Fight, Fight, Fight!

[Aisu Youkai]

(We need something to do around here. There really aren't any RRs here, so I'll start one. It doesn't need me to continue it because it actually doesn't have a plot right now. Just a bunch of fighting. Where it goes from here is anyone's guess... and right to create. Have fun.)



It had been a long day at work. Dante had managed yet again to do nothing at all the entire day except consume a few tomatoe juices and eat some leftover pizza. He had sat at the desk with his feet propped up and leaning back precariously in his chair as he whined about the lack of phone calls. Vergil simply tuned him out as he cleaned the room, only making remarks when he automatically knew they were needed. By the end of the day the only exciting thing to happen was when Dante got up and announced he was going to take a shower. Blissfully, Vergil sat on the couch and soaked up the silence while his brother cooled off in the bathroom.

When the backroom door banged open, Vergil glanced up to the sight of his half naked brother. He rolled his eyes and returned to his inner sanctium. Dante stood in the doorway as he finished drying his hair as best as possible with a towel. When he was done he draped said towel across his shoulders and walked further into the room. He was reaching for the phone to call in yet another order of delivery pizza when a knock came from the door. "Delivery."

"Gee, that was fast. I hadn't even picked the phone up yet..." Dante used his outstretched hand to grab the gun lying on the table instead of the phone. He gave a knowing glance at his brother as he headed towards the door. Both of the twins knew that neither had ordered anything, nor was there any other reason to come to Devils May Cry other than business.

Dante kept the gun just out of sight behind him just in case it was some poor whelp who had gotten the wrong address, but his finger danced along the trigger all the same. He carefully opened the door, keeping himself mostly behind it just in case something was aimed to take him out. This also gave Vergil room to see around Dante and through the doorway without the other twin having to get out of his seat.

From his vantage point Vergil spied the unusual character first, narrowing his eyes in immediate suspicion. The man was dressed in what looked oddly like a bondage, gothic outfit. His chest was bare except for a multitude of criss-crossing black leather straps, most of which eventually headed back down to the pants to hook on. The pants were tight and hardly looked comfortable. The right hand was wrapped in leather straps as weel, while the left actually sported a full glove, although the fingers had been cut off. But it was the boots that really caught attention though; they were old fashioned, something the noblity would have worn years ago when soft leather boots were worn up past the knees. There was that, and the cape swaying out of place behind the oldly clad figure that set the 'unnatural senses' off in the twins.

Vergil smoothly stood up and walked over to stand next to his brother, just off to the other side of the door. Dante only opened the door half way and moved over a step to stand in the entrance way, letting the hand with the gun slide over into a more comfortable position, a position which also left the gun in plain sight. Vergil watched the unknown man warily, not taking his eyes off of the stranger even as he answered the silent coming from his brother with a nod.

Given the assent, Dante took the lead. He tried to smile politely as he spoke to the man, but the ambiance was just not there. "What do you want?"

The man was unphased by either the hostility of the gun or the defensive reactions showing in the body language of the twins. He nodded politely, a piece of long blond hair falling into his face. Vergil noticed for the first time that the man had long, fine hair, that it was simply tied back so that one couldn't tell its length from the front. The man pushed the hair back away from his green eyes and flashed a smile at the half-devils. "As I said, there is a delivery here for you."

With that, the unusual man gave a small, swift bow and then backed away from the door with a decidedly malicious-while-looking-cheerfully-polite smile. As he backed away from the entrance, the street behind him came into the twins' view. Hundreds of demons littered the street in front of them, just beyond the strange bondage guy. Laughing, said man spun on his heel and walked into the horde of demons, his long hair swaying past his butt. The swarm closed in around him and he was lost to sight.

The Sparda siblings stood in silence simply gawking at the hundreds of demons. At least Dante did, Vergil gazed out forlornly with a small sigh. Dante broke his concentration to look at his brother. Vergil returned the look with a small shrug and then disappeared back into the room. He returned carrying Yamato and Rebellion in one hand and holster with gun and Cerberus in the other, Ifrit already placed on his own arms.

Dante didn't question, he simply took the holsters and put them on, put Rebellion and Cerberus on his back, and unholstered the other gun with his free hand. Pointing Ebony and Ivory, he glanced at his brother with a grin as the two walked out to face the demonic horde. "Well, looks like we've been invited to a party. Wanna crash it?"



(Ok, I've read too many Anita Blake series books lately. It's obviously affecting my writing. That bad guy sounds like one of the nasties out of one of those books... Oh well.)

[Aisu Youkai]

(Anyone...?)

Dante went in head first, guns a blazing. The echoing shots of Ebony and Ivory followed the devil hunter in a stream of falling enemies. Blood spewed forth from the demons which had it, whether blue, black, green, or the "traditional" red. Other things turned to sand or dust, water for one particularly fiercesome looking beast that Dante had to aim specifically for a small round medalion on its chest in order to kill it, and whatever else the demons constisted of. Dante continued to fire his guns until one demon actually closed in and nicked his shoulder with a blade, drawing blood.

Looking down at the welling blood and back up with a pout on his full lips, Dante frowned at the demon in question. Sighing, shaking his head, he spun the guns into their holsters and swung Rebellion up over his head and down into the demon in front of him. It split in two and Dante easily began to switch mode into slashing, hacking, and general sword fighting.

Vergil, on the other hand, kept up calm, cool practiced moves non-stop. He never recieved a scratch and made absolutely sure that he was never surrounded by the demons, unlike his brash brother. He did however repeatedly switch between the harsh, powerhouse moves of Ifrit back to his smooth, quick slashes of Yamato. Either way, Vergil was always precise and usually managed to kill his opponent in less than one or two strikes.

About half way finished with the horde, Vergil and Dante simultaneously began to move towards each other as if planned. When the half-devils were back to back with each other, the two paused to catch their breath.

"Fifty-two." Dante huffed in between deep breaths, grinning over his shoulder at Vergil.

"Ninety-six. You're slow." And with that remark, Vergil struck out with Yamato and headed back towards the horde.

"Damnit!" Dante cursed under his breath and also slashed out with Rebellion. Wading back into the demons, he put on an extra boost of engery to try and catch up to his brother.

[Niao]

Again, Vergil swung Yamato around with an impressive, cool composure, and extraordinary accuracy and strength. His style of fighting was, unlike his brother's, relaxed and smooth, and with every strike and slash he earned yet another kill. Ninety-seven...Ninety-eight...Suddenly, one of the smaller demons charged at Vergil from behind, ready to strike him down, but the calm half-demon was not to be caught off guard; without bothering to glance behind, he swung his weapon around with a type of nonchalance almost, and cut the demon down in one swift movement while simultaneously slaying two more that happened to be in a very bad spot at that moment. One hundred and one...

Dante, not to be outdone by his sibling's show of fighting skill, rapidly spun Rebellion around and sliced through two more demons. They wailed with a high, shrill tone, black blood spewing out everywhere. Then, just as another of the creatures leapt into the air to bring a flying attack down on him, Dante quickly reached for one of his guns with his free hand and fired at it in midair, causing it to turn to dust.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Vergil noticed an unusual movement, and glanced over curiously with narrowed eyes while saving time and hacking through another couple of demons. Something strange seemed to be happening with the other several hundred of them...Where they should have been scrambling, clawing, pushing, or shoving their way through to get to him and his brother, they were now all unexplainably swerving, leaping, and crawling over to the side as if to make way for something. Indeed, that was what it seemed like as they all moved over in a chain reaction.

Dante, noticing the odd change in the demons' advance as well, glanced over to see what it was that was causing this. It was only when a large, strange creature that stood nearly as tall a juvenile elephant made its way over to where he and Vergil stood, looking at them with oddly animal-like eyes, that Dante showed any other reaction by raising an eyebrow. God, whatever sort of creature it was, it was repulsive; wide, pinkish-red eyes, like that of an albino's, were set on either side of a long face -- a strange sort of face that resembled both a wolf's and a deer's. Long, sturdy front legs that were much longer than its back legs rose upwards to a powerful, wolf-like chest, and ears that looked ripped and torn drooped down in a sad manner on its head.

What was truly sickening about its appearance, however, was that it was covered in a coat of blood. However, this was not to say that it was enveloped in blood in the sense that it had been wounded, or that the gore from previously killed demons had been splattered onto it. No, its coat was the blood. Its very exterior was of a blackish-red blood that flowed endlessly over its body, as if from an unseen source. Not even a mouth was visible beneath all the gore. A revolting, slimy sound met the brothers' ears as the gooey layer of this blood circled over the demon's body.

Seemingly as if the creature could tell just how ill it was making the two brothers, it lifted its head slightly and began to open its previously invisible mouth, revealing raw, red gums where intimidating fangs would most likely have been preferred. Long, sticky strings of the syrupy blood dangled from its top mouth, sometimes remaining connected to the bottom jaw in gluey threads; more blood -- much to Dante's sickened irritation but certainly not surprise -- flowed from the demon's mouth and dripped like saliva to the ground below.

Eyebrows drawing together slightly, Dante gave a small sound of disgust before saying somewhat unconcernedly, "Damn. Ugly bastard..." Raising his gun yet again, he fired at the creature, hitting it right where its demon heart would have been.

However, instead of falling over like it should have, the hellish creature opened its mouth once more to give a cry of fury. Its spine-tingling shriek, which sounded like a horrid mix between a wolf's howl, a boar's squeal, and a hawk's cry, rang through the atmosphere, causing the other demons to shake their heads or give a yelp of discomfort with the earsplitting tone.

"Oh," Dante frowned slightly and lowered his weapon. "Well, I made it mad," he remarked heedlessly.

Just then, the demon tossed its head back, and vomited up a revolting mass of gore, sending it flying in Dante's direction. He jumped to the side, just managing to evade the vomit, but could not avoid being splattered on the arm. Again, he raised an eyebrow, observing the sleeve of his coat as the droplets burned right through, creating several holes in the fabric. He sighed in annoyance...

(I, erm...I hope I was able to keep everyone IC...Mainly Dante...I'm still unfamiliar with his character, so...Yeah... >.<)

[Aisu Youkai]

Dante looked down at his coat sleeve with a disapproving look and then back up again at the demon with a frown. "You know? It figures..." He points at the demon. "I just had this dry-cleaned. Do you know how much that costs? And here you go, ugly ass and all, and spit on my beautiful coat. With acid no less! Ch!" He shakes his head and brings Rebellion back up in a lazy ready position.

From out of nowhere Vergil suddenly decides to speak up. "Dante, don't be so immature. You haven't had that thing cleaned, period, in a year, much less ever dry-cleaned it." And with that statement bringing on a big pout from his brother, he suddenly rushed the oozing demon and sliced it once with Yamato. He backed away from it a bit and glanced back over his shoulder. "Now stop whining and help me kill this disgusting excuse for a demon!"

As his brother began to slash precise, clean cuts into the bloody demon, Dante put up his sword and reached for his twin pistols. He stayed in the back as his brother attacked up close, spraying the vital parts as much as he could without getting too close to his brother's back.

The creature began to back up, screeching in that awful high-pitched howl of its as Vergil continually sliced its torso and face and Dante pelted it with bullets. But suddenly it stopped completely, flowing blood and all. As it stood frozen, so did the twins with abated breath. Yet with another shriek it leapt forward at Vergil, its blood returning to its patterned flow and spitting out another chunk of slimey, acidic spit as it flung itself forward.

Vergil barely dodged the deadly spit and was smashed into the ground with one of the beast's sticky paws. The blood acted as glue, holding Vegil in place on the ground as he struggled to get out of the way of the creature's continued attack. It swung another paw at him and he thought he was about to be crushed when suddenly a silver blade was between him and the blood monster.

Dante had deflected the attack with Rebellion and now he was deadlocked with the beast, sword against bloody paw. The blood began to drip down the length of his sword. "Ug. Gross." Was all Dante said before the sticky substance flowed over and around his hand. But like any liquid the fluid made his grip slippery, and with it sticking where it was unwanted and sliding away where it was needed, Dante began to loose the power struggle. He fervently swore beneath his breath.

In the meantime, Vergil finally pried himself from the ground and circled around to the side of the beast. He searched carefully, but with the blood circulating on the outside, it was impossible to be sure of anything. Giving it his best guess, Vergil shoved Yamato into the torso of the beast hoping to hit the heart.

The blood demon howled in pain and reared back, giving Dante the room he needed to get away. The thing came crashing back down, eyes looking glazed and slumping to the ground. Vergil tugged his katana out of the beast and walked to stand next to Dante, both watching the demon as it seemingly died.

[Niao]

For a while, the beast lay weakly on the cold, hard ground, its front legs folded beneath its torso and its head lowered in exhaustion. The hoarse, raspy sound of its heavy intakes of breath was carried across the atmosphere, when, unexpectedly, the flow of blood that covered its body...simply stopped. Just like that, the tar-ish substance halted its circulation, and began to dissolve, fading into a sick brown hue; it dripped like oil down the demonic beast's face and body, revealing a pitiful, animal-like frame. Ears drooping down sadly, it looked up at Dante and Vergil and gave one last growl of defiance. Then, its glazed, pink-red eyes suddenly faded to an empty blackness, and it collapsed onto its side, dead.

Dante narrowed one eye as he observed the motionless body of the animal. Damn, if that had not been one aggravating demon to kill... "That's what you get when you ruin my stuff," he said. Tightening his grip on his pistols, he looked back up at the other several hundred demons that still encircled him and Vergil, but instead of raising his guns to fire at them, he kept his arms at his sides casually. He lowered his eyebrows in suspicion. The demons were still behaving oddly.

Naturally, Vergil had noticed their bizarre behaviour as well. He kept a firm hold on his sword, staring at all of them cautiously as they did the same to him and his brother. Which was the very thing that was so odd. Why were they not charging at him and his brother? They simply stood still in their current positions, blinking -- for those that had eyelids -- serenely at the half-demon siblings. His one guess was that they were waiting for something to happen...The only question was what that was.

Suddenly, the demons began to grow anxious and agitated. Heads shook, claws scraped the ground, and growls and whimpers were given, all seemingly from a feeling of nervousness and tension that had come over them. Several of them started to back away a few feet, upset by an unknown source.

"What the hell is their problem?" Dante asked quietly, though with an obvious tone of sarcasm, but got no reply from his brother.

It was then that Dante noticed the corpse move from the corner of his eye. It seemed weird, but not impossible, nor completely unlikely...but he knew he had just seen the monster's leg twitch somehow. Turning his head quickly, he watched it carefully, pistols held at the ready for whatever was about to follow.

Again, the animal's paw twitched. Without warning, its empty black eyes suddenly burst to life, once again piercing the darkness with an eerie glow, only this time a bright green had replaced the albino-pink from before. Brown blood oozed from the wounds Dante and Vergil had inflicted upon it earlier, before they then miraculously sealed up, vanishing without a trace of ever having been on its body before; its sides rose and fell with steady, newfound breathing, and before either brother could react, the beast slowly, weakly got to its feet once again.

Its long front legs trembled weakly; with a cry of madness, the creature retched up a repulsive waterfall of brown gore that had gathered up inside of it, coating the ground with the vomitous blood everywhere. Suddenly, the demon-animal sat up on its hind legs, front paws held up like a begging dog...and began to change. Mouth opening once again, it whimpered, exposing its raw gums as if its mouth was in pain. Next thing Dante and Vergil knew, the half-deer face of the demon elongated until it was almost fully wolf-like; several rows of white, vicious fangs grew out rapidly from the gums, glistening brightly and dangerously; flaring nostrils appeared at the tip of its nose where heat waves rose into the air from its scorching breath; its front legs began to grow shorter but thinner, as if it required them for both durability and good movement, and its back legs became longer and more powerful. A thick, scaly tail, like that of a dragon's, grew out swiftly from where there had been no tail at all before...And, at last, the thick, dark green hide of a crocodile covered its entire body, scaly horns and all.

Dante rolled his eyes, obviously quite aggravated by the creature suddenly being resurrected and then morphing into something else altogether. "I hate this thing..."

With a loud growl, the demon bared its new fangs in hostility at the two siblings, and then rushed over with almost blinding speed to bring blunt, gigantic claws down on the both of them...