Hunting Legion Raiding Camp

The ugly creature, well into its charge, took the thrown pole right into where Dimitri had aimed. It didn’t stop it, nor really deviate its course, only had seemingly stunned it for a second. Everyone was able to get out of it’s way in time, and so it ran by them before it tried stopping itself and turning around towards. It showed signs of damage, but nothing of dieing or yielding. The area where Dimitri had hit resulted in putting its main eye out, splinters grotesquely scattered in the eye and the flesh around it. Blood and liquid green fluid poured like a fountain, but it seemed as if this thing did not even care. It either ignored Warlord Shintaro Nishida and Osma Gaiman, or just didn’t see them run away, because it now readied itself against the lycan. Similar to its charge, but slower and more controlled, it marched forward on it’s two raw meat legs, but swang and flailed its massive arms and tentacles out infront of itself, strong enough to easily crush any of the foes present, even Dimitri. He’d have to get out of the way, or stop the abomination from attacking if he didn’t want to get pulverized.
Meanwhile, there was also a line of Hunting Legion spearmen amassing behind Dimitri, but they kept their range if he tried attacking them.

It almost seemed that Warlord Shintaro Nishida and Osma Gaiman were in the clear, if the bandits weren’t shooting at them. Arrows whizzed by, and even with their steed, evading all of them was impossible. Either Disco or Warlord Shintaro Nishida would likely be struck. It also seemed that some few bandits were closing in around their direct escape in the forest, if they dared try and jump over or through them, they’d be impaled by multiple crude spears. It wasn’t a good way to die, but certainly better than whatever the hell that other thing was.
((Screw the dice thing then. Dang newbies. XD))

Osma heard Disco neigh in pain and bellow in effort to do has commanded. She heard the whiz of arrows and felt a cut upon her bare ankle and thigh. She hissed as she looked to her wounds. Nothing some self healing would not fix. But those stupid lizard morons had hit her!

She shifted with the intent to look over Shin's shoulder as if she could see THE ONE who was gonna pay for that later. In so doing, she saw the spear line.

For fucking realz?

Oh no. Oh, no they didn't. Osma turned on the horse and placed her hands over Shin's. She pulled back on the animal before they reached the spear tips. "Oh my Goddess." She ran her judgemental eye down the row of knolls and scaley thingys. With a scoff, she shifted and moved her leg over Disco's flicking ears, flashing them in the process. She sat like a man with legs dangling on either side of the horse. Shin directly against her back.

One knoll stood out to her. "Riakilla, we talked about this. You know know how fat your arms look when you hold a spear like that. Elongation! Fix your footing. Stretch out your arms. And you, what are you doing? Don't let mucus just run down your nose. Suck it up. Both nostrils. And you, pull that fish skeleton out from between your teeth! No one wants to kiss that."

Osma took a breath and turned Disco to walk down the treeline, but he only turned his head. Over her shoulder, she whispered to Shin, "Make him walk. I have a plan."

To the troops, she spoke with the authority of a Queen. "Now, who just had amazing sex? Mmmmm? Are you going to let some crabby thing that crawled out of Davy Jone's Locker ruin your future plowing? Are you? If that thing kills us all, if it destroys all of Aozora, will any of you ladies get to use that secret weapon we talked about?"

The mighty Bend and Snap!

"What about all those free drinks at the pub? What about the tricks I said I would teach you to get your man to skin that deer before he brings it home for supper? No more fur in your digestive tracts! And men, do not think I will forsake you. You will allow us to pass safely into Aozora and I, Lady Osma Gaiman, will teach you the question of the ages! Kill that thing and I shall teach you what women really want!"

The creature seemed oddly dumb, as it still thought Dimitri was standing there, and thus, charged at the lifeless dirt figure. With ease it plowed through it, scattering soil everywhere, and leaving nothing of it standing. Now that it thought the biggest threat was dead, it was now facing the line of spear-bandits, and sought to kill them. Again it rushed at them, with thick raw arms flailing about towards the much smaller helpless beings. It smashed into their line, send multiple mangled bodies into the air, while the spears pierced the abomination’s flesh, but also splashed hazardous acid from the pustules onto the unknowing bandits. The demon stopped when it was struck by the spear line, giving any survivors on the flanks to encircle flesh monster, and prod at it from a distance. The archers led by Nat'ia stayed in the rear, and launched another barrage into it’s forehead.


Whether or not they had clearly heard Osma Gaiman, it didn’t look very good for them, the situation, they looked pretty good. It didn’t seem as if they were following her advice, but as they were distracted, the troops whom were along the forest had emerged into the clearing to charge and attempt to encircle Warlord Shintaro Nishida and Osma Gaiman who were riding Disco. Only a few seconds, and they’d likely be surrounded if they did not move.

Shintaro had Disco backtrack and circle around to avoid them being surrounded and made way to the Ao soldiers. Once they rejoin the troops their safety would be secured.

The bandits duel the dark creature would only notice Dimitri’s new form when it shredded the demon spawn apart. Uncontested, Dimitri could easily get behind the beast and drive the ends of his claws in it’s soft back. It began to tear in half, spreading acidic toxins on his hands and arms. The flesh divided, and it was made into two pieces, each being cast off to either side of Dimitri. Each half seemed to keep fighting for a few moments while it was on the ground, but eventually each part shriveled up and slowly dissolved from the acid.

He now faced the line of spearmen (who some were burnt by the abomination’s blood when it was split) who were just fighting the very creature Dimitri had torn apart. Whether shocked in terror by their new opponent or awestruck by the great demon being split in two, the group of spearmen stood their ground. There was a horn sounding in the rear, but whether that signalled a charge or a retreat, was unknown.