Amaimon cracked his neck.
"My question is: Are you?"
"My question is: Are you?"
(Sorry, forgot about this)
Narrator grins. “I’m a celestial, I’m always ready.”
Narrator grins. “I’m a celestial, I’m always ready.”
He laughed at the slight irony.
"All right, then.." He said, flying up in the air. He looked for a space in the Narrator's defenses.
"All right, then.." He said, flying up in the air. He looked for a space in the Narrator's defenses.
Narrator is gone, his voice echoing around Amaimon. “Where am i….. where will i strike… can you tell?”
He drew a shortsword from his belt, poised to strike if the Narrator did.
Alastair is behind him, round house kicking him into the ground.
He slashed at the force with his sword, hoping to do some damage.
Amaimon landed gracefully on the ground, growling angrily.
Amaimon landed gracefully on the ground, growling angrily.
Narrator simply pushes the sword aside with his hand, a slight cut appearing.
He grinned when he wounded the Narrator.
Suddenly, Amaimon dashed toward the Narrator with startling speed
Suddenly, Amaimon dashed toward the Narrator with startling speed
Alastair simply side steps him, sweeping his legs.
Amaimon fell, then looked up at him.
"Damn it.. I actually have to try with this guy.." He said, standing up. He took to the air again, cautious.
"Damn it.. I actually have to try with this guy.." He said, standing up. He took to the air again, cautious.
Narrator laughs snapping his fingers as gravity increasing ten fold for Amaimon.
He fell quickly, agitated. Amaimon waited for Narrator to make a move.
Alastor simply narrows his eyes. "Hmm... i did want to try this power...." With his omnipotence, his eyes change into the Rinnegan, and holds his hand out. "Chibaku Tensei! Catastrophic Planetary Devastation!" The ground rises beneath Amaimon, forming a sphere around his as his body is surrounded by large chunks of rock, slowly crushing him.
Amaimon's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Damn it.. He thought, but then got an idea.
"Releasing.. specimen three-hundred. The Lycan of Dispair.."
Suddenly, a large wolf-thing appeared behind Narrator, trying to tear at him ruthlessly.
Damn it.. He thought, but then got an idea.
"Releasing.. specimen three-hundred. The Lycan of Dispair.."
Suddenly, a large wolf-thing appeared behind Narrator, trying to tear at him ruthlessly.
Narrator simply grabs the snout of the monster, crushing it as he slams it into the ground. "What an annoying creature. Might've gotten me if it wasn't so loud and slobbery."
His eyes widened. What..? How?
"Releasing specimen four-hundred-fifteen-thousand and twelve. The Masked Maiden." He called.
A woman wearing a blank mask appeared, she was sobbing. She held her hand out to Narrator. "Help.. me.."
"Releasing specimen four-hundred-fifteen-thousand and twelve. The Masked Maiden." He called.
A woman wearing a blank mask appeared, she was sobbing. She held her hand out to Narrator. "Help.. me.."
Alastor ignores her. "Yeah, seen things like that before, not falling for it."
Amaimon laughed.
The woman's mask started to crack. "Please.."
The woman's mask started to crack. "Please.."