Re-Tuul's wings spread out from his back in an instant, alighting with a malevolent orange glow. In an instant, the beams ripped out of the ocular designs, spearing through the bolo net and the vines, incinerating them both. The engineered demon lifted up his hands, readying antimatter to obliterate them all.
"Dammit!" R.D. snarled back at his companions, a gemstone and a satchel appearing in his hands. "Run, now! Chaos CONTROL!"
As the Chaos Emerald flared, he flung it and the pack at Matt and Alasea respectively. In a moment, thunder clapped and the others were warped away in a blaze of emerald light, to the castle gates.
"You're that eager to die?" Re-Tuul said, lowering his arms and folding his wings back as he began stepping forward. "You've still got your guts, kid."
R.D. said nothing in reply, but began walking forward to meet his nemesis halfway.
"I'd hate it if your excuse for losing was to protect your friends. But it won't save them," the demon continued, spitting the words. As they neared, R.D.'s left fist swung out, impacting against Re-Tuul's own left fist. Overhead, black portals ripped into existence, opening gateways that spat out a plethora of winged monstrosities.
"A debt made by blood's a debt to be paid by blood!" the demon crooned, grinning insanely. Their arms flashed out, Azurewrath's blade and the Khaglessi greatsword parrying off each other. "That's my way of doing things!"
Topic: An RPG
The ongoing story of the people aboard the S.S. Calmwaters



