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[[ Guys, please don't post for a bit; Miles and I are trying a private battle RP, and we don't want it to get messed up.
That and I want this egg. D< ]]

After yesterday's mishap ...
There was no way she was going to let that Demon Desing get away! It could be hurting others right as of now ...

Of course, she had to drag Miles along, but it was for the better; one step closer to being a Deathscythe, right? Right!
Though, when she saw the dark alleyways ahead of her, she couldn't help but shiver a bit. She took one step back and narrowed her eyes, but pressed on ahead.

There were reports about a Desing over here ... and its description sounded oddly familiar to the one she had spotted outside of Death City.
If it was the one she was thinking about, they'd get it in no time.

The ribbon in her hair faltered a bit as she swung her head to look back at Miles, her Meister.
"Oi, Miles-kun. You still back there?"

"Oooh. Good point."
Though, she wasn't too worried about the 'danger' involved with this. If she was worried about that, she might as well withdraw from Shibusen and hide in her home. Danger came with the work!

Nicxan took Miles's words into consideration, though. She focused her energies and turned into the familiar black scepter, the feathers tied to it flying about as it flew into her Meister's hand.
Even though she was a weapon, Nicxan still spoke.

"I feel a bit uneasy, Miles-kun. Be careful, all right?"
Something was out of place. She couldn't put her finger on it.
Then again, the heavy breathing in front of them--very close, no less--would tip almost anyone off. Thankfully, it was around the corner ... perhaps ...
Miles could hear for himself, she hoped! They'd worry about technicalities later.

[[ here on in, I'll control the Demon and Nicxan, for those lurking. c: ]]

The entire creature was disgusting, rising up like a pulsating hill of flesh. It was hard to imagine this thing was once human, looking at it now it was nothing but a beast. Two pudgy legs that looked like someone had stuffed balloon after balloon under its skin supported the monstrosity with sickly green chipped toenails scraping at the ground. It was incredibly obese, its stomach bloated like a beached whale and was rumpled with odd shapes and mounds all over its body.

To its sides, its arms swayed back and forth like two huge, fatty pendulums, and pores dotted the arms to make the entire thing look almost speckled. Just above the green mottled chest though, hung the warped head.

One eye was much larger than the other, so much larger that it covered half of the entire once-man's head, and bright red veins pulsated through the eye to the beat of its shriveled heart. In contrast, the smaller eye was a dull black with pupils of white, and it lolled uselessly to the side as if it were a replacement glass eye. Protruded, pus-covered blisters spewed a constant flow of sickly white liquid down its back as he walked, leaving an almost slug-like trail of mucus and slime behind him as his fatty legs struggled to keep up with just a short pace.

Nicxan was going to hurl--that thing was disgusting and she was going to be ripping into it! Ecchhhh!
Well, it wouldn't be a demon if it wasn't gross, right ...? The Weapon inhaled sharply, trying to keep her focus. She had seen worse--she wasn't going to let some fat ... THING beat her this time.

"It hasn't seen us, Miles ... you can sneak up from behind if you're careful!"
It was true--the Demon Desing had its back turned to them, giving Miles a full-on view of the disgusting spectacle on the thing's back. Echh!

[[ The description was from my friend Lies, and that is why it is not in my writing style. O xO
I can't make demons, stfu. ]]

Nicxan, through much effort, managed to avoid the fact that she was cutting into sausage links, pretty much.
Though, it was a direct hit--the scepter cleaved through the demon's leg. As the weapon jutted away, the monster screamed in agony; however, it was more like a low, yet deafening rumble. The pus and blood splattered about the alley, and Nicxan herself was covered in it.

The Demon Desing lumbered to face Miles, its two eyes rolling back in its head still.
It lunged to attack, using its entire body mass to attempt to squish the both of them.

"Miles! Move! Quick!"
She would know; his blows were insanely powerful; power in exchange for speed. That's how he got away last time ... Nicxan cringed at the memory. that was one painful swipe back there ...

The monster didn't have time to haul itself up before the scepter made contact with its back.
Nicxan mentally cringed, but said absolutely nothing aside from a 'Hai!' in agreement, but ... ugh. This was groooooooss!

The Desing, however, began to writhe in pain. One of its arms, in the flail, headed straight for Miles's stomach.

[[ Ugh, short post is short. ]]

Oh god, not good, not good.
Nicxan directly disobeyed his order; she partially turned back into a human, while yanking the claw out of the monster's back.

Promptly, the weapon leaped in front of Miles, glaring daggers at the lumbering demon coming towards them.
With a shrill shout, she rushed forward and leaped up, attempting to distract the monster in a desperate maneuver to let her Meister recover.

"Just hold on for a bit! move when you can, Miles-kun! I have this!"
As she yelled out, the demon smacked her with one of its fists, sending her flying into one of the walls with a devastating crunch.
A moment didn't pass before she got up and started swiping at the thing with her claw arm, keeping one eye on Mlies for the cue to return to weapon form.

Nicxan nodded sternly and promptly returned to being a scepter, narrowly avoiding another swipe from the beast. She flew into Miles's hand, somewhat shamed of her impulsive attack.
But at least her Meister was OK. That's all that mattered, right?

"It'll take a moment for him to resume a defensive stance! Quick, go for the legs again!"
Maybe another swipe to the leg would take down this monster ... but they didn't have much time to decide. The demon had raised both of its arms for a 'final smackdown,' aiming for a double pound.
Not good.