demonbelthazor | Western Fandom Island, Friday night

After a trek to the western portion of Fandom Island, Our Heroes reached the entrance to some old sea caverns. There were several tunnels heading off in different directions. Bel was fairly certain which one led to his mother; she was really making no attempt to hide. But there were other demons lying in wait down the side tunnels as well, and they couldn't afford to have them come up behind them.

"Okay," Bel said, trying to be all leader-like. "Group one is Cam, Molly, and Alanna. You take the tunnel on the far left. Group two is Bridge, Isabel, Walter and Camulus. You take the tunnel to the near left. Group three takes the right hand tunnel and is John, Ivanova, Pip and Pippi. Angel, Piper, Paige, and I are going down the middle. We'll meet up back here. Is everyone all set?"

[Locked to those who know who they are.]

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The knife slams into the demon's throat. He doesn't bother removing it this time, but grabs for Pip instead.

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Pip leaps back and accidently hits the wall, flinching at the impact. Yeah, that was going to bruise. He brings out another knife and looks to Ivanova and John, hoping one of them had a clear shot.

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John, cursing his 'ladies first' comment, lashes out with the machete on the demon's hand holding Pip, trying not to hit anyone else in the confined space.

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The demon's hand came off at the wrist and dropped to the floor. It's wrist began to writhe and shift immediately as it very slowly regenerated the hand.

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Okay, that? Wasn't right. Ivanova darted in closer, firing off several shots at the demon's shoulder and knee in rapid succession, hoping to take at least some of the thing out of commission.

"Burn, baby, burn," she hissed as the PPG zipped and crackled.

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The shots crackled and smoked, burning small holes clear through the demon, until his arm and shoulder seemed only barely attached.

The wounds starting closing over almost immediately.

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Pip darted forward, bringing out another large knife. He hacked away at the shoulder and arm where the demon was healing repeatedly in an attempt to remove them.

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After a few moments, his arm is off. The demon hisses at Pip, obviously right well pissed off, and tries to jerk Pippi over into Pip.

His shoulder writhes and bubbles, trying to regenerate the arm.

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Pippi was lifted off the ground. She couldn't draw her saber but she did notice a big ol' knife sticking out of the demon's neck.

In the hope that it would slow her down and keep it from hitting Pip with her, she grabbed onto the knife.

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The demon snarled ~~not unlike a tracheotomy patient~~ as the knife sliced open a good half of its neck. It released Pippi, and the wound began to slowly close over on each side.

On its severed shoulder, the beginings of an arm can be seen forming.

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John cursed. Actually, he was keeping up a steady current of cursing, but that's not the point.

This is the point, and it's on the end of the machete going into the arm of the demon.

"Shoot it! Shoot it!"

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The beginnings of the arm dropped off. The demon snarled and lurched towards John.

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Ivanova obliged with relish now that Pippi was out of the way. She emptied an entire cap into the thing, snarling when she realised that it wasn't actually having much effect. "Chyort!" she bit out, dropping back, fumbling in her pocket for a second cap, the spent one dropping to the ground.

"I don't think this is working . . ."

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It wasn't. Well, except that the demon changed direction and lurched for Ivanova.

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"Sorry Papa." Pippi mutters as she dropps the knife.

She turns and lowers herself down into a crouch. With one hand she grabs for the demon's ankle, with the other she draws her sabre and brings it up.

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Little girl shooting burning things at him: suckage.
Little girl grabbing his ankle and hacking at him: also suckage.

Grabbing little girl at his ankle and twisting her little braided head off: priceless.

If he could just, you know, grab her. Stupid arm being off. . . .

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Pippi still had a hold of his leg, and saw him twisting around to grab at her with his one good arm.

So she was pulling his leg.

Not that she was telling him an untruth by way of a joke...

She actually pulled his leg.

Hard.

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The demon? Was not a fan of this. It began hopping on its other leg, attempting to shake Pippi off in a manner not unlike that of a dog.

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John darted in, delivering a two-handed hack into the back of the ~~Black Knight~~ demon on the shoulder that was, y'know, still a shoulder while it was distracted. The demon, not hte shoulder. Though, if you think about it, the shoulder's probably distracted, too.

And a mighty slice it was. Except he made a diagonal-in slash, towards that spine thing, instead of a diagonal-out slash, which would have done a nice job arm cutting off.

"I can't believe the fucking movie in class was true!"

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Little boy hacking at his shoulder? also big suckage.

The arm flopped down at an odd sort of angle, but did not come off.

As an added bonus, it also reached out to grab at John. Severed nerves? What severed nerves?

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John does not scream like a girl. He does, however, hack like one. Just a flesh wound my ass!

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The demon does not scream. But, still, ow. . . .

It kicked the ankle that still had a Pippi on it, while flailing with the floppy arm in John's general direction.

Its neck had nearly healed up.

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With a growl, Ivanova fired a few shots with her left hand, probably far off base, but she was already reaching for her staff with the right, the small cylinder sprouting in her hand as she twirled it, jabbing it through a rapidly healing burn hole in the thing's knee, ripping the solid metal stave sideways with a very unladylike grunt.

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The staff ripped through the side of the knee, resulting in a half-severed leg and a severely unbalanced demon. Its snarl was full throated again, as its throat was fully healed.

Its flopping arm was slightly less floppy as it flailed to regain its balance.

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Pip ran from his point at the wall and shoulder tackled the demon as he tried to push it further off balance and down into the ground. "Somebody cut off the damn thing's head!"