Gridlock

[Anomaly]

Pools of blood smear the east bound highway for miles in each direction. More and more vehicles slam into the sudden obstacle before them. The smoking, twisted heaps that were very recently cars burst into flames, sending up great black clouds that blot out the sun. The west bound side is slowed to a crawl as drivers gawk at the sheer scale of the sudden destruction. A car pulls quickly over to the shoulder. The occupant, a young man rushes over the divider and runs through the carnage on the other side.

Before he can reach a family trapped in an overturn van, the gas tank explodes, flooding the interior of the vehicle with flames that swiftly devour the flesh from the bone. He turns away from the site, just in time for a black gauntlet to explode through his mouth and out the back of his throat. It takes a moment for the body to realize it is dead, but in the last fleeting moments left for the brain before it shuts down, the eyes take in every detail of the horrible scene and the killer that is author of both his death, and so many others.

Its clear now that what started this horror are several overturned eighteen wheelers that seem to have been sliced in twain beneath an overpass. Though a few cars were surely caught in this initial accident...no...attack, the others show clear slash and claw marks. The man with eyes like dying coals that stares into his dying face, the one who seems engulfed in a nimbus of crimson light, smiles cruelly at him. He pulls back his hand and licks the fresh gore from between his claws with a long black tongue that darts between sharp teeth. The pale skin makes the man look like a specter of death, and as a few chunks of what was recently the young mans tongue fall into his curling scarlet beard, there is an illusion that the face is only a thinly stretch mask over a skull. but this might just be because at this moment, the young man dies.

From out the black clouds, his body is flung, impacting and smashing through the windshield of a car in the westbound lane. The pale figure leaps upon the divider, and glares grinning at the victims amassed for him in the westbound lane of the highway, trapped now by their very vehicles and all the others stretching into the distance before and behind them. Long hair and eyes flaming in a wash of crimson light, the creature seems more beast than man as every inch of his body gives off an unmistakable killing lust.

This was not going to be a simple attack...this was going to be a slaughter. A butchering of cattle.

Several blades of crimson energy materialize, floating around the blood thirsty being. It would only be a moment, before they, and he who created them, would descend.

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Basically I just want to cut loose. Carnage for carnages sake. Be the hero, be a villain, be a victim, a saint...I don't care. Fight me, fight me, fight me, fight me!

[Mokkan Brushtail]

[Cut me a little slack please, This is going to be my first ever RP fight]

Yuwain knew that he shouldn't show himself, he knew that if he did he would be breaking a centuries old law, but he also knew that if he didn't then there would be a slaughter. He knew what he must do.

Leaping onto one of the overturned cars Yuwain stood his full 6'6" and let out a call,
"EULALIAAAAA!" it was his warcry, many were the times that he had used it to distract and even stop an enemy. The gnoll hefted his spear Glared defiantly at his enemy and spoke, in a harsh voice,
"Who are you, and what do you think you're doing?" he snarled, normally kind brown eyes gone harsh and cruel. He held his spear at the ready he would not fall prey to this creature as easily as the humans had.

[Anomaly]

OOC[Cool, whatever man. I'm just looking to test this character out anyways. Just glad someone finally got the nuts to fight me. ]

The pale mans grin never leaves his lips as he speaks, "I'm Oketsu, and I'm having one Hell of a time!" A cackle erupts from his mouth as he spreads his arms wide, as if welcoming the newcomer. At that moment the blades of red light descend, no longer held in check by their creators attention. A perfect wave of muffled screams rises before the deafening explosions as the swords slash through the cars and trucks. Cleaving through metal and glass, flesh and bone, as if all were one and the same.

The blades fade away as the smoke of the exploded vehicles wafts into the already oppressive clouds of destruction above. Now the mad man and the newcomer are surrounded by a perfect circle of carnage, pain and, death...the few survivors in the immediate area desperately squirming away through rivulets of their own blood.

"What a beautiful sight." Oketsu seems to have become totally oblivious to his guest, admiring the tableau he has created. "It takes a real artist to take the mundane and turn it into such beauty. These obnoxious machines and the insipid little creatures they contain are base ingredients, but the crimson flow mixed with flame is so compelling."

He steps sharply on the head of a young person of indeterminate gender, who by their looks obviously wouldn't have made it anyways, shattering the skull on impact. "Still, it needs something more," he turns then, as if only just then willing to fully acknowledge Yuwain, "What do you think puppy? What should be the 'Pièce de Résistance' of my 'Pièce le Sang a Trempé la Mort'?"

With a black gauntleted hand soaked in blood he strokes his beard, truly giving the matter his utmost thought. Then the crimson of his eyes flares and he looks the gnoll full in the face. "I know! How about I scatter your entrails among the wreckage? Give the cleaning crews something to really wonder about!"

Crimson aura burning brighter than the flames that surround them, the insane being launches himself at full speed without any weapon in hand to try and rip Yuwain limb from limb.

[Mokkan Brushtail]

[oh no it's not courage, it's insanity ]
The man, if he deserved to be called human, was reveling in the blood and gore he had created, eating in the killing, talking as if he were an artist and this his master piece, He strode over to an adolescent and crushed their skull with the heel of his boot.
The being was repulsive.
"I know! How about I scatter your entrails among the wreckage? Give the cleaning crews something to really wonder about!"

"Try it, no seriously I'd like to see you try that,"
Then the being lept at Yuwain, to try and tear him limb from limb,
"me and my big mouth."
Yuwain turned and sidestepped the man's wild leap, and in doing so swung his spear in a downwards arc in an attempt to knock his opponent to the ground.

[Anomaly]

The butt of Yuwain's spear catches the pale man on the back as he blazes passed him. However a strange thing occurs. Though the spear connects, it does not slow Oketsu's momentum...and stranger still there is a small notch on the shaft as if it had encountered a bladed weapon. The pile of wreckage upon which the gnoll stands is now sliced cleanly in half, as though a great sword had buried itself in its innards. On the contrary, only the crimson aura'd being stands a slight distance away, turning again with his smile.

"I see you're not without some skill," he says a little more seriously than the ranting that went before. "But that makes this all the more enjoyable for me!" The thin man slams his foot into the ground, causing a motorcycle (who's idiot rider had been trying to dart through traffic before being ripped from his seat in one of the many explosions) to leap into the air to his waiting hands. With a strength one would not expect from a person of his size, Oketsu hurls the charred machine at Yuwain.

Right before the machine would reach the beast-man, a single energy sword pierces the bikes gas tank, causing a spark as it passes through. The resulting explosion is not enough to kill, or even really maim, but the force of it may just be enough to knock Yuwain from his perch. Oketsu advances through the flames more slowly now, sure of himself and of his quarry.

[Mokkan Brushtail]

"I see you're not without some skill," he says a little more seriously than the ranting that went before. "But that makes this all the more enjoyable for me!"

Then Yuwain notices the man lift the motorbike, impressive, and hurl it at Yuwain, who readies himself to avoid it, only to have Oketsu blow the bike up, Yuwain drops his spear in the ensuing blast as he is hurled forcefully from the car, no sooner does he hit the ground then is he getting up. He draws the knightsword at his side, the savethequeen, he let's the light catch it for a brief second. He had earned this blade, it was his weapon of choice, it was with this blade he had defended his queen.

Yuwain knew there was something wrong with the man, he just did not know what, he intended to do so soon. Yuwain charged the man, long powerful strides bringing him to Oketsu quickly as he swings his blade in a shining arc.