OPEN POST: V - Devil May Cry

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Glenn / reorienting

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"I will not cease from mental fight; nor shall sword sleep in my hand."

[Thus is V's declaration as he faces down a near ceaseless number of enemies. It was true that Redgrave City was overrun, but even by the city's standards since the Qliphoth appeared, this is something else. Too much, in fact.

Shadow is trying to hold off a swarm of them from descending on them in a destroyed city square, transforming his body into spikes and blades that repel anything that isn't V, who stays back behind the big cat. Griffon's waves of electricity burn through the weaker enemies, but the more resistant demons only get closer by the second.]

Nice poem, V, but we need to think about gettin' outta here! [Between attacks, that's Griffon's advice from where he flies around him. V is leaning on his cane with effort, but he shakes his head.]

If we turn tail here, we'll be overrun before we can flee. We need to make a stand -- or wait for a miracle.

[V was not a particular believer of miracles. But if ever he needed one to happen, it was now.]

[reorienting]

[The concept of a miracle was a laughable thing, perhaps, if his opinion on such a matter had been sought. As it is, his keen hearing picks up the sound of lucid voices. It's no easy matter to follow them - the thick tide of demons takes effort to slice through, even with his power. And for once, out of all of his short years of life, he's challenged in a new way. His beast form becomes necessary, though a gamble that he's not sure he'll win.

[Three sets of teeth make it easier to cleave through the hoard, his open wounds aching something fierce as he bounds from one foe to the next. When he's close enough, he lets out a sharp, bestial roar that ends in a sound almost akin to a rattle snake's warning.

[The beast appears emaciated, and further still, as if a vulture plucked his legs clean of skin. His rabbit-like ears have prongs like the whiskers of a cat, and his black fur is balding and thin.

[He moves quickly, leaping onto another demon that notices it, bladed claws ripping into flesh as shark-like teeth tear its throat out. It spawns a few long tendrils from its body as it notices more foes around it, and, tipping those snake-like coils of flesh into blades likes nails on a bat, it becomes a whirlwind of gore and demon blood.

[And, well, his own. His half-human blood drips with every movement.

[Rapidly, he moves to another, and yet another, wanting to draw enemy attention to himself. Certainly, he'd speak if he could.]