Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170609163126

(It's great. I love a good fight scene)

A few seconds later, Diaboli emerged from the smoke, having heard the gunshots and increased his leisurely pace. He saw the blood run from Zanipher's mouth and hurried next to her.

"Take a break, I'll finish this," he told her, giving her a light pat on the shoulder as he passed.

He watched as Gren stalked back into the clearing - ragged and weary but still formidable. Diaboli could see faint dark lines in his skin as he neared.

He's been exposed to Darkening before, he noted, as his whip assembled over his forearm. ''A long time ago, it seems. The old side effects are in their later stages.''

Gren paused when he saw Diaboli, before glancing between him and Zanipher.

"Two of you?" he spat angrily, reloading his shotgun. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

"The man who's going to enjoy flaying you alive, dead man," Diaboli replied, his whip scraping against rubble noisily as he advanced.

Gren snorted and resumed his approach. "The hell you will. As soon as I've killed you, I'll finish that bitch and leave your bodies for the Grimm!"

Gren raished his shotgun and fired, but Diaboli quickly flicked up his whip and deflected the buckshot with ease.

"Just don't die to easily," Diaboli warned wickedly. "I want you to suffer."

They both charged then, and whip clashed with bat as the two struggled for an early advantage. Rather than keeping up a barrage of strikes, however, Diaboli straightened out the whip into a pointed lance and drove it towards Gren's chest. As he suspected, the Huntsmen adeptly moved his bat down to parry the strike, to which Diaboli let the whip go slack and coiled it around the man's weapon.

Unable to free his weapon from Diaboli's iron grip, Gren quickly stepped forward and punched at Diaboli's face, but the crime boss managed to catch the fist in his other hand, and a brief contest of strength ensued. With his powerful muscles, Gren quickly began to push Diaboli back until he was almost bent over backwards, but at the last second Diaboli relaxed his whip and instead wrapped it around Gren's torso, pinning the Huntsman's arms to his side.

Diaboli grinned beneath his mask as he quickly began to pile on the pressure, crushing the rogue Huntsman between the bladed metal plates.

"Your only lot in life, is to die slowly, and with great pain!" Diaboli gloated, as Gren fell to his knees. Trapped like this, escape by oneself was almost impossible.

But not quite. As he collapsed, Gren managed to revert his club back into its shotgun form and fired his final shot into Diaboli's foot. The force of the shot blasted his legs from under him, loosing the grip around Gren's body long enough for him to burst free.

"Arrgh...you bast---!" Diaboli began, before Gren clubbed him in the head with the butt of his shotgun, knocking him fiercely to the ground. Just before he could deliver a crushing blow though, Diaboli kicked backwards and rolled over his shoulder, retreating several steps back to where he had began for a quick breather.

By now, Gren was all but spent. His breath was ragged and his Aura was beginning to fizzle out. Even so, his face still displayed the same fearsome, half-crazed expression, and he showed no signs of surrendering.

"This has been fun. Really, it has. But if you could just die already that would be great," Diaboli told him bitterly, attempting to shake some feeling back into his foot as he tore off his now-ruined mask and threw it away.