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Vergil     The dwarven settlement of Gravelspit is remarkably artisan despite its lowbrow name. Handsome roads of cobbled stone weave under the earth through massively excavated chambers serving as living quarters, shopping districts, and all the necessities a civilisation needs. The place is lit not just by torches and sconces, but also ever-bubbling pools of lava, the height of dwarven decadence.

    However, there is an air of tension about the place. Mothers carry their children, two in each arm, to a safe place as the local militia check their crossbows and sharpen their axes. The local legendary wrestler is lathering himself in oil and stretching in anticipating of a fight. Overlooking it all is the local noble, Urist McGoldgleam. You can tell he's a noble because he's clad in ridiculously specific garb that was obviously custom-made for him, like a robe made from woven rabbit hide. "Awright, it's about time ya tall ones showed up," he snarls, not entirely unpleasantly. "We already got tow of ye outside the gates. That's where you'll be holdin' the line. We kin handle a couple slippin' past yas, but don't make a habit of it. Kill 'em all!"

    The thick wooden gates with metal reinforcements part just enough to allow everyone outside, before being slammed shut behind them once more. Outside the gates is a very well-lit cavern that leads into the dark, deep bowels of the earth. Groaning, scraping, and shrieking echo from the dark gap, every getting closer.

    Two figures stand before it. One clad in a red jacket, the other in blue, each clutching a sword. "Hey! Ya made it!" Tony shouts over his shoulder. Vergil turns, sniffs lightly, and only says "Don't get in my way." Tony punches Vergil on the arm and says, "Oh come on man, they can hold their own." "I was speaking to you also, Dante." There's a tiny hit of a smirk in his words as Tony gets offended.

    A demon arises from the hole.

    A great centipede, with legs hewn of stone and venom spraying from its mouth which bears multiple rows of teeth. It is joined by a great bronze colossus in the shape of a misformed man, and after that, a ball of black corrosive sludge. They come, in all shapes and forms, bearing down on them and Gravelspit.

    "I bet I can take more of them than you," Tony says to Vergil, who sniffs dismissively. "You are welcome to try, dear brother." The two look at each other for a moment, before charging into the oncoming horde.
Cantio      A new face is here today! It belongs to one purple haired girl with a rather enthusiastic look in her eyes, and she seems a bit distracted with simply gawking and marveling at the settlement. The architecture, the training routines, that oiled up wrestler... It takes Cantio a few moments to finally refocus herself on actually listening, nodding firmly once things start making more sense to her.

    "We'll make sure nothing gets through here. Please, leave the defenses to us." She offers as some small amount of reassurance before stepping outside with the rest of the group, glancing between the figures in red and blue. She shrinks back for a moment at the latter's remark, then straightens up when Tony offers his own bit of moral support.

    "I haven't fought in this region before, but... I won't let you down! Now, what kind of-" Cantio promptly yelps at the sight of the centipede bursting out of the ground, calming down by the time the colossus and the other beings start to appear. "If we're dealing with crowds, then..."

    She reaches her hand out, and the air glimmers with translucent purple squares as a handle appears in front of her. She grips it with both hands and forms a long triangular blade out from the grip, then joins Tony and Vergil in charging into the fray. She doesn't do anything particularly fancy just yet, instead opting to leap around with heavy strikes to keep herself light on her feet and ready to adjust her strategy quickly!
Edward Blackwell      Tension like a fat man on the operating table. Too much to cut, too much to do. The tobacco stink can't hide sweat from hurried mothers. A grey serpent trails from the cigarette. It pauses every so often as its owner examines the art. Thin fingers scratch stubble on an axe-sharp chin. Edward doesn't really understand art.

     It's probably nice.

     Messy brown hair says 'I don't care' to an underground world. Occasionally a running child gets a tap on the forehead, an older brother's teasing. They pass by the swirling labcoat refreshed and confused. Earth-brown eyes take in earth-brown walls as lanky legs click-clack against cobbled stone. There are decent shoes on the end of those legs. He did not buy the shoes. God knows where he found them.

     Thin lips do not part for Urist McGoldgleam save to remove the smoke to favor a styrofoam cup of coffee. He is not really listening. Go out the gate. Fight the monster. This is what it's like to be an adventurer.

     He's from fucking Toronto.

     This is weird as hell. This is Feeple weird.

     The gates swing open. Edward walks up to Dante and Vergil. His piano-player hand sticks out in front of the two. "Hey."

     "Glad to see you guys again."

     And he means it.

     And it is a testament to either his apathy or his self-confidence that he can be standing there in front of them in a hot pink belly shirt.

     It says CLUB BITCH on it.

     He's about to say something else when the centipede shows up. Dead-earth eyes turn upwards towards the rising beast. The bronze colossus. The pile of sludge.

     This is his life now.

     This just, this *is* his life now.

     Good God.

     Dante and Vergil go shooting off. Edward takes a deep breath, downs his coffee in one go. The coffee cup is crushed and discarded. A dwarf'll pick it up. Probably come outside and get killed in the process.

     A glint of steel. A scalpel, spinning between ultra-nimble fingers. A gunfighter with no gun. The blade doesn't cut what he doesn't want it to.

     The walk forward is not hunched. He is tall and lanky and thin. No great muscles. No bulging arms. No blazing aura. Just a man with a scalpel walking towards hell.

     Two fingers in the mouth beneath the cigarette.

     FWEEEEEEEEEEET.

     A single finger up for the monsters.

     Charging into hell.

     The blade flashes and flickers. The man with no muscles and no aura moves like a puppet. He dances because his body tells him how. He jumps because he is dragged by his mind. He lands on a demon and punches his blade into its eye. This is not a person. This is a demon.

                                   death                                    

     The procedure is a simple one. Life-saving. Cigarette to burn the impurities out of a person's blood.

                                   death                                    

     The cigarette meets the bloody scalpel-tip.

     Smoke billows into the blood.

     Reverse the procedure.

                                   death                                    

     Impurities pumped into the bloodstream it may not have had until now. Impurities imposed onto the world. The heartbeat of the universe in reverse.

                                   DEATH                                    

     Edward slides off the demon and gestures for more to come. The lanky healing machine in a hot pink CLUB BITCH belly shirt.

     Eyes that see death and force it into things that may not know how to stay dead.

     Here they will learn.
Sarracenia      The call for help went out, and the heroic Princess Sarracenia has come to offer her aid! As is usual when she expects a fight she wears her battle dress, a garment consisting of thick black leather and red metal panels. She carries her DK Hammer resting on her shoulder and walks with the proud arrogance one might expect from a noble.

     That is, until she sees something shiny in one of the vendor carts. At which point she blinks before heading that way at a brisk walk. As a result, it takes her a bit longer than the others to reach the gate. But once she does she looks at the incoming demons, the gathered defenders, and at the wall behind them, then steps forward. She hears the discussion between Tony and Vergil and smirks. "Is this to be a competition? If so, then I shall decimate you both!" she exclaims.

     She then reaches into her satchel purse and pulls out...a leaf! With a squeeze it disappears and leaves her with a set of racoon ears and a tail. She leaps upward and toward the wall, then wall kicks off of it and somersaults through the air before coming to a hover above the rest of the defenders.

     Once there she reaches into her purse once more and pulls out a bullet nearly the size of herself with a shark-face on its conic tip. She tosses it upward, then another, then goes into a graceful spin with her hammer outstretched. As the Bullet Bills come down, each is smacked on the flat. And with a sound like a cannon firing they go rocketing toward two of the incoming demons.
Damocles Without any warning, a burst of purple fire scorches the air a little aways from the defenders' front line.  The fire is instant, a quick flash of chaotic violet that's gone as fast as it arrived, leaving in its place, one towering wizard, clad in cyan robes. 

It's definitely unclear by looking at him, which side he's going to be on in this fight.  The skulls that adorn his outfit, his face obscured by shadows save for two glowing blue eyes, and staff topped with a sinister-looking eye definitely mark him as a follower of Chaos, or at least someone who is not on the bright side of the moral choice system.

His initial actions don't clear things up much either.  His glowing blue eyes cast from the gathered defense to the newly appeared attackers, and he gives a brief nod of satisfaction.  "Ah, so that's what it was," he says to himself, though loud enough for anyone paying attention to him to hear.

The question of which side Damocles is taking, gets quickly resolved in the next few seconds though, as his eyes narrow to flat lines, and he peers dangerously towards the demons.  "You're making a mess here.  Cracks like this need to be patched before the whole /wall crumbles/."

Another flash of violet fire, and Damocles is transported very near where the demons are.  He appears in a bright flash of flame, and even before the flame has cleared, his Force Staff is swept in a level arc in front of him, leveraging the extreme strength and speed his Astartes biology affords him to try smashing through three nearby demons with his Force Staff before they can react to his sudden arrival.
Rean Schwarzer Rean gets the distress call, and is here to help. People run Past, evacuating and preparing for battle. For an underground city, it's surprisingly brighter and prettier than he'd expected.  Rean gives McGoldgleam a nod. Don't let the demons too far past the gates. Good to know that the local visual code for nobility was the same as Zemuria's at least, difference in material aside.

Once at the gate, things start crawling out of the depths. But well, he could handle demons.

And if they were competing...

"Hey, you! Pay attention!" Rean shouts, pointing at a cluster of 3 demons.

Rean then rushes in towards them, keeping his sword sheathed until the last second. As he passes, he unsheaths it, the strike blooming into many slashes.
Vergil     The battle is joined.

    Cantio begins to carve through the demon's flesh. Her force blade parts rocky, metallic skin, thick chitin, and all manner of touch exteriors, leaving them bleeding and twitchy on the floor. Sarracenia takes to the air and begins slamming massive bullets down on the horde with her hammer, the resulting explosions tearing them apart and making the cavern shake. Rean gracefully slices through a group with a quickdraw, creating clean gaps from which they bleed out.

    But be not fooled; these demons are no pushovers.

    Edward and Damocles both begin to engage. Both the frail-looking man and the massive wall of meat are knocked aside by the bronze golem before they can even begin their offensive. It approaches them, only for a voice to cut through the chaos. "What's the matter? Ya scared?"

    Tony stands with them, before throwing his gothic greatsword at the titan, the blade whirling between it's legs to open them up before he draws his two handguns and completely shatters its legs with a flurry of gunfire, the bullets passing through and catching another behind it. Vergil is across the cavern, launching a group into the air with a rising whirling slash, and then pinning them with a downpour of summoned swords.

    "Keep it together!" Tony shouts as a fresh wave comes pouring out from below. "Some have slipped past us," Vergil reminds everyone as he faces them.
Rean Schwarzer A few of the demons move past the front line, and Rean whirls around to face them.
"Oh no you don't! ARCUS, activate!" Rean shouts, and starts charging an orbal art, blue light surrounding him for a moment. The spell loads, and Rean gestures forward. A crimson spell circle appears in the sky, and from within it falls a hail of flaming rocks falling over the two stray demons.
Damocles Damocles is knocked aside by the charging golem that manages to catch him before he had regained his bearings from the teleport.  He really needs to keep in mind precisely what's around his target when he does that.

Still, he recovers fast, skidding to a stop with his massive boots clawing trenches in the ground, and his staff slammed down to balance himself out.  He stands to his full height just about the time he's taunted, and in response, he laughs.   "Fear?  What a -grand- idea."  His eyes arch a little in amusement, just before he leaps into the air, his powerful legs propelling himself far higher than someone of his build should jump.

At the apex of his leap, he lashes his arm around, hurling his Force Staff forward, bottom of the staff first.  The force weapon cuts through the air like a bolt of lightning, aimed to slam into the middle of a group of demons with a thunderous crack.  The staff bristles with energy, and anyone who tries to grab it out of the ground will find it like trying to grab the blade of a lightsaber.  They will receive only burnt flesh for their effort.

Meanwhile, instead of falling, a small shockwave explodes underneath Damocles, and he quite literally shatters.  From the shocksaves, a dozen Damocles are sent flying in all directions, each one landing in a clearing from the demons.  Each are exactly identical to the eyes, ears, and even nose, though all but one are illusions.  Each one of the dozen Damocles clones identically holds their arms out, bidding any demon who wants to try their luck to come and get him.
Cantio      As the horde of demons aiming for Gravelspit grows and show their resilience, Cantio finds herself with a whole lot of options on how to proceed. To make things worse, Vergil mentions that some of the demons have already broken past the group, making it even harder to decide. Remain fighting on the frontlines? Focus on support? Fall back to bolster the backlines? She only has two arms to shoot or stab things!

     ... And robots. She needed to give them a test, anyway, so this looks like an ideal opportunity to do so. "Let's keep these things on their toes!" Once again, the purple cubes shimmer as Cantio yanks a pair of drones out of them, flinging them upwards moments later.

    "Keep your eyes up there, please! You'll need to if you want to avoid this!" She shouts at the horde as the drones drift to a stop, then start descending while blasting lasers out at the horde below. They're certainly flashy between the light show and Cantio directing their fire from below (probably more for appearances than anything else), but are they going to actually hit anything before they're intercepted?
Edward Blackwell      Backhanded.

     Edward hits the ground. He scrapes a trench out of the ground as he lands, rolling, bouncing, until he stops at Dante's feet. Dante asks if he's scared.

     "Yes. Terrified."

     And he means it. He's not a fighter. His existence isn't meant for killing. Yes, he is absolutely capable of it, and no, he can't die. But what he just tried to do terrifies him.

     He's actually kind of thankful he got knocked out of it before he could finish the strike. That could've...

     Well.

     He knew he could do it. That was the frightening thing.

     He picks himself up off the ground. Again there is the sense of the lanky puppet, the wobbling thing that shouldn't be, all cut strings and dangling joints as he rises. The Archetype stares at the monsters. He does not want to end them. Now that he's tried, now that he's felt that pulsing inside him, that unnatural, unnerving inversion of everything he is...he can't. He knows that he can't. He knows that, even though these are not human - nothing like human - have no humanity at all about them - he cannot do it.

     That quiet thankfulness that he was interrupted, that twitching fear, snaps back as he slides backwards, away from a smashing fist. His eyes unfocus. Alright. He's not a match for them physically.

     But they don't seem especially smart.

     Edward lights another cigarette and holds it up in front of himself. The smoke coils into the air. His voice echoes outwards.

    "You might as well just kill yourselves now and save me the effort."    

     It's a thought. It's Edward reaching out to *grab* the monsters by the mind, reaching out to twist the dials of their brains inside-out and make them do as he wants. The echoes reach into their minds to grab emotion and turn it to fear, terror, soul-bending horror at the mere concept of Edward Blackwell. Anger turns to fury turns to wrath. They will thrash and thrash and thrash and tear themselves apart and he will walk forward spinning his scalpel to drive them back into the depths from which they came.

     Strangely, this is more comfortable.
Sarracenia      Sarracenia hmphs and gives her hair a toss when her targeted demons go down, but it seems there are plenty more where those came from. She turns her hammer downward as she flies over the horde then stands on top of it. "You can't even handle a little princess and you think you can destroy an entire town of dwarves? Hahahaha!" She laughs with as much haughtiness as she can to draw them in.

     Then she falls, riding her hammer down. She plummets like a meteor, and when she hits the ground her hammer craters the ground and sends out a powerful shockwave. She pulls her hammer from the small crater and rushes at the demons before going into a spin. Like a weighted battle top she starts spiraling through the crowd, aiming to pummel a number of demons with her hammer.
Vergil     Now that the early jitters are out, everyone really begins to get into it. Rean's summoned meteors splatter the two demons that had managed to slip past the front lines, crushing them into acrid paste that lets off worrying fumes.

    Damocles's staff craters into the rock and sends a group of demons flying. One of them, made entiely of seven-fingered hands, does indeed try to grab it, and it's flammable blood instantly catches alight. The sorcerer's illusions meanwhile scatter, sowing confusion among the denizens of Hell.

    Cantio emits drones. The demons don't know what they are, and neither do the dwarfs watching from the wall. So as it begins emitting lasers that cook through the crowds beneath them, they begin to cheer in amazement as the awful stench of cooked demon meat hits the air.

    Edward is scared, but he is not deathly scared. That's for the demons now. He speaks his terrible threat, and the mindless things comply. Several throw themselves on a stalagmite, allowing the rock to impale them. Two of them mutually tear the other apart. One buries their face into a pool of acidic blood, allowing it to eat through their skull and dissolve their brain. It's an awful sight.

    Sarracenia twirls through the horde like a ballerina crossed with a wrecking ball. Demons go flying and impact hard against the wall, leaving their vague figure imprinted against the rock, if they're lucky. The unlucky one becomes bloody smears.

    Vergil launches a demon with a palm thrust, before taking its dropped bronze blade and hurling it like a javelin, making it impale them and the demon behind them. Tony is presently riding a horselike demon like a rodeo clown, shouting "WOOHOO! YEAH!" before somehow, from that position, suplexing it onto another demon, killing them both. The two both rush at the final demon standing and both slash with their swords, carving it into thirds. "I got that last one!" Tony shouts at Vergil, who only rolls his eyes. "Ridiculous. I'm much faster than you."

    Thankfully, there is much more to go around.

    The cave cracks and suddenly wides as a massive group of demons arive, blowing through the rock to make room for themselves. They descend on the group as Tony pops his neck. "Good thing they showed up, or I was gonna have to settle this with you." "Good thing indee... what is that noise?"

    The dwarves on the wall are making a spectacle. They're clapping and cheering and urging the Elites on. Presently, it seems Cantio has captured their attention. "GIT 'EM GIRL! LEAD THE WAY FOR US, AND WE'LL CARVE ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HELL WIT' YA!"
Edward Blackwell      Alright, well.

     That's that, then.

     They die. They fling themselves against the walls, against the stones. They beat themselves to death, heads bursting open as they smash against the floor over and over. These are things that have no minds; taking what isn't there is surprisingly easy for Edward. It's just a flick of the tongue to make them die, a flick of thought to make them kill themselves. He could probably do it to normal people.

     See, it's thoughts like that that scare Edward more than any monster.

     The thought that he could be the monster is much, much more unnerving.

     And it's like he said. It's all easy until it's a real bastard under the knife. Then you have a choice to make.

     Still, at present, the only thing Edward has to do is watch them die. As more pull out of the ground, though, Edward becomes thoroughly certain - that won't be as easy this time.

     So instead he spins his scalpel back into his fingers and starts walking forward, into the crowd.

     There are *so* many of them. *So, so* many of them. It's absurd how many there are. And it means that it's going to be hard for them to dodge, hard for them to duck, hard for them to *evade*. It's going to be hard for them to move out of the way.

     Edward strolls along under massive monsters, scalpel flicking this way and that. It's a glint of moonlight, a glint of silver. Flick, flick, slash slash slash. Flick, flick, slash slash slash. He tears open hamstrings and guts in single strokes, crippling and murdering in one elegant cut. He flicks his blade up through legs into ribcages, carving out what lies within. Occasionally he tosses the scalpel straight up through something's head, where it lodges until the monster falls over, at which point Edward simply pulls the thing out and resumes his carving march.

     "This is fuckin' annoying."

     His free hand tosses the spent cigarette to the ground. A demon falls on it. The last embers die in a puff of stylistic ash.

     "Wonder if we can just skip down there and find where they're coming from."
Damocles The dozen Damocles clones all look around as the demons are torn down as fast as they can appear.  Such a lack of commitment.  These demons could have at least brought enough forces to pretend to put up a proper siege.

Then, as if on queue, more pop up.  The twelve Damocles all look around as one, and nods.  Ah good.  There are more of them.  Well, they could hardly allow a charge like this to go unanswered, now can they?   Each clone stretches their neck out a little bit, crouches just slightly, and then, as if a race just started, each one breaks into a full speed sprint at the demons!

They charge heedlessly at various demons, each clone picking a demon.  They don't pick different demons though, with several clones each smashing into the same demon.  Whenever they touch, the clones pop like bubbles, leaving a black mist in their wake.  One by one the illusions crash into the demon and burst.  At first, it would seem like they aren't doing anything at all. 

However, that black mist lingers.  And as it gathers around the demons, two in particular, it begins to sink into them.  As it does, the demons would feel, building up in their brain, a pure, primal terror.  Not of anything specific, but an empty, manic terror that lashes wildly in their brain, searching for a source for their fear.  That source would be anything that's close: Specifically, their fellow demons, now looming like horrid threats seconds away from ending their own existence.  Whether the possessed demons choose to fight or flee, either works for Damocles's purposes.

There is a third demon that is hit by one of the Damocles clones as well.  However, this one does not burst, because it is not, in fact, an illusion, but the real Damocles charging in with his clones.  This one just levels a massive shoulder tackle at the demon, followed by a kick, aimed at its check, powerful enough to shatter boulders.  It's not elegant, but who needs to be elegant when you are a mountain of meat?
Cantio      As the demons' numbers are thinned out through the Elites' combined efforts and start to fill the air with the stench of death in various forms, Cantio can feel her gag reflex starting to kick in. She's fought monsters at home before, but the lingering smell and corpses have her trying to mentally parse out just what it is she's feeling.

    She can hear cheering. She's... Doing well, then? The dwarves on the wall certainly appear to think so when she glances back at them, and that gets the lass with the lasers fired up as she raises her free hand to catch the drones on their descent.

    "That's right... I'll need to get used to this. One day, if I ever..." She murmurs to herself quietly to psyche herself up, raising the blade overhead before pointing it forward from her shoulder in both hands. A flash of light engulfs her, and then Cantio's... Still there, but now her translucent purple sword is absolutely huge!

    Also, she's got mechanical wings/jet boostery things now. Her outfit also looks a lot more metallic and plasticky than before. "Hold the line, please! We're here to defend you above all else, so... So don't put yourselves at risk. Leave the risky stuff to us!" And with that, Cantio launches herself into the air before diving towards the horde, sweeping over them with deft slashes of her blade each time, aiming to cleave through their ranks with flashy swordplay and rapid flight! She might be getting a little too fancy with each pass, though, almost as if...

     As if she's trying to live up to the hype from the dwarves.
Sarracenia      As the last of the demons fall Sarracenia spins to a stop and wobbles a bit dizzily before shaking her head to clear it and taking a look around. She smirks, then laughs. "Haha! Just as I thought! You are not even a challenge for the great Princess Sarracenia!" she says.

     Only to be drown out by cheers from dwarves for someone /who is not her/!! She hmphs and looks toward the dwarves, then toward Cantio. "I -suppose- the laser light show was -kind of- cool." she says begrudgingly before looking toward Rean. "What do you think? Which of us is more flashy?" she asks him. Her expression makes it clear that he better say Sarracenia if he values his life.

     The princess ponders a moment before smirking. "I know how to get their attention." she says quietly to herself. She pulls out a black box, about the size of a shoe box. One might think she is about to change outfits, but instead she hits a red button on the box. The box starts to unfold...and unfold...and unfold until it is a cannon large enough to house a car! And with a 'Ka-Thunk' a shell of appropriately outrageous size slides into view, its shark-face pointed outward. Sarracenia aims the cannon at the horde, then smirks at the demons. "You call yourselves demons? You seem more like daisies to me! Why did you even come here? Did the mean widdle dwarves wake you from your widdle naps?" she taunts them.

     Then hees. "Well, let me help you get some rest. In pieces!" she exclaims before firing the cannon. The Bonzai Bill comes roaring out like a space rocket launching. Not exactly fast at first, but with plenty of smoke and fire and noise. And it heads right for the center of the horde.

     When it reaches them, it explodes violently, showering them with shrapnel. Then again, and again, and again it explodes in rapid succession, each explosion more powerful than the last. It sounds much more like gunshots if gunshots rocked caverns. It finally pauses before unleashing one last explosion, even more powerful than the others. Powerful enough that it leaves a mushroom cloud in its wake. And hopefully plenty of toasted demons!
Rean Schwarzer And the backline is clear again! Rean turns around and...there's a LOT more demons coming out of the hole. Rean sighs. "No end to you guys..." Rean mutters to himself.

Edward says something about hopping into the hole and dealing with the problem at the source. "Maybe." Rean says with a shrug. "But then we'd be in their territory, wouldn't we? But if you're up for going into Hell right now- Wait, is that where demons come from on this world, anyway?"

And then Sarra grabs is attention. "Uh..." Rean lets out an awkward laugh. He knew that look. It was the 'do I look fat, and don't say yes' look. But he can't QUITE bringh himself to lie to Sarra about that.  "Both of you were very flashy!" Rean says, and then turns his attention back to the horde.

Ok, well...People were starting to get really flashy, and he was starting to feel a bit left behind. What to do....

Well...there was /that/, but was he up for it? Would he just freak out again?

Rean takes a deep breath. Stumbles aside, he /did/ make progress with it since that time in the excavation dig in what felt like an eternity ago.

"Hey, Vergil." Rean says, hoisting his sword over his head. He could do this, right? "Watch." He lets out a shout and there's that burst of darkness, and his his hair and eyes turning white and red respectively. But he's focused, not enraged.

"Ok!" Rean shouts, more to psych himself up than anything else. Rean rushes in, swinging his blade with immense force at a cluster of 3 demons, aiming to slice them to ribbons if he can.
Vergil     Precise. Clean. Surgical. Edward moves through the demons like a doctor through a Code Black hospital. Even with their alien anatomy, he always finds the right place to nick, slice, and open to leave them bleeding out and twitching on the floor. By the time he's done, the trail of gore behind him is immense, and yet he remains spotless. Sterile, even in his pink shirt with the bad language.

    The illusory Damocles barrel into demons, leaving only smoke. The demons disregard it, until it pervades their lungs and their minds, driving them into a manic frenzy. They turn on their own misbegotten kind, snarling and ripping and striking, and are struck in turn until they lie dead. The one the real Damocles tackles is knocked down, and the mighty kick crudely severs its head, sending it sailing through the air.

    The dwarves in response to Cantio's recklessness aim their crossbows and fire a thick volley of bolts. They whistle impressively through the air before burying themselves in demons, taking out a number of them. The girl herself takes to the air and begins carving at the demons from above. There's naught they can do about it. Several try to grab or swat at her, but her high-speed flight keeps her out of reach.

    Sarracenia produces a box that unfolds into a cannon. A massive cannon. The cheers of the dwarves silence as she lines up her shot and fires. The sheer kinetic energy of the Bonzai Bill tears through multiple demons, and then the explosion wipes out the rest. The caverns shake, but do not collapse, and the recipient of the dwarves' adoration shifts. "BLOW 'EM UP!" "GIT 'EM GIRLIE!" they shout to Sarracenia.

    Rean shifts. Vergil is watching carefully as his hair turns white, and he cleaves through multiple demons in a single swing, painting the air black and green and red. "You've improved your control at least," Vergil concedes. "But you're restraining your bloodlust. One can remain in control, and intent on taking a life. Observe."

    Vergil begins to shimmer with a purple haze. His eyes begin to shine red as a palpable desire and capacity to kill spills out of him. A group of demons are given pause as he looks at them and simply utters, "Die." A cluster of shimmering blue orbs engulf them before being overtaken by a flurry of cuts, shredding them to pieces. And then the hilt of Vergil's sword meets its sheath once more.

    "Oh, are we doing that?" Tony asks, before tensing his whole body. It takes him a moment, but he is suddenly engulfed in lighting before leaping into the air with his dual handguns and firing a nonstop torrent of bullets downward, the recoil holding him aloft as he shoots.

    More demons pour from the hole, but this seems to be the rear guard. Not as many as that last group, the remnants of which now push past them. Time to mop up.
Cantio      "Eh? O-oh, thanks! I've been working on their aiming capabilities for a long time, but it's just so much easier to just control them manually, and-" Cantio stops herself from going on too much of a tangent in response to Sarracenia, pausing to watch her curiously when she asks Rean about flashiness.

    Naturally, Cantio doesn't seem to understand why at all. She does let out a surprised noise at the sheer amount of explosions being put out, though, and she even finds herself unwittingly joining the dwarves at cheering the princess on.

    Thankfully, she does catch herself doing that before too long, and her attention shifts back to the battle at hand. Even though she's not the target of Vergil's words to Rean, she still listens, and her targets becomes clearer once she takes that moment to watch. To breathe. To focus.

    The sword gets thrown into the air, the handle twisting into the weapon at a 90 degree angle just as Cantio catches it and points it at the demons that have slipped through the frontline defense. "Intent, huh...? Then mine is..."

     She never actually says it. Instead, the purple-haired girl rushes towards her intended targets in the MIDLINES, sprinting past them as the edges of her weapon glow an eye-searing pink in color. "You're too slow! As long as I'm here, I won't let you lay a finger on that gate!"

     Once Cantio passes the demons, she flings herself forward while pointing the tip of her weapon at them. The blinding energy focuses into the tip of the blade, then explodes out in an array of flashing lasers! Some are curved, some spin, some of them split off each other, but they're all focused on the singular task of shooting a bunch of targets in quick succession.
Damocles Damocles laughs softly as the demons are cut down around him.  He shakes his head a little as he begins to stride forward, heedless of the danger posed by the ravenous hordes of daemonic minions charging forward.  In fact, the number of demons in front of him is somewhat of a comfort.  This is starting to feel like home. 

It doesn't quite feel like home yet, though.  No, not quite yet.

As he walks, he holds his hand out towards where his staff is still embedded in the ground.  With a pull of energy, the staff is pulled from the ground, and begins flying through the air, soaring rapidly through the sky until a moment later, it slams into his hand.  He catches it, looks it over, and then nods in satisfaction. 

This 'Blackwell' fellow mentioned diving through the portal and going into hell, and Damocles has a different plan.  Why go to hell, when you can bring hell up to you?

"Alright 'demons'.  Let's see if you truly deserve such a lofty title."

Rapidly, the Chaos Sorcerer begins to walk forward.  Up until now, he's mostly used his magics for backup, relying on physical strength as his main offense.  Now, he proves himself worthy of the title 'Sorcerer'.  His body begins to glow with a violet aura as he channels chaotic Warp energy through himself, holding the Eye of Tzeentch, his trademark staff, in front of him.  Powerful, twisting Chaotic energy is channeled through his soul, amplified by the Eye of Tzeentch, and then cast into the spaces between the fabric of reality, all around the position the demons fortify.

As he channels, fissures begin to crack the air.  Small spaces where reality can't handle the strain of the Warp and bursts open.  This small fissures rapidly become tears in the barrier of reality and the immaterial, and through them, pours vast, unthinkable amounts of Warp energy.  The chaotic, twisting Warp energy doesn't care that it envelops demons or men, the physical, spiritual or anything else.  Whatever it touches, it tears.  The uncontrollable power twists and rips apart everything over a vast area, violet energy like a sweeping pillar of flame erupting all around the gathered demons.
Sarracenia      Sarracenia's eyes narrow at Rean as he chooses the safe route out of her trap for him, but that is forgotten quickly in her glee over causing a massive explosion! The dwarves and even Cantio cheer for her and she smirks smugly and gives her hair a toss. "So, how many is that now? I believe I have eliminated at least 16~" she says to the others, obviously expecting it to be the highest number.

     As she looks back at the others though she realizes...there are demons past the front line! She hefts her hammer, leaving the cannon where it is for now before she goes after the demons. She hears Vergil and Rean talking, but is much more focused on herself at the moment. Rean's hair change does catch her attention though and she blinks. "That is quite a unique style yourself, Rean~" she says with something between a smirk and a smile.

     With a kill streak on the line she charges toward the demons with her hammer. She goes spiraling into the horde, aiming to send demons flying. Then, she starts leaping from head to head, or kicking off the sides of the larger demons, each leap punctuated by another hammer strike. With acrobatic flips and twirls through the air she tries to take out as many as she can as gracefully as she can.
Rean Schwarzer "Thanks." Rean says to Sarracennia. Vergil addresses him, and Rean frowns. "...I'll cross that bridge when I get there." He's still uncertain about that particular topic.

Anyway, Rean sheaths his sword, and then runs up to the nearest demon to him and /punches/ it. He then kicks off that one and into another one. This continues for a while with Rean punching and palmstriking demons across the field.
Vergil     Cantio falls back to the midlines and plays cleanup, Lasers scatter, split, and strike, piercing through their bodies, sending chunks flying as they lay there in bloody heaps. True to her word, they never even came close to threatening the gate. The dwarves are now split between cheering for her and Sarracenia.

    Damocles rips open direct gates to the warp. Demons are torn apart, bit by bit, through simple exposure. For a moment, it seems not a single one escapes. But one, a great minotaur with diamond horns and hooves, barrels through the shredding haze and rushes the sorcerer with his horns, slamming into him and disrupting the ritual.

    Sarracenia hops and skips between the demons, using them as platforms to launch herself and gifting each one with a mighty strike with her hammer, leaving them dazed and bleeding out on the ground. Her hammer is stained with the lifeblood is three when all is said and done.

    Rean punches one, hard. It staggers back and lands on the spiked surface of another, impaling itself on them and dying. But as he moves towards another, he is swatted away easily. Vergil tsks lightly and rushes past him. "Why would you put your weapon away, fool?" He begins striking and slicing to following, using his sheathed Yamato as a club. Tony joins in, the two going back to back in the horde to slash a bloody swathe through the crowd.

    Some still stand at the end, but it doesn't matter. The demons, upon seeing the massive bodycount before them, turn and retreat down the hole. The dwarves on the wall cheer, the gates opening and the citizens of Gravelspit rushing out. The militia and craftsdwarves rush down the hole to make sure the demons make a full retreat and to reset and repair their defenses. Those who defended their home are carried within to a great celebration.

    Several dwarf artisans get so drunk that they fall into a strange mood. Together, they create a beautiful mural to decorate their home from glass and gems. It depicts seven figures standing atop a pile of dead demons. They are laughing. The demons are fleeing.