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The red beast had not expected such a quick follow-up. This was a worthy foe. A worthy one indeed. What stamina, endurance. It would a be a shame when this was done.

But these cuts were painful. If he had flesh, then this assualt would have stung much more, but he was lucky. The blade but through him, seperating his body into smaller and smaller portions, drops of his being flying every direction.

In the air, hung the glowing white orbs of Judment, staring blindly at what she had done. His body had been spread in all directions, and the strain wsas killing him. His first instinct was to recollect and attack, but why do one after the other when he could do both?

Focusing hard on his intent, Judment willed the pools of him into floating blobs that were spread out over the entire clearing, and with inhuman speed, flung themselves to their origin, ready to assimilate who ever was in their way. This was Judment meaning, to assimalate a powerful foe into himself. If she survived this, then she was truly worthy of life. But would be robbed of it none the less.

Pen shook her head. "I don't know..." She looked away, not wanting to show how scared she was. Instead she focused on where they were going. "How close do you think we are?"

((I did PM Duncan_the_Soulknight again, but still no response. I don't think he's been on for a long time anywhere.))

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Piece by piece, the Judge had recollected himself in his foe's pause. A fatal pause. In mere seconds, he was whole again, infuriated beyond belief at the fool who had tried to kill him again. But the 'fool' was doing a good job. Despite his seemingly endless supply of power, it took alot of enery to reconfigure oneself, and being splattered all over the clearing didn't help. The constant dents that had scarred him for only moment were begining to add up. She was winning this uphill battle.

But Judgment could not feel pain. He could only grow tired, his mind exhausting itself trying to fix the damage she had inflicted. His mind was racing a beat a minute, and with every flash of thought, the more it stung. He'd have to end this with an all-or-nothing assault.

He focused his energy again, raising his arms for the largest wave he could conjure. A wave of such proportions, it would conume everything in an hundred foot radius. If it succeeded, his mission had been half fulfiled and he'd hide and recoup. If it failed... He'd have to run faster than some morephous blob could.

When Zar turned to Pen, the red clothed woman crashed into him. He got the wind nearly blown out of him. He was very confused as to what had just happened. He saw Pen, then Bael, then the lady. She was yelling something, but he hardly understood what. She started dashing away, and Zar told Pen hastily, "Pen! Lets go, run into the forest!"

Judgment had watched with a slight expression of glee at the sight of his oppenent running.He would have let a bomming laugh had he been the being he was before. Alas, he was not.

With a swift motion, his arms dropped, and in their wake, a pool of erd emerged and grew to sizes incomprehensible. It had begun at ten feet, now fifteen, twenty!! When this was done, the odds of anything escaping this was laughable. When the red wave was to finsihed is course, it would come crashing down, washing away anything that remained.

His plan was perfect. He'd erradicate atleast half the forest. Aslong as nothing broke his concentration.

Eris ran and ran, even though running in thigh high leather stilettos would never be an advantage. As she was running, looking only forward, she eyed red waves coming from behind her and flooding forward, catching up to her. Her legs were giving way. Soon enough she knew shed be engulfed. She saw nothing but the forest to her right and the grassy hills in front of her. Not to mention the red everywhere behind her. She saw that, but in a split second, her face was in the grass. Her heel had ripped. There was no escape for her now. THe wave came crashing down...

The Punisher stayed in an unconscious state for a while. She didnt know how much time had passed. Her mind was thinking, in a dream trance. She knew she was unconscious, but she couldnt wake up from her dangerous slumber. Eris was walking in the fields, there was green grass...no where to be seen. It was a barren wasteland now. The heat had started pulsing ferverishly. Bones littered the floors and it was brown flatlands everywhere she looked. Eris was aching, badly. And then, the rumbles began again. The earth shattered below her, and she fell into the deep dark crevace. SHe heard a sole voice vibrate across the walls. She then noticed eyes. Glinting and sparkling in the distance. Twas the devil. Satan himself. His pitchfork reached into her and she bled. She shot upward and found herself alive, sweating on the forest floor.

Vacuusan stood at the edge of the forest, his cloak drapped around him like a shadow. He turns his green eyes toward the center of the forest, this place would be a good place. He wondered slightly at what sort of people it might hold, and what would be required to push them over the edge. He almost smiles at the thought before striding forward into the forest, his clothes russelling slightly as he went.