The enemy's chainsaw roared into life as they launched towards each other.
Raiden swung his sword to defend his chest, sparks flying wildly at each connection. They clashed furiously, and Raiden began to try and get serious as he realised this wouldn't be the kind of enemy who would stand there watching you run towards them sword in hand.
The chainsaw growled again and the Swordsmachine rushed towards Raiden swiftly.
Raiden went to spring into the air, but the machine had fired a great blast from its shotgun. the shotgun round which now came towards Raiden was so strong that even after deflecting each pellet with his sword, he was still given a sucker punch by the raw power. He flew across the room, landing sliding on his knees, using his sword to aid him to his feet, but before he knew it, the Swordsmachine was racing towards him once again.
The chainsaw growled again and the Swordsmachine rushed towards Raiden swiftly.
Raiden went to spring into the air, but the machine had fired a great blast from its shotgun. the shotgun round which now came towards Raiden was so strong that even after deflecting each pellet with his sword, he was still given a sucker punch by the raw power. He flew across the room, landing sliding on his knees, using his sword to aid him to his feet, but before he knew it, the Swordsmachine was racing towards him once again.
Raiden saw the attack coming from miles away, effortlessly parrying the chainsaw which raged towards him in the blink of an eye. There was a flash as screaming metal met vibrational steel.
Raiden had won this clash - after a brief struggle, his sword sliced through the chainsaw like a hot knife through butter, retaining its momentum all the way through to the Swordsmachine's shoulder joint, decapitating it.
It's arm and pieces of blade clattered to the floor, the robot's severed limb and stumb gushing blood (concerning).
The chainsaw growled again and the Swordsmachine rushed towards Raiden swiftly.
Raiden went to spring into the air, but the machine had fired a great blast from its shotgun. the shotgun round which now came towards Raiden was so strong that even after deflecting each pellet with his sword, he was still given a sucker punch by the raw power. He flew across the room, landing sliding on his knees, using his sword to aid him to his feet, but before he knew it, the Swordsmachine was racing towards him once again.
Raiden saw the Swordsmachine continuously pumping the shotgun, wondering what in earth it could be doing and was blinded by a great explosion when he realised his opponent had charged the shotgun all the way to its full potential ; using the blast to launch itself through the wall and out into the darkness.
A cowardly escape.
When the ringing in his ears faded, and the smoke subsided, Raiden strutted over to the new hole in the wall leading to a completely dark open void.
I hope I don't need to go out there anytime soon thought Raiden as he flashily withdrew his high tech katana.
He turned back to the discarded Chainsaw arm, which had stopped leaking blood by now. However the chainsaw motor still muttered every now and then.
Raiden would totally use it, if it weren't chopped in half. Oh well.
After a brief break, he decided to simply continue forwards, dropping down into the ventilation shaft with no hesitation.
He fell a long time, enough to reach his terminal velocity. But he wasn't worried about that - he's survived falls from skyscrapers before.
The wind wooshed past him, whipping his face and making his hair flow as he fell deeper into the deep depths.
He saw a faint red light below him - a cruel and sinister light, which was small and dim.
He anticipated danger below... but when he flicked his AR vision tracker he saw not a single sign of life down there.
Raiden here is not used to being in Hell yet. You see, here in hell, there are three types of beings. The dead, the divine and the machine.
From the second he landed, he was swarmed by enemies of all kinds. Dozens of strange zombie creatures without arms dashed towards him, their oversized heads harbouring disgusting large mouths, with razor sharp teeth so long that the mouths could not contain them. (Filth)
Behind the Filth, on a dark staircase stood a couple of strange tall humanoids with bloodied mangled faces holding orbs made of fire (Strays)
Raiden sucker punched a Filth in the 'face', which instantly exploded as the creature flew backwards. It knocked over a dozen other of its kind, like a bowling ball. The Strays began to throw their orbs of fire right at Raiden, like baseball pitchers but if the ball travelled at 2 miles per hour.
Raiden easily dodge the orbs of fire, performing fluid cartwheels across the room as the orbs hit the gathered Filth all around him, sending waves of searing heatwaves and boiling blood across the room.
The Filth in disarray, Raiden dashed across the room, right towards the two Strays who began to back away slowly.
"Get back here! Stop walking away from me!" He shouted, enraged by the Stray's audacity.
The Strays shared a glance and continued walking backwards, all while every 20 seconds hurling another orb of fire at Raiden.
"You literally killed your own guys just before.." Complained Raiden, sidestepping the orbs with lazy ease.
The Strays had stopped backing away by now, being cornered up against a wall. Raiden simply walked to them and pushed them over firmly, killing them upon impact with the floor.
He laughed to himself. Who'd have guessed the enemies of hell would be such small fries? A door nearby hissed, and slid open, releasing steam from within, beckoning for him to carry on.
So, he did.
There was a long, narrow corridor, dim white lights illuminating a small circle of space every few metres he progressed. An eery wind howled down the corridor and it buffeted against Raiden's face. When he emerged on the other side, he was in a vast open space. There was a glass platform which led across a pit - it seemed to be endless and bottomless. Crowding the platform were dozens of Filth, and at the other side hovered a giant floating stone face.
Raiden groaned, understanding that he would likely not get a real break for a very long time..
So he immediately jumped into the fray of enemies who were now rushing towards him.
The glass platform felt incredibly flimsy below his feet, and far below at the bottom of the pit were intimidating spinning spikes, like an industrial shredder machine rusted and covered in dried blood.
The Filth ran towards him clumsily, and the Malicious Face flew through the air, shooting flaming orbs right towards Raiden who jumped off from the glass shattering it instantly.
There was a collective scream as the Filth fell down into the pit below to be ground into dust.
Distracted by his slight win, Raiden did not notice the giant face was flying right at him.. it slammed right into Raiden, taking him along for a ride. It was pretty uncomfortable.
This thing's stone nose is jabbing right into my ribs...
And then he found himself crushed against the wall, in a painful crater.
"Damn..." he cursed, watching the stone face back away. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then the Malicious Face began launching dozens of orbs of fire directly towards Raiden. He looked unamused..
Raiden tried to peel himself away from the wall, watching the orbs fly closer and closer towards him. Just as the orbs hit the wall, he fell down the wall, feeling the heat blast upon his back launching him down towards the pit, through the smashed glass. Frantically grasping for safety, he slammed his hand into the wall, sparks flying and he slowly came to a stop. His hand was dug into the wall leaving behind a long rut in the wall. The Malicious Face began to descend towards him, making an angry vibration. (?)
When it came to his level, he hopped away from the wall grabbing on to the top of its head. As soon as he landed on top of its head, it tried to buck him off, however his fingertips had already gripped with the force of a vice into its stone skin.
It rose quickly into the air, Raiden plunged his sword repeatedly into its head, spilling copious amounts of blood into the air all around it.
The head quickly became covered with blood, so much that it had become entirely red. He had to plunge the sword deep down into the stone face in order to stay attached as it raced around the room at high speed. It began to fly towards the closed door, and crashed right through to the other side, sending shards of metal exploding in all directions. Raiden vaulted off of the Malicious Face, watching it barrel down the corridor obliterating the dozens of enemies who stood in its path. By the end of the ordeal, the entire hallway was painted red, and a light smoke rose slowly - filling the room with a sultry haze.
All of hell was ahead of him. He couldn't hang around for long... Raiden whipped the blood off of his blade and pressed on.
This is getting tiring... less dangerous than my wife though! he thought to himself.