Gridlock

[Anomaly]

OOC (Good idea. Pity Oketsu's aura techniques are special tech linked to his soul rather than actual magic. Watch for spells when I use Blood Kant, there will be a little chanting associated with a few of those spells.)

Oketsu feels the life force of his enemy drain into him. Though he may have professed Yuwain to be a weakling, all life has blood, and to this being blood is power. There is a moment of distortion as the hyena-man cries his own rebuke, some strange counter spell designed perhaps to stop the crimson lightning and drain Oketsu of his own strength. Yet the spell has little effect...Oketsu's aura, constantly replenished by each droplet of blood, each fragment of life it steals, cannot be disrupted in a magical fashion. Not while it is actively soaking in blood.

The onslaught of lightning bolts halt none the less. The crimson aura surrounding the young man relents, dying down until it only surrounds his arms and legs. "You don't care that you're weak?" A look of disgust clouds the enraged creatures face, "How can you hope to defend anything, brave knight, if you have no strength?" Hatred rises off of the man like a scent. His aura intensifies, but rather than expanding it focuses. "How can you hope to stop me from doing this?!"

He slams his hand through a nearby overturned van, the single chop enough to slice the vehicle in two, spilling the charred and mutilated corpses trapped within onto the hot concrete. A pool of semi blackened blood covers the ground, widening until Oketsu stands at its center. Spreading his hands palms down, Oketsu whispers gently, calling to the blood.

"Ζωή πέρα από τη ζωή η οποία πλημμύρες αυτή η γη. Βράστε! Ζεματίστε τη σάρκα του!"
("Life beyond life that floods this earth. Boil! Scald his flesh!")

As if heated by the fires of hell, the blood begins to steam and bubble around Okestu's feet. His crimson aura ignites, spreading like flames from his feet, igniting the ichor, spreading in a ripple through the expanding puddle. As the ripple widens, the burning crimson flow rises into a wave, and threatens to wash over Yuwain and those not yet dead writhing on the ground.

OOC( That was a spell, so if Rasp is still in effect you can have its power diminish)

[Mokkan Brushtail]

[Yeah Rasp is still in effect]
"You don't care that you're weak?" A look of disgust clouds the enraged creatures face, "How can you hope to defend anything, brave knight, if you have no strength?" Hatred rises off of the man like a scent. His aura intensifies, but rather than expanding it focuses.
"How can I hope to defend anything if I always think I'm weak, oh and I'm not a knight, I'm a templar."
The man (Should the being be considered human) began to chant, then the blood pooled around his feet ignited, the flames were high, but Yuwain was unsurprised to find out they weren't giving off as much heat as they should, that's why he loved Rasp; but still he could only save one of the four victims around him they seemed to realize this and pushed the youngest, a little girl of 12, forward. Yuwain picked her up, lept away, put her down, and walked back towards Oketsu. He spoke one word,
"Hurry." he had cast Hast on himself,efficiently making him much faster than normal for a time.

[Anomaly]

OOC(kind of leaving yourself open, eh?)

"Oh, excuse me! I'm sure there's a huge difference between a knight and a templar! I bet that it doesn't even basically amount to killing in the name of a deity instead of a country! Will you ever be able to forgive me?!" His smile returns, as those who remain around him are awash in the power of his flood. They should have burned to death rather quickly, but instead they bake slowly alive. Skin popping open as the flesh par boils and their juices seep out into a puddle, their screams of anguish are incredibly sweet.

"You're not too bright are you?" The blood soaking the battle field, instead of expanding further with the fresh blood of those killed, seems to recede. It cools as it flows backwards...absorbing steadily into the man that stands at the center of the crimson flames. Awash in power, he steps forward, leaving foot prints like gaping holes in the pool of blood that only fill once he's taken a few steps closer to Yuwain.

"Hurry."

The pale man pauses at that. "Hurry?" he actually seems puzzled by this, "Well if you insist." Holding back this entire time, the crimson aura surrounding Oketsu explodes, sending wreckage and limp bodies flying in every direction. Every pore of his being pours forth an intense killing lust, tongues of scarlet flame and vermilion lightning lapping over his body. Swords in the hundreds materialize around his form, orbiting in a razor edged maelstrom of death. Madness in his eyes and joy in his heart he roars with laughter.

"Dodge this pretty boy!" Each blade orients on the templar, glowing blades aimed tip first. Oketsu surges forward, a wall of swords heralding his coming, power exuding from every inch of his flesh as he charges Yuwain once more.

[Mokkan Brushtail]

[haste, pretty much makes me extremely fast, try hitting that with a sword,]

"Hurry?" he actually seems puzzled by this, "Well if you insist." Holding back this entire time, the crimson aura surrounding Oketsu explodes, sending wreckage and limp bodies flying in every direction. Every pore of his being pours forth an intense killing lust, tongues of scarlet flame and vermilion lightning lapping over his body. Swords in the hundreds materialize around his form, orbiting in a razor edged maelstrom of death. Madness in his eyes and joy in his heart he roars with laughter.

"Dodge this pretty boy!" Each blade orients on the templar, glowing blades aimed tip first. Oketsu surges forward, a wall of swords heralding his coming, power exuding from every inch of his flesh as he charges Yuwain once more.

[a wall of swords eh? heheheh try this on for size,]

Yuwain saw the charge coming instantyl, he could feel the power that the man had gathered, a wall of swords, Oh please, he'd need to be a bit more creative then that,
"Fine then I will." And what with the enormous boost in speed granted by his previous spell haste Yuwain ran at the man twisted through the wall of swords without so much as a scratch, and grabbed a hold of a pair of them in the baragain, lighting behind Oketsu he spoke, "How's that," he swung his borrowed blades in a double arc as he spoke these words.

[Anomaly]

"Honestly?" Oketsu says with a smirk, "Silly." The blades merge back into the aura that spawned them, ceasing to exist in Yuwain's hands. The grin on the blood drinkers face is truly manic as he makes a slight gesture with his left hand. Spreading his crimson tipped claws wide, he clamps his hand into a fist, as though crushing a fly.

It was foolish to think that spirit blades could be so easily turned against the soul that wields them. The other swords, still oriented on the templar, now surround him on all sides. It was a smart idea to try and rush through the wall of death, but now the beast mans bulk works against him. The crackling scarlet swords are far too close together to dodge and weave through a second time without taking significant damage. Like the embrace of the iron maiden, the swords close swiftly in from every direction.

The pale man just laughs. "Not a bad game, but I'm afraid this is where you say goodnight." In a sudden burst of speed, Oketsu crouches low and launches a powerful roundhouse kick to Yuwain's muzzle. If he dodges the blow it really doesn't matter. First blood, and possibly last, would be his.

[Mokkan Brushtail]

The blades vanished in his hands as he swung them towards Oketsu,
"Oh SHI-" was all he could get out before the kick landed, luckily the arc that the kick sent him in got his vital organs out of the blades' paths, but they still connected. Yuwain landed next to his spear,he grasped it with a weakening left hand, struggled to his feet, and stood defiantly in front of Oketsu.
"I, will not stand to see innocents slaughtered, I can't..." Yuwain fell to his knees. and stopped speaking, but still he glared at Oketsu. He willed the man to try and finish him, just to see how far his spear would go, the worst thing the man could do was walk away and leave him to live with this sorrow.

[Anomaly]

OOC (Good move using the momentum of the kick. That was a sticky situation, but I think you may yet turn it to your advantage)

As Yuwain sails through the wall of blades, small cuts and larger gashes appearing on his body, the swords fade out of existence. Oketsu's aura can only sustain itself outside of his body for so long, thus the blades end up doing much less damage than an actual sword would. As the beast-man lands some distance away, next to his original weapon, the pale man has to pause a moment to bank the fires of his spirit lest they burn themselves out completely.

"I, will not stand to see innocents slaughtered, I can't..."

Oketsu looks serious again for the second time today, "Then why engage in battle at all? What is the purpose to weapons if no one wants to use them? Whats the purpose to a warrior if not to kill? What is the purpose of innocents if it is not to be slaughtered? To blood, if it is not to be spilled?" He holds out his left hand and gestures, opening his mouth. A trickle of blood begins to fly across the divide from Yuwain's wounds, coursing into Oketsu's open mouth. He swallows but a little, then smiles again.

"If you really want to stop all of this, you'll have to become something worse than me." Rejuvenated, the vampiric creature's aura re-intensifies. "I'm just a weapon without a wielder. All I know is war...and innocence...is just another kind of victim." Taking the claws of his left hand he traces a deep gash in his right arm. A thick crimson flow drips slowly from the wound, trickling down his arm.

"Ο θάνατος πέρα από το θάνατο, δέχεται αυτήν την θυσία. Παγίδα!
Επεκτείνετε το φοβερό λαβή!"
("Death beyond death, accept this sacrifice. Ensnare! Extend my horrible grasp!")

The flow of blood falls like rain, pattering into a puddle on the ground. Oketsu slams his arm into the puddle, causing it to disappear up to the elbow. At the same time the blood that has been steadily puddling around the templar's feet pulses. From each of the tiny pools, a massive claw extends. The blood widens as the claws extend as if the puddles are holes in the grounds surface, scarlet cracks opening in the concrete. Suddenly Yuwain finds himself kneeling in the center of a red hand that closes tightly, attempting to hold, and possible crush him.