[Replication – the enigmatic skill assimilated from Raven. It is seemingly limitless in its applications, but the replication of living beings is an extraordinary usage of the ability. However, it does not precisely recreate every facet of the reference. The strength, speed, toughness–all of those attributes scale in accordance to the user and their perception of the being they create.
In Finn's mind, he sees his friend as an ever-reliable bulwark."]
["Spring Foot"] ["Supercharge"] ["Orcish Boost"]
The short distance of just a few ters was covered in an instance as he saw the opening created by Damian while one arm was occupied by the Devil. Rather than placing it into his legs, the "Supercharge" filled his arm with a surge of strength as though batteries had been fired up within his joints.
He closed the distance by swiftly stabbing his blade right into the chest of the devilish man, letting it sink down to the handle.
Yet–
Squelch.
–At the sa ti his dagger entered the enemy's torso, a flood of liquid seed to fill his mouth as a burning sensation radiated from his cheek. Right through his cheek, piercing through his mouth and out of the other side, the man's knife pushed.
Even with his blade buried in his chest with Damian's axe halfway through the bulging forearm, the Devil stood strong, not budging an inch yet even as his body trembled.
'I definitely stabbed his heart. Just what is this guy made out of? Nothing about him is human–it's not,' he thought.
As if proving his suspicions, the black-haired man pushed back, flexing his entire body as the axe was forced out of his hand. Before the dagger could be grabbed, Finn withdrew it, sliding back as the man's knife was plucked from his cheek.
"Pyuh!--"
Finn spat out a lob of blood and saliva from his mouth, though it still seeped down his bottom lip. Like a raindrop splattering on the sidewalk of a brisk night, the crimson dribble landed as everything else was deafened out.
The finish line was just ahead, and falling just short of it would be death; it needed to be crossed.
["Wild Instinct"]
All other thoughts were blocked out except hunting the enemy before him; like the feral eyes of an apex predator, he locked onto the man before beginning his mad dash. Blood leaked from his mouth as his skewered cheeks hid nothing from his teeth behind.
He t the killer halfway, rapidly slashing his daggers at his body, dodging at the sa ti from the knife. It was as difficult as ever to land a proper strike, though his animalistic mindset allowed him to freely maneuver as well.
Amidst their exchange of sharpness–
[Naless] slipped back as the massive axe dropped down right between them, slamming into the concrete. The impact cracked the ground, splitting it into chunks as the nearby shelves swayed, bringing boxes to collapse from up high and rain down on top of them.
In that mont of the cardboard storm, Finn's eyes darted, attempting to find where the man had slipped away. With far too many objects obscuring his line of sight with the man, he twisted his footing, sparking a rise of air–
["Wind Upheaval"]
Like a split-second storm, a cyclone of unruly wind spun itself around him, blasting away the weightless boxes. The mont the cardboard was sent in every direction, he spun around, hearing that near silent footstep for only a single instance.
–Nothing.
Yet, he didn't let up; he imdiately dropped down with no ti to react, pushing both legs up into a kick with all of his strength. Without having even looked back until both boots were sent forth, he perfectly found the enemy as his soles slamd against the veiny forearms.
The unpredictable nature of the killer was becoming predictable; if he thought he knew where he was, then the right choice was the opposite.
As he kicked at the guarding arms, he jumped to his feet, following up as he discarded his daggers, swapping to a different weapon seamlessly–
["Winged Spear"]
The change in range was enough to catch the elusive killer's guard. He pushed the spear forward, piercing through the right shoulder of the naless figure with enough strength that it practically blew the chunk right off.
Even with most of the shoulder being blown off by the strike, Finn found the shaft of the weapon grabbed as he was tugged forward with it by the man. There was not a wince nor a change in those black pearl eyes; the killer simply moved to kill, the sa as ever.
In that split-second, the only choice he had was to discard it, allowing the spear to dematerialize as he ducked down. The incoming knife slashed through the tallest hairs on his head, sending a shiver through his scalp of its lethal sharpness.
At the sa mont he was forced to bend his knees, the killer did the sa as Damian arrived from behind, swinging that heavy axe overhead. It passed with a strong breeze, bringing him to et eye-to-eye with the sinister man for just a mont.
From that position, he didn't choose to stand before issuing launching another attack:
["Hydrostatic Pressure"]
He used the spider-assimilated skill to spring his spear-wielding arm forward with lethal speed. It cracked the sound, piercing the sound barrier.
The naless man leaned back, causing the end of the fast-moving spear to drag across his face. While it didn't pierce his head, it did maim his lips and nose, leaving the sinister figure's face further obscured in blackened blood.
Finn hopped to his feet, not being able to take a single step before witnessing the inhuman killer spring towards him. It was too fast; far too agile and aggressive for the man with a maid heart.
Preparing himself to have to risk his body to counter that incoming knife–he was intercepted.
The bulky figure in armor ca between him and the sinister knife, taking it into his own body in his place.
"Damian–" Finn muttered in a mont of clarity.
Seeing the friend of his, even if only a re replication, commit the selfless act felt all too real. As the knife was torn upward through the torso of the doppelganger, it was relinquished into a puddle of black.
'Thanks for having my back, buddy,' Finn thanked.
There was nothing standing between them now as he moved forward just as the naless man did as well. He didn't shy away from eting with those inhuman, pitch-black irises; they were so intensely crafted with malice that he didn't fear them looking at him any other way.
Not a single droplet of hesitation was left within him; not a drop of rcy nor restraint. At the very least, the two were equal on one aspect, agreeable on the sa thought: "I'm going to kill him."
In place of the spear, he called on sothing much more vulgar in its violence; the axe that was not ant to be wielded by a man his size, borrowed from one much more suited. If simple stabs or slashes weren't cutting it, the idea was to completely obliterate the enemy with the much larger weapon.
As the skulking figure lunged at him, he dragged the axe across the split concrete, digging it in and carving it up in its path. He swung it up, launching a wave of sedint with it right towards the naless one's face. Stay updated through empire
The heavy swing managed to be sidestepped, though the wind pressure alone managed to send a gash across the enemy's chest. Yet, there was no opportunity to celebrate as Finn found himself imdiately countered.
"Ngh!--"
The man stepped in before he could lift the axe again, forcing him to dismiss the weapon as he moved to stop the knife. It ca towards his chest, though to his surprise, it was dropped from the man's hand.
'What?' He questioned.
The action made little sense to him as he watched the knife drop to the ground in that split-second, glancing up as he realized the figure pressed the distance still. Before he could move back, he was t face-to-face, closer than ever before with the naless devil.
He saw it; that vicious smile that exuded utter joy in the act of bloodshed, twisted by inhuman malice. As he t with those hate-filled eyes, his ears popped–
Both index fingers were shoved into his ear canals, jabbed in like blades as his eardrums were utterly crushed. It was a pain unlike any other; a different sensation from being maid, feeling as though his entire head exploded.
Blood gushed from his ears as the killer's fingers were withdrawn, leaving Finn to stumble back as only a blaring ringing filled his violated sense.
'My ears–I can't hear anything…my balance–' He thought, feeling as though the room was now spinning as warmth flowed down from his brutalized ears.
Attempting to straighten himself out, he was forced to call his daggers into his hands as the man pressed him without wasting a mont. Without his sense of hearing, the only thing resembling "sound" were the vibrations he felt from the rapid pace of the enemy coming at him.
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