It hissed, pulling away.
“Such a stupid creature. Back to the Shadows!”
He cut it several times, over and over again. Each time he did mais damage. He kicked, punched, scraped, used every mover he had. His sadness had long atrás turned into fury. And the creature experienced every last bit of it, even when it cried out for mercy in a pitiful scream. He brought the creature to it's knees. One mais blow and it would be gone.
“Do away with me quickly!” it cried.
He stood above it, panting and angry. But always thinking.
“No. Go back where you came from! And warn your kind, demon. seguinte time you enter my domain, I will show you the same mercy you showed my weapon. Now leave!”
It disappeared with a smell of sulfur. Dylan turned away and stood over his fallen and broken weapon. His ears twitched as a crash sounded.
He ducked away as the weapon came at him. He stood and blast the creature with a strong force. It let out a screech before turning to him.
“You will pay!” it hissed.
“Oh yeah?”
The creature snickered and pushed it's weight on the scythe. It started to crack, letting a few sparks of light out.
“No!”
The wood snapped and the creature let go of the scythe. Dylan rushed over and held the weapon now girl in his arms.
“M-master....I....am sorry.”
“Freya! It's not your fault. None of this is.”
The weapon seemed to nod before she closed her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, briefly, to keep the tears away. He breathed heavily and looked up. When he opened his eyes, they were blazing with blue fire. He snarled and let the dead weapon go. Dylan stood and tilted his head either way as ears appeared and then a tail. His costume changed and metallic claws appeared on his hands.
“I warned you before,” he said in deep voice that was almost demonic. “Now YOU will pay.”
“Do your besssst, kitty.”
He laughed, showing off fangs and sharp teeth. The claws extended further and he walked closer. The creature prepared for his attack. He swiped at it with the three claws. It hissed, pulling away.
“Such a stupid creature. Back to the Shadows!”
He cut it several times, over and over again. Each time he did mais damage. He kicked, punched, scraped, used every mover he had. His sadness had long atrás turned into fury. And the creature experienced every last bit of it, even when it cried out for mercy in a pitiful scream. He brought the creature to it's knees. One mais blow and it would be gone.
“Do away with me quickly!” it cried.
He stood above it, panting and angry. But always thinking.
“No. Go back where you came from! And warn your kind, demon. seguinte time you enter my domain, I will show you the same mercy you showed my weapon. Now leave!”
It disappeared with a smell of sulfur. Dylan turned away and stood over his fallen and broken weapon. His ears twitched as a crash sounded.
Kenzie freaks out when Robin tells her that she's going to go insane if she stays with Brennan for too much longer. She watches the fight begin as Brennan picks her up and tightens his grip on her. Screaming, she accidentally freezes time. She then asks for an explanation from Robin, who tells her Fin's real story and who Kenzie was. Kenzie gets really upset por this and time is unfrozen, but no one actually notices. Chelsea gets the upper hand and attacks everyone.
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control fogo and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever you want
Appearance: long laranja hair (now tied up in either a ponytail or pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole