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Deuce Wraithraiser

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    Deuce was lost within the intricacies of his own mind at the moment. A tingling at the base of his skull made it all but impossible to focus. Hyroin's words melted into perfect symmetry with the ambient noises of their surroundings. He even lost sight of the sensation of her weight on his shoulder due to the this mass unsettling of his being. Instincts were being driven into overdrive. Set ablaze by some unseen stimulate, some transpiring event not occurring directly within his line of sight, but still occurring. Maybe it was something mental. Some seen, hardly understood dynamic of intent that lingers and imprints on the Shinshu and contributes to some-----psychosphere if you will. Someones killing intent was so palpable it was polluting the air of things here, even from afar. To those who were external of the turmoil unfolding within him, a series of clicks and growls could be heard resonating from the massive crocodile. As if he was trying to sort it all out. His head swept left and right and be it by chance he caught the glimmer of the sun off a lense from afar and reacted, every muscle in his body tightening up as if bracing for something beneath that armor like thick hide of his which today would serve the purpose of catching a small caliber sniper round square in the back just beneath where Hyorin sat. Deuce didn't flinch. Falter. Stumble or even give any indication of pain. He did grunt tho, and he did turn around in the direction of the bullets origin where the flicker of the lenses of the scope carried on. He'd have tightened his right arm, the shoulder, and muscles corresponding. Flexing them before forcing out he round from skin that had bruised and against reception of the round.--Thankfully of to small a caliber from to far away to have done him any real damage. While it's physical effects were in short supply it did a number on his patience and temper. He was livid. A few shakes short of a blind rage. So motivated to return the favor for such cowardice and sneaky antics that his body would have shot off like a rocket and Hyorin would find herself tumbling in mid air from a height she once sat at. Their new found third would bear witness to the 15' monolith of a figure go from a bipedal stance to a Quadrupedal blitz across the plain before suddenly a massive BOOOOOOOM!!!!! Shook the entirety of the field! A Deafening wave of force would spread from where a plume of fire and force had erupted as apparently Deuce had stepped on a MINE of sort, more then likely laid out by the person person who fired the shot---who looked on intently through the scope. Darkness enveloped the massive Wraithraiser. A veil of smoke. A pause. A silence, then his wild emergence from the obsidian smoke at nearly double the pace that he had before, spurned on by an elevated attribute triggered by the sudden surge of adrenaline. This was similar to what was spurned him after the titan stomped him out (2), but his movements were that of a berserk savage blitzing the lands in excess of even the most fleet footed wild lifes best effort! It wasn't until it occurred again, BOOOOOOOOM!!!!! Did the sniper behind the scope, who had the benefit of a 150 meter gap between prior to the Croc's mad charge, finally look from the scope to survey it with his own eyes. That was his last mine, and there in now was 50 meters between he and certain death if it didn't stop Deuce and for all intents it had done it's job, the Wraithraiser emerged out of the smoke yet again, this time worse for wear. Stunned, and visibly burned! He howled not in pain, but in sheer rage due to the fact that the flash and fire had made contact with his eyes and temporarily robbed him of his sight. His nose was filled with smoke and accelerants, it played hell on his senses, and he couldn't find the prick responsible and had apparently played into the hands of 2 more who approached from his flanks, spears ready, at 20 meters a piece, and that snipers eye returned to the scope to ready himself another shot. A team of 3 had made itself present, and sought to do away the biggest asset of their own squadron and trim the numbers for an advantage.'
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    Success ushered in a toothy smile. His tail slapped the ground twice, loudly and coiled around him before idling on the ground---a habit, and gesture of satisfaction. Nodding to the spear thrower in response to his words Deuces attention fast fell on his partner and her expected rituals. She had many trophies, and the only surprise today was the fact that she offered it to another. The gesture in and of itself made it clear that this individual wasn't the next item on their agenda, and would clearly be shown a consideration that none elss on this battlefield would be awarded. For now anyway. Hyorin's return to his form was welcomed, and it was to her that he'd try to pull some information. He'd give her a look during his inquiry, 'wonder what's next.."
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    She was charged up. More then usual. In most cases the increased levels of anxiousness would spell disaster for symmetry. In actuality this proved not to be the case for these two. Hyorin would more then likely become increasingly aggressive being so spurned to even the proverbial score. Aggression was exactly what was needed, it was a welcomed state of mind between these two. They've developed a comfort within it and excelled when operating under its influence. Deuce already found himself immersed within the turbulent waters of his rage. While normally these two were vocal with one another in combat, he found himself silent and had a nearly palpable aura of killing intent around him. His motor functions were becoming increasingly bestial, releasing his partner of his tail, which would lash the ground several times, while he inhaled and exhaled and pounded the ground----A Challenging body language. In his culture this was a statement of ownership of said ground.----A FUCK YOU, TRY ME gesture to the giant now finding it's way back to it's feet. That previously mentioned gesture would apply broadly, he'd be no more receptive to the new comer, affording him only the most intense of stares from those Black eyes with blood-red Pupils before a Roar was met with one of his own. His body swelled, His fist pounded his chest while he stood at full height in welcome to the oncoming stomp from the Titan. When it's foot came down, his hands went up. The entirety of his powerful frame which had just previously endured this creatures prior offensive, steeled itself for the herculean effort needed of literally catching and stopping the blow. The ground at Deuce's feet sank---Actually aiding the effort and absorbing much of the shock. His sturdy frame handled the pressures and forces at play superbly and for a sparse moment, a pause, would be achieved.----And a moment for the creature to embrace just how FUCKED it may be at this moment. What Deuce lacked in stature when compared to this titan he more then made up for it in raw physical strength and he'd wager that it lacked his battle sense and saavy---and his agility and mobility. So being on one leg, he'd wager, wasn't a comfortable position. Having it's balance and equilibrium compromised in the form of it's right leg being forced, and literally THROWN into the ankle of it's supporting foot would usher along hopes of tripping the creature up and making it stumble forward and down on all 4's where it would have been opened up and vulnerable to an assult---from whomever.
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    You can call Deuce anything. You'd be in the wrong if you left out STURDY. He was one of the largest Wraithraisers you could come across. A bloodline that saw fit to bless him with greater dimensions and mass then others, as well as an equally impressive, almost armor like hide and scales. He had managed to get his arms up in an "X-Pattern" across his chest and thankfully got flattened into soft, grassy Terra-Firma. His pride was more hurt then his physique and his mental ebb'd on the brink of panic at the mere thought of something bigger then he was turning it's attention on what he believed was a vulnerable beloved. Even over the sound of the obelisks movements, its fists grinding against the surfaces of his body and the ground around him, he key'd in on her. He could hear----her. Being called for, and being unable. There is no worse feeling for a parent and were he NOT brimming with unbridled RAGE at this very moment at the mere notion or thought of being able to be there for---her. He would actually have the time to wallow in that moment. Thankfully it was to short-lived. Even before she began to pull with all of her might, his own would have played against the obstacle in play. Pressing what could be assumed to several tons of it's weight, aided by Hyorin's efforts the moment fresh air sweeps in to fill the void between his body and his fists---it snaps. (1) Accustomed to moving through more denser levels of shinsoo then what's present here. The hunting grounds of wraithraisers, writhe with less-viscous levels of the omni-present anima in liquid form, have a natural affinity for moving through it, giving reason for their developments of incredible physiques and in his case an affinity for harnessing it, albeit strictly in a utilitarian form. On an instinctual level, the organic and physical results are that of the massive wraith-raiser quickly reaching up to grasp and latch onto the lifting limb of the toppling creature. Snatching himself upright and over, and like some rabid, ravaging beast he scales this falling tower at pace. His breathing? Rapid. His eyes? unblinking, as if the motor function was cast away instead forcing light through them, like jewels from the pit of hell they shone and affixed onto Hyorin. His Clawed hands and feet would have torn wounds and cuts into the creature during his Quadrupedal blitz up the creatures body. These two, with so much symmetry and so strong an unspoken bond that he need not even the slightest gesture. As her savior would arrive at the creatures shoulder, and his tail sought to coil around her waist just near the conclusion of the great beasts fall, and she'd know to release her whip and go limp while "Boots" got her to safety in the form of a final Vault, which carry the two of them to land safely 10 meters away from where the obelisk would fall, All the while slowing himself to a stop on all 4's. -----Hyorin, safely held above his own head in his tail, where she'd be then lowered just at eye level so that he may inspect her for injuries. Mercy on this creature should he find or she point out any.
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    That sunlight had been kissing his scales all morning. Walking tall, kicking ass, taking names. Such was the way of the world, just moments ago before he slid to a stop and took it all in. The midget has gotten him into all type of messes. It came with the territory of how she was. Headstrong, fearless, not a care in the world. WIld. Powerful and free. Alot like himself. He'd even go so far as to say she may have picked up on his cues. That sunlight was absent now, and something just decided to walk a shit load taller then he was and the feeling that those cues were going to come back and bite him in his scaly ass, was all-to real. And it hurt.---Literally. After standing there and watching everything unfold (Be it awe-struck to see a Turtle larger then he, or to much pride or being more Curious then actually scared, or both). "Biiiiiiiiiig fuckin Tur---_!!!" BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!! A Shockwave from the impact of the Titan's blow rolled and roamed the entirety of the lands in every direction. Grass swayed backward, winds whipped about wildly, those of unsure footing and close proximation found balance hard to find let alone keep and were grounded. None on the battlefield however, would have a greater testimony to the sheeer awesomeness of that said force then the Wraithraiser--Who had ample time to get a gaurd up. Hell, he had ample time to move out the way totally considering but any quarter given would put him further from Hyorin. With no indication of his current state, Deuce remains beneath the massive blow.
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    She commanded. He obeyed. It was simple. And usually in both of their best interest. As far apart as they were in stature these two were that close in personality. They took pleasure in similar things---Like the sound of breaking bones underneath his feet. Or How wails of pain from the 4 individuals he nearly halved with his tail that under the command to run toward an outpost, and BOY COULD THIS BIG FUCKER MOVE!! Oh lumbering was the look but Hyorin knew how fast he was---Especially at the proverbial wide open throttle. Power to weight. Physiology. Fact that he could move in Bipedal or Quadrupedal manner, yadda yadda yadda...didn't matter, the more those who tried to fathom the how or why, the more time they opened themselves to be hit by the WHAT-THE-FUCK IZZ-THAT!!!?? That Spear paused him tho. It Whizzed past her--and him. He'd have come to a screeching halt with those wide black eyes and crimson orbs looking to her before down to the spear thrower she berated--who was a little lost for words and even more assed out then a stripper on a saturday evening. Any closer to the fellow regulars face and Deuce would be making out with the guy. "So you like to throw things....well alright." The young regular attempted to run. It was a bit to late for that. He attempted to scream!!!! Beg for mercy!! Plead for him to stop!! Was a bit to late for that to. The regular was plucked up within his massive mitt of a right hand, while his left reached out to where he was aiming. ONE....FLUID...MOTION! And Tom Brady would have been proud. An over-abundance of might in his possession, combined with a reluctance to restrain and a total disregard for the regulars safety equated into a full grown man being thrown like a Spear---with a fucking rocket attatched to it. One could literally watch the figure get small over the horizon before twinkling into nothingness! "HA! FLY TURTLE FLY!!!!" He chuckled and checked for her stability and safety before continuing to the rocky outpost..."Whattya say? Good throw? No?"
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    And where she went, he simply was. Her dreams. no, her PERIOD, dwarfed the importance of any and everything else that could be, was, and is. He was her foundation. The shield to her sword. In a world of impurities and toxic intent--he was her filter. Oh what a mammoth filter he was. Some here would found solace hiding in the tall grass in ambush, plausibly waiting to leap out at Hyroin's voice and do away with yet another combatant---Not a bad plan considering. Deuce Wraithraiser casts quite the shadow, as anyone in excess of 15' in height would. Needless to say just as he had blocked the sunlight that once basked their location, any "Ray" of hope of a successful ambush had been impeded as well. There was a symmetry here. He hadn't even taken his eye off of the lot of them as she slid down his back and toward the base of the huge tail in his possession that had rotated slightly as to avoid her traveling down the spines that ran along it's top. In that same motion it would have hoisted her weight effortlessly, allowing her a perch that extended her slightly forward and as she expected---above the ground. He'd never let her fall. NEVER. The appendage was at her bidding and at over twice his height in it's length, she'd have more then enough to work with to conduct her efforts. A Deep, harsh voice of gravel responded to a name she was only allowed to call him, "Of course short stuff....just remember what we agreed, No bow's or ribbons are going on me." And right as she casts her weapon forward to do it's deed and bring about misfortune to those unfortunate to feel it's kiss, his own massive mits would have jutted forward for two stragglers to whom which were throttled and dispatched with violent twists of his wrists. -----while still balancing her on his tail. An indication of symmetry that should be noted by anyone foolish enough to approach the pair haphazardly. With certain finality brought to these two, her question was answered again with that gravely voice, "Wouldn't think of it...just remember," before standing up. and flinging the two recently deceased up and away from the two of them for some epic distance, "No Ribbons! No bows!" Clearly she has been threatening him with the decor much to his disapproval.