Industrial Warehouse
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqtxwpwX2jU
Through the shadows of the doorway, the head of the omen hiding within the pencil could be seen, eyes glowing crimson. It let out a horrible roar, Rez's cue to brace himself for whatever was to come next. He let go of his apprehension: It was do or die now, and he sure as hell wasn't about to die. Every single nerve in his body recalled all of the training he had received in the art of swordplay, including his own practices. Cerastes retracted, recognizing that Rez was ready for combat. He flipped the blade around in his hand and dropped into a preparatory combat stance.
The creature roared once more and rushed at Rez, leaping to tackle him. He deftly evaded, sliding along the side of the creatures belly as it soared past. As it landed and spun around, it snarled at Rez, who had turned to face it once more. The two stared each other down, circling one another. Rez feinted an attack in an effort to provoke the creature into lunging at him. It worked, and the Omen leaped at him once more, only to be evaded once more. Only this time, the Omen caught a Sawtooth in the belly, opening a long gash in its side. The creatures screeched angrily.
"Rezar, aim at the Omen and call my name, followed by the command: Strike!" Cerastes demanded.
"If you say s-WHOA!?" Rez started before being cut off by yet another pounce. He rolled out of the way and rose to his feet quickly. He stepped forward with his dominant foot, aimed Cerastes at the Omen and cried out.
"CERASTES! STRIKE!" He bellowed. The blade in his hand extended forwards quickly, the ending digit rotating so as to be poised at the creature. Before it could react, Cerastes sank its fang deep into the Omen's flesh.
"Now, Rezar, command me to Bite!"
"CERASTES! BITE!" He commanded. The ending digit rotated to its original position and the sword retracted, tearing out a sizable porting of the beast's flesh.
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqtxwpwX2jU
Through the shadows of the doorway, the head of the omen hiding within the pencil could be seen, eyes glowing crimson. It let out a horrible roar, Rez's cue to brace himself for whatever was to come next. He let go of his apprehension: It was do or die now, and he sure as hell wasn't about to die. Every single nerve in his body recalled all of the training he had received in the art of swordplay, including his own practices. Cerastes retracted, recognizing that Rez was ready for combat. He flipped the blade around in his hand and dropped into a preparatory combat stance.
Spoiler: omen
The creature roared once more and rushed at Rez, leaping to tackle him. He deftly evaded, sliding along the side of the creatures belly as it soared past. As it landed and spun around, it snarled at Rez, who had turned to face it once more. The two stared each other down, circling one another. Rez feinted an attack in an effort to provoke the creature into lunging at him. It worked, and the Omen leaped at him once more, only to be evaded once more. Only this time, the Omen caught a Sawtooth in the belly, opening a long gash in its side. The creatures screeched angrily.
"Rezar, aim at the Omen and call my name, followed by the command: Strike!" Cerastes demanded.
"If you say s-WHOA!?" Rez started before being cut off by yet another pounce. He rolled out of the way and rose to his feet quickly. He stepped forward with his dominant foot, aimed Cerastes at the Omen and cried out.
"CERASTES! STRIKE!" He bellowed. The blade in his hand extended forwards quickly, the ending digit rotating so as to be poised at the creature. Before it could react, Cerastes sank its fang deep into the Omen's flesh.
"Now, Rezar, command me to Bite!"
"CERASTES! BITE!" He commanded. The ending digit rotated to its original position and the sword retracted, tearing out a sizable porting of the beast's flesh.
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