Jack was walking around to the server room. He had been exploring the ship for a while and was currently in his human form. He saw something...magic, a vimpire. He shifted into scarecrow before entering and said, "You part of STRIKE. Or do you just want to get hurt?"
"Kill the source!" Jack roared losing the form of cold bones and becoming scarecrow. The very plants under the feet of the enemy force became weapons, shooting up and through them before crushing them to the ground. All the hidden creatures there left their homes to attack those dangerous to Jack or those he was not trying to kill. But then came the crows. Thousands of them. And the vultures as well. Scarecrow had a greater connection with them than any other. The swarmed like a million terrible beings at anything helping Asmodeus, protected by roots that struck up through the ground around them. Scarecrow pulled out his large scythe and did what he had done before, hacked and hacked but this time he released a fear toxin. A very deadly toxin that was absorbed through the skin and protection. However he kept it away from his allies.
He could feel the power, that some could perhaps surpass him, if not they have not surpassed him. He made use of these forces against him, and the lack of any loss of his psions and other followers tempted into power. He had to push them, and he had to combat them.
Magicks broiled and stirred, raw power in seething in the palm of his very hands. His numerous spells at his disposal, he sensed power that gathered, knew of it's presence, and he felt himself prepared for most whatever any could throw at him.
Asmodeus looked upon the man (@toshiro_shizuka) as roared "My my, aren't you loud...?" He extended his arm out, and with a thought, his perfect mirror appeared before him, already in the way as the man decided to leap at him and tremendous speeds, seeking to bash his shoulder against him and perhaps turn him into paste. However, his alerting him to his attack enabled him to reflect the attack right back at him with an object said to be of celestial durability, able to withstand the death of stars without mar. If he hit it, the mirror's effects would take play in that it would reflect his impact force back towards him exactly, with as much force as he struck it with. What it was unable to (completely) reflect was the noise of the man booming towards him, due to the sound being able to travel around the mirror. Asmodeus' weakened magic enabled such an attack to actually effect him when normally, he would have simply halted the air in front of him. His disorientation from the attack as his ears nearly burst from it's speed, causing him to rub his ears and divert more to psionic shielding, as the mirror disappears.
"Do you know how to fight? Perhaps when you attack, you should not roar like an idiot."
He sensed a great magicks stirring about himself, his uncanny perception of such forces (@maxwell_hastings). He looks towards the glowing light, and raises his staff towards it, a wicked smile on his face as he looks towards the blast of pure magical energy, about the impact.
Binding Chains.
From within Asmodeus' robe and a large swarm of chains appeared before him, used to drain objects of energy with their void like properties, he used it in conjuction with his stave as it expanded outward approximately the entire width of the chain. Light had little in the way of momentum depending on how it so collided with matter, and this energy, being magical in nature, made it all the more ideal. The blast strikes his staff first, manipulated as he takes it. Absorbing it into his stave so that he may better channel it, the chains catching the rest and all giving their energy over to the false savior. The air rushed against him and superheated as the force of the blast moving against the air sought to destroy him. But he allowed no such thing. And with that, after a few seconds, the energy was gone. Asmodeus' body blacker and more roasted, his eyes gleamed with new vivid life as regenerated himself a knew, his clothes even.
@maverick_6: The car hit him square in the head causing him to stagger back throwing up dirt from it. His head shattered but reformed in a few seconds and he stood staring angrily at the one who managed to crush his head. He sent out two of his executioners at him while cutting furiously at the machines to get closer to this telekinetic who attacked him.
He extends his hand, towards the revenant-like creatures. "Come now mortals is this all you've to show me?" He casts a soul rend, his intention to drain the creatures, abruptly interrupted as blood stains his shroud. His shroud. He has been struck, and it leaves him unable to defend his follower. The lone psion shielding himself in vane as the man cuts him down and strikes down one of Asmodeus' followers.
He limps forward, the gash on his back from a glancing hit that if it had hit fully, would have cleaved him in two. Recovering his body took focus, energy. Whoever struck him, it was fast, but not yet demonstrating such ability as to be within Asmodeus' perception. He ports down. His anger fading, as he smiles.
I suppose I will need to be more wary of them. No matter.
The Deathborne were repelled, and Maverick forces began hunting down his followers. It would be unwise for them to stay.
"Leave me, my warriors. There is much to do. So much."
He looks about, his eyes falling upon one area.
Hundreds dead, the bodies kept piling up and the blood kept flowing. Skulls and blood, blood and skulls, battle and death and war and murder and rage...there's a storm coming, can you feel it?
Among the combatants only the forces of Maverick would know the signs, the subtle change in lighting as the sky grew increasingly red, the shimmering in the air where the battle was thickest and the collected screams of a hundred madmen escaped from prisons and institutions across the city. With every death the chant grew louder, with every blow made in anger the air thickened. When the one winged Eclipse decided to kill hundreds for no reason there was a change again, the chanting grew louder and the crazed men and women now formed up in the center of the conflict and called out to their god and his Angel of Death.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! KILL! MAIM! BURN! KILL! MAIM! BURN!" and on and on the chant went. A stylized skull began to burn itself into the ground between the chanting group. Khorne's eyes were once more on Earth, his attention drawn by wanton slaughter and bloodshed. Where Khorne's eyes were drawn, soon his chosen would come and the fight for Denver would become a whole different affair.
He smiled, his intent malicious.
"Blood? Is that what you would like? Bring your god, and bring him here. We'll start with your blood."
With all of the followers, the man had welcomed him. "Show me your god." He raises his hand, and then brings it down, an immense wall of psionic force moving downwards towards them. Seeking to crush all of them like flies and smear their bodies across the street, as the man's decrepid, skeletal feet would land among their bodies, feet once more stained in blood. (If works.)
He tapes the ground, igniting the area and seeking the cremate them all, blood twirling in a Miasma of ash and death surrounding the skeletal man, as he'd soon begin to warp the environment. Immense pools of psionc energy gathered all around him, as he channeled little of it into defense and all of it into limbs. The envoironment warped, as streets were torn and dented.
His eager eyes scanned the areas, awaiting to see what combatants still remained who'd dare engage him.
"Accept me into your hearts, and you will know true power."People in peril would pray and hope. Some would allow Maverick to save them, others were saved by men and women of the hour, some would seek to follow this "Korne" or, they can be teleported away by the very cause of this. And join him unknowingly as he brought more into his fold.
"Three universes? Surely you know there are more?" He asked shifting to humanoid. He could shift back in a moments notice should it arise he needed to, "So then, who are you really?"
"So can I, witch." Scarecrow said shifting into the shadow pheonix. Not just a black Phoenix. A Phoenix composed of the dark. Unharmable even with light magic. His telepathic voice was only words and emotions now. No real voice. Just thoughts, "I do not suggest you challenge a universe switcher."
The giant only grinned again, "I could ask why I don't simply go elsewhere. I could escape and return later were it my wish. And you did just 'foolishly' show your power just as I did. I'm no genius but I'm not stupid either. In fact. It was you who showed it first." The flames within his eyes seemed to turn blue instead of red. He often did this when he was thinking or observing more, "But now I see you. A witch of great power. An aged witch." He shifted into the scarecrow. His more precise and calculated form. Almost always grinning beneath his straw hat, "A biological form who needs to talk to fight." Immediately he tried to stop her tongue from moving. She had given him time to see her on a magical level. And his abilities as the scarecrow or dark pheonix's escapes were the only things that could challenge her.
"If I control your tongue do I control your power?" He asked. He wasn't sure.
He finished shifting into the twelve foot jackO'lantern. As he did his personality somewhat shifted to fit it. A deep gurgling chuckle could be hear from inside him, "I saw you had power. So I watched." His deep voice explained, "But, as I asked before." He bent over her his larg form practically directly above her, "Who. Are. You?"
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