Busted Block

[Luka]

[glow=red,2,300]Although refered to as a block, this ruined city-scape stretches the size of a small town. Scyscrapers hang awkward and lopsided, balancing dangerously close to toppling. The heavy cement sidewalks and industrial roads have all been impacted and heaved out of place. Smaller shattered businesses jutt into the air like sharp teeth, making the horizon look like the jaw of a beast about to close. No one knows what caused this, or what would even be capable of this level of damage. All anyone knows for certain now is that something roams inside this urban wasteland...and it isn't human. Fighting Is Allowed.[/glow]

[Adrian]

In the days of the Old West, stories of ghost towns would run around the country as a warning about how quickly the mines could be depleted. Every territory across that vast & barely mapped land had at least one or two of them. . . the odds were just that strong for failure. Places would simply dry up and be abandoned yet left standing as a testament to how nothing was a solid investment. But this place was a city on the east coast, not out west in the land of deserts, tumbleweed, and the rare cactus. A city known for changing with each decade while still remaining the same deep down. Paint rust any color. . . it was still just rust. So what gave around here? Why did it seem like no one was left? No one seemed to know what caused this, or what would even be capable of this level of damage.

But someone intended to find out.

A lone figure in white stood at the edge of this ruined cityscape, as if pondering whether or not he should continue on in this direction. He wore clothing that seemed to belong on some type of adventurer, one that did not get dirty very often at that. It was a simple outfit that managed to look a bit elaborate starting with a white trenchcoat over a seemingly simple black shirt, a belt with pouches, white pants, along with a pair of somewhat strange looking yet stylish black boots. And to top it all off was a white motorcycle helmet with various designs. Beside him was a stylish white motorcycle that looked positively brand-new, which would make sense since he had only come to this country about two days ago in all.

Darkness had begun to fall, making it difficult for one with human eyes to see just what kind of face dwelled within that mysterious helmet. The man might almost be considered the white Kamen Rider in a way, but anyone would have known better from a glance that lasted longer than a mere secnd or two. Information given before the plane trip over here had included that it was believed some type of supernatural creature had been behind the destruction here but that nothing had been confirmed. Such a miniscule amount left this man with the possibility of it being a wild goose chase. But then again who had ever heard of an 8.0 Earthquake in New York City? Not a single soul.

Without a word the Motorcycle had been mounted once more as this man in white got into the saddle of the steel horse he rode. Flipping a tiny switch caused a lone but rather bright headlight to spring into life. Should anything evil be dwelling out here, this man seemed intent on leading it directly to him for a first-time confrontation. As this went on he briefly wondered if others should have been brought along with him. . . rather than just informed of the fact he was leaving on a buisiness trip out of the country. But after remniscing over the last few time someone he knew had been there, the notion was dissmissed. No one with a family could do what he did, he was the only one who might perish without upsetting a worried mother or dependant father.

Come out, come out. . .

[Adrian]

Riding further into the ruined block, despite the fact his tires looked to be suited for all kinds of terrain he still made a slight point to avoid various bits of rubble that looked too dangerous. Just a hundred yards ahead of him there was a great chasm in the rode which went below the subway tunnels & into the exposed sewage system. The smell alone would likely make anyone glad they were wearing a helmet that would block direct contact from the stench with their nose. As the chasm grew closer he only sped up on the white motorcycle in true stereotypical fashion. Just as if to signify this man had luck, ahead of him in front of the chasm was a slightly destroyed large tow truck that had been built with a second ramp so that it could carry twice as many cars.

None of them were there now though.

As though it were meant to be the Motorcycle & it's rider went right up the left ramp at full speed. Soon the white mass went soaring through the air with the sunset behind him in a perfectly picturesque image that lasted a total of three seconds. Resounding through the air, the sound of the tires hitting solid ground again signaled the end of an Evil Knevil jump. Once reaching the ground he maintained the fast speed for a few moments until gradually slowing down and then stopping altogether. Parked next to a city bus missing the back end and two tires as well. The wrecked vehicle looked as though something had sliced it off with a massive blade of some sort. He turned off the new looking motorcycle, taking the keys into one of his pouches while pulling out something much more intimdating:

A gun.

Strangely enough the man in white did not turn on any flashlights despite the setting sun or anything else. Did he see that well at night with a helmet in the way? Fourteen minutes went by as he continued to search the ruins of his city, investigating for what could have caused so much raw destruction. Around him he saw a few remnants of Army grade vehicles, showing the American military had tried to make a stand against whatever had taken up residence here. . . and lost. This implied conventional weapons were useless yet the lone man continued to brandish his Pistol out in the open. It was a steady investigation of the area, making him wonder if he should even be here at all. Perhaps the military was evacuating the rest of the city he had been through right now, getting ready to nuke the site with a tactical weapon. Or might it be in talks with foreign governments trying to figure out if a foreign element was responsible?

Growling suddenly echoed out from within a deserted skyscraper about a hundred yards ahead of him on the left. Determined to carry out the mission objective he was likely being paid a great sum of money for, steps were taken foreword cautiously. The noises of movement on several levels within the structure that seemed about twenty stories high. A logical mind would deduce the truth of this destruction laid blame to a group of powerful creatures. No one beast could be strong enough on it's own except for a certain creature he had encountered once before. Might that same unholy beast dwell here now? The strange device in those woods might have taken him anywhere in the world from what it looked like to the man in white.

[Luka]

He had warned his charge it was unadvisable for him to continue. If he did, he could not guarantee his Lord's safety. His warning was ignored...

And now he was here. Perhaps the only thing that worked in his favor was that they had been in the middle of a training lesson, so he was armed. He did not have much information on his current position but had begun to think it was unlikely that he would encounter anything worthy of the weapons he happened to be carrying. But it would have been completely out of character for him to be anything other than cautious.

Eyes that missed nothing scanned the horizon, watching for any signs of a disturbance. It didn't take long for one to crop up. The growling and rumbling were not characteristics of his Lord, but knowing his charge's nature...it was likely he would not be far.

He hurried to the source of the disturbance.

[Adrian]

Approaching even closer with caution those sounds which resonated and echoed from within the skyscraper, the young man started to wonder if his assumptions were correct. From a distance it had sounded like several creatures were moving about and making the growling noises he heard. But now as he got closer the sounds were more lik echoes, the earlier sounds had been inteferred with somewhat by his Helmet. Certain adjustments were made to the specialized equipment he carried befor changing direction.

Hurrying over to the nearest alleyway, the white figure climbed onto a fire escape ladder which had been loosed at some point duing past destruction. Quickly he ascended the rund which were somewhat rusty, making him thankful for also having worn his black leather gloves. Literally from head to toe this man was covered in clothing. Moments continued to pass by as he went up stairs that made noise with each hurried step. No longer was stealth an issue to this white figure who felt being n the ground might not be the best idea whenever this creature or creatures decided to reveal itself.

Once upon a rooftop that had a few holes that led into ruined rooms, a position was taken near the roof's edge with a pistol still in hand. Aim was taken at the skyscraper in question when footfalls had finally reached his ears. Who else would be out in this place at night? Some homeless guy? No they would have left this place like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Perhaps this new approaching being was not a who but rather a what. Caution underlaid unseen eyes behind a motorcycle visor, waiting for one of these two presences to finally reveal itself to the world.

Just then something burst through the tenth floor of the skscraper. It looked like some sort of hooked weapon, almost like it belonged on a machine. Rubble from an already ruined building rained down onto the street directly below. A loud roar came from within the structure. It must have been an immense beast. But the thought that slightly bothered this gun fr hire was that it did not sound like an old adversary at all. This was more akin to some type of bat's sonar or such that screeched annoyingly.

[Luka]

The source of the approaching footsteps was quickly cut from view as the rubble rained down on the street below - exactly where they had been. Maybe whoever it was had seen Leon and was trying to reach him for help. Well, not anymore. By now they were probably crushed.

The screeching had probably continued, drawing Leon's attention away from the rubble below.

But it was then that an entirely new sound took hold. It sounded like a hissing. The breath of something powerful. But for something to hiss that loud it needed a pretty big pair of lungs. There was no other beast around though, was there?

A moment later the source of the hissing was made visible. The cloud of dust from the debris was pushed aside by the gust of air created by the medium-sized launcher casually held onto the shoulder of the person below. They stood on top of the rubble pile just as casually, as if he were just a hiking tourist. The way the broken cement and glass had been pushed aside beneath him made it obvious that he had just pushed his way out of the deadly stuff.

The dark visor sunglasses blocked their eyes and most of their face from view, but what was visible didn't quite match up...

It wasn't a dark, large, swarthy pirate of a man who was now discarding the launcher aside so calmly. Rather, it looked to be a fresh-faced kid who couldn't have been more than a day over twenty-two. He was also a little shorter than Leon, making him look even younger, but that could have just been that he was standing much lower than he was, throwing off the perspective. His short brown hair waved slightly in the wind created by the blast but nothing else moved. The young man's pitch black outfit revealed nothing about him other than maybe a fondness for military-style clothing.

But perhaps that blood-red band that circled his upper arm did. But only if Leon had the chance to see it before.

The young man watched as his projectile hissed through the air, the faint trail showing that it had hit with precision the floor where the strange appendage had appeared.

[Adrian]

As the projectile collided with the skyscraper, it blew away even more of the wall to reveal a massive creature. It looked somewhat like the bastard child of a bat, Captain Hook, and a large Demon. Unleashing an angered roar, soundwaves of a lethal kind cut through a focused area. Luckily for the other male it was not exactly aiming for him precisely. But it would likely not last forever as the monstrosity stumbled out from the tall building, ending a short but possible window to collapse the structure atop it for massive damage.

The man in white likely had a slightly startled expression upon his face at everything which had developed. Just who was this youngster anyway? A professional monster hunter? Perhaps someone felt an amateur investigator might not have what it took to take out what type of creature might be found. Not that he was inexpierenced, but compared to others this White Figure had less expierence than most people in the 'field'. However his talents were nt limited to that, which left him as a highly qualified individual.

It showed as he moved a hand to press a small unnoticable button somewhere on his belt. Doing so activated a sonic frequency that might distract or even damage the Beast. Without waiting any longer, he readied his pistol. . . letting a lasersight drift over to the creature.

[Luka]

At the moment, the young man below wasn't anything more than a glorified baby sitter...who had lost the kid he was watching in the middle of a post-apocalyptic dead zone of New York City. Things didn't get any better than that! Of course, Leon didn't know any of that.

The young man merely turned away and began moving again over the rubble as the beast changed direction. To look away from something like that so casually and to appear like he didn't care what it did...was he really another monster hunter closing in on Saint's job? Maybe he just had different tactics...really different tactics. Like totally letting it get away.

At any rate, it was Leon's turn now to show what he could do!

[Adrian]

As the Monster emerged completely into the street, it was revealed to a man named Leon Saint that this creature had a skeletal form with no flesh or blood. In a way that made him a bit happy since it prevented using his most expensive ammunition. However it also meant that to cause any effective damage would require something powerful enough to destroy supernatural bone-matter.

Quickly the tactics, were changed as he switched out the current clip in his pistol for another one within one of the many pouches on his belt. This particular one had ballistic tips normally intended for rifles and an extended space for more bullets which made it stick out from the bottom of the gun about six inches. But this Saint had a knack for coming into the possession of rather special & daresay unique weaponry. Since his purchase of the NS Pistol, it had been steadily modified to suit nearly any need he required.

A real piece of work.

Leon took aim once more with his lasersight, aiming for bone joints on the creature to make crtical hits since those areas were exposed. It was his best course of action to take without delving into any other devices. Firing at the joints mercilessly gained the large beast's attention within mere moments of being attacked. After all the other possible meal had fled by now to somewhere.

In retalliation a long bony arm was out-stretch, a hook or scythe-like ending giving a lethal rvelation as to what had carved up the area s cleanly. Running backward a few steps, the White Figure managed to dodge the blow which made a new hole in the roof. More shots were fired, the lasersight pointing out that even through the dust Saint seemed to have become quite a crack-shot over the years of gunplay.

"I am Beleth, Demon King of the Banshee. . .you will DIIIIIIIE!"

Just what I needed. . . a royal pain in the butt.

"You're nothing but skin and bones to me Demon! Without the skin!"

Saint's thoughts and words were justified as he was given a view of his foe from head to foot now that most of the building front had been torn away. It showed that two strange looking circles were dangling from what appeared to be strings connected to the pelvis. He didn't even want to think of what that might symbolize. But after a death threat the White Figure had decided there was no longer any time to play nice with the minions of hell.

Gunshots rang out as the extended clip as emptied in the pursuit of breaking the strings. Even if it did not cause damage, shooting off the ornaments would definately anger his large opponent into not thinking calmly. A roar of pain echoed through the night air signifying that what Leon had done caused some sort of pain. If only there were some type of indicator that tol him how many more hits it would take to finish this Monster off as the two strange circles fell to the ground.

[Luka]

Maybe he just really didn't know any better. Maybe he had some sort of psychotic autism that made him not fear things like normal people.

Or maybe he was just the son of a devil himself.

At any rate, a peal of laughter sounded after Leon's 'joke' to the demon, just after the first roar of pain had escaped it. If the source of the laughter was traced, it would lead straight to a young boy. Or at least what looked like a young boy. The laughter that poured from his young lungs was that of a youth who had yet to gain the deeper voice of a teenager.

The roof he stood on was eye level with the demon. He gazed at it, unabashed. Tauntingly. Mocking it with a carefree smile. A hand raised up with a jovial wave. "Hi~!" he called out. "You look hungry!" A power emanated from the boy...one that might just prove delicious.

Maybe he was a demon hunter too? Or maybe he was just plain stupid. Or maybe he was serious. Possibly suicidal. Whatever it was, made the young man down below stop in his tracks.

"My Lord!" The sound of twin handguns being drawn echoed from where he stood below Saint. "My Lord, your actions are dangerous and may lead to death!"

"Huh?" A curious expression filled the boy's face, like a kitten that had heard something strange. He turned his back on the skeletal beast, his hands folded behind his back, his dark eyes searching out for the voice. A smile blossomed on his face. "Oh shut up! Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

[Adrian]

The NS Pistol was reloaded with bullets that had a minor explosive tip.

"YOU DARE MOCK BELETH?!"

Beleth roared with anger before turning to face the building which had the little boy standing at perfect eye level. Indeed the boy who was taunting the monster without seeming to have any weapons was just plain insane. What seemed like exhaustion from movement was taking a deep breath to no doubt to prepare for another sonic soundwave attack. Should it hit the boy directly due to the kid being wide open would be fatal just like his guardian had warned. But Saint had no time to worry about his own problems, rather he had to come to the rescue just in time.

Leon moved swiftly to try getting within range to use the device he had just loaded into the secondary barrel of his gun just above the lasersight. If anyone took notice they would see that the gun now had some type of wire running from it to a rather large pouch on Saint's right hip. Not giving any time for suspicion as he ran foreword, a leap was made from the rooftop. Then a shot was fired, off the left of Beleth's spinal collumn. Just as he anticipated the monster turned to look at what sound just occured, allowing the grappling hook to bounce off a few bones until it had successfully wrapped around itself.

In the rage that followed, Saint was kept from falling to his death by the thrashing Demon who kept trying to wipe at the wire. At some point his luck did run out though and the line was sliced. Yet it left him in his final arc which had been toward one of the larger wings, where he started firing at what turned out to be soft-leathery flaps of skin. Three bullets left a gap in it, which the relatively rookie monster hunter clung to as a roar of pain sounded. Whoever th boy on the roof was, the head had jerked away to the left in pain.

[Luka]

The boy's mouth opened with dismay as the creature's attention was so brutally turned away from him. He stamped his foot as he shouted in the general direction of Saint. "Why'd you have to go and do something like THAT!? He was probably going to eat me!"

Down below, the spiky-haired young man was climbing up rubble, making effortless leaps as he attempted to retrieve his little charge. More than once he was forced to stop and evade falling debris or things sent flying by the struggling monster.

[Adrian]

"Well I didn't know. . ."

Came a voice from underneath a motorcycle helmet that sounded like struggle was taking place. Both arms along with some of the White Figure's upper-body were poking through the hole as he fumbled with the NS pistol. Soon all the wire that remained had been re-called due to concentrated effort. Then with quick movements the pistol was stored away as another object came to play. . .one that was more than just a symbol of faith.

". . .that you wanted to be EATEN!"

Using every ounce of human strength he possessed trying to stay on as the beast thrashed about, trying to slash at the man. But as a result several gashes in the wing were opening up as well. It made one wonder if Leon had planned this all before even leaping through the air in the first place. He was currently forcing the Demon King of the Banshes to actually attack itself with the weapons that had helped destroy a city block. But Saint's luck began to run out so he started to use it for something else.

Due to all the gashes, the white Figure now had hand & footholds for himself to manuever about the wing with relative freedom. And he did so very quickly to avoid certain death. No one woul ever imagine so much physical exertion was actually needling away at nerves that normally felt no pain. Once the numbess faded. . .he would be a slave to his own pain.

[Luka]

"If you are eaten there is a 65% chance of it resulting in your death, my Lord." the young man down below droned out as he continued on his journey to get the kid the hell out of the way. But with how casual he was going about it one might think he had all the time in the world. And what was with the 65%? Maybe it was a mistake and he meant ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.

"Shut up!" the kid snapped back as he crossed his arms. "You're just a party pooper all the time! Daddy said that you only have to keep an eye on me, he didn't say to get in the way!"

"Negative." the young man replied. "My orders were to ensure your safety. The current file of your abilities gives a 95% chance of your victory in battle but the current fragile state of your body lowers that to 75%."

Something from the monster lashed out, forcing the young man to duck. He turned then, one arm snapping up as he raised his gun. With how quickly he had calculated his aim it seemed like he hadn't even taken time to do so at all. In no time bullets were slamming into the jaw of the creature. Although powerful, at his distance much of their effect was lost.

[Adrian]

Despite all that was currently going on, the young man seemed to catch wind of what the strange man had said about his 'master' being powerful. It made him wonder if the help truly had been unnecessary. But then again if the creature was mostly bone. . .whatever it ate must have been transported to an alternate dimension or something. The boy should have actually felt a bit lucky that this white Figure cared at all whether he lived or died.

Fear surely went through his mind right now, Leon would have to be an incredibly traumatized person to not be afraid of monsters. After all he had not grown up conditioned to fight the supernatural or anything like that. So what exactly kept him going? What was his reason to do these things which could easily fall to someone more capable? Or at least a being that had a lower mortality rate.

"Well if you're so strong let's see what you can do kid!"

Despite himself, Saint had decided to tempt fate with those words as he moved along the gashes of Beleth's wing like a rock-climber. Soon enough he reached the actual spinal column. Why go to this place where the large red tail could get him? The White Figure was actually more worried about what type of bullets were being fired right now. After all Saint knew his own collection of ammunition was rather varied compared to most humans.

Gripping a part of Beleth's spine, he only hoped whatever this kid's power was would not annihilate him entirely.