A World Torn Apart

[Virgil- The Prophet]

Virgil skillfully evades the low strike but the downward comes to fast and he is slammed to the ground, a cloud of dust raising.

As the dust clears Virgil appears from under it, the blade of the sword held between his hands, stopped an inch above his flesh.

"Ha ha, that was close. But one touch is all I need." Virgil slides under the dragon's legs, disolving into a ooze and rushing under him, reforming behind him, sword in hand again. "I learn a little more each time." Virgil attack, a rushing thrust. ((DMC, Stinger attack))

[Samuel]

Samuel realizes that he's just been completely agnored.
"Oh well. Guess I should rest up."
He walks to his room.

[Deetric Proudmore]

"Well," Deetric slowly rubs her neck with his hand, his other dropping the spounge and rising to her neck as well, massaging her tired muscles. "I'm not saying we should do nothing. But, neither of us can fight Louhi. It is beyond us both."

[Helene]

I lower my head into the water again and come back up.
-Your right. Fine, Ill stay here. But soon or later, I want to physically help. Okay?-

I stand up and hold my hand out for Deetric to hand me my towel.

[Deetric Proudmore]

Deetric grabs a towel off the stand and passes it into Helene's hand. "Good. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

[Miguel Guevara]

I frown even deeper at Bassarov.
-Mi amigo... This is a huge dragon. Why not use guerrila warfare on him instead. He cannot kill what he cannot see... si?
I take out my machette and look at the dragon.

[Damascus]

((I loved that game, DMC2 sucked though))
Damascus doesn't turn, but jumps onto the tip off the sword.
He looks over his shoulder.
"I'm not that slow either."
He back flips off the sword, jump twenty feet into the air and transforms his sword into a Greatsword.
((Dragon hunter, the manga, style))
"Block This!" It was a command.
He falls with his sword behind his back. He then slashes downward strongly.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Hmm...well that would require the rebels to retreat into the woods around the city and sustain a series of small scale attacks. He could simply burn the forest down, making that tactic difficult if not impossible. That is why we must attack him directly. I do appreciate your idea though."

Miguel was used to fighting capitalists, often times retreating into the mountains and luring them into traps and ambushes set by small groups of revolutionaries.
This however, was a different time and situation.

Bassarov nears the dragon. He charges his sickle with dark energy and starts the attack.

[Helene]

I wrap the towel around me and step out. I lightly kiss Deetric on the lips on the way out of the bathroom.
-Never knew you cared so much.-
I smiled and sit on the bed.
-Hungry?-

[Virgil- The Prophet]

"As you wish!"

Virgil strikes upwards with Alastar as the dragon strikes down. Lightning dances on the blade as the weapons smash together.

The ground shakes and shatters, a crater forming around the pair as they drop three feet into the cement, forming a bowl depression from the downward force of the Wyrm's strike.

"Your strong as well as fast. But you don't style!" Virgil swtiches his grip to one hand and swirls his blade, rolling the dragon's off to the side and pressing forwards, turning the blade right at the beast's form.

[Valkoinen Joki]

((hmm... i think dama is in his human form...))

i grin slightly and turn back to her. "then again... i could always take my frustration out on you.... you do have healing right?. if not then it'll hurt a hell of a lot..."

[Miguel Guevara]

((I thought we were surrounded by buildings...))
Miguel steps back and looks at the surroundings.
-Hmm... You are right. That blow from Kashei (sp?) his messed me up.-
I rub the blade my machette against my pants and walks up to the dragon.
-This is going to me muy difícil-

[Fei Fong Wong]

((Sorry Samuel, I would have responded but my computer was acting up))

I see Bassarov joining the battle and look up at the dragon.

"S'hit!" I say. "Weltall!"

A massive gray gear flies through the air and lands in front of me, its thingypit opening. I leap into it and start the systems, preparing for battle.

[Valodya Bassarov]

((I assumed you meant a tactic similar to what was used during the cuban revolution and in leftist movements throughout south america, where rebels retreat to forests or mountains where they can hide, set traps, and ambush opposition groups, rahter than something urban. sorry))

Bassarov strikes again with his sickle, staying to the left of where Miguel is attacking.

[Deetric Proudmore]

"Sort of. I had a sandwich a little while ago but it was mostly bread." Deetric sits down besides Helene, turning his head to look at her. "I suppose it's my fault for not making my feelings more well known. I've just lived most of my life with my feelings close to my vest. A negotitor isn't supposed to show his emotions. I'm still adjusting to this new state of things."