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    The bullets burst through the daemon's skull, taking chunks of the top of her skull with them. Misericorde stared up at Deni, those pale, dead eyes seeming somehow full of shock, betrayal. Blackish blood sprayed from the bullet wounds, raining down her back. As a testament to her inhuman nature, however, such a gruesome injury wasn't immediately fatal. Misericorde opened her mouth in a silent gasp, seeming to lose her strength as she fell against him, wrapping her arms around Deni as if holding on for dear life.

    Despite her nature, she felt light, frail, like any other woman.

    Her mouth moved, but no sounds came forth. Tears of her corrupted blood ran down her cheeks. She was silently, plaintively begging for mercy… no longer offering it.

    Dante's blade sheared through the back of the arch-daemon's neck, her head spinning high into the air, eyes locked on Deni's the entire time. "Why?" her eyes seemed to ask before her head hit the ground, and mercifully, rolled to turn her eyes away.

    Unnatural silence fell over the ship. Misericorde's halo remained floating over the stump of her throat. The red color began brightening back to white, as if blood was draining from it as well. Suddenly, the arch-daemon's arms tightened, her headless corpse holding fast to Deni. The halo began to wobble and then to spin and oscillate wildly, growing brighter and brighter while an unearthly wail began, piercing into the ears as much as the light seared the eyes.

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    He celebrated victory in his mind for a brief moment, only to be interrupted by the horrible wail, which sent shivers through the athlete, who took a moment to realize that what was left of her was grasping the velen with all its strength. Squinting his eyes to shield himself from the growing light, Dante brought his blade high up to the air as if he was her executioner preparing for the final swing, letting gravity assist his downwards swing aimed at the arch-daemon's left shoulder. He was already feeling as if his tank was empty but put everything he still had into this swing and simply hoping it would be enough to loosen her grip on the rogue.


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    Watching the head of the daemon soaring through the air should have given Deni at least a shred of reprieve after fighting for so long. Despite her nature, however, he couldn’t help but feel sorrow. He knew what she was and though she was killing people, she was ending their pain. In her own way she was being merciful, and that was a trait he never thought he would associate with a daemon.

    His momentary daze was interrupted when her arms enveloped him. The high-pitched screech drowned out all other noise. The velen gritted his teeth as he tensed every muscle he could to break free of her grasp. The headless corpse barely budged.

    Crack.

    The strike from Dante’s weapon loosened one arm. Perhaps he had a chance. Deni shuffled towards her weaker side. He unleashed a yelp as pain shot through his back. Claws from Misericorde’s other arm had slipped into his existing wound, hooking him to her.

    As hope deteriorated, Deni didn’t give himself time to think, time to doubt. He spun so his back was facing the kinner and a majority of the remaining soldiers.

    “Get back!” he shouted to Dante and anyone else that was nearby.

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    “Yeah, no,” came a surly woman’s voice. Twin shotguns snaked their way between Deni and Misericorde. “I’ll be a married woman before I let another person sacrifice themselves. Kaeso!”

    “Swing again!” The order was for Dante, and heavy footfalls accompanied the demand. As the kinner took his sword in another desperate arc aimed at the demon, he was joined by the enlil warrior. His sword held above his head at an angle and swinging with deadly intent at the opposite arm.

    An ordinary man would have been cut down by the enlil’s strike. An ordinary man would have seen Kaeso, and the determination in his eyes, and knew without a doubt that the warrior intended to cut away anything in his path, as he had done so time and again before.

    But the demons were not ordinary, and Kaeso knew that. That was why when he brought down his blade, he pushed his already weary body further than he ever had. He could not simply swing at this horror like any enemy soldier, and something in the back of his mind said he could not swing at Misericorde like he had done with the other demons before. She was more.

    A sickening wet crunch followed the enlil’s swing. It hadn’t been enough. Kaeso knew it and was already ripping his blade free of the fresh wound, pulling back his arm for another swing.

    Flavina didn’t wait for Dante, or Kaeso, to free Deni. Instead the older spurii woman made a soft tch sound as she squeezed the trigger on the sawed-off shotgun in her right hand.

    Foul blood sprayed from the demon’s gut.

    Time was almost up.



    Ioannes gasped for breath as his head cleared the sea’s surface. Something was under him, swimming, dragging him back to the ship but he couldn’t make out what.

    He was tired. His whole body ached as if he’d been caught in a fire, and he could barely see as waves lapped over his rescuer’s body and splashed his face. The sky was still dark, and in the distance above the waves of the sea he could hear the fighting, the feral cries of demons, and explosions.

    His rescuer huffed in an all-too-familiar fashion, and Ioannes began to recognize the feeling of matted fur, and the pungent smell of Paludis’s swampy jungle that never seemed to leave.

    Palamedes. His partner. The vorax had rushed out, abandoning the fight atop the Hydrus just to make sure Ioannes was safe. The grizzled old thing cared more for his tamer than his disdain for the demons; something Ioannes never would have thought possible. After-all, what had he done for Palamedes but save his life once?

    Repaying me, eh? The gunsmith thought sarcastically. I bet after this you’re going to be even more obstinate. I can see it now.

    Ioannes winced when he tried reaching for Palamedes’s head with his right hand, hoping to let the old vorax know he was okay, and abruptly realized he was still clutching the auritium rifle that Flavina had given him.

    How…? He began to think, but his mind was starting to clear more and more, and while looking at the rifle the strange pulsing light from the ship caught his attention. “Oh no…, Palamedes, hurry!”

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    The deathly keen was reaching a peak, the wildly pulsing halo now an orb flashing red and white. It seemed like there was no hope of freeing Deni, though all of them were prepared to go out trying. Flavina's shotgun blast drowned out the rising wail for just a moment, and the point-blank shot sundered the daemon's core, weakening her just enough for Deni to finally tear himself free with one last vicious rake of claws on his back.

    Immediately, all of them -- Deni, Dante, Flavina, and Kaeso -- threw themselves to the deck, hands over their heads. The daemons who remained, rather than flee, lunged forward for the easy targets just as everything went white. The orb of light exploded silently, a white halo shooting outward. The ring was there and gone in an instant, passing inches above Ioannes' hand as he climbed over the railing onto the ship. Searing heat blasted into the air and engulfed the deck of the ship, a red-hot brand digging into the exposed flesh and wounds of those on the deck.

    That was nothing compared to the white ring itself: it ripped through everything at head-height, bloodlessly tearing the nearby daemons to pieces.

    A crystal orb dropped to the deck just before the remaining defenders viciously overwhelmed the surviving daemons.

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    Thread closes tonight. If you want a closing turn, get it in before midnight. The ship will be brought in to shore. Feel free to do a regroup/recover collab/chapter.

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