RPG

The cannibalistic murderer approached the Bioboosted Armor with a twisted, famished facial expression. Blood oozed from upon his cold mouth; his blue shirt was stained by the red moistness of his victims. I understand why he brought me here. The altar explains everything. I'm in a human bowl, and I'm next in line. A solemn breeze rested over the Guyver's broad shoulders, making  an upsetting weight pressure  bring the young man's natural  panorama of life to a new low. He dropped to his knees. The thunderous drop of legs quaked the soil on the ground. Nothing, but the remains of Nerx's innocent abductees lay scattered across the hellish sanctum. This was no holy place of devotion to purity and love taught by a higher  presence. There is another powerful presence that slumbers in the unholy establishment. Its dark energy drives stabs up the spinal cord, like a knife when it butchers a helpless sow. The Guyver's head hung directly hellward with acute stillness, not even showing his awareness towards the malignant oni. "And I know who you are, yep...shut up Peter Pan I only ate a friggen tinker bell because I was bored, what?! are you still pissed because I ate children." Fukamachi's brow seeped a spritz of sweat behind his mask. Outside the shell, is a monstrous weapon of terrible power; inside, lies the incognito heart, always faintly beating for remedy. That monster! He killed innocent people like they were nothing more than cattle to his own indulgence. "I...I.can-,"  his voice quivered as he tried to speak. Words merely broke, as he tried to pick up what he wanted said.  I can't stop him. I don't feel like I can do this. "I am afraid I can't let you leave without my mark sir." Is this how it ends for me? Trapped in this hellhole?! My escape is blocked by this  murdered, who reminds of the unsafest shadows lurking around us. We fear what we think is impossible. It is not the men like him we fear, but what we are capable of.  I'm afraid of what I don't know what I can do. Innocent people died today. What if I can stop him, before he attacks again? 
 
Guyver punched a fist in the earth, and scuffled a handful of dirt, then allowed the soil brush off his palm. The Guyver's eyes glowed a crimson red, similar to the shine of Nerx's optics. So, this is where I stand. An encounter with evil reincarnated in the flesh: Lucifer.   Sho rose to his feet, meeting with the eyes of the murdered dead on. White smoke hissed out from his mask's respirators. "You're afraid I can't leave this place? Well, Nerx, I'm about to make your life a whole lot easier. I'm not planning on leaving you just yet. So, come and eat me."
 
The Guyver's laser located on his scalp began to generate a vibrating luminosity. The burning heat singed the air around the Bioboosted Armor. A green orb trilled before the very laser. The projection was blasted through midair, rapidly heading in the direction of Nerx; however, as soon as the streak of energy made near contact with the cut-throat, it missed past him. The laser stretched past Nerx's shoulder, heading yonder to his back. The Guyver successfully marked the cross mounted upside down. The mosaic glass dissolved in an instant, with a crater formed on the wall of the altar. The fragments of the wood from the wall spontaneously combusted into flames in an instant. The ember was small, but was soon consume the entire room in an inferno prism.  The fire brewed by the pubescent Fukamachi crackled as it commenced charring the gothic benches; it caught the crimson carpet  placed underneath the benches on fire after the legs were exposed to flames. The ceilings creaked and dropped chunks of wood. Ashes of wood plunged over the mobilizing Guyver. The black dust dissolved to tiny powder at contact with the blue armor. "You killed innocent lives! These people weren't suppose to be here, bastard!" The Bioboosted Armor dashed past falling debris and clusters of fiery obstacles, thrusting to the air at Nerx. The blades on his elbows lit up, and hummed at a high frequency, setting his left arm under his shoulder for an assault. "Your move!"