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☆ RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS ☆ ★☆ Profile Unit avante en garde Position Indigo dye (1d2583) Age 23 Height 173 cm Hair/Eye Color silver white/blue Notable Traits prosthetic right hand below the elbow Bio Sparda says it's my turn with the braincell!!! ★☆ Abilities & Point Bank Warpstrike Obtained Stability Obtained Living Forge Obtained Appel Obtained Prise de fer Obtained (stabbing) Feint Obtained Points Spreadsheet ★☆ Player Contact Character Name Nero Inventory here Character Source Devil May Cry Memory registry here Outfits here Player Name Toni Corruptions here Contact punchpolygons | zedsabre#1089 Do Not Want I appreciate having any potentially long term damage being discussed first; would like to avoid noncon.

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Doesn't look good

[gigadevilbreaker]

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The two make their retreat - without D████. Bursting from the trunk of this Underworld tree, they emerge back into Red Grave; V, riding atop his oozing giant of a demonic familiar, and him, landing on the broken sidewalk with a thud. The people in the street draw back in astonishment, staring. Some had come to unwisely gawk at the tree, and others (even more foolishly,) to pray. He ignores them. Storms away without a spare thought for anyone - the only thing that's consuming him is bitter rage.

That info broker approaches them. "What happened to D████?" No answer. Concern turns to alarm. "Where's D████?"

V speaks. "He's buying time, but... it doesn't look good."

Just then, screams break out behind them - they turn to see demonic roots erupt from the ground, everywhere. Long tentacles knotted with thorn-like spikes and clusters, topped with a deadly needle. They emerge with one purpose: all at once, people are skewered in the streets. Chaos breaks out as fleeing bodies are impaled straight through and held aloft, blood spewing like rain.

The three men watch the carnage as it unfolds around them. One impassive, one glaring, and one stunned. "This can't be happening... D████ lost?"

The words Dead weight ring in his ears. A snarling, bitter frustration takes ahold of him as he starts to march back, intent on a second round with Urizen, when V stops him again.

"Forget it. There's nothing we can do... We must go."

Dead weight.

The fresh stump of his arm throbs, still raw, useless. Demanding payback that it can't win.

...With an angry huff, he turns away - purposefully butting shoulders with the broker as he leaves. Behind him, pandemonium, the dangling bodies of the dead, and the start of an unchecked demonic outbreak.