Post by sinpoder on May 15, 2016 20:00:05 GMT -5
The local shinigami radar must be going completely crazy at this point, due to the simple fact that not only a hollow signature had shown up but they could most likely feel something coming out from a place that some of them have never seen a reading for, a gate from Hell opening up. It only took moments for the dozen of story door appear inside of the city limits, sending off a signature that the person escaping Hell really didn't care about who knew he was coming out. The area would feel much hotter, as the doors to Hell itself had just appeared in front of that area and the door would begin to creek open.
Anyone looking at the door, it would be just about anyone that could see this end of the city would see two massive skeletons that seem to hold the door shut with their arms. As the chains that held the door together broke open for a moment, a figure would walk out of blood red mist that poured out of the doorway. The creature came out of it, only coming into the pale moon light as he looked up and he knew that he was on a time limit. He only had a certain amount of time to make his mark again on the world quickly and hopefully he would find a worthy enemy to fight this time around. Kharn the Immortal was back in the Real World again.
Kharne is a monster of a... well. Monster, as he can scarcely be called a man any longer. In his armor he stands over eight feet tall—a monolith of power and strength. This colossal man is covered head to toe in bulky, thick armor that is virtually impenetrable to attack. The armor is the color of blood, and bears the scars of hundreds of battle. None have ever seen Kharn’s face, for the armor itself has become a part of him. Its face is his face, and a formidable face it is. Gleaming emerald eyes glow in the sockets of the suit, and there is a ventilation grill in place of a mouth. Golden skulls adorn the armor as macabre decorations—on the pauldrons on the cuirass, on his knees... everywhere. Mocking and leering at his foes, as if inviting his enemies to join them. Two prongs stick out from his helmet, not unlike the horns of a devil, striking high into the sky, nearly a foot above his head. He wears a number of metal chains all about himself, binding his body as though in some form of vile penance. From these chains, he hangs the skulls of those he has butchered, sending the unfortunate souls to his homeland of Hell.
This axe towers over even most humans, being nearly as tall as it's wielder, and just as deadly. This axe has seen as much blood if not more then the wielder of it, as the cloth that covers the entire shaft of the axe is the color of dried blood and gore. The head of the axe, which is as wide and tall as the torso of a grown man, seems to be three major pieces of a brass colored metal bolted together. The 'edge' of the axe, if you could call it that, looks like someone took all of the teeth out of a dragon or similarly deadly creature, and the used more metal to hold it all together to make a massive block of razor sharp teeth that look like they could rip though tank armor.
Kharn opened up his senses again, as he was only use to feeling the spiritual energy of the Hell Hounds that he had to either out run or evade using various tactics that he knew from his old days in Russia. He felt the several hundred if not thousands of spirits and souls in this area and he felt his body relax as he knew what was going to happen. This was going to be a massacre and as he started to bend his knees to jump into the air to try and climb the building to reach into an office building filled with people who worked overnight he felt something better. He felt the spiritual energy of another predator. A Hollow.
Kharn ran across the rooftops as he was now looking for that prey, the hunt. The gods of Hell needed to be feed and they were going to be feed. Kharn quickly reached his hollow prey, and it was a simple matter of falling onto the prey. Once his several hundred pound frame fell on the hollow, it was a simple matter of ripping the skull off of the body of the beast. Once the skull was removed from the spine, he threw it to the side as he realized that this was not going to be a fun fight. Kharn looked to his right and growled slightly as he saw humans sleeping in their homes, as he simply took his massive armored foot slamming it into the near by wall. As the wall came down on a small family room, he would start to carve his way though everyone that was in here. One family down. Alot more to go.
Anyone looking at the door, it would be just about anyone that could see this end of the city would see two massive skeletons that seem to hold the door shut with their arms. As the chains that held the door together broke open for a moment, a figure would walk out of blood red mist that poured out of the doorway. The creature came out of it, only coming into the pale moon light as he looked up and he knew that he was on a time limit. He only had a certain amount of time to make his mark again on the world quickly and hopefully he would find a worthy enemy to fight this time around. Kharn the Immortal was back in the Real World again.
Kharne is a monster of a... well. Monster, as he can scarcely be called a man any longer. In his armor he stands over eight feet tall—a monolith of power and strength. This colossal man is covered head to toe in bulky, thick armor that is virtually impenetrable to attack. The armor is the color of blood, and bears the scars of hundreds of battle. None have ever seen Kharn’s face, for the armor itself has become a part of him. Its face is his face, and a formidable face it is. Gleaming emerald eyes glow in the sockets of the suit, and there is a ventilation grill in place of a mouth. Golden skulls adorn the armor as macabre decorations—on the pauldrons on the cuirass, on his knees... everywhere. Mocking and leering at his foes, as if inviting his enemies to join them. Two prongs stick out from his helmet, not unlike the horns of a devil, striking high into the sky, nearly a foot above his head. He wears a number of metal chains all about himself, binding his body as though in some form of vile penance. From these chains, he hangs the skulls of those he has butchered, sending the unfortunate souls to his homeland of Hell.
This axe towers over even most humans, being nearly as tall as it's wielder, and just as deadly. This axe has seen as much blood if not more then the wielder of it, as the cloth that covers the entire shaft of the axe is the color of dried blood and gore. The head of the axe, which is as wide and tall as the torso of a grown man, seems to be three major pieces of a brass colored metal bolted together. The 'edge' of the axe, if you could call it that, looks like someone took all of the teeth out of a dragon or similarly deadly creature, and the used more metal to hold it all together to make a massive block of razor sharp teeth that look like they could rip though tank armor.
Kharn opened up his senses again, as he was only use to feeling the spiritual energy of the Hell Hounds that he had to either out run or evade using various tactics that he knew from his old days in Russia. He felt the several hundred if not thousands of spirits and souls in this area and he felt his body relax as he knew what was going to happen. This was going to be a massacre and as he started to bend his knees to jump into the air to try and climb the building to reach into an office building filled with people who worked overnight he felt something better. He felt the spiritual energy of another predator. A Hollow.
Kharn ran across the rooftops as he was now looking for that prey, the hunt. The gods of Hell needed to be feed and they were going to be feed. Kharn quickly reached his hollow prey, and it was a simple matter of falling onto the prey. Once his several hundred pound frame fell on the hollow, it was a simple matter of ripping the skull off of the body of the beast. Once the skull was removed from the spine, he threw it to the side as he realized that this was not going to be a fun fight. Kharn looked to his right and growled slightly as he saw humans sleeping in their homes, as he simply took his massive armored foot slamming it into the near by wall. As the wall came down on a small family room, he would start to carve his way though everyone that was in here. One family down. Alot more to go.