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Dionysus raised his arms to protect his face as the decay cloud assailed him. The nanites on his suit rushed up his neck, covering every inch of his skin in a thin layer of metal. As he slid his legs linearly to the attack, a sequence of invisible passageways straightened out across his body. The meridians formed the shape of a diamond, sharpest at his foremost wrist and widest at his torso. Bracing for the impact, he split it in two with the palm of his hand. While some of the attack was diverted off, the bit of it that remained tore at his armor. Bits and pieces of his nanites began to flake off, and his skin began to corrode in the places where it did. But it didn't matter. It was but a gambit for the play that he was about to make.

Spoiler

Move: Refill

Reloads: 4
Charges: 0
Refills: 1
HP: 8/10

 

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With the shadowbeast finally standing still, Dionysus was finally able to get a good shot with the minimal chance of failure. Lunging forward through the decay cloud, he appeared right next to a stationary Welfrick. With a large amount of energy built up in his wrist, he jabbed his palm upwards into the shadowbeast's torso. All 2500 neutons of his body's total force was applied to a single point smaller than a needle. The resulting attack would rupture vital organs, potentially ripping a hole straight through the monster.

Spoiler

Move: Doubleshoot

Reloads: 0
Charges: 0
Refills: 1
HP: 8/10

 

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Welfrick Erhard Jagdhund — The Shadowbeast

Too fast, too sudden. The elf didn't even flinch. While his body was not able to follow, his eyes did, and the shadowbeast looked down in disbelief as the hunter drove his palm into his stomach. Pupils constricted as the beast moved back, time itself seeming to move at a painfully slow pace. Then, the unavoidable occurred: impact.

Immediately, the beast lurched forward as he felt momentarily weightless, blood spewing from his throat. The blow itself did not penetrate the skin; however, it would have been more favorable if it did. Something inside his chest, perhaps a rib, was shattered — the piercing pain duly noted. It was a strike which resonated with his entire body, knocking the wind out of him as his head flung back. Still, Welfrick did not move from his spot, but instead stepped back and stood there, motionless.

How could this be? A mere humanoid laying a scratch on him?

There was an anger which spilled over, overwriting the excruciating agony in his side which begged his body to kneel. For so many moons he had been the hunter. He had almost forgotten why he hunted their kind in the first place. His muzzle snapped back down, face now pointed at the man, lips contorted back in a toothed expression that could only be explained as pure, unbridled fury. The man would taste his anger, that would be certain. The shadowbeast's tail which had been hidden underneath the grass suddenly wound itself around the hunter's legs, restraining them with noose-like tightness. Then, Welfrick's arms which hung at his side swung out madly towards Dionysus like a bear-trap, immobilizing the man's arms.

It was in this embrace of death where he would torture his prey endlessly for that night, for as long as he was able, starting with the first act....

... Of sinking his teeth into the shoulder of the arm which dared to touch him.

His jaws slammed shut, clamping deep down on the man's shoulder at the base of the neck, fully intending to tear the limb straight off. At the taste of blood, the shadowbeast increased the pressure until he heard the first crunch, wanting the man to know what the sound of a cracking clavicle was...

... Because this man was going to hear every bone in his body snap before Welfrick would be done with him.

Spoiler

Move: Doubleshoot

Reloads: 4 → 0
Charges: 0
Refills: 0
HP: 10/10 → 2/10

@Sleepy Seal

Edited by Artificer
You'll live.

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Only sheep would sit still and allow themselves to be devoured.

 

Welfrick was quick and powerful, recovering rapidly from the blow and pouncing on him with lethal intent. Dionysus curled his legs in, falling flat on his back in response. The tail swept cleanly below his rear, but his defensive stance didn’t stop the muscular arms of the shadowbeast from catching his own at his sides.

 

He wrenched about. It was what he was trained to do. He swung his body from side to side, vibrating so quickly that the friction would burn straight through Welfrick’s paws. He thought he was making a breakthrough when there suddenly a searing agony in his right shoulder. He let out a howl, an ear-piercing cry of a grown man. The kind that would send flocks of birds fluttering out of their branches in terror.

 

Rolling onto his back, he caught his assailant’s chest with the soles of his feet, taking extra initiative to press hard into the area where he had dented the creature’s torso. The impact was sure to cause a brief shock in Welfrick’s nervous system. Within that window of a fraction of a second, Dionysus slipped his left arm out of his grip, parted the shadowbeast’s lips, and tore his right arm free.

 

There was a massive splurge of blood that splattered across both himself and Welfrick. He dug his heels into the ground and kicked like his life depended on it. There was another shower of blood as he slid below Welfrick’s mane. A stream of nanites rolled up Dionysus’ body in an attempt to stem the blood flow from the several open wounds on his upper limbs.

 

A second layer, his back was up against a tree as he breathed heavily. He took only a moment to gaze back at Welfrick before he turned and bolted off. As he ran, he came to the jolting realisation that he could not feel a thing in his arm. He didn’t know if it was still there. He didn’t want to stop to check.

Spoiler

Move: -None-

Reloads: 0
Charges: 0
Refills: 1
HP: 0/10

 

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Welfrick Erhard Jagdhund — The Shadowbeast

[FINAL SCENE]

 

And there he was — standing triumphantly with his bloody trophy in mouth was the shadowbeast, Welfrick Erhard Jagdhund.

While the elf had ran, he had not escaped unscathed. Clenched tightly between the beast's two rows of fine, ivory teeth was Dionysus's severed arm — a gory lesson to those who would hunt the one and only Beast of the Pines. While Welfrick would have liked to have chased the hunter across the woods to claim the rest of the man's limbs, he could not. The one lucky blow the elf had landed was enough to leave the indomitable staggering. The elf had struck him well.

It was then he sat down in the middle of the glade. The shadowbeast took his time with the hunk of flesh. It was not everyday he had a meal that fought back. The defeat of his adversary was enough to sate his appetite for that night.

He wondered....

CRACK. He was right: the bones crushed like candy, sweet marrow sliding down his throat.

He couldn't wait to meet Dionysus once again, he thought, licking his lips in eager anticipation for the near future. The rare, refined taste of elves was such a treat.

He would be waiting. Yes, he would be waiting....

Spoiler

Move: Victory is Sweet, is it Not?

Reloads: 0
Charges: 0
Refills: 0
HP: 2/10

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Edited by Artificer

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