Kirby knelt over his grandmother and said a silent prayer. There was nothing he could do for her right now, he needed to get back in the fight. “Aybe back grama eh eh, aybe back”. He stood, wiped away some moisture from his eyes, and glided the space where the stairs once stood and ran out the door.

The first thing Kirby noticed upon arriving outside were the flames flicking and flowing from the beasts. A heartbeat later he noticed his friends, clearly in trouble. Is immediate goal was to distract, and hopefully dampen, those flames.

Kirby darted to the right of the stairs coming off of the porch and located the hose he knew would be there.

The rural water system for the main house was quite simple, really. When it rained, and it rained a lot in this part of Guyana, water was collected in a large tank at the top of the hill behind the house. Gravity brought the water to the house from the tank by way of a long underground pipe. The water reached the house right near the front door where it hit a Y tube to either supply water to plumbing system within the house or, as Kirby was doing now, to bring water to the hose at the front of the house. Normally the hose was used for flowers, but today it would serve a different purpose.

Kirby placed his finger over the nozzle so that the stream would be divided when it exited the hose. He then turned on the hose as far as it would open while simultaneously straining to feel the water move through the ground, through the pipe, and toward the house. At the extent of his range Kirby found a seized upon the motion within the water to speed it up. The water doubled its speed as it exited the hose in two distinct streams of water, one each for the engulfed beasts currently harassing the others in his party.

“Drink up fuckers, and stay off my friends!”
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The beast that had jumped at Xuan,  took a blade to the skull, audible crunch reverbarated to all.  The Chain and blade created a tether to the beast, it stumbled, being hit by the water had done it in. The flame were extinguished in a huge flume of steam.  A black leapord lay motionless, chain still attached.


Kirby's spout had split and hit the second creature, with the same affect. This leapord how ever was not completely dead and attempted to back away.  The poor creature would not live long out in the wild, it would soon be dead as well.


Ok, everyone back to the top of Strike Rank order.

Round 1, CA 2

21:24, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 93 using 1d100. to strike xuan.
21:23, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 14 using 1d20. location.
21:23, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 33 using 1d100. to attack orlando.
18:13, Today: Max Jackson rolled 98 using 1d100. Perception Check (TN-68) -10%.
16:36, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 13 using 3d6. to kill Max.
16:35, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 15 using 1d20.
16:16, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 42 using 1d100. strike.
09:27, Today: Seeker of Truth rolled 1 using 1d6.

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The beast was neither seen or heard by Max. Perfect stealth, cunning and horrific aggression was it's modus operandi. However he did feel the beasts volcanic heat, huge mass and negative energy as the hell hound landed on his chest.

Max gasped for air , but all went black and silent...

     Orlando was shocked by the beast jumping in the window. He had tried to find a way down to the bottom floor and was at the window seeing if he could crash through himself.  The creature slashed at him, he only had his sawed off shot gun in his hand so he tried to block the beast as best he could. "Damn, you reek, Hell Hounds! Everyone! Use water and any religious items you have! "

      The Hell Hound growled and raked at Orlando.  His heart  pounded as the creature lunged at him.  Holding his gun in two hands he blocked the creature, deflecting his paw.

     Max felt the pressure upon him before he could react, the weight of a bowling ball hitting his chest complete wih a crunch as the beast landed. Max lost his breath and the pain rendered him unconscious.  This was probably a good thing since the beast was hidious and ready to ravage any attacker.  Max being unconscious gave the Hell Hound the opportunity to fix it's eyes upon another.



You are all in close proximity to each other.  Anyone on the lawn can engage the big guy, or the hell hound, with a simple move action.  Both attackers are close enough to move at anyone as well.  Xuan and this creature are in Medium Range of each other.  The Hell Hound is in close range with Max and would need to move to engage anyone else. The jump from these two creatures causes everyone to instinctually look around for other potential assailants.  You only see, the two beings at the front of the house, and you noticed the beast go in the house through the window. There are normal gardening and working tools around the house, and the Yota is not too far away.  You hear village people shoulting in the distance, but cant see their houses due to the darkness. The wind is still howling.

Xuan still has to give his defensive manuever. Kirby has gone, the rest of you may now go.

     Orlando was an avid researcher, being in certain circles had granted him access to extensive esoteric libraries, and unfortunately due to his line of work he was no stranger to creatures from hell.  He was a modern day supernatural hunter and he came with a lot of surprises.  Loaded in his sawed off shot gun were primo loads, custom made in his little hideaway room.  Orlando was adept at creating ammo for various problems, and this no different, Lead and Silver slugs balls filled with holy water.  Great for short distance.

    Orlando took out his crystal in one hand, "Jesus Christ compells you to leave this house, hell spawn you have no dominion in this world," and he shot his shot gun at the beast.

This really was not the time to not be at his best, nor was it time for indecision.

Quick decisions were often good, but this one wasn't coming quick enough. More of these dogs were attacking Xuan's team, and he couldn't protect them all at once. Max was down, and needed the dog off of him, but a charging giant was demanding attention, practically screaming for it as he came for Xuan, taking away any decision he may have thought he had.

So he let instinct guide him instead, and he braced as he threw his hands up, bringing his staff back to him instantly to block the giant's attack.

Round 1, CA 2



JohnKae Continues to fight wth the storm.  We go to the next man on the list.

Round 1 CA 2

The days of dreaming were long gone. He hadn't had a dream or nightmare for37 years. Some how the crystal skull had subverted his subconscious.  Max hypothesized his conscious and subconscious mind  were operating on the same string frequency and in the same dimension. A gift from Shakti. He knew the who, but he urned for the how nor why.

Max opened his eye. To his dismay his ears worked as well. He heard a shot gun blast, loud crashing and the giants foot steps. Not good he thought.

He rolled to his stomach into a push up position getting a better look at the situation.

He never felt so drained after using his power. His tank was empty. He could still assist in some way. The hope of victory never left his heart.

He saw Kirby by the porch manning a water hose. Maybe he  had an extra gun he could man?

At the first opening he would move towards Kirby on the porch.

Round 1 CA 2

The gun blast was a welcome sound, the enemies they were fighting didn't bring guns and he was only too familiar with the knowledge that his teammates did.  As he turned towards Xuan once more, Aeviternus just caught sight of the warrior being projectiled back into the house before turning his attention on the culprit.  As his face turned it was already sealing and growing new skin over the third degree burns that had been scorched in by the hound, Avery's talents naturally going for the greater of the two injuries he'd taken.  A flick of his thumb sent the blades of his weapon to remove themselves from the dog he'd helped to put down, thus freeing itself from the wounded and dying creature.

Wasting no time, Ace's arm came once more crashing across his body to send the chain back into action, the head of the snake whipping past his head as he sent Lotus, blades snapping back out in flight, toward one of the giant's legs.  Having seen what the thing could do on them, removing one from play seemed the natural pick.
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Orlando moved to the window, he cracked open his sawed off shot gun and placed two more shells into the chamber.  He was thankful that he didn't have a good way to get down to the front yard.  The hulking creature stopped him short.  Flaming dogs he could handle but a glowing giant of muscle was  not in the cards at the moment, or maybe ever. He hoped that a good ol fashion shotgun slug would hurt that big fucker if he took a shot to the head!

Blinking back the dust, Xuan tried to pull back in the breath that was knocked out of him and coughed. The coughing wracked his muscles where he'd gone through the wall and he grit his teeth through the pain.

So strong. What is the term? Did anyone get that license plate?

Àn Xīng had finally returned, loose in a hand that couldn't close around the wood, he noted with frustration. Flat on his back, he closed his eyes and gathered his wits. Out of habit he tried to push himself up using both arms, and the pain of the effort alone dropped him right back down. Only his left arm would move, his right useless. If he were to be any more use in this fight, he would need that arm moving again.

At least his hand still touched the staff, and if he had his staff, he had some power. Pulling Chi from it, he would set to work directing it to and through his arm, using it to mend the cracked bone and torn muscle. It would burn and sooth simultaneously, working at a cellular level. Early on, Xuan learned that the body always had the means and wanted to heal itself, but sometimes you needed to help it, guide it, to speed up the process. Chi just made it like a fast-forward.

So he lay there somewhere in the house and healed as much as he could before moving again. With a start, his eyes shot open and he looked down at his staff and arm.

Oh no.

Nothing was happening. It wasn't working.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qw2LU1yS7aw -Musical background for the fight.  I thought this fitting. Hint-If you watch the video, there is a rather leatherface mask hanging on a mic stand at the beginning of the video.  See if you can locate it in the fight scene, our fight scene.

Round 1, CA 3

Aeviternus stared the goliath down as it rose once more in a hardened, fiery form and bellowed a roar of irritation at the plaything that had the audacity to swing his toy at its massive form.  The face watched from under the hood as we he waited for the roar to trail off and the creature's eyes to drop down to the chain leading from the small figure to its own leg.

The jolt sent back up the weapon back to the hand wielding it was worth enduring for this moment, the original attack having had repercussions.  Once he was sure he had the creature's attention on its new entanglement, he secured the opportunity to wrench back once more, drawing the head of Lotus, and the leg in its mouth, back his way with as much force as he could summon.

The effort was rewarded with the thing's noisy crash to the ground, belly exposed and body now prone to attack from Ace's teammates.
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The head under the hood jerked back suddenly, the involuntary move of a thought occurring that has the magnitude of importance.  His eyes glazed slightly as a fleeting memory soared into his mind, Aeviternus felt the comfort and simultaneous dread of recognition as his past once again entered his consciousness.

In a time where Rome was just hitting its stride in the Byzantine empire and the game of chess found its footing, Aeviternus had begun an arduous task of creating a cult during man's tumult with truth and religion.  In the original melting pot of the world he found a wretch that would eventually become a harbinger of safety and refuse for the wanderer by way of an artifact it wore.  The battle with the man-beast was daunting, a true test to the already ancient spirit as the creature resisted all attempts to end its existence.  Even decapitation had not stopped the fight in the thing; the body moving on its own as he wrestled with its head.

It was the skin pulled over the face and bolted to the chest like a pop culture iconic monster that gave the beast its power.  Just like this beast wore.

"PIN IT DOWN!!" he bellowed at his companions as he ripped himself back to the present, his eyes streaking imploringly to Kirby and Max, the only two still on the battle field with him.  "WE HAVE TO UNCOVER THE FACE!'

He braced himself with the end of Lotus he still held, attempting to ready himself for the creature's inevitable struggle to free itself from the weapon's snare.

      Orlando looking down at the field, thought, that thing is as big as a Fortress*. How in the hell are we going to hold it down to ...It's face,,,,oh no, it's head....Orlando staired for a moment trying to understand what Ace was talking about. He saw the truth in his words...

     THE CREATURE IS POSSESSED WITH DEMON FLESH. DON'T TOUCH IT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS, "Orlando shouted to his teamates.  He had never seen a creature like this, but he had read and seen ritualistic drawings. Who ever had done this to the poor creature was very powerful indeed. He wished he had the energy to help, but he didn't, he didn't even have the strength to take it from his friends...maybe he could syphon energy from the beast.  He retreated from the window and attempted to get down the broken stairwell. Orlando was a big man, they were going to need his fat ass to hold this thing down, now if he could only get to the bottom floor without breakin something of his own.



* As seen in the episode of Cosmic Breed generation 1.

"I aint eveh seen a boy dis big, hows we gonna keep him dohwn," Kirby thought as he figured a way he could help. "Tsunami, we gonna need your muscle on high, I'll help where I can. Kirby held up a bent fist head high and slammed it down towards the ground. Mud flew everywhere from around the creature, his back sunk deeper into the mud. Then he pull his left hand back as if here were draggin a body with a rope. "Daht, should knock a bull on his ass," Kirby said with gritted teeth, he apparently was wrestling with an invisible partner who was very strong. "Hury dah fuk up haus, this isn't the funnest ride."


The big creature bellowed and started to move if only not as quickly as before.
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Aeviternus, straining his grip at his end of the chain, could feel with each of the creature's movements that its strength was well beyond any capacity he had to restrain it.  The beast was unnatural and massive its raw power.

Trying to give his team any edge he could he called out once more; "IT'S GOING TO TAKE EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT TO HOLD IT, THIS THING IS A TITAN."  He hoped his reference to the ancient mythological beings was succinct enough to convey just how much effort this would require.

The voices of his companions was like the wind pushing Xuan to stand and gather himself. There was an urgency there that he couldn't ignore, not that he'd want to anyway. The ringing in his ears made it hard to understand everything, like learning English all over again, but he got the gist. Gritting his teeth dug himself out of the rubble and peered out of the man-sized hole in the wall.

He braced as he took in what he could of the scene from his vantage, pulling from the staff again, everything it had left into himself. As the power filled him he once again tried to direct it to his limp arm to repair some of the damage. By the looks of things outside, he was going to need every bit of it.

Thankfully it worked. Chi trickled down all the way to his tingling fingers of his right hand as he flexed, opening and closing a fist. It wasn't much, but it was enough to gain proper use again, the pain abating just enough.

If they could hold on to him just a few more seconds... well, he was on his way now.
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Round 1, CA 4


The creature roared, it felt pressure holding him down, making it feel like he was moving through mud.  The creature bellowed in an indiscernible language.] The creature ripped frantically at Ace's chain.  Its metal hook hands now becoming fluid and wrapping around the chain.  It jerked at Aces' grip.

Anticipating the creature's desire to rip free of Lotus' bonds, Aeviternus based his decision on an unusual thing for him: a lack of knowledge.  He still wasn't quite sure just how much tension the weapon could stand and remain intact, so he released his end of it, albeit with reluctance in his heart.  Without his grip managing the controls it was likely to fall harmlessly away soon, and he would do what he could with it when the opportunity came.

In the meantime his release was purposeful and aimed, his focus on the beast's face.  As he let go he did so with the intent to direct the snap return of the chain toward the head and began to focus his attention on Avery's affinity to guide metal.

Round 1, CA 4


The creature jerked the chain, hoping to pull Aeviternus to him, but only chain came like a broken fishing line, no fish and the bait was gone!...unknowingly, he added fuel to his own fire, the chain careened at him.  *WHAAHHCK* went the moving handle as it broke the sound barrier, like a whip, its amplified crack startled everyone with its shockwave, a suddenness created by the uncanny power of Arrowhead.  He had taken the movement of the handle and amplified that kinetic energy back on the assailant, hitting him in the arm he had pulled with, knocking the creature's arm back. The big mammoth was further tossed, keeping him off balance and unable to get the chain off of him.