[3] Bloodsport.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud appears. He's a little nasty at the time -- splattered with monster guts and carrying a sword equally disgusting. There is a large slash down his right arm; but it heals smoothy; inhumanly quickly as he sets down two jars -- each with a jewel.]

They're destroying my city. It's eating everything. Pfft. Bahumat imposer  What the hell.

[Cue astral monster. It's vicious, and insanely fast. Cloud raises his massive sword.]

Shit...

[And now, battlefield, baby.]

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[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

[steps up next to Cloud] Perhaps we would have an easier time of it if there were two of us? [pulling out his wand] They seem to be quite evenly matched against one.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud looks at Albus, little perturbed on how this strange man ended up in his world. But he smiles, just a little, and raises his already-bloody sword. And he seems to know what he's doing.] Yeah. sure. Which one first?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the one headed towards the pub? Although - I suppose, for you, it may not be a pub. But that matters little at the moment. [raises his wand and points it at the monster so that Cloud knows which one he's talking about.] I believe I can keep it immobilised long enough for you to strike.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

Wha-SHIT. [Cloud is not really bright at times. Also, he lives in a bar.] That's where I live! The kids... [sword up, charging ahead and pretty panicked.]

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Where you live? [runs after him and swishes his wand. a jet of yellow light comes out, hits the monster, and paralyzes it.]

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

Mmm. Thanks. {and now he's off -- sword the size of his body raised and he's determined -- running up its huge leg. gravity eventually realizes him, so he digs the adapted sword neatly into its chest. the thing hardly notices. the jewel is out of reach, so he goes for the beast's throat instead -- punching solidly through its armor-skin. it's messy, but seemingly harmful. not pretty.]

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

[Albus is still concentrating on keeping his spell going, to keep it immobilised. He calls up to Cloud:] Do not worry about the jewel; I can summon it when the creature is down. Tell me when you believe you've damaged it enough and I will release it.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[no response, but Cloud heard him. he's concentrated on manually destroying the things throat with his hands, and its working. blood all over, not pretty. but, eventually, the throat is firmly destroyed and there's no chance of it surviving. cloud flips down to the ground neatly, grabbing tsuragi along the way. hoarse, satisfied voice.] It has to die -- you can release it now.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

[Albus nods at Cloud. The stream of yellow light breaks and the monster begins to tip forward. Before it can fall to the ground and cover the jewel in its front, Albus swiftly waves his wand, and the jewel flies out towards his outstretched hand. He grabs it as the monster crashes to the ground.]

That was really quite extraordinary. [He puts the jewel into a jar.] Graphic, but extraordinary. I cannot imagine how you wield that sword without magic.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud absentmindedly wipes gore off his face, and spares Albus a slight smile. Little boy lost is not used to people complimenting him. Oh, but t hen he realizes what kind of strength he has and it disappears.]

Things. Not as natural as magic...but. Thanks.
[Hefts up monstrous sword and eyes another monster.] Hmm.