Peter and Sung vs The Shadow

JP with Trustno1, Redsword, Lorem and Cindy

Alyssa was fighting valiantly against the creature. Despite her going in and out of reality, due to the assault on her mind, she was physically resisting its attempt to overpower her. Her father’s face began to rip at the seams as it strained to get its maw closer. Like a great white shark, its jaws were unhinging to gain more inches past its face to get closer to her smooth skin.

The rest of its body had finished forming, it was completely material at this point. Its deathly pale skin was eerie. It looked malnourished and desperate as it violently thrashed atop her. A prehensile tail was the last thing to slip out of the shadows, the end of the length sported a claw like talon. Time was running out for Alyssa. Even if she could keep its claws and mouth from getting to her, how would she stop this tail once it gained control over it?

Sartre fired with his glock 19 but missed two shots. He hit the shadow on the 5th shot.

Sung burst into the room through the door and he took quick account of things. He moved around everyone and a sword appeared in his hands using his Draw Sword-Draw Blood technique he knew he could not miss and move before the shade. The KI ran through him and his sword. As he cut the Shade in a diagonal cut being of the Punisher class he would not miss

Satre fired three more shots and struck the creature, missing one shot. He had four more shots, he tried to get his first ever glance at Alyssa's face. Two more shots would hit before he ran out of ammo, and had to find cover to reload. He reloaded trying to get a decent view through the front sight.

"Hey Green Emerald, your fellow dragon is down here!" he had to scream over the chaos.

The creature had been so distracted by its failing attempts to get at Alyssa, that it had not been aware of the two new arrivals. In order to maintain its form, it needed to feast on real live flesh. Since it hadn’t done so since biting Choi, it was racing against a clock. It had to get stronger or else it was more vulnerable than it was as a shadow form.

It flinched at an awkward angle as a sword slashed through its backside, followed quickly by several bullet wounds. The sword cut deep and the bullets blew large chunks out of the surrounding tissue. Black ichor sprayed out in large amounts; the toxic thoughts of those in the room. Everyone present could hear the negative emotions of those that it had been leeching off of since the beginning of the fight. The voices sounded resentful.

The creatures cringed and crippled in pain. It collapsed off of Alyssa and was doing its best to right itself. Its spiked tail flailed around randomly in the hopes of striking anything that neared it.