<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Roguey had a breaky x_X</td></tr></table> <span style='color:gray'>She tensed as she noticed what Revol was doing. She pinned her ears and narrowed her gaze. She couldn't believe waht was happening. Was everything going to fall just like that? No, not now. There is chances and ways. There has to be. She grit her fangs and tried to restrain herself as her hatre grew inside of her. She did not notice Revol was gone until she saw the soldiers or whatever Revol wish to call them. "Does he think he can just make it all end like this? Does he think he can win just like that?" Rogue mainly talked to herself, more then to anyone. She looked to Dom silently, before turning her gaze to Leto and then to the S.O.B leader and but then turned her gaze back to Leto. He was still here, usually he would be gone. But why was he still here. He should be gone, killed, whatever it took. She growled lowly.</span> <span style='color:red'>He felt the hatre of the shadow being grow. He shook his head as he watched her silently. He tilted his head as he looked at all the others, before turning his gaze to Medhsnuja. He grinned deviously as he watched him silently. He rose and shaded away, before coming a few paces away from the leader of the group he resumed in. "Interesting to see you here." He said as he turned his gaze to Revol. You think you've won Revol? Interesting how you let such a thought foil with your mind. It will get you kill. He smirked and shook his head as he looked back to Medhsnuja. "He will only get himself killed. But killing is what I do best." He slunked to his haunches and waited for a reply.</span>
Medhsnuja made himself fully visable to those below, his white pearly fangs glittering against his black fur. The sword glittered also in the dim light of the night, obviously recently sharpened. He laughed as the telepathic message concluded in his darkened mind. It was a cruel, harsh and plain horrid laugh to listen to. A snarl appeared clearly on his face as he looked towards Revol. Oh really Revol? Whoever said that I was going to die? And anyway, I'm not on my own... He muttered some old Ramathian words that no one would have been able to hear and suddenly on the ground there were about a hundred deamons, of all shapes and sizes. Some were like snakes with spikes, some were like huge bears and spiders. Each one capable of being killed, and yet each one more likely to kill.. Did you forget about that Revol? Stupid nioti.... Oh yes, but out of the two of us, it is you who is ancient old man
Revol chuckled, and then raised his hands, mock begging Medhsnuja for mercy. He sat on the edge of the roof, fiddling with his own broadsword's hilt at his waist, desperately wanting to end it there, but knowing he had to wait. <span style='color:gray'>I wouldn't talk, I'm barely past 50, and even if you factor in all the time manipulation and constant warping that only leaves me at around 700. What are you? 2000? Heh heh... Take your machine with you and flee you stupid old mortal!</span> He gave a quick hand signal, and the circle erupted in crossfire, cutting down friend and foe alike. The chaos only made Revol laugh, because every time one of his soldiers fell from friendly fire, they found themselves standing back up again, the wounds somehow fading away into the skin. Even the Combat Walkers somehow repaired themselves magically from friendly fire. With another hand signal from Revol, the core team of "The Lost" had soon raised their weapons, firing heavy slugs, 9 mm bullets, gatling fire, and blasts of chaos energy Medhsnuja's way. Of course none of the shots were going to hit, as they were only meant to spook him into fleeing or taking cover... X-7 stirred, his computer finally having fought off the backlash from the virus. All he knew before the circle erupted in a mass of gunfire and daemons was that Medhsnuja was here, and he was soon to be branded a traitor by the S.O.B. as well. It seemed as if his plans for payback at the military would have to be done on his own. If he survived this ordeal... He was soon up and running, tackling through the edge of the soldiers with ease, until he reached the edge of the entire scene and started up his jetpack, taking off into the night... Maybe his boss hadn't seen him... Dom growled, totally rejecting his death sentence. He would go out fighting if need be! He painfully got to his feet, and soon his guns were firing in rhythm, piercing through daemon and soldier alike. He even took out a walker with an explosive round. Needless to say however, he was losing energy fast, and at this rate, he'd run out of steam long before he could get them all... Several soldiers had quickly snatched the Teslos and heaved them into the back of a cargo plane with an escort of two walkers and a full team of shock troopers and heavy weapons soldiers. The plane quickly fired up it's engines and flew off, towards a secret base in the Gyakusatsu Forest treetops that Revol had been secretly constructing, unknown to anyone but himself, for some time...
DragMES was going to get on the cargo plane but missed it. So...what else to do but feed. He soon atacked enemies ripping at flesh getting quick meals from each. He ran for cover as his coverted rifle fired contant rounds. He was getting rather tired. But the meal nourished him breifly. He can last a little bit longer most likley.
He laughed loudly, his laugh not even swallowed up by the ear-piercing cries of the deamons below. He wasn't even bothered by the bullets and the like heading his way. The odd one that did come close he just reflected it away with his sword. Turning his crimson cold eyes back to Revol he snickered. Well then, if you are only 700, you are a stupid little immature nioti... He muttered something again and a huge snake-like creature appeared with just a large skull for its head. Spikes jutted out from everywhere that when used, poison venom would inject into the unlucky and well, what other than a slow painful death? The deamon screamed, the nearby buildings quaking like in an earth quake. Now listen. I'm not going anywhere and neither is she down there. Neither of us are capable of death. So, tell me why you have such a problem with me and the S.O.B. Let's avoid mass murder for the moment of those down below eh? Medhsnuja hadn't even noticed that X-7 had gone to be honest. And at the minute, he believed he was being reasonable. Especially as there could be a possibilty to trade....
The Teslos waited patiently in the place they had been taken by the shock troopers. Sabato sat, looking at the ground. Auraron silently stared at the wall ahead of him. Timaro glanced about for a while before shaking her head and putting her head in her paws. Kama gave Jahhar's body a long look and took note that something had sealed Jahhar's wounds. He wasn't sure what had done so however... Sabato got up from the couch he was on. He couldn't sleep if he wanted to. He was wasting time, he needed to do something. He rinsed off his face and dried it while thinking of anything he could do. He walked up to the computer and signed in. The computer spoke, "welcome Sabata Te-" "Look," said Sabata interuppting the computer, "As long as I'm still alive I need to try to destroy 'The Lost'." He spoke more to himself than the computer. "The possibility of you alone destroying 'The Lost' is virtually unreal." "Of course, that is why I need to find new allies..." Sabata recalled what Revol had earlier said, "X-7, Temrin, the gunslinger, and S.O.B. are options..." "Even with allies, the weakness of 'The Lost' is unidentified." "True... what other choice do I have?..." "Ignoring the situation." "I won't let this go!" shouted Sabata a the machine, "the others died fighting for a cause! If I have to, I'LL DIE TOO!" Sabata stormed out of the room without signing off. He went to the armory. Most of the weapons had been taken for the mission. "Looks like I'll have to use the crappy weapons..." murmered Sabata, still a little frusterated, grabbing the untouched sonic grenades and a few leftover shurikens that hadn't been grabbed. Sabata, of course, still had his tactical rifle. The sonic grenades themselves were designed to explode so rapidly that they broke the sound barrier, sending a tremor everywhere. Maybe Sabata could knock "The Lost" off their feet... He moved to the teleportation pad and programmed it to take him back to the alley where he went unconcious from the tranqulizer dart. Once he appeared there, he heard the fight going on not to far away. He climbed onto the roof of a building and saw "The Lost" fighting odd creatures. Sabata creeped closer to the battle until he was 50 meters away. He kept a close eye on it. Back at the Teslo's hideout in Bhim, the computer automatically logged Sabata out after a few minutes and then automatically updated itself. It made an assumption after learning that Sabata had gone to the fight scene where "The Lost" was. "All Teslos, assumed to be dead. Primary function: serving the Teslos. The Teslos are assumed to be dead. Primary function, deleted..."
Shadow walked through the chaos. <span style='color:purple'>Blood.</span> his head filled with hunger, he had to find the leader for this operation and he had to find the one called revol. he looked around him his eyes glowing with magick within himself, a demon crawled passed him stopping to look at him, he growled, a black mist emitting from his tattoo, the creature shrieked and scuttled away. <span style='color:purple'>the leader is close</span> he thought to himself <span style='color:purple'>Primary objective near completion</span> shadow looked up spotting a dragon on a roof top nearby <span style='color:red'> who are you? </span> he transmitted to the dragon by telepathy quickly setting up a barrier through his magick
DragMES looked up firing at a deamon that was flying overhead. Shooting it down. Then suddenly the digital crosshairs on his scope locked onto something, zoomed it. A Teslo. One that was logged into the database atleast. Did they forget one? He grolwed and moved to the wall of a nearby bulding. He latched on with the steal claws and climbed up. Once upon the roof he hopped a few more and landed a few yards away from the Teslo. "Put your weapons down." the rifle fixed on him and the laser hummed.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Damn! This rp gives me plenty of ideas for new action, and plans for foreshadowing of future plots! You guys are all incredibly writers! Keep it up!!! :D</td></tr></table> Revol let out a roar of laughter, both at Medhsnuja's beast, and at the several new pendragons that had come to play his twisted game. He glanced up to Medhsnuja, a glint in his eye. "Well then it looks like you're the old man here!" He didn't reply to the S.O.B. leader's questions, but simply motioned to a building nearby. It soon found itself rearranged into a massive golem of stone and steel, resembling a human of long ago, brandishing a pair of razor sharp swords. "Anything you can do I can do better old man!" Revol shouted upwards once more, as the golem stepped forwards, crushing daemon and soldier alike. the chaotic scene turned even more chaotic, as soldiers scrambled out of the way of the gargantuan stone feet, else be crushed. The golem brought a sword down on Medhsnuja's recent creation, breaking through it's bony head and not killing it, but certainly succeeding in pinning it to the street. It's eyes then sparked into a red light, a little bit of chaos magic from Khuyt giving the rock and steel even more power. It remained where it pinned the snake, but now fired beams of red chaos energy from it's eyes into the mass of daemons and soldiers below. Obviously Revol had decided he wouldn't spare his soldiers after all, since they were only mortal... Revol completely ignored Shadow, seeing him as just another insolent mortal. He broke out in a crazed grin at Medhsnuja, before making another motion with his hands and the 2 Combat walkers that remained functioning were crushed together into a ball of molecules, the pilots skin and bone dissolving into the mixture amid pitiful screams for help and mercy. The two walker then formed into a metal snake of Revol's own, copying the daemon exactly, except for the fact that it's head resembled that of a dragon, it was metal, and Revol had managed to squeeze in alot more spikes this time around. It began slithering through the fray, devouring anything that got in it's way, the grinder opening in it's back splattering it's tail and the pavement with minced up remains. Revol kept grinning crazily through all of this, his charcoal black eyes fixed directly on Medhsnuja. "Whats wrong with complete and utter OBLIVION!?" Dom was losing strength, and fast, he stumbled into an alleyway, fortunately for him that being the same one Sabata was hiding in. He leaned against a wall for a minute, his old frame heaving with each breath he took. It was then he realised Sabata was hiding there, and he backed up, surprised. Then he saw movement closer behind him, a hint of shadow, and he spun to face it, both his guns having an explosive round in the chambers and both blue laser sights pointed directly at DragMES' head... X-7 had flown several miles now, believing he had successfully escaped. He landed in an empty street close to the tavern where the S.O.B. meeting had orginally taken place. His number one priority was thinking of an excuse for being at that battleground. He knew he was in deep trouble, time to turn to an options list... <span style='color:green'>1. Attempt to eradicate both "The Lost" and the S.O.B. 2. Eradicate "The Lost" and join the S.O.B. 3. Eradicate the S.O.B. and join "The Lost" 4. Escape from both parties 5. Join the military once more and covertly bring it down. 6. Tell Medhsnuja the truth and hope he accepts you once more. 7. Beg forgiveness from Revol. (He knows of your betrayal.) 8. Commit Suicide. Other options unavailable on current fuel supply and weapons ammunition. Confirm Options.</span> <span style='color:blue'>Select option 6. Keep shutdown procedure active for option 8. Fall back on option 4. If option 6 fails. Confirm.</span> <span style='color:green'>Objectives Confirmed, returning to normal vision spectrum.</span> The green text in his robotic right eye faded, and he regained his video imaging. With a grunt he smashed open the door of the nearest closed inn and after dispatching the bartender, who was cleaning up, put the door back up, welded the hinges closed, and sat down in a chair. He willed his armor to release, and with a hiss, the air pressure decreased to zero and his jet pack, chest, bicep, neck, groin, and gut armor fell to the floor with a clatter. He was left with only his mechanical legs, forearms, and head machinery visible, save the few small pieces of machinery that jutted from his skin, his spine plating and some sensors and such. He dragged his armor to the back room, and after finding a spare room after quickly killing the remaining sleeping guests, his organic side fell asleep on the bed, his systems starting the repair function... The Cargo plane soon reached the treetop base, and after settling gently on a small steel landing pad, (The entire base rested on fake metal trees that perfectly mimicked normal trees on the trunks below,) The Teslos were escorted into the small outpost, and thrust into seperate holding cells, each in a different part of the base. Jahhar however, was taken to a labratory, where "Lost" scientists, doctors, and surgeons began to record his systems and abilities, along with attaching several failsafe programs and organic viruses that would be released in case his new programming ever faltered, which it probably wouldn't as the virus had done a good job of cleaning out all his memories of "The Lost" and his battles with or against them. His new memories, far better than the fake ones placed in him by Revol long ago, would list him and his entire family as allies of the organization, and not long after the scientists finished with Jahhar, they would implant mind probes into the rest of the Teslos, making them think they were faithful allies of the team. It was the start of a beautiful friendship, even if it was forced... Soon Revol would finish with the S.O.B. and join them there, before returning to the base back at Nyonge, where Cassie had several surprises in store for them all...
<span style='color:gray'>She realized Jahhar and the other teslos were on board. She grit her fangs and quickly leaped up and bolted away from the scence. She jerked her head as she saw Dom stumble into an alleyway. She tensed and ran over to the alleyway and jolted to a stop as she saw the being blocking her way towards Dom. She narrowed her gaze and pinned her ears. She bared her fangs and growled lowly, her shadows flaring up around her. She grew tired of these games and didn't care anymore. She had one goal and nothing was to stand in her way.</span> <span style='color:red'>He tilted his head as he watched the actions going on. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He looked to the Medhsnuja and then to Revol, growling lowly. Idiot.. He said to himself and looked back to Medhsnuja. He smirked and half-glanced around him. He leaped to a rooftop as if patrolling it and then grinned deviously at Revol.</span>
OOC: Sweet, I have a few plans concerning the Teslo's computer... BIC: The sight of one of "The Lost's" members enraged Sabata even more so than he already was. Sabata, assumed the dragon who spoke to him could read his thoughts, so he though, [I'm here to destroy "The Lost", get in my way and become struck down.] When DragMES appeared, Sabata became agrier still. "MOVE!" he shouted at DragMES. He grabbed DragMES' head before waiting and threw him down to the side. He ran to the edge of the building and started throwing the shurikens at Revol and anyone else in "The Lost". He snarled and started pulling the pins from the grenades on his belt and throwing them high into the air so they would fall directly down on "The Lost". He pulled out the tactical sniper and started firing at Revol and the others. "DAMN YOU REVOL, DAMN YOU AND 'THE LOST'! DAMN YOU TO FRONIMA!" Sabata loaded another click in his gun. Auraron sat silently in his cell. He wouldn't waste energy, there was nothing that could be done. Kama paced in his cell. He wasn't sure what was to become of him or the others. "All who live by the sword, die by the sword..." murmered Kama. Timaro leaned up against a corner in her cell. She rethought her life, she assumed her last hours to live were near. Sabato glanced around, he wasn't used to being locked up. Kama spoke to himself, realizing that if Sabata came, he would be too late. "Its been an honor to fight alongside my family... It is an honor to die fighting for the same cause... My wishes to you Sabata..." He sat down and was silent afterwards. The end would come very soon.
DragMES fells to the floor with a thud. God he was tired. He looked at Dom Silently. His rifle fixed on him as he layed there, sweet dripping from his body. He made a mental note that he needed a new internal cooling fan to adher to his CPU....thats if he survived the night. Only if he didnt miss that dang plane.
<span style='color:red'>Vampire...</span> he hissed into sabatas head <span style='color:red'>you are like me and seek my objective, join me, i ask for your help </span>shadow coaxed into the 'dragons head<span style='color:red'> i can help you, your anger will get you killed quickly and without avail.</span> Shadow then shrieked, morphing into his true vampiric form. his once feathery wings became to a ragged mess and his features became gruseome, twisted... <span style='color:red'>see...i am like you</span> <span style='color:red'>i can understand if you let me</span> shadow inched closer to the dragon <span style='color:red'>stop shooting, it will have little effect on his power, he will control you if you continue</span> shadow was barely a meter away from the 'dragon now, his form heaving with his bloodlust, yet he kept control <span style='color:purple'>join me...</span>
Medhsnuja laughed deeply and harshly at Revol again. So what if he was older? Least he could still touch, feel and eat normally. He muttered more words and a bolt of dark magic shot down below to the injured snake deamon and was instantly healed before the magic bounced around, resurrecting the deamons that had previously been killed. You want to bet? He produced a sphere of dark sorcery and shot it down below, hitting several of The Lost soldiers and instantly turning them into zombies, the weaker ones blowing up and scattering their insides far and wide. He was getting a slight headache from all this sorcery, but he'd deal with that later. The snake deamon down below hissed and revealed blood-dripping fangs to all below and above. She then suddenly striked and caught about ten soldiers in her mouth and swallowed them whole, before screaming again. Medhsnuja turned his crimson eyes to Revol again. Utter oblivion? Well only one slight problem with that. Nothing can exist. Everything becomes nothing and nothing is simply... nothing. You can't control what doesn't exist. He noticed out of the corner of his eyes that there were obviously other's here who were against The Lost and he kept this in mind. He could resurrect them and use them to his advantage... Well when they had the destroying of The Lost in mind anyhow.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> this is going to be quite short... i'm sorry to say... </td></tr></table> BIC - Temrin wasn't sure what to think of the fire that sprouted around everyone. She found her chance and disapeared from sight. She was gladd that everyone was to distracted to notice her, or if they did, they didn't take action. She apeared a ways from the battle sight. She was in the ally she had been in when she awoke and found herself in the makeshift cage... She sighed with slight nervouseness but with great relief... She leaned against a plank that had covered her front in the "cage" and slid down. She chuckled as she heard shots and random things being thrown, shot, and such coming from the area she just was. <span style='color:black'>~ I guess i made it out just in time... Lucky fluke...</span> she heard a chuckled in the back of her mind. She ignored the demons rambles about her as she needed to find a way to escape from the area...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Uhuh Uhuh, I knew letting my insanity out was a bad thing o.O I'll edit me post. :D No worries.</td></tr></table> Revol suddenly leaped up into the air, until he came face to face with Medhsnuja. He snorted, and a blast of rancid stale air from unused lungs blew into Medhsnuja's face. Revol hovered for a moment, his heavy armored suit hanging in midair, suspended by some unseen force. "Mortal, you really have no clue who I am do you? You have no clue to the power at my disposal... Do you?" He held his hand up in the gap between his and Medhsnuja's face, and the powered glove crackled with an unseen energy, that could not be seen, but surely be felt. It might be invisible to a mortal, but Revol watched the small sparks of strange reddish gray energy dance along his armor. Pity no one else could see the power that the rhythm made as it continuously danced to it's own rhythm. Revol suddenly drew his hand back in a split second and brought it towards Medhsnuja's face, stalling it only inches from connecting with the demon leaders snout. His game was back on, Revol twisted game of hide and seek, cat and mouse, cops and robbers, and every other childs game ever created rolled into the drama Revol enjoyed playing with the mortals of this world. "Because if you did, you wouldn't be alive right now would you?" He cast off backwards from thin air, and proceeded to backflip out of control until he came to an abrupt stop. He continued grinning crazily, as if it was all just a game, making all those around him seem uneasy. He whipped around, and a raging tempest of air currents caught the sonic grenades and ammo that Sabata had thrown his teams way and threw them backwards, making them land softly on the ground at Sabata's feet. "Because even nothing can have it's own beat!" He frontflipped a few times, coming to hover above Medhsnuja, grinning crazily down at him like a insane child. The song had changed yet again, from a solo violin act to the tunes of a childs twisted lullaby from Earth, random sounds and instruments thrown in to change it into a horrible piece of music that would keep any child up for hours, afraid of the dark, even in the light. Revol swayed and flipped to this twisted lullaby, acting psychotic, but who could know if he really was? "Medhsnuja, I will devour your soul, and those of your followers, one by one, because everyone knows, the dark ones always taste the best!" He jabbed a finger towards the chaos below, and suddenly all the remaining (NPC,) soldiers fell to the ground spasming, clutching their Heads and Hearts. Their skin suddenly formed into a giant mass of atoms, which slowly took the shape, darkening and hardening into the armor plating of a massive scorpion, with 8 glowing red eyes, and gargantuan claws that clacked together, awaiting the permission of it's creator to begin wreaking havoc on "The Lost"'s enemies. The golem and the metal daemon however, crumbled into dust, aging at an incredible rate, the stone crumbling and wearing down, and the metal rusting away to nothing. Soon all that was left to suggest Revol had ever summoned an army of his best men was the random clothes, armor, and fallen weapons strewn across the dirty street... Dom ran for his life as soon as the torrent of wind caught the ammo and grenades in midair. He had just skidded around yet another corner, what seemed to have been the millionth, and taken shelter near a small pile of rubbish, unknowingly the one Temrin was currently hiding out in. He panted heavily, wanting to simply give up, but that was when he heard the slight breathing of another close by. He grabbed his guns and ripped the plank away, before training his laser sights on Temrin's brow... Revol continued his series of flips dives and twirls, before ascending behind Medhsnuja and opening his arms wide, and spinning around the S.O.B. leader once or twice with his arms still spread out, attempting to get into his mind but being shunted out at every attempt. "Oooooh I like you, you're a clever one, and if it wasn't for all those little locks of yours I bet you'd make a good host as well... Ah well, it would never have worked, me having to kill you, steal the bodies and minds of your members, and then robbing your little gang blind! I'm amazed you had no clue about X-7's double sided alliance between our two groups!" Revol was clearly insane by now, or at least pretending to be. Nothing he did made sense, from his constant defying of gravity, to his random spurts of speech. Maybe the ancient spirit really had lost his mind... Or maybe he was starting a brand new game for his own gain or amusement, only time would tell... The scientists had finished. Jahhar was now a completely functioning ally of "The Lost" and hopefully he would realise that fact rather than trying to stab "The Lost" in the back yet again. Revol had made alot of enemies and he needed allies to balance that number out... Soon Jahhar was free, standing outside Aurarons cell, the first to recieve the talk about the new alliance. They would move on to each new cell, explaining the situation they were in and their new alliance, and if the Teslo agreed, they would be freed. If they said no... They were in for several rounds of shock torture... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Alright, I edited the thingy with Med and the Teslos, erk, never go crazy late at night, it results in other rpers being unhappy and bags under your eyes in the mornin. :blink: :D </td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Thankies :) Sometimes we can get a little carried away in the midst of evil rpging ;) You know, if in any doubt pm the other charrie's owner and just check things over. Once agreed, then it's not powerplaying :)</td></tr></table> The stench of the stale air emitted from Revol's lungs as he purposely blew into Medhsnuja's face was purely digusting. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and it made him sneeze. Having recovered from that vile experiance, he glared at Revol as he spoke, calling him a "mortal." He scoffed and was about to reply when he felt the magic energy from Revol's gloved hand. It was a strange force. Medhsnuja couldn't identify it. As Revol moved as if to strike him, Medhsnuja only blinked once. Didn't even flinch. He watched Revol's seemingly mad child-like behaviour. He's truely insane he thought as he watched him spin madly above him. And as if I'd ever let you near my soul. My deamons would certainly have something to say about that.. He thought again, silently and privately. He then hovered perfectly still as Revol tried to sneak into his mind. Ha! I'm not letting you in me. No way mister! He smirked as Revol commented about not being able to get in. Until he mentioned X-7. X-7 had been part of The Lost too? Now, to be quite honest, he had a feeling something was up from the meeting in the tavern. His behaviour towards Medhsnuja was completely unorthodox. He'd have to deal with him later. Let me get a few things straight with you Revol. I would never let you close to my soul or mind, neither those of my followers. And thank you for confirming my suspicions about X-7... He paused, muttering another set of words and the snake deamon below became more aggressive and metal-plated. Little flying deamons that resembled Earth fairy-story creatures called sprites flew around everywhere, causing utter mayhem and setting thigns on fire. Oh and one more thing. There are serious advantages to being a sorcerer able to control deamons. If at any moment there is a possibilty I could die for example, I can advert it... I'm never going to die. Not even naturally. And plus, these deamons under my control would cause utter mayhem on Ramath, to the extent that there'd be no pendragons, no Ramath-lehi. He paused, a sly grin on his face Plus, you wouldn't have any fun now would you if I was dead? I bet you'd get so bored you'd be begging my spirit to return to life if I died. Not that that's going to happen....
Temrin had heard the other body that had made its way to where she was. She didn't feel like moving. She knew that once this battle was over and if she escaped Bhim alive she would probably be on the run from "The Lost"... She heard the plank move and then the click of the gun that apeared at her face within seconds. Her ice cold gaze set apon the eyees of the one who sshe had known to be Dom. His daughter was called Rogue... They were to be executed by "The Lost" sooner or later... <span style='color:black'>You're pretty fast...</span> She said. Her voice making no sarcasm or any welcoming tone. She certainly wasn't feeling all that welcome for she had the gun ready to blast out her brain and splatter them on the ground... Her stare kept at his eyes until she said, <span style='color:black'>You can lower your gun you know...</span> She hadn't raised her weapons... and if he decided to shoot she would get away anyways, it was still night and darkness covered everything... She could take of just as he was too shoot and she wouldn't even get fazed by it...
DragMES quickly got up and dodged. His Fan kicked back in and cooled his CPU. He looked around. Noticing the snake beast....then Medjusa. High above the plane still flew.....he sent a request for walkers and they did come along with a few Shock Troopers. They landed in a large alley nearby and and he jumped down there. "Its obvious there is allot going in the streets..but you guys left Temrin behind. She wasd to be captured too. We are going to look for her...lets move" he began to walk thru the alley..he would run but his CPU is just begining to cool off. He turned a corner and there they were. He fixed his laser on Dom and the rifle on Temrin. "both of you..down on the ground" The walkers came into site from the large alley. They cant fit into the alley te,rin and Dom are but they can rake it from their alley. The shock troopers came to the entrance to the alley with their rifles pointed. "Get down now!"
Temrin cursed at their position. She now had two guns pointed at her head... She hated herself but she grabbed Dom's arm and both of them evaporated from the spot. It took all the rest of her energy just to transport her and Dom to the edge of Bhim. There was no one around luckily. She fell to the ground, sweat dripping from her mussle. She took a deap breath and hoping that no guns would get pointed her way for now. Until she could regain some energy.
