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Oh.

Before I forget, goodbye, my unnamed antagonist, the full incarnation of Angra Mainyu, God of Curses

:D

fun times



see you next time, space cowboys

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Goodbye, Gilgamesh, Wanderer, Lucas, Ezra, Hakumen, Vlad, Alucard, and Belmont.


Also r.i.p. Gilgamesh vs. Karna, that was super fun.




but yeah later folks







E: customary fuck satoshi, well done nachos


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Vlad Drăculea


The warlord's eyes narrowed.

"Bring them before me. I will grant them a brief audience before I depart, but no more."

He reclined back into the shadows of his throne, ever-watchful, ever the lord of war.

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Ezra Longinia


"Really. Only one of us is holding a weapon."

The lance that the black knight was holding disappeared, evaporating as it encountered the foreign energies of the Servant. Something made from the spearman's blood could easily be dispelled at a thought. Ezra very slowly lowered his spear.

"I don't know who you are. The people you sheltered were dead, though. You know that. You can also probably guess that they've killed people... but I guess it doesn't matter. I'll leave because I can. I don't think I could beat you in a fight."

Having said as much, surprisingly neutral for a man who had been fighting – and winning – a battle for his life against four vampires, the spearman swung the Lance over his shoulders, and slowly retreating backwards, started to swing around the corner.


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Vlad Drăculea


"While it does, indeed, bring me some pain to say it, I will be venturing by myself from this castle shortly. I will return precisely three hours from my time of departure. In the meantime..." his golden eyes burned from the shadows at his ever-faithful servant.

"How is our guest?"

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Ezra Longinia


Jesus Christ!

A knight clad in the blackest armor Ezra had ever seen had come running in out of nowhere, screaming like a berserker. The knight grabbed Ezra's spear, and he instinctively let go, throwing himself to the side as the knight roared at the vampires to flee, another Lance of blood forming and solidifying in his hands. This was dangerous, he could tell that much.




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Wanderer


The horseman put his face in his hands, sighing as his 'nephew' went running off with a demon. Well, the virus can take care of itself, he reasoned, but still... the eternal cowboy looked down at the parasite sitting at his feet. His eyes flared white, the crashing sounds from the building covering up what transpired.

Shaking his head, the horseman looked over to the chaos the child was causing, before holding up his hands to the sky. Stepping over the scorch mark in the pavement, Wanderer started to walk. Lacie had never given him so much trouble, not once...



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Vlad Drăculea

The king of the castle tapped his finger on the stone arm of his throne only twice. That, as it had been before, was more than enough.

"Butler. Your master calls."

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War took a single step back, just to avoid any unnecessary swings from Vanguard. In opposition, his opponent was blown back, cracks forming in the metal armor that held his opponent's form.

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"Who... are you?"

"You know me, boy. I walk with you every day. I am War, and you, I am afraid, are about to die.

His form consumed by writhing shadows and flame, still holding back, the personified form of every weapon, every war to ever take place pulled forth the greatest of all blades.

The Nameless Sword.

In his hand did it reside, and as a brilliant light began to shine from his brow, six wings of incandescent flame unfurled from his back, shrieking in anguish, melting the concrete and the metal and the glass around him, magnifying the aura of battle until it would choke a man, crushing down with scent of blood and steel.

A single step, and then the great sword swung down with more force than anything before.

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Wanderer vs. Vanguard


War shrugged again as the spear pierced his opponent's chest. It wasn't unexpected – after all, he had been holding back the whole time.

"Hardy, aren't you? Let's put it to the test."

The cowboy's mouth began to warp as Vanguard approached him, and as the might halberd swung down...

"Don't presume so much, Metal Knight."

War's eyes were glowing, flesh darkening, tendrils of shadow and flame emerging from his rapidly changing arm as he blocked the halberd with a simple sword, blade refusing to bend as he held back the attack with ease.

"Durandal, shatter his head."

The holy sword flicked out with all of War's superior strength behind it, and then swung down so fast it disappeared, flashing in a deadly arc to split Vanguard down the middle.

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Wanderer vs. Vanguard


War shrugged, casting off his previous trappings of humanity without a care. It was almost nauseating, the sudden aura that sprung from him, enveoping hte world in the smell of blood and steel, paining the corner of the eye with a crimson haze of fury.

"Well, you managed to survive. Clearly you can't pull that trick again, so I suppose I could say... that the only head to be lost will be yours?"

Wanderer hefted a spear that he had pulled out of nowhere, the weapon of a war god that had made its way back to him, as all weapons do, borne from him and returned to him in an endless cycle of bloodshed. He expertly twirled it in his hands and pulled it back, targeting Vanguard.

"Let's see you dodge this, then – Ibar!"

The spear of Lugh was thrown, bursting apart at the seams with crackling energy as Gae Assail sped towards its foe, the enchantment placed upon it so long ago ensuring that the spear of Yew would hit its mark.

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Wanderer vs. Vanguard


War raised an eyebrow.

"Not bad."

However, it was too late. The physical incarnation of every war to ever exist lifted his hand above his head and pointed it at Vanguard. He began to mutter under his breath, eyes slightly unfocused as he brought more and more of his power to bear. It was, in all honesty, going to be a little tricky, but he wanted to slip the leash a little, the violence inside of him having been held back for well over a generation.

And... there.

"Vayvayastra!"


The divine weapon of the Skies soared forth from Wanderer's hands – and detonated as soon as it touched Vanguard, releasing winds that shattered every window nearby, unleashing might that could lift any army, shrieking gales shearing straight through concrete.

War grimaced. Using something so strong in this form was taxing, and he probably would not be able to use something of that strength again for a little, but every now and then he felt the urge to cut loose, and so he had.

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Wanderer vs. Vanguard


The shotgun pellets bounced off of the constructs armor, as Wanderer had expected them too. Clearly, this fight would need a more... persuasive touch. Something in line with his older preferences. As Vanguard leapt towards the cowboy, gauntlets crackling with tremendous energy, Wanderer raised a single hand.

"I am... in no mood to play!"

War's eyes blazed with power as the Horseman drew on an inner reserve, hand flung out towards Vanguard, who still hung in the air, falling towards War with tremendous speed.


A massive blade, taller and wider than a building burst forth, the power of all weapons calling forth the great sword to strike Vanguard down. There would not be a chance for mercy.

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Wanderer vs. Vanguard
Rebel 1
Action!



Wanderer very quietly scratched the light stubble that covered his chin. He didn't need to shave, or to trim his long, shaggy hair, but appearances should probably be kept. Either way... the eternal cowboy stared down the hunk of metal e that had challenged him to a fight. There had been no real need to accept, but the creature had been insistent and eventually, Wanderer had given in after his patience had been worn down.

His prismatic eyes meeting the soldier's helm, the physical incarnation of War on Earth casually raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger, spewing flame and hot lead at the metal thing before him.

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Ezra Longinia


Ezra's spear ripped straight through the vampire – it didn't matter if it touched the heart or not, because the holiest of spears only acknowledged the inhuman as something to be cleansed, and struck all the more for it.

Even as his momentum made him pivot on his heels, the spearman's instincts fired off a warning, and he turned at the same time as Buffy, blocking her kidney punch by letting her punch the spear instead. The force he was using matched hers, but as the spear shaft started to bend Ezra stepped back once, then twice, then – the Lance flickered like a serpent's tongue, stabbing out at the vampire's stomach with deadly force.

It didn't matter where the Lance hit, as long as the wound would be fatal... so then, a stab to the stomach would burn at the vampire with unbearable intensity.

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Wanderer

Wanderer very quietly looked down, and then up at the sky, spreading his hands as if to say 'why?'. There was, of course, no answer, and the eternal cowboy focused his attention back on PARIAH before shaking his head.

His patience could only last so long, but for now, he would wander as he always had.

"Let us go, PARIAH."

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Ezra Longinia


The female vampire dodged the Lance, which was fine, because that's what he had planned for. The spear flicked back almost lazily as Ezra pivoted, his stance shifting as Spike's fist went towards his face. It was almost sad, really. They weren't as strong as the vampires he had fought before, and he was about to teach them a valuable lesson.

"Don't play with your food-!"

The Lance moved so fast it blurred, the spearman kicking himself into gear as the shaft absorbed the power of Spike's fist, letting the vampire's strength combine with Ezra's own to whip upwards. The vampire had tried to dodge backwards, but the blade could not be avoided, and with a clean stroke – it severed his arm from his body, ripping through flesh, carving through bone with its miraculous power, a power that had defended humanity since the time of Christ.

And then, as Spike recoiled in pain, Ezra's eyes found the female vampire.

The spear point halted and blurred into motion again, pointing itself at Drusillia before Ezra let it fly, the shaft sliding through his hands in a controlled stab, which she promptly dodged. But then, the hands grabbing the Lance tightened, and pulled, and the ancient spearhead swung through the air in a deadly arc... aiming right for Drusillia's unprotected body.

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Ezra Longinia


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"I think you should come to us, Dearie.  Look into my eyes.  Be in me . . ."

Ezra raised in eyebrow at her, hands tightening on the Lance. Its weight reassured him, familiar as it was, a great weapon that was a part of him and all of his family before him. He could not be lead astray when such a terrible beauty was already before him to begin with–!

"Is that the best you've got? Fine, then. This has gone on long enough."

A kick.

Ezra sprung off of the ground, holding the lance tight to his body. Everything he had said before, what he had said now implied that Drusillia would be his target; but he shifted at the last second, and the deadly tongue of the Lance thrust out at Spike, intent on destroying him once and for all.

Even a touch from one of the greatest holy weapons of all time would sear the flesh of a vampire. The blade itself would kill.

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