[RP] Advanced Portal

[Frenchfry]

Wesker vaguely heard Eric beginning a sentence. If he ever got to finish that sentence, Wesker didn't hear. Because the moment he'd stepped within fourteen feet of the large demon, he teleported, landing on its left shoulder.
"My, my. Aren't you a particularly LARGE sack of organs."
Bringing his arm down, he ripped the nearer of the two eyes out of its socket, tossing it aside and throwing his hand in again, tearing and pulling at anything he felt. The demon's shrieks of pain and violent flailing were magnificent. While Wesker didn't notice or care, however, the beast was far from dead.

[Bing]

Zero started poping shots with his battle rifle into the demon's head, being careful not to hit Wesker.

[Monzta]

I lock eyes with the huge demon, and start laughing hysterically.

- pkkhnrg.. You're ugly!

I pull out a small pistol, and I shoot at it's head. A flag saying "BANG" pops out, but the sound irritates the demon's ears. I jump up and shove a banana shaped bomb in it's mouth.

- Now doesn't that taste nice? I say with another great laugh.

Black smoke starts emerging from its mouth and eyes. Cool!

[Mr. Fox]

No problem!
I primed one of my grenades and chucked it at the stomach of the beast. It blew up right on target, but the demon was almost unaffected...
What is with these demons?!

[TrainerX]

Trystan slashed at the demon's stomach with his sword. It didn't even notice. Trystan began to climb the demon, so that he could try to slit it's throat.

[Frenchfry]

When there was nothing within his arm's reach left to gore, Wesker  tried unsuccessfully to punch a hole through the demon's skin. These larger ones seem to have generally more endurance. He'd need a weapon for this.
"There isn't enough blood today. How will I make more?"
Scanning the ground for a sharp weapon, he found a soldier with a restored Civil War saber on his hip. Teleporting off the demon, he grabbed the Savior by his shoulders, pulling him downwards and snapping his body in half. Grabbing the saber, he returned to the beast's shoulder, burying the blade into the demon's shoulder time and time again, until the blood was coming out like a waterfall.
"Yes... give me blood. Give me control."

[Bing]

This thing just doesn't want to go down does it?

Zero pulled out his D eagles then ran under the beast and began firing up into it's belly.  After firing a few clips into the demon, Zero ran out and began shooting it's head again with his battle rifle.

[TrainerX]

Trystan got to the top, and swung his sword at it's throat. He just made a little cut. But if he kept hitting it, eventually it would go deep enough.

[Monzta]

The demon gets startled at all the people attacking him, then gets angry and violently swings his monstrous arms around. He hits me with a huge backhand and I get flung back a couple of meters.

- You.. you scratched my paint off! woman!

I whip out my grenade launcher, and set them to rainbow colour. I shoot with one hand, and the demon gets colourful bursts all over its skin. It doesn't notice they're poisonous and will creep into it's veins. Welts start rising on my face. Fvck, dammit. I walk back a few paces and rub my injured area, and I watch Trystan slit it's throat a little.

- Guise! Watch it!

[TrainerX]

The Demon noticed that Trystan was cutting it's throat. It threw Trystan, who went about 40 yards before hitting the ground. He coughed up some blood, and didn't move for a while. He positioned himself so that he could see the others. He was in too much pain to move, so he just laid there.

[Monzta]

I spot Trystan flying much farther than I did, and he lay there, in pain. Greedy people. They all need to notice things more. I reload my grenade launcher. I walk up to Trystan, fake-limping, to show that i've been hurt too.

- What, you just gonna lay there?

[TrainerX]

Trystan laid on the ground. He was having a hard time breathing. Once he could breathe again, he got up. He had a little trouble getting up, but he was able to stand.
Aren't you going to answer him?
I don't have to. He asked if I was just going to lay there, and I got up.
Why didn't you say something?
Just shut up! Shut the f*ck up!
Trystan started slowly walking back towards the demon, ignoring everything that was happening around him.

[Monzta]

(Atznom isn't a particularly nice person :/)

I continue towards the demon, running. Die already, dammit! I teleport to his feet, and bang on his knees really hard with a sledge-hammer disguised as an inflatable one. It kicks me in the gut, and falls, breathing heavily. (Let's get at least two more peopl other than me to finish this off.)

[TrainerX]

Trystan teleported near the demon. Aztnom hit it in the knees with a sledge hammer. Trystan ran up to it's throat, and stabbed it multiple times. It was slowly dying.
((Someone else can finish it off.))

[Frenchfry]

The demon shook violently, throwing Wesker off its shoulder.  His wall was broken by the corpse of the Savior he'd killed earlier.
"I've had quite enough of this. Bleed, demon. Bleed for me!"
Looking back at the corpse, he saw a hand grenade dangling from his belt. It wasn't just any Fragmentation Grenade, however. This was an RPG-43. Soviet anti-tank grenade. Primitive, perhaps, but devastating to thick metal plating, much stronger than flesh. Took the grenade, pulling the trigger with and hurling it at the demon's chest. It embedded itself in the beast's throat, before exploding, ripping the beast's chest to shreds.

Blood and bits of flesh and bone came rushing outwards. Wesker raised his hands, welcoming the gore as it soaked everything around him.