A Huge Fricken Explosion OR Open Fire
 

Rob is pleasently surprised when he sees two big explosions near the demon, one being a chemical reaction, the other being... well... a guy with a sword exploading toward the demon. Ask and ye shall recieve, eh?

From this range, Rob was able to stay mostly out of the way of the other's attacks, save for a small amount of shrapenal which served as a reminder that he was still alive. Ow! I was already injured there.

Comfortable in the thought that he was not alone, Rob released a few arrows toward the demon, aimed as precisely as possible. I just hope they stick, those arrows have interesting presents attached to them.

As he tries his damnedest to annoy the crap out of the target, while planting his gifts in the demon's hide, Rob tries to account for who is present. Well, I definatly see the guy with the sword. But who the heck set us up the bomb? Damn I wish HQ would issue me one of those knifty radios.

It was rather impeccable timing. The demons had made their move, right after he had left. And what a move it was.

Even if someone couldn't sense a demon, the screams echoing out through the hall were enough to draw out anybody's attention - assuming they themselves were not caught up in it. Already, students and teachers from all corners of the school were probably wondering what was happening, and might come over to see for themselves - likely making the situation a whole lot worse than it already was.

People were going to get hurt. A lot of them.

That person who had been trying to interrogate him had already took off and, after glancing at the boy who had been coughing earlier, he ran off. "I'm sorry!" he said, but the fact of the matter was he couldn't be concerned with this person's well being at the moment - not over the safety of his classmates and his sister.

As soon as he rounded the corner, he caught sight of the battle between the protectors and the blood demon. Though he was concerned, he didn't have time to help them out, not right now.

Besides, he noted, turning yet another corner, there was the little detail of the possessed students, already spreading out in the school.

He couldn't see any protectors in the hallway, aside from the ones that were back there fighting the blood summoned. Naturally, that meant that he got the joy of handling all of them himself.

"Well," he said, raising his hands towards the mob. "I'm sorry about this, but you leave me with no choice."

And, with that, about about a dozen plushies suddenly popped into existence, spread out at the feet of the students. With rather maniacal laughter, they jumped into the air and exploded, sending a pale purple gas throughout the air.

It would only take a few seconds for most of them to succumb to the knock out gas - however, it wasn't meant to last long, even on a normal person. He guessed that he probably had five minutes, maybe less, before the stronger ones got up again - and it wasn't like he could exorcise them all in that period of time. He had to make it to the classroom and get to his sister before that.

Covering his own mouth and nose with his shirt, he ran through the group, not waiting for them to be knocked out. Reaching the door, he pulled as hard as he could on the handle...

...only to have it break off.

"You're kidding me."

Resisting the urge to scream in frustration, as it would have had him inhaling the gas and knocking himself out, he did the only thing he could do, and threw the handle at the door.

Josiah ran after the man, gasping for breath. Darn young whippersnappers.

Halfway there, three possessed ambushed him. A sonic detonation took care of the first two. A solid whack with his cane knocked out the third one. He quickly exorcised the demons, then ran towards the explosions. Goody.

He took a peek around the corner...

And was promptly met with a faceful of gas. Dammit.

He "sprinted" towards the unfolding fight, trying to keep from falling asleep.

He snapped out a speedy incantation, and was rewarded with the sight of a row of lockers stabbing the blood summoned and enfolding it in a solid wall of metal, which it promptly burst through. This, however, game him a second to cast a spell to clear out the gas. His mind and lungs cleared, and turned back to fight. He would have to have some words with the idiot who set off the knock-out gas.

When he turned, the blood summoned was hardly looking for the worse despite his attack.

"Dammit!"

He started incanting a fireball spell.

School

Jared just kind of crawled out of the way as the others laid into the blood-summoned. I’m not very much used against the ones that have already manifested, so I’d just get in the way.

As he looked down the hall, he saw the hordes of possessed students. This, however, is what I’m good at.

Jared flipped the blade out on the bottom of the staff, and slammed it into to the ground. He activated a shield around himself, and began his chant. He didn’t know if it was magic, or Latin…heck, for all he knew, he could have been swearing in fluent Japanese for all he knew.

All he knew was that it worked.

He yelled the final words, and all the possessing demons in who heard his voice were sent screaming back to Hell.

Unfortunately, given the general racket that the possessed make, compounded by the sounds of gunfire, battle cries, and blood-summoned demon howling coming from behind him, only a handful of demons were banished. The de-possessed students fell to the ground unconscious.

“Dang,” Jared muttered to himself, “it’s going to take forever at this rate.”

”Teachers and faculty, code red. Repeat, code red” the principle said over the PA system. Code red is what they do to go into a lockdown, Jared thought to himself, So they just told to the entire school to lock the…

…the entire school…

THE PA SYSTEM!

“Hey!” Jared said, turning back the way he came. “I’m heading to the office. Buy me about 10 minutes and I’ll have the entire school exorcised! Of course, that won’t work on that,” he said, pointing at the blood-summoned as he ran by, “but that should be easier to take care of if you don’t have to worry about a few hundred possessed students!”

In hindsight, maybe spouting the plan in front the demon wasn’t such a hot idea.

The blood-summoned extracted itself from the wall of spikes…say what you want about demons, they’re a hardly bunch. With a roar that sounded part death-cry, part scream, and part T-Rex, the creature shot out a tentacle at the young exorcist as he ran past. The tentacle hit Jared’s leg, and with the painfully audible crack of breaking bone, Jared went down with a scream. Two more tentacles shot up, and the demon pulled itself up into the decorative pillars of the common’s area. As it clamped onto the pillars with it’s claws, it let go with the of the pillars, and the two tentacles shot out with blinding speed at the Protectors fighting it.

Jared groaned on the floor, his leg bent at a painful angle, and the blood soaking into his jeans spoke of where the bone had broken through his skin. He tried to stand, but fell back down, biting back a curse of pain. There was no way he could make it to the office without help.


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Warehouse

The demon howled in pain as the bullet struck home. It staggered to it’s feet again. A tentacle shot out, down the corridor where the cultist were. A strangled shout came from the room, followed by rather unhealthy sounding gurgling sound. The tentacle changed from it’s bluish hue to red, and as the red reached the demon, some of the wounds on it’s body began to heal. The thing glared in the direction that the sniper shot came from. One of the smaller tentacles on it’s back aimed in that direction, and stiffened. With a gush of hot liquid, the spike shot off…well, like a bullet. A bullet in the direction of that pesky sniper.

One problem solved, demon continued it’s pursuit of the other pests.

”Err…breaking news on the demon fighting front.” Tessa’s voice came over the radio, [i]” It looks like the demon just impaled one of it’s own guys, and drained him. I’m willing to bet it didn’t just do that for fun. We’ll put down the rest of the culties so it can’t do a repeat performance.”

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School

Speaking of demons using blood to regenerate, the demon at the school decided it could use some patching up. It also decided that those possessed students would make a fine choice. Another tentacle shot down the hallway, looking for a likely target to drain.

GrahRR!! Attack!
 

Harm winced slightly at the sound of screeching metal as a set of lockers suddenly hurled into the beast, knocking it back yet again.

Not taking his eyes off the demon Harm shouted, "I'll try to hold this dog's attention, you come up with a plan!"

With that off his mind, Harm once more threw himself into the waiting tentacles of the beast. The demon had other plans. Ignoring Harm it began to attack everyone at once with it's tentacles!

Swearing, Harm sprinted forward and with an impossible leap landed on the beast's back, a back covered in tentacles! Cursing even more, Harm spotted two arrows lodged between the demon's shoulder blades...odd. At that moment another tentacle snagged Harm's leg, hurling him at the prone form of Jared.

"Crap."

Emmitting grating laughter, the demon tore into the unconscious students Jared had freed and began to make it's way down the hall toward the Mother's first period class.

Kase started chanting under his breath, with a flare the sigil activated, causing the bricks to raise and begin to put themselves back together. He turned to Laurella "I have a phone back in my bikes trunk...stupid school rules If we get there I can see about the possibility of a pickup for you, but we need to get going before they get outside

Another rocket went for the recovering demon, but this time the demon jumped to the side, and the rocket went sailing into the wall. The man shouted to Narzeal "Looks like you get to show me how much ass you kick."

Narzeal was taken a little aback by the statement, and as the demon charged, he had to ask "Why?"

"Because that was the last rocket. I've got something else, but I need a minute." The man replied, then he went into his van.

Narzeal would have replied with a comment along the lines of "Well crap." But he was too busy jumping back from the bite of the demon dog. Seems the beast was pissed off about being nearly killed, and wanted to share the feeling of it.

This time though the beast moved as fast and Narzeal could move, one clamp of his jaws nearly tore Narzeal in half, if he hadn't gone for the side. Narzeal swung in for a quick kill, but the beast just headbutted him, shoving him back quite a few feet.

Then one of those tentacles grabbed Narzeal as he flew back, but before the tentacle could do anything with its recent catch, Narzeal cut the sucker right off of him. Then Narzeal hit the ground like a lead balloon, since the beast just jumped at him, and would have torn his face off otherwise.

Narzeal struck upward as the beast sailed over, though this time he was just a second too late, and hit nothing but air. He was back on his feet in the next instant, staring down this beast again. It was a good thing, since the beast was charging again. This time when the beast went to consume Narzeal, Narzeal jumped towards the beast, using his left hand to shove himself up and above the bite.

Narzeal found himself flying into the thicket of the tentacles. He kicked up off the back of the head of the beast, and started cutting the slimy things off right at the base. He got quite a few of them when one knocked him off. In which he found himself hitting the ground with a thud.

Narzeal rolled to the left, avoiding the beast as it pounced and just barely got not killed. He rose slashing at it, and then found himself staring the beast down, though the beast looked a lot less threatening with only just a couple tentacles instead of what seemed like hundreds.

Pow. Pow. Two bullets pistoned their way through the oncoming tentacle, blowing it away like two miniature hammers to a watermelon. Her draw was fast on the pistol, but it'd be all but futile to shoot the actual beast with it.

Goddamnit kid. she cursed the injury he had just taken. She fired another round, severing another tentacle that had stricken her young comrade.


112, 113, 114, there we go, 116! As soon as she found the locker she had removed the baton from her waist and struck the metal housing, bashing the container open to reveal her M-16...and several grenade-oriented attachments. With a quick grasp and twist, she was unloading a fury of metal projectiles at the beast while hastily loading the grenade into its launcher.

"Jared, move or shield yourself or Something! I'm about to take out most of the area that thing is in!"

All she could do was hope he heard her.

Laurella blinked. "So there's more to this than just possessed students, huh? I want to stay and make sure Stacey and the others are all right, but I can't get everything I want."

She sighed. "Very well. Let's get me the fuck out of here while we actually have a way out."

Jacob's rifle made a satisfactory click when he reloaded another clip into it, then he sprinted back to the previous room. He had left the wounded comrade with the other able soldier; he could still help out with the Blood-summon, even if he lacked the firepower. Coming down the hallway, he could hear alot of thumping from the room. 'I hope that's just the demon being thrown around...' Jacob thought.

He came to the open door and peered inside; A man with a shimmering, fiery sword was facing down the beast, and he was panting a little. Not surprising though, it's not easy going melee against a blood-summon. The demon appeared to have lost a few tentacles, which was good. If Tessa was right, then the tentacles were there for more than just scare tactics. There was more damage to the beast as well: it had a slash or two across its body, and the explosions from earlier didn't leave it completely unscathed.

Jacob was tired from all of the running and the combat, but he rose his gun up, aimed, breathed in, and fired at the beasts backside. It snarled in anger as the bullets sent small sprays of blood up into the air, but Jacob didn't let up. 'The less tentacles there are, the easier this gets'. He figured. Of coarse, now the beast had another target to attack, and Jacob wasn't nearly equipped enough to finsh him off. Not easily anyway. 'I hope we kill this damn thing' Jacob thought, 'Otherwise, this is going to hurt quite a bit.'