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Post by Baalmog on May 4, 2021 14:04:01 GMT -5
The sun shone brightly upon the area, its rays highlighting the rocky regions, the sandy banks and the sparse foliage in a punishing light. It was difficult to become accustom to if one was not born in this sort of environment, making it all the more difficult for Baalmog to adjust his body to this place. Yet his iron will made it bearable at least, yet despite this he found his hulking frame to be more trouble than he wished it was.
Even as he currently was engaged in combat, he could feel the scorching rays beating upon his armor in a distracting heat. His breathing coming out in even yet tired breaths. The creature engaging him was nothing less than one of the most annoying creatures he had ever witnessed. It was a burrowing feline of sorts, capable of digging into the dirt only to attack from differing angles each time.
Baalmog could easily blow up the area, riding himself of the problem yet that was a waste of a perfectly good chance to train his wounded body once more. He was considerably weakened after his fight with his sons, he needed to grow stronger. This left him with little option than to strike the animal down in the small window it left itself open, which wasn't often.
His large frame pressed to move, arms out at his sides and his legs in a position to move in any direction he deemed necessary. His large dark armor seeming to absorb the suns rays like an ebony wall. The crimson markings dimmed in the suns light, but still prominent about the armor which gave him a menacing look.
Despite this, the feline creature did not care. Its next attack coming from his left, teeth bared before locking its fangs into his arm. The large Demon retaliating with a swift swing of his other arm to attempt a punch. This only caught air as the feline gracefully moved out of the way by letting go and then diving back into the ground.
Thankfully the Demon's armor was strong, quite capable of taking a bit from an animal such as this. A grunt of frustration would emit from the Demon Baalmog who lowered his arms once more. Such creatures were clever, keeping their attacks at a minimum, which probably meant that they were trying to strike a lethal blow then wait for him to bleed out. Most likely this felines were scavengers of sorts.
This made the demon growl his frustration, before going quiet once more. The only sound in the area about him was the wind whistling in his ear. Quietly, and yet soothing to him as he waited for his chance once more. His patience was displayed in his waiting, silently, unmoving, poised to strike at a moments notice.
His patience was rewarded with a crack of dirt behind him, which he swiftly turned to and struck fiercely. The earth shattering beneath his heavy blow, and from its brown surface rose crimson. The creature howled its fury but soon fell silent. Baalmog could hear the others fleeing, their digging faint but still audible.
Baalmog slowly rose back up to his full height, swinging his hand with enough force to fling the blood from his hand. His cloak soon enclosing about him once more, leaving naught but the shoulders of his armor visible and his helm once more. His head turning to see if his assailants would return. Once satisfied he was left alone, the Demon simply snorted his disapproval of their retreat.
Such creatures were beneath him to train against, he hadn't even been forced to use his blade. Such weaklings were hardly fit to be warm ups, and yet in his weakened state, he had not had the reaction speeds necessary.... Pitiful.
Slowly Baalmog began the long track toward the North. His search for his Son's was not over yet.
Even as he currently was engaged in combat, he could feel the scorching rays beating upon his armor in a distracting heat. His breathing coming out in even yet tired breaths. The creature engaging him was nothing less than one of the most annoying creatures he had ever witnessed. It was a burrowing feline of sorts, capable of digging into the dirt only to attack from differing angles each time.
Baalmog could easily blow up the area, riding himself of the problem yet that was a waste of a perfectly good chance to train his wounded body once more. He was considerably weakened after his fight with his sons, he needed to grow stronger. This left him with little option than to strike the animal down in the small window it left itself open, which wasn't often.
His large frame pressed to move, arms out at his sides and his legs in a position to move in any direction he deemed necessary. His large dark armor seeming to absorb the suns rays like an ebony wall. The crimson markings dimmed in the suns light, but still prominent about the armor which gave him a menacing look.
Despite this, the feline creature did not care. Its next attack coming from his left, teeth bared before locking its fangs into his arm. The large Demon retaliating with a swift swing of his other arm to attempt a punch. This only caught air as the feline gracefully moved out of the way by letting go and then diving back into the ground.
Thankfully the Demon's armor was strong, quite capable of taking a bit from an animal such as this. A grunt of frustration would emit from the Demon Baalmog who lowered his arms once more. Such creatures were clever, keeping their attacks at a minimum, which probably meant that they were trying to strike a lethal blow then wait for him to bleed out. Most likely this felines were scavengers of sorts.
This made the demon growl his frustration, before going quiet once more. The only sound in the area about him was the wind whistling in his ear. Quietly, and yet soothing to him as he waited for his chance once more. His patience was displayed in his waiting, silently, unmoving, poised to strike at a moments notice.
His patience was rewarded with a crack of dirt behind him, which he swiftly turned to and struck fiercely. The earth shattering beneath his heavy blow, and from its brown surface rose crimson. The creature howled its fury but soon fell silent. Baalmog could hear the others fleeing, their digging faint but still audible.
Baalmog slowly rose back up to his full height, swinging his hand with enough force to fling the blood from his hand. His cloak soon enclosing about him once more, leaving naught but the shoulders of his armor visible and his helm once more. His head turning to see if his assailants would return. Once satisfied he was left alone, the Demon simply snorted his disapproval of their retreat.
Such creatures were beneath him to train against, he hadn't even been forced to use his blade. Such weaklings were hardly fit to be warm ups, and yet in his weakened state, he had not had the reaction speeds necessary.... Pitiful.
Slowly Baalmog began the long track toward the North. His search for his Son's was not over yet.
PL: 5,000
WC: 651
WC: 651
