Thread: Demonfall (RedOnesGoFaster and EverUndine)

It was a classic case of mixed signals between the man and elf, though Aldric certainly didn't have nearly the time to dwell on it. He'd laughed out of joy, seeing her so handily dispatch the bastard, with even a touch of admiration. That could all wait, however. The demon needed tending to. It was a foulness in this wounded world, one that needed immediate expulsion. A flabby paw lashed out at the Iron Mage, and he batted it aside with a smack of his shield, though it left a foul-smelling sticky residue behind on his shield. This beast was greed and gluttony incarnate, and the stink rolling off of him was enough to make even a hardier man than himself feel ill. The elf launched into action then, spearing the end of the portal and beginning to invoke rites of blood magic. A dark sensation reverberated in the air as she set to work, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end while he sidestepped a crushing blow from above that cracked the pavement where he'd been standing. The thing was so fat it could hardly move, his rotten, broken teeth gnashing. No doubt he hoped to simply get ahold of the human and feast on his flesh. While the demon recovered from his great swing-and-a-miss, Aldric darted inside of its defenses like a charging bull, shield held before him. Even with all of his might... all he succeeded in doing was rocking the demon back on its blubbery haunches. She was screaming now, room shaking fitfully as the portal threatened to close prematurely. Sticky, fat fingers latched themselves onto Aldric's shoulders and threatened to pull him closer, only for the mage to carve right through an arm with a desperate stroke of his sword, wrenching away from the other while it reeled in pain. SPEARS! NOW, YA BASTARDS, NOW! Two warriors closed on his flanks, spears at the ready. One spear right through each wobbling, disease-ridden breast, the men behind them beginning to tip the heavy, flailing demon back towards the portal. It was roaring madly, desperately clawing for anything to hold onto in this world while Aldric made another charge, putting his full weight behind his shield. It was halfway into the portal when it grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with a powerful grip, trying to pull the battle-mage to its mouth. He hacked at every inch of available flesh, an honest fear in him while it pulled him closer and closer, the portal growing smaller and smaller... until at last, the hole in the world closed. Its howls were cut off immediately. The torso was gone... but the lower half remained, sliced cleanly in half in a way that even the sharpest blade couldn't have hoped to accomplish. Half of an arm still clutched at Aldric, though he had collapsed against the lower bulk of the belly, eyes still wide with horror. Scrambling away from the half-corpse, he wrenched the arm away, flinging it to the floor with a sickening squelch. By the divines, he was tired. So terribly bloody tired. He went to a knee, his sword clattering to the floor while the fire was extinguished. A few heavy breaths were all he managed before the stink of the corpse began to reach his nostrils, and with a sickened expression, he extended both hands and channeled what little of his energy remained. A gout of fire engulfed what remained of the corpse, turning it into a funeral pyre of its very own while its corruption was burned out of the world once and for all. It was only when the fat began to bubble that he turned away, eyeing the elvish woman. You did good, he said wearily, feeling himself begin to droop. The physical toll was weighing on him, both from the battle as well as the magics he'd used throughout the day. Fire was a demanding element to channel... but he preferred it above all others. Very good. You got a name, lass?