Post by Baptist on Mar 30, 2013 0:16:25 GMT -5
Slice! A fine tipped sword slaughtered the air in front of a dark shaded man who danced across the training room, cutting the breath and wind circulating with each slice of his blade. Baptist was doing his usual rounds of exercise at the Black Order. Although the assassin was not a regular occurrence here at the Order, if you so were to spot him, he would most likely be in this room. Decorated with elegant weapons of mass destruction, even if Baptist supplied his own weapons to train with. He sought nothing to use the Order's battle objects.
After each cut and slash, the fine made killer posed straight and sheathed the sword at his side. Then, like a military man's head turn, his eyes caught a small little lever. Then, like a ghost, the knob began to twitch and move down. It didn't move for a moment, but after a second or two, it was pushed violently downward and alarms began to flash and dazzle in the training room. They were not real, as this was a another activity made just especially for the more risk takers in the business.
Before long, cages of multitudes rose from the ground and floor's crust. Vile Akuma were flaring and fuming from their cages, calling out to be released and attack this fine new specimen. These dumbfounded animals only saw Baptist as food, however power he stared. Some were more knowledgeable in the slightest way, and took the gaze of death from the dark knight as a sign of slaughter. The feeling would only be in vain, because Baptist was one who rarely showed the sympathy, most definitely for these abominations.
The cages were opened and the creatures shot like bullets to the opposing foe. Baptist stood still for moments before his hands grazed to his sides and popped out his famous pair of pistols. Raising them up, his guns suddenly blew out and array of casings at the monster. The fire arms packed a more abnormal amount of punch than a normal guns, since these were modified by the man himself. The Akuma wallowed in agony from three shots and tumbled to the floor in shock, as his front leg had been shattered from the bullets. It whimpered and screeched. Before it got too out of hand, Baptist took it out in a single shot, since the sound and screech had started to get at his head.
The other monsters suddenly blistered in crashes in fury. Four charged at the man, one of which thrust his jello like hands out to capture the human. Baptist shot like a torpedo to the ceiling and curled his strong built arms around a post which held the building together at the roof. The long arm screamed and shot its eyes up, but it was no use. The fast, accelerating Baptist slashed his familiar bat tipped weapons into the creatures face. Following after him were large quantities of swords and blades floating lonely in the air. His telekinetic powers thrust this ray of weapons, killing the monster in a second. Smoke rose from the earth and caused a frenzy in the living and surviving creatures. They shuddered in horror as the silhouette of Baptist began to fade inward at their sights. Like good frightened dogs, they slithered back into the cages, rather their prison then sudden slaughter.
Baptist allowed the dust to tumble across his and slowly begin to die. His black shades shielded his very emotion. However, the killer showed none and had kept the clean cut, serene, shadow like gaze the entirety of his training, as well as his life. At least, what he could remember.
The lever at the wall rose back up and the Akuma disappeared back under the building and Baptist sauntered to the benches, where his little amount of these were piled up. His extra set of clothes for the rest of the day were lying neatly on the slab. The killer was a very proper man, and didn't want to give away his professional nature. He felt comfortable with the nice slicked back attire.
After each cut and slash, the fine made killer posed straight and sheathed the sword at his side. Then, like a military man's head turn, his eyes caught a small little lever. Then, like a ghost, the knob began to twitch and move down. It didn't move for a moment, but after a second or two, it was pushed violently downward and alarms began to flash and dazzle in the training room. They were not real, as this was a another activity made just especially for the more risk takers in the business.
Before long, cages of multitudes rose from the ground and floor's crust. Vile Akuma were flaring and fuming from their cages, calling out to be released and attack this fine new specimen. These dumbfounded animals only saw Baptist as food, however power he stared. Some were more knowledgeable in the slightest way, and took the gaze of death from the dark knight as a sign of slaughter. The feeling would only be in vain, because Baptist was one who rarely showed the sympathy, most definitely for these abominations.
The cages were opened and the creatures shot like bullets to the opposing foe. Baptist stood still for moments before his hands grazed to his sides and popped out his famous pair of pistols. Raising them up, his guns suddenly blew out and array of casings at the monster. The fire arms packed a more abnormal amount of punch than a normal guns, since these were modified by the man himself. The Akuma wallowed in agony from three shots and tumbled to the floor in shock, as his front leg had been shattered from the bullets. It whimpered and screeched. Before it got too out of hand, Baptist took it out in a single shot, since the sound and screech had started to get at his head.
The other monsters suddenly blistered in crashes in fury. Four charged at the man, one of which thrust his jello like hands out to capture the human. Baptist shot like a torpedo to the ceiling and curled his strong built arms around a post which held the building together at the roof. The long arm screamed and shot its eyes up, but it was no use. The fast, accelerating Baptist slashed his familiar bat tipped weapons into the creatures face. Following after him were large quantities of swords and blades floating lonely in the air. His telekinetic powers thrust this ray of weapons, killing the monster in a second. Smoke rose from the earth and caused a frenzy in the living and surviving creatures. They shuddered in horror as the silhouette of Baptist began to fade inward at their sights. Like good frightened dogs, they slithered back into the cages, rather their prison then sudden slaughter.
Baptist allowed the dust to tumble across his and slowly begin to die. His black shades shielded his very emotion. However, the killer showed none and had kept the clean cut, serene, shadow like gaze the entirety of his training, as well as his life. At least, what he could remember.
The lever at the wall rose back up and the Akuma disappeared back under the building and Baptist sauntered to the benches, where his little amount of these were piled up. His extra set of clothes for the rest of the day were lying neatly on the slab. The killer was a very proper man, and didn't want to give away his professional nature. He felt comfortable with the nice slicked back attire.
