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Post by nero on Aug 13, 2009 6:33:08 GMT -5
Once Helen jumped in he herd what she said very clearly. After all this was his element. "So you are afraid of the dark? I see." The moaning kept on getting louder and louder. Screams could be herd from everywhere. Now their fight was on the final chapter! Just how to end things? Screams of thousands of people could be herd throughout the darkness now.
Nero's darkness too many souls a very long time ago. "Our dance must continue." A very horrific scream surpassed all other screams. This scream was one of a little boy. Yes, in fact, the scream was coming from the very boy Nero had stolen. The darkness consumes all which Nero very well knew, including his. Many other people do not realize that the darkness will do this.
How could so many people be so naive? Once more, he held out his black guns with his real hands. "Time to end this dance." Nero quickly shot out four bullets without hesitating. Right away he teleported behind her and fired another four bullets. Finally, he teleported underneath her and fired six bullets. A total of fourteen bullets was shot.
These bullets were going to be easier for Helen to dodge. Something or someone was coming. In the distance, was a mirage of the boy. Nero had simply created it to distract Helen and get the edge in the battle. Soon he was about to force Helen to help with the search. Nero was going to find his brother, whether it would take a life time or a couple of days.
A strong fighter such as Helen would suit the job perfectly. Only strong warriors are suited to help him find his brother. How would she dodge the bullets and get to the mirage? Would she even go to the mirage? Once he makes his point everything will be set and ready.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 13, 2009 19:12:40 GMT -5
Nero must have noticed the negative feeling Helen put forth through her voice as she spoke.
"So you are afraid of the dark? I see." The Turk blinked and took a step away from his voice, shaking her head sharply.
"Ha! Why fear something I work best in?" However, her voice was cut off by the sound of distant voices- screams and cries piercing through the thick blackness. A shudder went up her spine as her imagination took hold- the worst of all that she had been ordered to do coming back for a moment before it was shaken off.
"Our dance must continue."
"What, you trying to scare me? Ha! Ha ha ha! That's..." she trailed off as the boy's voice cut through the black like a hot machete through butter.
"Time to end this dance." The martial artist scowled, stumbling back a bit as a projectile pierced her shoulder, then ducking and twisting away as he appeared beneath her.
"Now you're contradicting yourself!" She flicked her gaze to the side as a figure moved and stood out from the rest of the black. The boy! She looked back at Nero, then took a few careful steps in the boy's direction before pausing- if she ran to him now, she might get him hurt- but if she didn't get him out...
The thought hit her, hard. How was she going to get out of this? She faltered for a moment, then stood her ground.
She would just have to get the winged man to tell her.
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Post by nero on Aug 14, 2009 6:30:34 GMT -5
"Scare? Of course not." Nero watched as Helen went right for the boy then paused. It seemed she was questioning herself. Once more, she dodged most of the bullets. However, only one bullet directly hit her, which is a downfall for her. He noticed the earlier wounds were still slowly healing. So how could she possibly be fine? No one could keep going on and on, unless that very person is Vincent or Weiss.
Nero decided it was time to take out the distraction. With a simple snap of his fingers, the mirage of the boy was gone. How should he make the finale? "Time for the finale." Nero slightly laughed and made two clones. One teleported behind her, another below her, and Nero flying right for her. Once they were all in place Nero and the clones made ten total rapid fire shots. The bullets were moving at a much faster rate than normal.
The woman had stopped attack so did she let her guard down? Soon the clones vanished. Within only moments the boy appeared in some type of oval cage. It was all up to Helen if she was going to save the boy. If Nero was correct the boy had about five minutes. "Oh dear your running out of time." Once taking a short breath, he walked to the light and hopped out of his dark portal.
Now his back was facing the portal, and he stood there just thinking. Could Helen make it in time? They would very well find out in moments right? If she does make it out alive with the boy, he is going to use her to his own advantage. Everything was going according to plan so far. He noticed everyone was still looking out their windows. Why were they afraid of the darkness? "Very soon Weiss." Her time was slowly shrinking for it had been about a minute now.
His wings slowly retracted themselves, which made him leave his form. Thus his speed increase vanishing, for the moment. Hopefully, the woman would not fly out of the portal boy in hand trying to attack. Nero did doubt she would make an attack like that. He could really care less though he would like the fighting to end. The fighting really never ends. Without fighting in the world.
How could this peace be about? Even without fighting. Where would all the dark beings be? Nero knew fighting will always happen. If there was a world without fighting how would things be?
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 16, 2009 13:17:37 GMT -5
Helen's eyes widened shortly as the boy vanished, then turned her head sharply as Nero barked out a laugh. He formed two more dopplegangers of himself, which dissappeared almost instantly.
The Turk shifted into a stronger defensive stance, only to yelp shortly in surprise as the man in front of her suddenly leapt forward, shooting. Gunfire resounded throughout the black, and for a moment she was at a loss. The moment of delay on her part only lasted for a moment, though, and as the felt the sixth projectile pierce her skin she jumped into action and slid away from the line of fire, only to hit the ground.
Helen's gaze flicked off the winged man only for a second as she shifted to get back to her feet. "Bloody Ifrit- The hell was that?!"
When her gaze rose again, she saw the boy in a cage of sorts. She bit back a short curse, and reactivated her restorative materia, if only to lessen the number of bullet wounds in her skin.
"Now.... how to get him out of here...." she pondered aloud, glancing at nero as he spoke.
"Oh dear you're running out of time." She scowled after him as he vanished from the black. She turned back to the boy, shortly.
"Don't worry... I'll get you out of here..." She noticed at that point how tired she was becoming, and bit her lip shortly, before breaking the cage open and taking the poor boy's hand.
The martial artist glanced back for the place where Nero had vanished, before running at the spot of white, defensively shielding the boy. With a jolt, she found herself back in the bright cold of Modeoheim, and released the boy's hand, lightly pushing him away.
Helen took a moment to test the air, noting the winged man's wings were no longer loose, and that he seemed deep in thought. She knew that she would have to recuperate for a few moments before it would be wise to attack, but she also knew that if she planned on getting an attack in that she would have to do it now.
She rolled her uninjured shoulder and took a almost-silent step forward, before running at the man. As she came within range of attacking him, she dropped low, kicking out in a scything fashion. This was followed up instantly with a punch for his shoulder, and a second kick for his back.*
[OoC: *Rapid- a string of attacks with very little time between moves.]
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Post by nero on Aug 18, 2009 6:24:45 GMT -5
Nero turned around as he herd Helen and the boy jump out of the portal."Just like last time." Before he played a similar trick though with a girl. He made Vincent go into the portal to get eaten alive by his darkness. Vincent survived as well. Perhaps only the strong hearted could surpass his darkness? Nero was slightly impressed that Helen made it out with the boy in only minutes. While being out of the portal the boy looked somewhat pale.
Seconds later and he noticed Helen was running right for him. "You still want to dance?" This woman was a very persistent,yes? He slightly laughed as he saw her moving low for some type of a kick. Quickly, he jumped up to dodge it. Once he landed on the ground, he got a punch to his stomach. Then one final blow to his back. "Your rather bothersome." The last hit managed to get him on his knees. After taking a breath he got up on his feet and looked at Helen.
So she could make multiple attacks like that? Well, how could he expect anything less from a fist fighter? Nero suddenly telepored behind Helen and held up his dark guns. His real hands clenched the gun with a powerful grip. Soon he was going to find Weiss and then bring Omega back. First he needs to collect more souls. Helen surly will not hurt or kill anyone right? Though he can force her to look for Weiss. Which is exactly what he has been wanting.
Nero now aimed the gun for Helen's neck. This would prove how fast she is right? Four more bullets were fired directly at her neck this time. Once more he teleported but on the right hand side of her. Nero fired another four bullets right for her.To finish off his attack Nero started to run forward and then curved to be in front of her. He jumped up in midair and rapidly started to fire bullets right for Helen. Once he landed on the ground a total of eight shots was fired this time.
Hopefully, he would have no need to go back into his form. Most likely he would not need to. Unless someone else wants to come and join the party. Otherwise he really has no reason to go into his form and fight her. What was the rest of the day going to be like now? How much longer could Helen last? If Nero was correct people who fist fight can loose a lot of energy fast. Mainly, their arms would get tired from the constant punching.
(I believe I am getting better.)
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 19, 2009 21:52:13 GMT -5
The Turk smirked in satisfaction as the man landed on his knees, only to take in a short breath as he returnd to his feet with a heavy breath- how could he still be going?! She scowled, drawing her fist back only to flinch in surprise as he dissappeared.
She listened intently, and heard the cocking of a handgun rather uncomfortably close behind her. With a moment's luck, she got around the projectiles before they could bury themselves into their target. As a slight graze formed on the side of her neck she realized that he'd been aiming to kill.
It took only a moment for her to realize that he was now shooting again, and she winced at the fact that her senses were dulling, if only a little, and that she was feeling a soreness build in her uninjured shoulder and elbow. She ducked around the bullets and cursed mildly as another caught in her arm.
Helen's eyes flicked to the civilians indoors- were they so cowardly? No- she contradicted herself- they weren't, they were expected to keep themselves safe. She took in a deep breath and shifted into a defensive stance.
The martial artist wondered idly if his vanishing skill made any sort of warning like a noise or feeling... If they did she would be aided greatly.
For a moment she waited for him to make a move before becoming slightly impatient and attacking, herself. She ran at him, only to drop low and kick up at him, hoping to catch him off guard with the switch-up.
[OoC: I'm still seeing a few errors here and there, but otherwise you are! ^^ besides- the occasional mess-up is typical xD ]
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Post by nero on Aug 20, 2009 7:48:52 GMT -5
Helen still wants to fight him? Doesn't she know how much blood she has lost from the bullets that hit? Nero looked over to the boy just watching their fight. Next he looked over to Helen, which seemed ready to make another attack. Before Nero knew it Helen was already charging at him. What was she trying to pull? Suddenly, Nero started to run right for Helen as she attacked. At the very last moment, he jumped right over her completely dodge the attack.
"So you like to play tricks?" Nero quickly jumped in the air and fired two dark spheres from his guns. The first one was shot right for Helen the other was fired in the air. Now the sphere headed for Hellen was starting to pick up momentum. Thus allowing it to increase its own power to another level. However, the second sphere was flying higher and higher in the sky.
Nero had planned the second one to make a devastating attack once it hit the ground. Hopefully, once it comes down Helen will be closer to the attack. So if the first sphere fails the second one is all ready. It's only a matter of time. This fight needs to end very soon or his slave, might be of no use. Nero then thought of the perfect plan once this little dance ends. Soon Omega should be coming back to aid him and the others. Hopefully, everything works.
How to stall some time? Once more, Nero pointed his guns right at Helen. This time his aim was anywhere he see's fit. He took one breath before firing three bullets to her arms. Next and finally he shot four more bullets to her legs. Nero could see everyone was still watching this fight along with the boy. Except most of the people were watching the fight from inside. How could the icy cold not even be slowing her down? In fact, how could the cold not be affecting him?
(Somewhat short.. )
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 20, 2009 23:39:35 GMT -5
"So you like to play tricks?"
The martial artist watched in irritated surprise as Nero leaped above her. She slid to a stop in the snow, only to wind up looking up at him as he leaped into the air. She then braced herself as she glanced up and an orb of black formed at the tip of the barrel of Nero's gun, then watched dazedly as it then fell upon her like heavy rain. A loud yelp felled the mild quiet as the impact of the black hit her and sent her to the permanently frozen earth.
For a moment, Helen lay sprawled out on the freezing snow-covered ground in shocked pain, confusion and a bit of a daze glazing her eyes over like some sort of drug would. So that was the power of the sudden attack he had made. For a silent moment, she drew in a few shaky breaths, then was forced to roll out of the aim of another group of projectiles.
"Do you EVER run out of ammo?!" She snapped, irritably, before shifting to her feet and clenching her hands into fists. A distraction would be useful, she noted, as she felt a mild shudder zip through her like electricity.
She spared a second of her time to recuperate, thanking Minerva for her supposedly inherited thick blood, only to curse to Ifrit as she found her focus dulling ever so slightly more.
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Post by nero on Aug 21, 2009 7:09:41 GMT -5
Nero's focus was all on Helen as his attacks started to hit. First the dark sphere managed to put her in the ground. A couple of bullets managed to hit her as well? Now it was certainly going to end. The final dark sphere was about to come. The wind started to make a crisp yet loud noise. In only moments the second dark sphere was falling down on Helen. With each passing second it gained more speed and power. It should be only a few minutes before impact.
How will she manage to dodge this attack? If it hits the match is brutally over. Nero simply stood there starting to feel a cold chill slowly crawling down his back. The cold was one of those annoyances nature loves to create. Suddenly, he herd Helen shout out if he ever runs out of ammo. Actually, he does not while using his darkness guns. That is something he was going to keep to himself. "You wanted to dance." Helen started the fight but cannot take the pressure?
Helen had forgotten about his clones? Nero blinked twice at his clones giving them the command to attack. One clone ran to the right while the other ran to the left. When they stopped, they fired off eight bullets total and were done. Now it was time to play the waiting game. How to keep her distracted for a little while longer? No. Nero was not going to play that trick on her. He was going to let her dodge the final dark sphere, if she manages to see it.
Nero aimed one gun right for Helen. The other gun he aimed for the child. She should know if she runs for the boy he was going to shoot at him first and then her. So the boy could die, and she could get severely injured. Only one person could stop his onslaught but that person was not here. Helen had chosen the wrong dance to be in. Once his fight ends, he needs to stall her. Everything was going smoothly at this point.
Every choice was being made by Nero in this fight. For whoever has the upper hand in battle gets to choose what happens. That very person would have so much power in one battle. He would like to end this fight right now. Still he has a feeling she would keep on attacking him just because of the boy. So was this the display of love? Alternatively, determination to prove a point? Maybe it was out of anger and hatred for what he had done? Only if she would give up.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Aug 24, 2009 10:35:12 GMT -5
Suddenly from out of the sky and over the horizon came a different colored bolt, and as it became larger and swooped low to the ground, the crimson bolt slowed and became a whirling vortex of tattered fabric over the zombified-like boy. To the two fighters already present, only the Tsviet would have a hint of what this crimson phantom could be. If Nero fired at the boy now, the specture would only absorb the bullet and wash away the damage in a quick blaze of demonic fire. It was too late to help save the woman Turk as the bullets fired at her would have either hit or missed their target in the time it had taken the swirling crimson to swoop in, and it would have compromised the safety of the boy already in his grasp, having to try to grab a moving woman who would move or possibly retaliate if he tried to swoop in and save her at that moment. So before anyone knew it the crimson bolt had sped off again out of sight, delivering the boy out of the line of fire and back safely into the arms of his awaiting and horrified parents.
Then as quickly as it came, the trail of tattering fabric returned like a giant snake, bouncing and swooping over the rooftops before hovering over the ground and becoming a billowing vortex of torn red material. An edge formed like a wave sprialling out from the centre, making itself disappear on itself as the black gloved hand behind it revealed the man in black from behind the ethereal curtain the transformation once was. He fanned out his hand as he tossed aside the tattered crimson fabric which became the cloak hanging off his back, all done in one swift motion as he leapt up off the snowy ground, the fresh white snow crunching off his solid feet. He sailed through the air and grabbed Helen swiftly, pulling her out of the path of the dark sphere about to hit her, letting her go shortly after in a gentle motion as he landed on the ground between her and Nero. His back to the Turk, he rose to his full height as he once again crunched snow under his metallic pointed boots, and stared down the user of Darkness before him with intense red eyes.
And yet he did not say a word. The ex-turk known as Vincent Valentine was a silent man, not much for words, and often let the villains monologue their insane plans before he even spoke or reacted by making them meet the firing end of his tri-gun Cerberus. And yet he did not draw his gun either, and simply hung his arms by his side in a peaceful and relaxed manner. The only movement from him now was the air tugging at his tattered cape and making it flutter, even if there was not a chilling wind present passing through the isolated town. He waited for Weiss's brother to react to his presence, one he could only guess he had been eagerly long anticipating.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 24, 2009 22:34:47 GMT -5
"You wanted to dance." Nero stated, almost like he was reprimanding the martial artist.
she flinched as a sudden myriad of gunfire resounded to either side of her. The Turk leaped forward, stumbling and warily watching one of the doppleganger's aim and assuming that the other's would be similar.
As the report of the quadruplets of Nero's black weaponry fell into silence, a flash of red caught Helen's eye for a split moment- she blinked in mild confusion. However, whatever had occurred had made the boy vanish, and she was thankful for that, as Nero's gun was trained on where the boy had been- however, she paused in her victorious thinking as she noted his gun trained on her. Not that his bullets weren't entirely impossible to duck around, but she was becoming tired of constantly being on her toes. A hollow feeling was building in the front of her head, full of some sort of fuzziness that was slowly building and blurring everything within her thoughts.
She felt her arm tense slightly as she closed her hand into a fist, ready to throw a burst of flame or ice at him. However, the action was cut short before it was even started into action as the red blur reappeared, winding and coiling like a phantom smoke. She took a short step back, wary. A leather clad hand emerged from the flurry of red, followed shortly by an arm, then the rest of a dark man's figure.
For a moment, she watched the red and black man skeptically- Surely Nero hadn't called for some sort of ally to aid him in doing whatever he was doing here? The two looked rather similar, as it was, both owning black hair and fair skin- even a relatively similar build... but this new arrival seemed more human. It was almost like there was a fine line between the two and the half on which the winged man was had been blurred, perfected too well and made for but one purpose with naught but instinct.
The cloaked man leaped into the air, suddenly, managing to get to a rather amazing height and velocity for how little force he seemed to put into it. She flinched away from him as she felt him grab her, however gentle the touch might have been, only to realize that he was on her side as he moved her away from the area of impact for the second orb that was created as the twin of the first, and stood in front of him.
The Turk blinked in surprise only to begin scowling to herself as a thought occurred to her- What had taken the universal power so long to send him? Maybe I should be content with the fact that he showed up at all.... he seems to know Nero. Helen's gaze scanned what she could see of the man- long, ragged red cloak, predominantly black clothing, apparently leather... strange footwear and what appeared to be a gauntlet half-visible from her position.
The martial artist decided to be wise rather than gape, and cast restorative magic on herself- the third time that day she had done so. She was on a roll.
[OoC: Wow... xD This is... rather long of a post for me, to put it lightly... Though- there's not that much in it O.o;]
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Post by nero on Aug 25, 2009 7:47:18 GMT -5
Suddenly, the boy vanished and the girl was pulled out of the way from his attack? So once again Vincent was here to save the day? At the moment, his plans were ruined. Now he could not even use Helen as a puppet. "Ah, Vincent we meet again." There was no need to start a fight with Vincent. At this current point in time, there was no need. "I'll take it your not going to leave?" Why did Vincent had to appear now of all times?
Yes he wanted Vincent to come all along but not this soon. Now Nero knew he had to improvise with what he had. Everything could still work, according to his plan. Only if he makes all his actions the correct ones which would lead to his victory. His final actions would be very well complete when both hero's are gone. That is when he would take the souls of all the villagers here. It was the only way he could get Omega back. Only if Weiss was here, everything would be easier. Nero had grown stronger, though he did not know if Vincent had either.
Most likely his old opponent had greatly increased his speed and strength by now right? A cold wind started to pick up, thus making things slightly worse for all of them. Nero could clearly tell that everyone was still watching them. They were probably surprised to see Vincent come in the nick of time? How does he manage to do that all the time? "I suppose you know what I am here for?" Even last time Vincent always finds out what he has done. It is almost like Vincent is acting like a mother or father.
Basically, anything bad a child does the parents always find out. In his case, the same thing normally happens. Even so, Vincent is in no relations to him at all. Nero took a total of three steps forward. Next he looked at the man straight in the eye. They were both different people. However, at the same time they were almost alike. Both of their goals very much different from the others.
In only a couple of seconds Nero realized he needed to find the other DeepGround members. Rosso and Azul would be surly aid him at all costs. They were not friends of his at all, though they shared the same interests. All three of them are members of DeepGround which forces them to aid each other. Working with them would be surly aid him in victory along with revving his brother once more.
(Kind of bad. Sorry.)
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Aug 28, 2009 6:39:16 GMT -5
The only movement to come from the ex-Turk was the flutter of his cape, and the sliding of a black strand from his wild raven hair. Otherwise, he simply stood there as still as a marble statue, facing off against the Tsviet. "Nero." he spoke his name in deep tone that was a mixture of reverance and disgust. He tilted his head slightly to the left as he eyed the Deepground member with curious but intense crimson eyes. What he wanted in a town as small as this, he felt he knew the answer. He did not answer Nero's question if he was going to leave or not, as his stance indicated the obvious.
After a moment's pause, he slowly spoke again. "So that's what you're doing." he said in an understanding tone, as if he were an adult scolding a naughty child that had been caught in the act. He looked over the man thoughtfully with his cold stare, his brow slightly furrowing. For the moment, Helen behind him was completely ignored, so he didn't bother to waste his breath explaining it out loud as he assumed she knew as much or more than him by now. It had taken him a while to get here from the Forgotten City and the weather had not been on his side, but that's what he had been hoping. But judging by the bullet holes he had seen in her battle-damged Turk suit, he could have gotten here a lot sooner and saved the Turk some pain, but then again he didn't know who she really was before today.
He didn't even move when Nero stepped three steps towards him, and met his eye as they played a deadly staring contest, in which the end could mean the drawing of guns and bullets being fired. But as Nero finished his third step towards him, Vincent suddenly whipped out his tri-gun Cerberus and leveled it at Nero's head, the distance between them now no farther than a head's width between the former and the hellhound-head adorned barrels of Cerberus itself. And yet, the AVALANCHE member did not fire, but rather slowly apply pressure on the trigger as if ready to fire. "I don't think so. That's enough. It ends here. Time for you to leave." he said roughly in his authoritive tone. He was giving Nero an ultimatum; either leave and fight for another day, or resume the battle against himself and the Turk with the odds no longer in his favor and his stamina somewhat drained.
What the Turk he had his back to did, he did not care, as long as she did not interfere with how he was handling this. Rufus and his Turks were in an alliance with AVALANCHE, and so far Rufus had honored his half of the deal of not turning evil-minded, but the Turk acting alone on her own behalf could be unpredictable. He foresaw no difficulty, though, as he assumed either way this ended he would inform her what she needed to know on a need-to-know basis. She, he could tolerate, but Nero he could not. Weiss had already attempted to steal his Protomateria and infect Shelke with Darkness, so the news Deepground was back was of no surprise to him. But if they thought they could carry out Hojo's grand plan of re-awakening Omega prematurely and stripping the planet of life again, they were surely mistaken.
(OOC: No Nero, your post was actually good, and Helen's is too.)
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 29, 2009 0:22:07 GMT -5
[OoC: Yah- Go ahead and skip me for this round because I don't wanna rant foreverz ^^; All I'd wind up doing is reiterating. Nero's turn!]
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Post by nero on Aug 29, 2009 13:47:47 GMT -5
Nero took a good look at Vincent when he pointed his gun directly at his head. "Here I thought you were happy to see me Vincent." He was very well not going to leave until he gets what he came here for. At the time being plan A was terminated. Since he very well cannot use Helen anymore he could try and get the others. How to get 'them' out here were the fun really is? Nero knew if he starts a fight now it would be very hard to win. Since leaving was not a option a fight must happen.
"So you wish to dance as well?" Nero clearly could tell Helen could not take much more. Perhaps one more bullet and she is done for completely. The longer he could stall the more energy he can recover, for the moment. He was certain he should not use his teleport ability for half the new match. The more he would teleport for his attacks the more energy wasted. Unfortunately at this point he needs to wait for his energy to regain.
"You seem angry. Why is that?" He said in a rather calm tone. Suddenly, he saw a door open. Could this be his chance? "I believe that it is time to collect some souls." Ever so gracefully Nero made his way over to the opened door. He walked through the doors and saw a rather tall man in front of him. Along with a wife and two kids. With only a snap of his fingers his darkness arrived in the house. Slowly eating and devouring the wife and kids.
With one hand, he pushed the man causing him to fall in. Nero watched the man struggle. The moaning from the darkness could be herd throughout the area. In only seconds the family and the darkness was gone. "Four soul's collected." Nero almost wanted to laugh. However, it was just not his nature. Vincent needs to stop underestimating him each and every time. Both his black guns appeared in his hands. The dance begins now.
(Short and a little shaky. Sorry.)
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