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Edited by Sylok's Defiler:
7/31/2015 3:52:08 AM
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[b][u]Hunting Through the Night | Ponderosa Forest, Northern Taeda Vale[/u][/b]
[i]Though set back by the surprising strength of the rogues, the monarchy has made an invaluable discovery: the location and destination of both marauders.
Through the dense umbrage, Dante and June ride with a panicked haste. The rebels repelled their ambush. If they were to follow, they would have a slim window to strike them down, but a window nonetheless.
Their steed halts abruptly, bucking wildly in fear. Both riders are thrown from their mount, their bodies crashing against the frozen earth of winter. Purebred horses are supposedly fearless, unknowing of any bane. Then what foul abomination could splice terror into such a illustrious, proud animal?
The answer leapt from the shadows with fangs and talons of a nightmarish design: not one, but five black hounds pounce on the equine being, shredding its hide to bloody ribbons as they feast. Both the Guardsmen gasp the frosty air as if it would be their last breath. Then, out of the darkness of the forest, a bitter blue coat and hair of the like color struts along the dew adorned grass.[/i]
"Luciana? What in her grace's name are you doing so far from civilization?"
"Milady requested I come to support you, or whatever."
"I see. You aren't normally one to stain your hands with the crimson fuel of war."
"Well, as you can see I have my pets to service my needs. I was sent to aid you both, but it looks as if I missed my chance."
"They're still out there, and they're headed to Cataluna. We'll need to cut them off, or at least slow them down."
"No need, Ms. Bellicose. I am not one to dispense justice to the immoral, but my gifts will happily oblige."
[i]The massive lycanthropes howl a sinister song, serenading the moon under which they hunt. Remnants of their past lives distinguish each creature as an individual, but they all follow the pack. Luciana raises both her arms in the air, whispering faintly to her creations:[/i]
"Come, children, come... Let the hunt begin..."
[i]The inhumane monsters rise on their hind legs, howling, as they dart off in search of their prey.[/i]
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[b]BOSS FIGHT:[/b]
Bloodhounds, Children of the Hunt
The Cobbler's Son:
[X/X/X] - Slain by Blackjack
Hemwick Female Twin:
[X/X/X] - Slain by Cobalt Phoenix
Hemwick Male Twin:
[X/X/X] - Slain by the Dustwalker
Androgynous Child:
[X/X/X] - Slain by Cobalt Phoenix
A Youthful Sister:
[X/X/X] - Slain by Cobalt Phoenix
[b]STATS:[/b]
[spoiler]Abilities: Hunters of the Pack - The Bloodhounds hunger for the flesh they once possessed. If a player is killed by the boss, they will be devoured by them, increasing the collective's health one stagger bar.
Stamina - Moderately High
Resistance - Low
Adaptability - Very Low
DIFFICULTY: Moderately Low[/spoiler]
[b]Fight Music:[/b] http://m.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=kA614N3IHD4#Bloodborne_Soundtrack_OST_-_Father_Gascoigne%2C_The_Hunter
English
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Can i fight the children of the hunt
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And... I missed everything again. DANGIT.
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[b]Eren watches the hounds from a distance while tracing his finger against his machete.[/b] "Well, I guess I'll show them who the true leader of the pack is." [b]He lets out a laugh before flipping a switch in the machete, fire running from the blade to his hand, his entire body eventually becoming engulfed by the flame.[/b] "Of course, I know my kind like I know the back of my hand." [b]He quickly closed the distance between him and the hounds and awaited their attack.[/b]
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[i]A golden colored monstrosity looks to you with bloodshot eyes. It cocks its head to the side, ninety degrees, one hundred-eighty degrees, two hundred-seventy degrees, until it rolls over completely and charges you. It's roar sounds distorted, as if a young girl was stuffed inside and calling for help.[/i]
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[quote]Poor bastards.[/quote] [i]Phoenix observes the unnatural beasts through the blue light of his helm. Watching the other champions engage each of their own beast, he jumps up and hovers about 15ft above ground and draws Shark's heavy flamethrower. A strangely beautiful firestorm erupts from the shark decal barrel of the weapon, indigo petals of the fire raining down upon the beasts. [/i]
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[b]One of the twin amalgams detaches itself from the Dustwalker and leaps above the flames. As it hurdles in the air, a silver pendant can be seen lodged in its serrated rows of teeth.[/b]
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Edited by Chinkronomicon: 7/31/2015 1:55:59 AM[i]Faster than lightning itself with a sound-breaking B-BOOM, the pyromaniac mercenary flashes by the lycanthropic abomination. The blur of cobalt flames and black metal whips a flaming katana across the bloodhound's side. Landing back on the forest floor and breaking the surrounding ground, he sheathes his flaming sword that caused the very recent fiery gash that now scars the wolf's body. He hovers upwards once more, but strafes backwards and away from that bloodhound.[/i]
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The beast hits the cold ground hard. As it lands, it sprawls out on the ground, jittering, and crawls back up. Its roar sounds uniquely feminine; saliva and other bodily fluids exit its mouth. It bows around to the left, uprooting a tree in its malformed hands, and swings it as a makeshift club.[/i]
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[i]A heatwave cuts through the dark atmosphere as Phoenix draws his sword once more. A blue light emits from the unseen swordsman, his blade becoming a miniature eternity of quick slashes. The tree is bisected at the middle first, then actually dissected courtesy of the Cobalt Torchlight mode. BRRRRRRRRT, the minigun atop his armoured shoulders roars to life and opens fire on the female abomination. 3500 RPM of flaming, phosphorus-tipped .308 fires through the debris of the wood.[/i]
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The inhuman creature howls as it reels backwards under the sheer firepower of the high-caliber rounds. Despite being a shadow of what it was born from, the beast retains a sinister grin, as if it was pinned there through surgical means.[/i] [b]Staggered![/b]
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[i]More rounds from the M134 pound against re creature's hide, only stopped when Phoenix guts the creature as he strafes by with his glowing sword. The katana, now the equivalent of a plasma torch, pares flesh with a higher-than-cauterization temperature. The wounds gape and steam, boiling both blood and air alike.[/i]
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*A wave of light flies through the forest and makes contact with you, rejuvenating you*
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The beast boils in its own foul liquids and singed hair. As it falls, a eerily human-like scream pierces the air around you.[/i]
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[quote]You'll do better in heaven or hell than you'll do rotting away here. [/quote] [i]Hovering aboveground once more, he sheathes his Torchlight-active katana and brings out his 20mm rifle. He takes aim at the bloodhound that downed Blackjack and fires consecutive rounds at the bloodied beast.[/i]
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[b]Staggered![/b] [i]The lycanthrope manages to evade the majority of the bullets, but some still hit their mark.[/i]
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[i]BRRRRRT, the tracer rounds from the minigun fire up once more in a concentrated stream at the wolf. The sniper is substituted by Shark's flamethrower, engulfing the beast with oriole fire at the same time.[/i]
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The beast leaps out of the inferno, almost melting. Another Feminine scream escapes the beast's throat as it falls to the ground, dead.[/i]
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[i]No witty or begrudging remarks appear in his head this time. Almost immediately after the female wolf's death, he switches targets to the golden-haired bloodhound and opens fire from above with the flamethrower. Saturation fire from the M134 greets the abomination as well, tracer rounds spraying the area around it to enclose its moving space. [/i]
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[i]The monster bolts through the trees, evading each shot. With a sudden jolt, the black claws of another beast, a boy by the looks of its rough hide, dig into your back and throw you down into the earth.[/i]
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[i]BOOF, a flesh-melting heatwave rolls off of his armour. The storm of microwaves bombards the ambushing bloodhound. Phoenix whips around and sprays the wolf with the flamethrower, then putting it away with one hand and drawing his revolver with the other. Boosting backwards whilst the area still recovers from the heatwave, he empties the barrel into the wolf. [/i]
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The mister lunges at you, taking the brunt of everything you had to offer. It connects with you, but doesn't follow up with an attack. Instead, it's limp, lifeless body whimpers, begging you to end its twisted life.[/i] [spoiler]You got the last hit. Finish them off.[/spoiler]
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[i]The tracer rounds continue tearing into its body. He whips out the RT-20 once more, hooking the barrel around the wounded animal's neck and spamming it to the ground. BANG- one shot -BANG- two shots in its neck. The Anti Materiel obliterates its body, but not after the minigun finishes its beating. A sharp rise in temperature surrounds the VINC commander in a 10ft radius as he grips the handle of the katana. The unmistakeable sound of all of his thrusters going off accompanies the newfound heat as he draws his blade in an Iaido style draw cut, slashing from the sheath upwards. He appears on the other side of the massive 'hound, the remains of the wolf laid out next to him. The bisected remains of the tortured experiment are on both of his sides, the wounds sizzling and steaming from the single Cobalt Torchlight slash. Grey dust rains down from the sky, but no one would know that it actually escaped the armour's hidden storages. Like a contained flurry of ash, it clings to the remains as Phoenix walks away.[/i] [quote]This is the best funeral I can give you. I'm sorry, but you deserve better than this grotesque thing as your coffin.[/quote] [i]The nano-thermite sticking to the burnt fur of the bloodhound ignites, melting through flesh and bone alike in a cobalt-white blaze. For the sake of the fallen abominations and their former lives, there would be no remains. [/i]
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*Following the caravan from the trees, I see one of the smaller hounds, and I leap upon them, raining down missiles and plasma.*
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[i]The crooked hound rears its head to you, hearing the subtle mechanisms from your suit before they launch. It lunges at you, plasma and shrapnel just grazing the monster as it catches you in midair, it's vertical jaw snapping wildly at your head.[/i]
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*As it closes, I hold the mouth shut with my hand, and fire a charged Plasma (heat) Beam into its chest, trying to keep away from the claws*
