The Mighty Belthazor

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!"

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The demon went down with a heavy thunk and a growl.

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"I am a river, I flow I bend."

Pippi doesn't appear to hear Pip.

"I am a blade of grass." she steps forward trying to pin down the demon's thigh.

"I am not angry." she gives the leg a yank as hard as she can. Both listening for, and dreading, the inevidable wet, slurpy, popping sound.

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Aaaand that was his leg off. At the knee, anyway. The demon howled and thrashed.

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John tackled the thing with one hand, slashing at the torso/head with the other. His grasp on the thing's arm wasn't the most solid thing. "Help me hold it!

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Ivanova descended on the thing, trying to hold it down as well as she could as it struggled. "Hurry up and kill the damn thing," she ground out. "I'm not the heaviest paperweight here."

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Pip grunted. "Well, if no one else is going to bloody do it!" He pulled out another large knife and raced around to the thing's head. Kneeling down, he started hacking away at it's neck.

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Her foot still on what was left attached to the body, Pippi tossed the leg aside as if it were a bit of laundry.

She knelt down with her knee in his kidney.

"Tilt his head back please Pip." she asked quietly.

When he does ~~described with permission~~ she brings her saber down in a swift slice.

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John did a low sweep kick and punted the severed head down the passageway. "WHY. WON'T. YOU. JUST. DIE?!"

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The demon? Not such a good listener.

Of course, that might have to do with its head being somewhere down the passageway.

It continued to flail. And its neck began to bubble and writhe as its head started regenerating.

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