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[At first there's static on the feed, though the static quickly turns into a low gravely and slightly distorted laugh.]

It seems that the heroes are gathering like moths to a flame. Such righteousness and bravery, it's almost palpable.

I simply have one question for all these heroes...

...How many of you have braved the pits of the Burning Hells, seen the horrors within, and escaped with your lives?

I doubt many - if any - of you have... but you will soon. Very soon...

[The laugh returns as the feed starts to fade, though it sounds more unhinged and distorted than before...]

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[Have another chuckle.]

You want a hint? Follow the smoke and sirens. And if you're too slow, then I can't guarantee the safety of the neighboring houses.

Yeah. Great hint. Fine. You're still a coward.

[He sends a quick text to the people he knows are conscious to let them know what's basically going on. Luckily he's been practically living in his gear lately so he heads for Attleton.

He should really learn how to drive.]

You should hurry then. Hellfire burns quickly and leaves nothing in its wake.

[While waiting for Jaune to arrive, Diablo decides to make his way upstairs into the heart of the burning building, relishing in the chaos that arrives shortly after as fire crews begin to furtively attempt to save the house, not that water does a whole lot against his brand of flames.]

Edited 2016-02-25 01:10 (UTC)

So does regular fire.

[Well. He probably should have brought the bucket. But he's not sure how much help it would be. Jaune comes to a stop outside, staring at the building, completely lost. He ran there, so his stamina is already down. He activates his aura and shouts at the top of his lungs.]

HEY! LORD OF TERROR! WHY DON'T YOU SHOW YOUR FACE INSTEAD OF HIDING LIKE A COMIC BOOK VILLAIN OF THE WEEK!

[There was a short chuckle that echoed through the area before Diablo literally erupts from the burning building, charging on all fours at Jaune before swinging a massive hand with equally massive ebon claws at Jaune's face as the building behind him collapses.]

Oh I look forward to breaking you. So noble and selfless. Almost as if compensating for something...

[That's definitely more impressive than Jaune was thinking. He did tell Diablo to stop running so...he's just going to...brace himself and sidestep, using his shield to block that hand from hell. His shield hits himself in the process, but he's not shaken by that. He's more concerned about his speed + power.]

Yeah I've already heard all that before. [He hasn't, but he forces it down. He moves his shield to guard more of his body and raises his sword to try and strike at Diablo's chest.]

[The sword pierces Diablo's chest though it doesn't seem to cause him any pain. What's more, the 'blood' seeping from the wound seems to be burning as hot as the flames of the ruined house. He leans forward, placing his face next to Jaune's, lowering his voice to a whisper as a hand wraps around the blade of the sword.]

Tell me child, what is it you fear?

[He can feel the heat radiating off of his weapon. It was sinking through his armor, making it very uncomfortable. His sword won't move when he tries to take it back, leaving him feeling trapped. It's the locker all over again. His movements take on an almost desperate edge as he tries to free his sword and he even lets his shield drop in his attempts.]

Shut up shut up SHUT UP!

[Diablo just laughs as a clawed hand grabs onto Jaune's chest plate, flinging him to the side like a stuffed toy.]

Where's that bravado you showed earlier? Your righteous rage? Is that truly all you can do in the face of evil?

Some hero.

[He hits the ground roughly, his eyes suddenly burning with all the anger he's been living in this entire time.

A hero? He's not a hero. He's helpless, he's always been helpless. No matter what anyone said... He couldn't--

He screams, running to grab his shield and toss it at Diablo's face.]

I'm going to stop you!

Edited 2016-02-27 03:57 (UTC)

[The shield connects, bouncing off one of Diablo's many horns as he stalks toward Jaune, face twisting into a sadistic grin.]

That's more like it. The greater the bravado, the sweeter the terror when it all comes crashing down. I wonder... which bones should I break first?

[Dammit. With his sword unavailable, and his shield useless, he has no chance. His heart is racing as he fights off the desire to run and escape, glancing around at his surroundings for anything that could stop Diablo.

There is no other choice.

Jaune stands perfectly still, trapped by his decision. He tries to talk himself down, but he can't. He's made his choice. He takes a deep breath, finding that it does nothing to stop his legs from feeling like lead, or any more confident in his decision. He closes his eyes before he stares up at Diablo. He doesn't bother to hide his fear as he walks up to him and tries to take hold of his sword again.]

Go ahead and do it.

[Diablo might notice that he's glowing white now as he fully activates his aura.]

[Diablo laughs as he raises a hand, looking to crush Jaune's shoulder. He doesn't bother to stop Jaune from taking hold of the sword as his hand comes down and...]

[...as the hand makes contact with Jaune's shoulder, the resulting flash of light is enough to cause Diablo to take a step back, his opposing hand coming to shield his eyes. When it subsides, Jaune's sword had been pulled free, and the broken claws on the hand that had went for the shoulder were leaking a black tar-like substance. Diablo seemed to be in no pain, but he inspected his hand for a moment before another chuckle echoed in his throat.]

...Interesting. We will have to do this again soon, Crusader. Keep your eyes open for another burning building to go charging into.

[And with that, he simply turns to leave, giving Jaune a chance to strike his back if he chose. ...But Diablo would be expecting that.]

[Diablo might find it interesting, but Jaune is completely baffled. He had been trying it as a last resort, but whatever he had done...had worked. He suddenly feels drained. Drained and pissed off Diablo is walking away, as if he isn't worth his time. Why is it that no one takes him seriously enough to regard him as a threat? Any confusion he has, any shock is quickly overwhelmed by the same caustic anger that drew him to attacking Diablo to begin with.]

Didn't you hear me? I said I'm going to stop you!

[In a blind rage, he runs to try and strike Diablo's back. He doesn't care, this time he's not releasing his weapon even if he burns himself in the process.]

[Diablo spins using his tail to knock Jaune out of the air.]

Your time will come, child. But first I will break that resolve of yours, but on my time. I want to draw this out as much as I can.

[He begins to laugh as shadows swirl around him and smoke begins to envelop him. A strong gust of wind later and all that was left of the encounter was a pentagram scorched into the pavement and his twisted laughter echoing through the area.]

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