[Real RP!] - Have Party, Will Travel

Suddenly there was chaos. A man leaped from wall to wall like some kind of arachnid, before landing and exchanging words briefly with the terrified band member. It looked like that guitar or whatever it was belonged to him.

In fact...now that she looked closely, he was a part fiend like herself. The markings on his face, the odd ears, all marked him as one like herself. Well then, she would have to go meet him. After all, courtesy to one of your own kind was normal, wasn't it.

Ignoring the incredulous gazes of those around her, she stood up and skipped towards the other man, just as a crossbow was let fly, striking the man's plated armor and bouncing off effortlessly.

And now they were embroiled in a battle of swords. My they work quickly, mused Clair. "Hey!" she exclaimed, waving to the half fiend as though he was a long lost friend. The gazes of some were turning to her now, not that she noticed.
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"My honor at travelling with you is beyond what I can express with my face," Flick muttered dryly. "Now get on your horse...bear...mount thing and move it. I haven't got all day." Getting on Lara, he made his way forward.

He then stopped for a second, pulling Lara's reigns so that she halted.

"Which way is out again anyway?"
 
Tali grinned as Aqui had agreed with her on how nice it was to travel with her. However, she was less than enthusiastic about the younger Elf’s sarcastic remarks about it. To top it all off, he didn’t even know the way out of the city. “It appears that I will have to do all of the work…” Tali said, rather annoyed. Already on her mount, she hurried him on the way to the west gate. “Follow me then. The last thing I want is to have to wait on you. What is your name, by the way? I feel as if I should just call you Elf.”
 
Threepwood Inn: Stables
Altair Aquilae
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The male elf did not know the way out of the city, and neither did Aqui. Thankfully, it appeared that Tali knew, and it was good enough that Aqui followed the former. Hopping on her mount, she stroked it's mane lightly, before nudging it with her leg to follow the bear.

“Follow me then. The last thing I want is to have to wait on you. What is your name, by the way? I feel as if I should just call you Elf.”

"Oh hi, Elf. That's an interesting name!"

She said it and meant it, smiling broadly at the male elf.
 
Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Castle - Morris Courtyard

"Tell you what though...if you keep it quiet. I'll squeeze you in for a 15-minute audience, right after the Duke gives his inaugural speech for the conference. That'll be in half an hour, will that do? It's the best I can get you, it should be good enough to get an ear in with the Duke."

Pom's eyes lit up with joy as the woman managed to find her a slot with the king. This day had sucked but things were finally going right.

"Thank you Ma'am, thank you, thank you!" she said closing her eyes with joy and clapping her hands together rather animatedly. "I'll hurry back in half an hour!!" She cheered as she turned around and left the counter, she would have to tell Duke the news. She then chuckled, realising her Dire-wolf was called Duke...

She left the castle nodding to the two scary nights and she marched up to her little buddy.

"Duke, it was tough but I did it! I got a slot with the.... Duke!"

The large wolf looked rather confused but wagged his tail as Pom reached out to pet him.

Then something caught Dukes attention and quick-smart he shot out of Pom's view, back in the direction of the courtyard.

"D-Duke wait!!!" she screamed after her dog, running after him as fast as her little legs could take her. "Whyyy you stupid mutt!! The day was just starting to get good!" She said, huffing along, feeling the weight of her backpack and weapons as she grew tired.

Duke continued to run until he came to the source of the noise that was making him go crazy, it was the strumming of a guitar. The wolf barked leaping onto the man holding it, his tail wagging.

Finally Pom caught up and noticed her wolf being a pest. "Duke leave him alone!!!" She called running up to him. "I'm sorry sir." She said pulling the wolf back before looking up at the man... he was quite handsome....

"uhm...well...." the stuttering had started again and her face had gone red. "w-well... l-lets go Duke!" she said quickly turning around so the man couldn't see her stupid expression.

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Charles
Morris Hire Desk

"Ooh, got us a por--erm, an orc fella, have we? Big lad I see, that'll do. Right, report to the main court now, to Sergeant Boffins and--Blimey timbers, what's that racket!?"

Charles groaned as the man's words were cut short, he was just about to get a new job as a guard, something he was really looking forward to and now some stupid commotion was going on outside. Although, he could use this as a way to kick off his career.

"I check, see what happening." He said in broken English, giving a toothy smile to the man behind the desk.

He then left the room, marching out to the courtyard to see what was going on, it was some stupid music man and his friend, were they tormenting that poor bard. Did that man just steal his guitar??

"What go on here?" He said, voice booming with authority. Little did Charles know that this guy was an escapee from the castle and the guy with him was his accomplice.


"You give back that now!!" He pointed to the bard on the floor who he thought was the true owner. He then noticed Pom, the 'little boy' he rescued and smiled, 'he' seemed safe, his job with 'him' was complete.
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Cerden Celebrindal
Location: Morris Castle - Duke's Audience Hall​

The Duke's audience hall was quite big. There were yards and yards of space in height, and the same in width. There were crystal sculptures going along the runway, and Chandeliers hanging high above the ground floor with blue lights gleaming from them. This was such a fancy hall, and why shouldn't it be. This is indeed where the Duke has his meetings, so why not be comfortable while doing so.

Walking very fast, and having a strong poise while doing so, Cerden approached the desk where the Duke, and from the looks of it, his advisers were all sitting. There seemed to be a tired expression on the man's face, and hell Cerden would have the same tired, bored expression across his face if he had to do meeting after meeting. But Cerden wanted to get this out of the way, and no time like the now.

"What brings you to my court today, traveler?"

The Duke said rather pleasantly. That sort of tone made Cerden think even less of the duke. don't insult the duke. don't insult the duke. don't insult the duke The repeated thoughts went through Cerden's head as he resisted the temptation to make fun of the Duke's more-than-deserved idiotic tone.

"Your...highness.."Cerden's voice trailed as he hated using formalities, "I was on my way out of Flushlocke, some salesman or something asked me do his dirty arrand for him. Some piece of shit gem...jewel that he said was to be delivered to the Duke himself. I honestly don't see what the big deal about it is. All it is, is a white gem with some weird bird-like marking on it. sure it's pretty, but that's all." Cerden said stressing his anger towards this gem. "I guess what I'm saying is two things..well one thing is more like a question." Cerden said bracing the question and statement, "first off, do you have any idea what's so goddamn important about this gem?" Cerden asked, "And two,please take it!"
 
Leo Steadman
Undergound shelter, eastern Valentia

Writing his name in a quick and messy fashion, Leo put his signature onto the paper that was held in front of him. He then grabbed the box and simply placed it on a table that was nearby. "Actually I hadn't heard a thing about it yet. In Morris, eh? I just might give it a peak, depending on how busy I am here." Leo was now interested. He could probably pass off his ability along with gear as a decent weapon. "I guess we both are just busy today."

Leo pressed his sunglasses slightly higher than they previously were.

Mystro Kajiki
The middle of nowhere

Waking from his deep sleep in the afternoon, Mystro felt great. He just had another dragoon night in the last day of the waxing moon, he knew that meant from now on things would get more painful, possibly resulting in lower pleasure from sleep. Mystro was always forced to sleep in because sleeping in his dragoon state, while possible, is very hard to do.

The first thing he did was get out of his messy bed and make himself some good old coffee to kickstart his day. It was rather nice where he was, the trees were as colorful as always and the sun was high and bright. He grabbed a small biscuit like food and ate it fast for his breakfast and then continued to drink his coffee. The taste of black coffee pleased him inside as the warm liquid flowed through his body.
 
(( OOC: Jeezus, I've left my posting go astray! D: I'm glad we've all caught up though. *pokes the people at Threepwood* Go on! You'll miss all the fun in Morris! You can improvise a bit! ))

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Location: Valentia - Eastern District - Underground haven

The girl took back the notepad and checked it. "That's too bad! I hear it's gonna be a blast over there! Well in case you change your mind, the Brothox Travel Office in the square up above has set up a teleportation service right to Morris for the rest of the week!" she added cheerfully and waved goodbye before going.

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Location: Ogre Peaks - Cavern

The baphomet went flying backwards and hit against one of the cavern's walls. It slumped to the ground with a grunt. It struggled to its feet with some difficulty, grunting, as if surprised at its own state. It growled at him and then roared, blood flying from its mouth along with saliva as it roared. It staggered towards him, foam of saliva and blood dripping from its jaw that hung open as it approached him, still intent on attacking even though it was already injured.

As it exhaled, puffs of fire flew out, although its punctured punctured lungs did not allow it to fully utilize its potent fire breath any more.


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Location: Morris Castle - Duke's Audience Hall

The Duke, who rose to meet the traveler as soon as the gem was brought up, seemed to understand. "Ah yes, the gem. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience imposed upon you--this gem is a lost family heirloom of the Morris Dukedom. It's been missing for several decades. I assume the salesman who asked you to bring it did with a mind to keep it incognito."

He kindly took the gem from Cerden and gazed at it for a little while, holding it up to the light coming through the windows. "I'm exceedingly obliged," he added at last. "I'd like to reward you for this service you've done for the Duchy and me personally. I am a scholar of the magical arts and I can discern a gift in you. Why don't you stay for the conference, as my personal guest? I'll be happy to accommodate you in the castle for the duration of the festival and when you wish to leave, I'll pay you for your--"

Just before the Duke could finish his words, a loud racket from the courtyard below made him start. The uproar of a moving crowd sailed through the hall and the Duke looked really alarmed.

"Er, excuse me a moment," he told the white-haired traveler and rushed to the balcony overlooking the courtyard. There, he proceeded to utterly lose his composure.

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Location: Morris Castle - Courtyard

Ryan had just managed to sling his guitar on his back when he caught motion by the corner of his eye. Without even thinking he jerked his arm out and just barely managed to divert and then catch the tip of the blade going for his throat with his armored hand.

"Yeep!?" he blurted in surprise.

Stopping the blade, he got a good, long look at his first assaulter. It wasn't a guard, it was a woman and for a moment he thought she was just an overzealous citizen but then he noticed her eyes and felt the burning of magic runes against his hand from the blade. Those kinda eyes...he'd heard that was a common side-effect of vision-enhancing spells applied too early in life. Putting that together with her stature and her armor, as well as remembering where he was, he came to a conclusion that he really, really wasn't happy with.

Being a bard meant that he heard a LOT of news and rumors flying about, given that he was expected to be able to repeat them. One of the more persistent things he'd heard since he set foot on the Boletarian islands was that the Duchy of Morris had, a good few decades ago, been busy breeding an army. It was all a mix of tall tale and exaggeration but his personal opinion was that there was at least a grain of truth in all that lore...and here he was staring it in the eye. What he also knew though, was that the whole program had been shut down and he thought he knew why.

"Oh...uh, shit," he blurted, suddenly jerking his arm again and throwing the blade's tip away from him, not very hard to rip it out of her hands, but enough to make her take a step back, if possible. He did a quick twirl away from her too, for good measure, before facing her again. "Uh, hi! I'm sure this looks really, really bad. But I have no reason to fight you. You, uh, wouldn't happen to be a soldier from that breeding program the Duchy had going a few years back, would you? Because have I got news for you..." he said nervously.

I'm fucked. I'm in nowhere good enough condition to fight off a trained super-soldier, even a human one! Ryan thought, trying not to panic and keep a level head. I've barely got enough blood supply--I cannot afford a crazy ass battle with her! I could take on the guards but not her.

And just as he was trying to decide how to proceed he heard someone call him. Jerking his head aside to look, he also retracted some of the blood armor away from his face, as if raising the visor of a helmet, making it reveal most of his face but still stay clinging to his forehead and over his nose like a helmet. He knew from the look of her that the woman was another half-fiend.

"Stay back!" he blurted without realizing. "Actually, run away! We're in deep shit here, you and I!"

And then came the Dire Wolf. Ryan didn't even see that one coming, just saw a flash of fur and then a huge fuzzy face came right up to his, barking and panting.

"Gah!" Ryan blurted yet again in surprise. "What the heck is with everybody today?"

Oh right, the guitar...I forgot some animals can get excited from certain notes. Woops!

"Hey there fuzz, where'd you come from?" he asked awkwardly and looked up at the presumed owner. For a moment he thought it was a halfling, but he realized it was not indeed. "Uh, hi?" he said awkwardly at the person, a little unsure if it was a girl or a really cute boy.

The last thing Ryan had anticipated was the orc. He got on well with orcs in general, but still kept his distance because most orcs loved trashing on bards.

"Hey now, this guitar's mine!" he protested suddenly, offended at the insinuation that a bard of his caliber would need to steal some loser's instrument! "He's the thief here, or technically his employer is!" he added, jabbing a thumb towards the fleeing bard.

"YOU?!"

"Oh fuckin' finally," Ryan grumbled and looked up.

At the balcony overlooking the rapidly emptying courtyard, the Duke looked like he was having a kind of episode. His face was contorted in an impossibly angry expression and he nearly grasped at his own hair.

"What are you doing out there?! You're supposed to be in the high security dungeon!! How in blue hell did you get out!?" he bawled, thrusting an accusatory finger in Ryan's direction.

"Yeah, well your high security sucks!" Ryan called back. "I could get outta there if I could spare a fart's worth of effort!"

The Duke exclaimed an angry, offended grunt and slammed his fist on the banister. "GUARDS! SEIZE HIM!"

"Oh yeah, sure, why not!" Ryan called back with a much more audacious laugh. "Coop me back in for more of your dirty, naughty experiments, why don't you!?"

The courtyard was now mostly empty, but a lot of guards, all dressed similarly in heavy armor, a frilled helmet, breeches and a cape (something like this), swarmed the empty space, blocking all exits. They wielded swords, halberds, maces and some even crossbows and flintlock muskets.

"Seize him and his accomplices! I want them all rounded up!" the Duke bawled from above.

"Hah! My accomplices?! You're talkin' like I'm the criminal here, Duksey! Aren't ya gonna tell the nice people here what those guards really are? It'll be unfair if you don't, especially since they're like...you know, we made 'em? You gotta take responsibility, you sly little thing!" Ryan laughed with a shrug.

"Shut up!! What are you talking about?!" the Duke blurted, jerking back at the part-fiend's insinuations. "Shut up! Guards! Seize him, now!"

Even at the sounds of the guards coming quickly for him, Ryan did not stop his charade, insulting and provoking the Duke, keeping his back at the approaching guards. "Really?! Not even a peep? That's crazy man, if I'd pulled off something that awesome I wouldn't shut up about it!" he called even as a guard came right up behind him. "Oh hey, let me show them!"

He suddenly whirled around, grabbed a guard by the front of his helmet, crunching the metal a little in his armored hand and yanked hard. The guard grunted in a strange way and stumbled forward as the faceguard of his helmet came undone and Ryan practically ripped it off.

The guard was not human--at least not fully. Under the mask his face was an amalgamation of serpentine features, carved in hard flesh that resembled scorched rock. Shark-like teeth protruded from a wide and elongated mouth while the eyes were flickery orange, like blazing fire. Except they weren't really their eyes, but rather looked as though a fire simply burned behind their empty sockets, as if their brains were on fire.

"Whoa, that's uglier than I thought!" Ryan scoffed and drove a punch into the guard's gut, sending it stumbling backwards for all to see. "Seriously! This is the best demonic taint you could make outta my blood? You must be the suckiest warlock ever! You almost molest me and this is the best you can do?! This is what you were gonna replace the whole army with? Man, you must really be desperate to overthrow the King!!"

"BY HELL'S FIRE, SHUT UP!" the Duke now screeched, his composure completely gone and his face looking wild and haggard. "SHUT UP ALREADY! GUARDS! KILL HIM! I can still use his goddamn blood--and get me that half-fiend woman too!"

I'm so glad I can still piss people off when I try... Ryan thought, aware he was now in very hot water. Between me and Ty...we could probably take on half of these guys... But these other guys...it all depends if they give a rat's ass about the Duke raising a demonic army!
 
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Aaron Sohm
Ogre Peak's-Cavern​

His Eye's Closed in Focus Aaron open's them fully focused as the Baphomet blasts a weaker fire breath as a last resort,Aaron Sweep's his sword horizontally knocking the Flames away after which he charges in,too weaken'd to dodge his attack Aaron thrusts the sword downward's into the Baphomet's skull killing it.

Aaron:Annoying monster..You won't be killing any more miner's...

Aaron take's his blood drenched sword from the beast's head,as he does this a Jewel pop's out of the hole his sword left behind..What's this..?He Pick's it up and shrug's putting it in his satchel,He goes to the side and slashes his sword down beheading the monster and taking it out with him,as he approaches the door knocking on it the man opens the door looming over Aaron.

Head Miner:Well Kid did you give it up..?

Aaron:Nah I don't leave a job unfinished here..!

Aaron tosses the monster's head at the Miner making him fall to the ground freaking out thinking it's attacking him,Aaron Chuckle's at the burly miner's cowardice at a beheaded monster..

Aaron:Hey big guy its dead..

Head Miner: AHH IT's gonna Ea--....Wait WHAT! You mean you actually killed that thing!?

Aaron:How else would that head be here...

Head Miner:..errm why did you behead it..

Aaron:It was huge..I can't lug that ugly thing's body so I just chopped a piece off as proof..

Head Miner:Well Good work then here's your payment for killing it..

The Miner Hand's Aaron a Jewel that Resemble's a Dragon's Eye

Head Miner:We come across relic's like this alot dont know why exactly,but they are worth a bit of money..

Aaron:I see..Thank's with that I'll be off..

Aaron begin's walking down looking at the Dragon like Eye jewel,he places it in his satchel and goes back to the forest..

Aaron:Sirocco..? Where are you...?

The Dragon appear's and tackles Aaron pinning him on the ground,Aaron pushes him off..

Aaron: Ok Ok I missed you too..!

He laugh's and jumps on Sirocco and they fly off into the air,as they go in mid flight Aaron pull's the odd jewel he got from the Baphomet and put it where the sun was making a Azure blue glow on Aaron and Sirocco as the Sun flicker's inside it,it suddenly bursts with light a Azure Orb absorb's Aaron and Sirocco after which shoot's towards the south,within second's the orb crashes onto the ground and Aaron and Sirocco are on the ground dazed.

Aaron:...What the hell was that about..You ok Sirocco!?

The Dragon stand's and shakes it off doing a playful roar as if it didn't feel a thing,as Aaron looks at the jewel again it shatter's to dust in his hand..in a different place than the continent he was born & raised on,he see's a Town ahead.

Aaron:I'll go on foot,Sirocco please go find a safe place and scout the area until you find a safe place.

Sirocco nod's and fly's away and Aaron Proceed's to the town for information as to where he's at

((OOC:Thats it for now,I may have someone craft this gem into a charm that allows me to Talk with Sirocco later on =o if thats ok EA?))
 
Tali didn’t bother to see if the two Elves behind her were still close behind. In all actuality, they had no excuse for falling behind. Berhu wasn’t exactly the fastest bear in the world. He was fast enough, but he was also packing some serious bear fat. At the rate they were going, they would take ages to reach Morris… and Tali really didn’t want to miss the conference. It was a great opportunity to make fun of others and con people out of their hard earned money.

But now that Tali thought about it… it would really take forever to get there. As she was lost in thought, she failed to see a rather large sign that said “Special on Teleportion to Morris; One Day Only” on it. She also failed to duck under it, and as a result, she ran into the sign and it caused her to fall off Berhu and onto the ground in front of the shop. “OUCH, WHO PUT THAT SIGN THERE?!”

That sign hadn’t been there before, which made Tali all the more annoyed. A Human man walked up to her. He was dressed in rather normal garb made out of cloth and leather. “Dearest apologies, M’am. The sign was meant to be up a little higher than that… is your face okay?”

Berhu came back around next to Tali. If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn the bear was laughing at her. “Y-yes, I am fine. I have survived worse hits than that.” Secretly, her face was stinging rather harshly. “Well, I can make it up to you, Elf. If you promise not to sue, I can give you a free teleport to Morris. One time offer, just for you.”

Now that was something Tali could use… “Can you bring my Bear?” The man simply nodded his head in confirmation. “Good, then I’ll be leaving now.” The man put a hand up to her. “Before I begin, just be known that there have been mess ups before. Once before half a man ended up at his destination and the other half ended up in the mountains in the north. Sometimes, things happen.”

This, however, freaked Tali out somewhat. “H-hey, wait just a min-“

“Well, see you later, Elf lady!”

“H-hold on!”

And before she knew what was happening, she wasn’t in Threepwood anymore. Everything around her was white and bright to the point where she had to keep her eyes closed. She didn’t even know if the other two were going to be coming or not. However, that was the least of her worries. It felt as if someone were pulling her very quickly towards something. Her stomach was rolling in her stomach.

Then, she was in an opening… It looked almost like a courtyard. However, there were people in armor everywhere, and there was some commotion going on. Yet Tali couldn’t figure out what they were saying. The sound hadn’t yet caught up with her ears. A few of them were running toward her. Was she in Morris? What was going on? Were those guards really coming after her?

She panicked. With a loud bloody scream she fired off balls of fire at her. She didn’t know they weren’t after her, but she didn’t care. She saw men in armor running in her general direction, so she fired giant fireballs in their general direction.

“Someone get me the hell out of here!”
 
Location: Morris Castle

Raz expected him to dodge her initial attack, and was already using the momentum he'd given her blade to carry it through for another attack, this time a thrust to the belly.

At his next words, however, she stopped in mid thrust. "I am one of those soldiers," she said, her voice sharp and wary. She didn't trust him, but his cut-off explanation gave her pause. If he was an enemy of the Duke.... she could very well come to like an ally like him.

He appeared normal, if one discounted the rusty-shell of blood around him that covered him like armor. Handsome enough if one preferred the rougish look. He didn't look like any other renegade half-fiends she'd met, who had a tendency to scar and mutliate themselves for the sheer thrill of seeing blood.

Raz didn't even glance at the other half-fiend and the dire wolf as they charged up to the fray. All her attention was on the oncoming guards that didn't look quite right.

Raz had lived her whole life around magic. It was in her armor, her skin, her eyes, hell she even ate magic during her training (didn't crap for a week after that) and she had served alongside several half-fiends in her life. But the men approaching her were not half-fiends. Nor were they magical.

These were something much, much worse.

Raz subtly shifted her body to face the oncoming guards, sword at the ready. If this strange half-fiend was anything to judge by.... and the Duke had been getting more and more paranoid lately....

Her suspicions were only confirmed when the Duke appeared on the balcony, screaming orders and obscenities. What the half-fiend said in reply as he gut-punched one of the guards convinced her.

With a side step and a swing of the sword, she slashed open the throat of one demonic guard. "Any enemy of the Duke is a friend of mine," she said, hoping the half-fiend heard her. Her entire life had been ruined and her purpose deemed worthless by that damn Duke -- she'd be damned if she stood by and did nothing while he wreaked more havoc upon others in his self-obsessed paranoia.

Raz deflected a demon-guard's blade, wrested it from his grasp and cut his arm off with Thirst. As the guard grasped his severed arm, she swung the two swords and lopped of his head as well.

Smiling, she twirled the swords eagerly and advanced to meet the rest.
 
Cerden Celebrindal
Morris Castle - Duke's Courtyard​

How the fuck do I always get mixed up in these damn situations. Cerdesn stressed over and over in his mind. He just came to see the duke, deliver this family heirloom, and be on his way. And the fact of seeing this magical conference actually didn’t sound half bad. Honestly, Cerden was digging getting a free stay at the castle, and even being the Dukes honorary guest, but of course, some idiot had to just ruin those plans. And honestly, he looked like someone who got hit across the face with a frying pan one time too many. He was going on and on about some mutated army that the Duke had been developing for quite the while.

Cerden really couldn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that, but when someone interrupted his resting time, that’s when he gets involved.

“Hey, ugly!” Cerden shouted at the guy up on the balcony that made these wild accusation.

“I could care less whether the duke here did anything illegal, or whether or not your pussy self was mistreated, but you‘re intruding on MY free stay at the castle.” Cerden began speaking. His anger was obviously there, and he was just getting warmed up. “if you’re looking for a fight, don’t waste time with these weak-ass guards. Try your luck with a true warrior like me.

“Cerden said issuing a challenge to the blood dude…”that’s if, you have the balls, m’boy..”
 
(( OOC: QUICK ANNOUNCEMENT!

I had an airhead moment and forgot to tell you guys what those demon-tainted guards can do! They're low-level demonic enemies, so they're just superhumanly strong and tough but not extraordinarily so. They're meant to be easy to take out (but not total pushovers) so you're free to go crazy. There should be a few archers and maybe the odd magic spell fired off but these guys aren't meant to cause you trouble. I don't even need to RP them--they're just fodder :D Go crazy. ))
 
Location: Castle Morris, Courtyard

In mid-flight, Ty cut the wire Ryan had fastened around him and twisted off, landing right on the foul stench of a guard and slamming his dagger through the neck. He whirled around and threw a knife, then turned away, satisfied, when he heard a dull thud followed by a watery groan and a body collapsing to the ground.

Then the screaming began.

Tysorai wasn't sure exactly what caused it, but he suspected Ryan's beastly form had something to do with it. A whistle sounded from Ty's right, and he brought his daggers up instinctively in an crisscross; a metal clang sounded as Ty's daggers caught whatever weapon had been swung downward. Ty whirled aside in a single movement and pushed the weapon away, uncrossing his daggers in the turn and re-crossing them through the guard's body. A woman's scream greeted him; it was all he needed to hear. With a deft movement he removed his blades from her body and swung his left dagger up and to the right, slashing right through her spine. The screaming abruptly stopped.

Tysorai was about to move onto his next target - it would have been the person holding Ryan's instrument had Ryan himself not gone straight for the poor soul - when he heard a long, and frankly well-played, note from Ryan's 'baby'. Ty shook his head and sidestepped, ramming his blade into another guard's back as the man ran past him. Not bad for an old blind man, Ty thought with a mental smirk.

Tysorai could smell Ryan - the smell of solid blood was rather poignant - but he had a major disadvantage on this playing field: the pandemonium disrupted his hearing, and he had trouble detecting incoming attacks. Even as he dodged another attacker, an arrow lodged itself in his shoulder. Tysorai gasped in pain and yanked the arrow free before throwing a knife towards the source. Another arrow came out of the blue, and Ty barely had time to duck behind another guard. He shoved one of his daggers up through the man's groin and twisted, moving out of the way before everything came splattering out, and grabbed the body. A thud was heard as yet another arrow buried itself in his current shield.

Then the shield gave a groan.

Ty shoved the body away just in time to avoid the hands that sought to crush his skull. Ty jumped back and then to to side, feeling the shock as something crushed the spot he had just been in. The soldier whom he had disemboweled, whose guts Ty could smell hanging from the man's groin, was still alive. Ty snarled and rushed the man, plunging his daggers into the man's throat. The guard gave one more gurgle as he fell limp; the body vibrated as yet another arrow thudded into it. Then Ty smelled something.

Smoke. Ty had only a second to register the smell before the ground exploded underneath him. He tumbled along the ground and skidded to a stop on his side. He picked himself up and cried out as another arrow struck him, this time in his side. He bent over kneeling, then shifted to the side as another arrow sank into the ground beside him. Tysorai leapt to the side, ducking behind a bench to seek cover from the arrows. With a growl, he snapped the arrow and yanked the head out of his side. He could smell his blood on his hands, though thankfully it was not too much; the arrow had not penetrated his skin far.

Ty attempted to use the respite to calm his breathing and gather his wits, but no such opportunity came. Another blast sounded behind the bench and the seating exploded. Ty leapt to the side, out of range of the blast, and threw a knife towards the smell of burning flesh. He was rewarded with another thud and scream as a body fell from the ramparts. Damn... Ty thought. They have mages and accurate archers...bastards. He jumped to the side as yet another arrow buried itself in the ground.

The crowd was thinning, and Tysorai finally heard two things. The first was the sound of somebody nocking an arrow. A quick knife throw solved his archer problem. The second thing he heard was a ruckus nearby and turned to the source of the sound. Then everything exploded and Ty was sent flying.

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Three hooded figures stood atop the ramparts, cloaked and hidden in the dark shadows. They watched the proceedings - the descending creature and his rider, the pandemonium in the courtyard, the Duke's fit of rage, and the werewolf creature that was sent flying, unconscious, onto the stage to land at the feet of the blood-armored man.

The two flanking figures made to rise from their positions, but the central figure held up a hand. "Wait." The other two obeyed, crouching back down. The central figure refocused its attention on the courtyard. "Let us watch and learn. Perhaps there is something here we can use in the future..." The trio of shadowed figures knelt in the shadows, neither noticeable nor even visible. They watched the proceedings below with keen interest.

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((OOC: Well, that was fun. Pity it took me so long to catch up. ...Oh dear, Ty took quite a beating. I don't think Ryan's going to be very happy about that >D ))
 
(( OOC: 8D Iiiiiiiiit's PARTY TIEEEEEM~ And Jon's mean, making me unveil Ryan's evil side so soon... ))

Location: Morris Castle - Courtyard
Theme: Effigy - Seether

Ryan smiled at the woman as she stepped away. "That's what I like to hear, sister!" he said with a smile that was turning a little mischievous and then looked up at the balcony again, seeing a white-haired guy challenge him.

He laughed about being called ugly. "Ugly!? Is that the best you can do?" he called back, casually dodging a guard charging him with a halberd. The guard proceeded to spear one of his comrades as Ryan moved out of his way much too suddenly and fluidly.

The part-fiend bard returned his gaze to the man. "I feel you, man, I'd get pissed if I missed a chance to spend some time in digs like these, even if the Duke most likely just wanted you around to suck your magic out! That's what he's been doin'! I'll take you up on that challenge later, I'm tied up now! Don't break a bone waitin', old man!" he added, scoffing at being called 'm'boy'.

He jerked his arm out and a barbed wire shot out of his armored wrist, grabbing a guard from around the neck. Ryan pulled back and the guard stumbled forward, letting choked gargles from the barbed wire slipping between his helmet and his chestplate and choking him. When he came in close Ryan drove his fist into the demon guard's helmet, shattering the metal and cracking the hardened skull behind it. When he pulled his arm back, his armored fist was covered in blood.

He reeled around and the wire retracted to his arm, shifting almost instantly into a longsword that he used to parry another demon-tainted guard's sword. He grunted a little bit at the force behind that blow and he backstepped as he continued to parry and deflect further blows from the guard before he swept the blade in front of him, swiping the other's sword away. At the same time he formed a long and thin blade from his wrist and drove it straight into the helmet, through the visor, causing blood to spurt through the openings.

The guard stumbled backwards, screeching and then swiped blindly ahead, making Ryan jump backwards and then suddenly lunge forward again, ducking under the blade and swinging his arm, the blade on it changing shape again into a wire. It struck the guard like a whip, wrapping around the neck, where it dissolved into blood and slid between the crack of the helmet and the chestplate. The guard struggled for a moment, grunting and hissing and then suddenly tensed with a jerk, croaked and then fell over, his head nearly severed from his body as an amount of blood leaped back to Ryan.

He dodged another guard with ease, snatched his sword and threw it at an arched, piercing right through the midsection, where the chestplate met the lower armor and knocking him down.

"Seriously! These guys are useless! So much for the demon taint! They're a waste of flesh--"

Ryan's snark was cut short when he heard that blast. He looked over and saw Ty go flying, just to land with a loud crash, practically at his feet. Suddenly the bard froze and stared at the lycan assassin.

"Ty!?" he blurted and this time his tone had nothing lackadaisical about it. His friend was unconscious and he could see very well who'd done it.

He dove at the werewolf and lifted him a little, pulling away the cloak to look at him. The arrow shot and the lacerations were not serious but the spell that'd hit him had knocked Ty out and probably done some internal damage. "Ty, can you hear me?!" he blurted, giving him a gentle shake. "You silly mutt, don't you give up on me now! You just bailed me out! I need you alive so I can get you more gold than you'd know what to do with, mutt!"

He pulled Ty away from the immediate fray, laying him away from the ruined stage against a protected part of the wall with a stone bench between him and the action. Then he looked around hastily and spotted an elf woman on a bear who looked a bit stunned to be there. "You, elf-girl! Look after this werewolf for me!" he snapped and then all hell broke loose. "I'll make it worth your time!"

From the balcony above, the Duke stared at the fight that broke out below and growled. "Curses...! Why aren't the guards stronger?!" he muttered. "Wait--what is that infernal bard doing?!"

Ryan suddenly launched himself across the courtyard, and as he passed, blood crawled to his back and pooled there, then thick tentacles of blood-metal erupted from there, some barbed and bladed. With them he practically threw the guards aside and over him as he passed, his face contorted into an expression of unhinged rage.

"YOU BITCHES HURT MY FLUFFY FRIEND!" he bawled as he grabbed one guard by the arm, swung him around like a hammer, sweeping up another two guards and sending all three of them tumbling into their comrades.

His red eyes flashed with infernal energy and he leaped into the air, right as a guard's maul came down where he'd been. The next moment his feet crashed right into that guard's head and an ugly crunching sound came from that tainted man's neck as his head sank down a good deal, almost between the shoulders and he toppled over. Ryan rebound off him and the next moment he was on one of the mage guards like a beast from hell.

A tentacle crashed through the chestplate and straight through the guard's chest, who was then lifted off his feet, still alive and bawling. He was yanked towards Ryan who grabbed his head with both hands, snarled and then tore it right off the guard's shoulders with a yank and a growl. He then threw the head like a stone right into the face of another guard, knocking him over while the tentacle discarded the body by yanking it off with a flick.

"You infernal maggots aren't even good enough to wipe the sick off a warlock's dining hall!" the bard laughed, this time with an evil tone. "Tainted guards, my demonic ass! You're all barely tweaked with some infernal eau de wussy!"

Up in the balcony the Duke stared, wide eyed and with his jaw drooping. "He's stronger than I had calculated! Dammit, I could've performed a stronger ritual with that bastard's blood! He's right! I've come up with little better than humans!" Then he suddenly ducked as a guard's severed torso, arms and head still attached, flew at the balcony and hit the wall over the door with an ugly splat and then hit the floor.

Ryan dove onto another group of infernal guards, even as an arrow hit him in the chest. "You pussy-whipped bucketheads have to do better than that!" he laughed and tore the arrow out, and the resulting blood just slithered over his skin and joined the rest of his armor as he charged the guards with his armored hands and the tentacles that impaled, swept and threw guards with little resistance.

He didn't seem to care at all about the occasional hits he was taking. "Your master's gonna be sorry he fucked with me! And you maggots are gonna be sorrier you hurt Ty!"

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((OOC: Yep, this is pretty much how tough the guards are. Just have at at them ;D ))
 
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Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Courtyard

Ok, so one second she was pulling her wolf off of some random guy and the next second there was a full out brawl going on all around her. What the hell was going on?? She noticed the Duke in the castle window screaming and taunting the man her Dire-wolf had been drawn to, then there was that jerk from the Audience desk... she hoped he got hurt for pushing in front of her, and now suddenly there were guards everywhere, but they weren't normal guards...they were ugly, dead looking and in some pretty amazing armour.

"I--I didn't do anything!" She muttered but a guard didn't seem to hear her and swung his sword at her misjudging her height and missing her head by inches.

Pom stood in shock for about 3 seconds and gulped... her head... nearly got swiped off. She was not made for this, battle was not her thing but it didn't seem like she had a choice. There were a few of them fighting now. The orc she met earlier, the man with the blindfold, a wolf man and a woman. They were all fighting the Guards who seemed easy enough to take down.

Pom pulled her large Humma from her back, holding it with ease even though it was taller and heavier than she herself was. It'd taken a lot of training to be able to swing this thing.

She was about to swing it at a guard when the Wolf-man went down.

 "You, girl! Look after the werewolf for me!" The first man called. Well at least he knew she was a she and not a he.

"o-ok...." she said quietly, running through the crowd of fighters and over to the man laying on the floor. He wasn't very attractive but he looked strong.

Pom pulled out her 'Mad Scientist' gun and pointed it at the wolfman. "D-don't w-w-w-orry, uhm. It w-wont hurt I promise!! It'll just feel a bit weird!" She said as she aimed it, waiting for the gauge to charge full of her magic.

FInally the gun was charged and pulling the trigger Pom cried "Healing bullet!" A large bullet shot from the tip of the weird looking machine straight into the chest of the man, it melted through his skin and disappeared for a few seconds before the ground around him flashed green, and then, everything went back to normal.

"Are you ok?"

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Charles
Morris Courtyard
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Charles was confused... who was good and who was bad? The guards looked bad but how could they be when they were the Dukes guards? The Duke wasn't bad?? His tiny brain mulled it over, he couldn't make sense of it at all.

In the end he went with his gut, he wanted to protect people, that was his purpose now and to him it seemed that the guards were the bad guys. He would protect this mismatched lot of fighters from these ugly guards. He smiled...the guards were uglier than he was, that was a nice change.

He pulled his axe out and gave it one huge swing, taking out three guards at once, slicing them straight through the gut as they ran towards him.

Orcs were powerful enemies, fighting them at hand to hand combat was a bad idea, archers and magicians were a much better choice, and the Duke had a few of them at hand as one archer shot an arrow landing it straight in Charles shoulder.

He winced a little turning to see where the arrow came from. He spotted the archer who readied another arrow. Charles pulled the first arrow from his shoulder, throwing it to the ground and he ran towards the man who shot him, noticing him flinch and hesitate a bit, this made the Orc smile a twisted smile.

The arrow was released, hitting Charles in the chest, probably inches away from his heart but he ignored it and continued running, and instead of using his axe when he reached the archer he back handed him to the face, hearing his neck crack against his hand. The fighter dropped to the floor lifeless.

"Yuqbzuwq ra kig heot puqqagz ruggziva!! (Fighting me was your biggest mistake!!)" He spat, pulling the second arrow from his skin, this one hurt a lot more, and throwing it on the dead body before running back into the action.
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Tali Elendril​
Morris Castle Courtyard​


Tali had taken out four guards when she heard someone yelling from behind her. “You, Elf-girl! Look after this Werewolf for me!” Turning around, she saw it came from some black haired man. She was going to tell him off right before he had said something rather interesting. “I’ll make it worth your time!” Now that was something that would get her interest. She didn’t know how much he was willing to give her, but having something to do was a lot better than rendering guards useless randomly.

“Fine, but it had better be worth it!” Tali yelled back. She didn’t like being jerked around. Turning Berhu around, she went over to where the Werewolf was… he didn’t look so good. There was someone standing next to him. Like Tali, she was rather on the short side. In fact, she appeared to be just as tall as Tali. She looked to have been attempting to heal the Werewolf… and it appeared to be working. “Nice work there, short stuff!” Tali said.

She leapt off of Berhu, and landed next to the girl. Bringing her staff to the ground, she leaned on it. “Berhu, start cleaning house. I do not have a lot of money for food… so take what you will.” Berhu roared loudly as he took off. He looked like a giant white blur as he started going for a few guards. “I will help you, for the money, of course… not because I like you or anything. That being said, do not shoot me in the back.”

Turning back around, she noticed that more guards were heading her way. Something about them seemed off… they weren’t normal guards, that was for sure. However, that wasn’t something that she had the time to be worried about. What mattered now was keeping the dog boy over there alive. Using her right hand, she fired volley after volley of fireballs at them. Each one exploded on contact. There was no way to tell if they were alive or dead, but if they did manage to live, they weren’t going to be waking up for a while.

One guard managed to sneak in up close and grab Tali by the arm, but that didn’t matter much. She was quick to think, and the second he grabbed her, she shocked him with electricity, rendering him unconscious. “Shorty, what exactly is going on here?! What did you morons manage to do to get them all this angry at you?” Tali was still managing to fire off lightning and fireballs with ease as she asked her question.



There was even an Orc in the distance, and he too was fighting guards. Was he a good guy, or a bad guy? What was going on here? This wasn't a conference, this was a glorified bar fight.
 
Location: Morris Castle


Raz strode toward a cluster of advancing guards, swords lowered , her quick stride eerily ominous with barely-contained power. Jazz, who was watching from behind some landscaping, shrank into the shadows at her approach, the color draining from his face.

The guards fanned out warily, flanking her.

Raz smiled. "Come on, boys, I'm just getting warmed up."

A seconds' stillness....

Two of the guards, one to her right, and the other in front of her, exploded into action. Raz deflected the blade on her right and blocked the one aiming for her skull before her. She viciously kicked the one in front and swung her stolen sword in a savage arc to slice his throat. Acting more on well-honed instinct than any kind of stiff training, Raz blocked another blow on her left.

At the same time, however, she felt a stinging pain on her arm. The guard on the right had managed to recover and had made a shallow cut on her upper arm. She glared at him. Though technically it shouldn't be possible for a demonic creature with scales to blanch, this one somehow managed to do just that. Even a demon paled beneath the bloodlust in those red-black eyes.

Raz swiftly cut him down with professional swiftness, then turned to the others. Two down and three to go. One came too close and she feinted low before batting away his sword and plunging Thirst into his neck, the weak spot in his armor. The runes on her sword glowed a muted blue through the blood coating it. The other two she played off each other; she relished this opportunity to show the Duke exactly what kind of talent and skill he had wasted.

Taking advantage of her familiarity with wielding two swords, Raz turned to one guard and then to the other, striking them before they could recover, moving back and forth between the two with casual precision and speed. Eventually, they slipped in their guard and Raz thrust Thirst deep in the belly of one before side-stepping an expected attack from the other one behind her and decapitating him.

"Raz!"

She spun around at the call, swords at the ready, to see Jazz halfway across the yard -- she hadn't realized the flow of battle had carried her that far. She saw him rapidly backing up with Wasp in his hands, trying to frantically load a bolt into it. A demonic guard was closing in on him, followed by several more.

Raz flipped her shit.

"Stay away from him, you fuckers!" She sprinted across the distance, coming to a baseball-slide halt in front of Jazz. As she did, she thrust the stolen sword out, hamstringing the guard nearest Jazz. She sprang to her feet and started battling.

She was a whirlwind of kicking, thrusting, cutting, and slashing, her moves too fluid and too fast for any description to do it justice. She'd block an attack and kick the assailant in the groin, then swing around to trade blows with another before slicing him to ribbons. The woman didn't dance in her battle -- that description belonged to elves and trashy romance novels.

Raz merely killed with an expert precision and swiftness that was almost hypnotic to watch. Every blow it seemed she wouldn't be able to dodge was blocked. Every bull-rushing enemy was sidestepped. No matter what the demonic guards did, she merely anticipated their attacks and retaliated with a fatal blow. The grin she'd worn earlier had turned into a grim mask of focus and bloodlust made all the more foreboding by the arterial spurt of blood that delicately laced her cheek.

Eventually, she stood among a group of bodies, both swords dripping blood. The area around her was clear -- the guards preferred their chances to the half-fiend than to her. Too many guards were coming into the courtyard, though. They had to move, fast.

Turning, Raz made sure Jazz was okay by means of a swift glance and a pat down. "That was fun," she said.

"Who's he?" Jazz asked, finally wrestling a new bolt into Wasp.

"An ally," she said, watching as the half-fiend tore into the ranks of guards and mages. She caught a little of what he was shouting and smirked. My kinda guy, she thought, amused. Movement caught her eye -- a group of heavily armored foes surrounding what appeared to be a mage were coming up on the half-fiend with his back turned.

Without hesitating, Raz ran across the courtyard, slicing down a guard causally as she passed and leapt among their misdt, shouting a warning to the half-fiend.
 
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Pomoly Grimsher
Morris Courtyard

“Nice work there, short stuff!”

Pom jumped at the other girls words and spun around to see who spoke to her. It was a little elf girl. She was as tall as Pom was but her features showed she was probably full elf.

"Short stuff?" Pom questioned the tiny elf. "You're just as short as me!"

“Shorty, what exactly is going on here?! What did you morons manage to do to get them all this angry at you?”

Pom frowned as she watched the girl shooting fireballs at the guards, managing to stun them all herself.

"I haven't done anything, short-stack!" She replied as she readied her gun, standing next to the wolf man, and pointing it at an archer in the distance. She was glad this little elf could fight, she was keeping the guards away from her while the Mad Scientist charged.

"I was standing here, minding my own business and then these guards started attacking. I blame that demon jerk over there!!"

Her gun bleeped, signalling that it was charged and the girl pulled the trigger. A big read blob exploding from it, shooting through the air and then landing on the ground in front of the archer.

The archer seemed to laugh, thinking that the girl had missed but then things started to get hot. The blob melted into the ground and a large circle appeared turning the earth to magma. Steam and bubbles spitting from the red hot liquid as the guard tried to get out, his metal armoured boots melting under the heat.

A couple of other archers got caught in the flaming circle along with the first and they too moaned in pain as they clawed at the earth on the outside of the circle, trying to pull themselves from the flames.

"You're not the only one who can use fire" Pom said smugly seeming to turn this little battle into a competition with the other girl.


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Tali​
Castle Morris Courtyard​

It appeared the “demon jerk” was the source of the problems… and given the way the guards were on him, it wasn’t hard to believe. But still, that man offered Tali payment… so she wasn’t too keen on betraying someone that owed her money. Unless, that is, they never planned on paying her back. “I will have you know that I do not like being called ‘short stack’ by someone by some as small minded as you! Plus-“ She was interrupted as she fired a volley of electricity towards an incoming guard.

“As I was saying, I am not a fan of your fake, artificial, fire. Call back when you learn how to do the real thing, shorty.” A few more guards came through a few doors leading into the courtyard. Just how many guards are there? Berhu, took care of a few of them, but he wasn’t invincible. The dog boy hadn’t gotten up yet, either. Tali signaled Berhu to come over. “Do not shoot my bear, usquener.” Tali said, slipping in a comment on her new unwilling companion being smelly in Elven.

Berhu had an arm in his mouth, and he was playing with it as if it were a toy rather than a meal. “Berhu, please stand guard over the dog… kill whatever comes close. We may have some money in it.” A few more guards came close, and Tali fired more streams of lightning. They were starting to get close… and if they did, Tali wouldn’t be able to last long… but she would rather die than let the short human know that.
 
Cerden Celebrindal
Morris Castle - Courtyard???​

It really seemed that things around here were about to get really interesting. Some Werewolf dude was reported by some of the mutated guards. It seemed he…she…it was making some kind of ruckus outside the walls of here audience room. And to be honest, Cerden couldn’t blame the critter. With things getting as wild as they are, Cerden almost completely lost his concentration as he had made a challenge to the loud mouth up on the balcony. Yeah, speaking of that, Cerden had just snapped back into reality to hear that the loudmouth had to cut off the challenge due to the guards trying to kill him. I guess that would in the way.

This loudmouth had quite the tongue on him. But it wasn’t irritating for Cerden until he spat out the two words that get on his nerves more than ever, “I’M NOT A FUCKING OLD MAN, YOU LITTLE LOUD-MOUTHED PUNK!” Cerden’s words full of anger, a little flame that was kept hidden now erupted from within Cerden. He’s only middle-aged, so he’s still got plenty of spark to keep up with the kid.

Just as Cerden was about to jump upwards, and aid this kid, he saw that there was more that met the eyes. Not only was he handling his own against these ugly-ass guards who happened to have some fucked up facial action going on, he was beating the living crap out of them. From what Cerden saw(and heard), there was a guard who was being choked to death, and the gargles from his/its mouth was the living..non-living proof.

On further expection, on the fight this kid was in, he noticed a blade-like weapon being formed, and the very tip of it being forced right into the helmet of the guard, and right through the back end to where blood spewed over the balcony. This was sure turning into quite the party.

Cerden had a few thoughts creep into his mind in the total amount of three seconds as he just now decided that if he couldn’t enjoy a night in the castle, then he might as well kick some mutated Guard ass. He noticed quickly out of the corner of his eye that the kid was heading into a group of guards who were ready for him, and they would surely hit him in a part of him where it would lead to major damage. And who was Cerden to allow someone to hurt him before Cerden got a shot.

Activating super speed and super strength, Cerden jumped high into the air, performing a corkscrew body twist, and in doing so, he quickly, but not very stealthy, was behind the group of guards that the kid was heading towards.

“You know, this is all a big pain,” Cerden said calmly placing both of his hands on two separate guards, and they quickly turned around in shock, fear, and a little excitement. Before they even had a chance to do anything, Cerden activated his control over glass, and with in seconds, long, sharp, and this blades of glass came out of each of their bodies with blood spewing over more than a jelly-filled donut. Before Cerden knew it, all the guards had completely lost every inch of life the had, and their bodies fell to the floor in a sync with each other.

“Hey Kid, I see you have your hands full taking care of that fuzz ball over there, so why not we make a deal?” Cerden stated purposing a deal with the blood guy. “We team up, and take care of these guards, and you tell me exactly what the hell is going on around here, and how exactly ol’ dukey there is the bad guy.” Cerden said stating the details of his proposal.

“Deal?”
 
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