[h2]Phocas Amyntas[/h2]
[i]Intersection of 5,6, & 12[/i]

As the eye beam collided with his hand, Phocas cursed openly, allowing the blade to drop to the ground and fishing his Vampire Knives out of his robes. The cocktail of pain, rage, and celestial energies surging through him stalled the process considerably. Before he could swing at her again, the lunarian threw a last ditch punch at him, apparently out of psionic energies, before grabbing his chin and...

Phoc felt so immensely tired. Released from the woman's grip, he softly glided down onto the ground. What had he been doing? Fighting a useless battle against this woman. As weird as she was, it was obvious she had no relation to where he was now. Either the Celestial fiends had already killed him, or they weren't any time soon. He wasn't going to get anywhere by baselessly attacking anyone. Quickly picking up both of his discarded weapons and holstering them, Phoc apologized to the woman he had assailed.

[color=0054a6]"Sorry about that. I guess I'm trying to get over the fact that either I died, or I'll never see home again."[/color] He explained. He had no idea how she'd been taking it so well in all honesty. It was a possibility this was a common occurrence for her, or perhaps it hadn't really sunken in yet. Either way, it'd be best if they stuck together for now. Two strangers in a strange land were better than one, even if he didn't particularly like to admit it.

Speaking of strangers in a strange land, there was another, it seemed. He could be an original inhabitant of this universe but judging by how nonchalantly he was staring at he and she. In fact, he was the only man still left on the street. In a (hopefully less murder inducing) attempt to gather information again, Phoc shouted over, [color=0054a6]"My, you seem quite unimpressed with our display. Is stuff like that common around here?"[/color]

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[@Raineh Daze], [@PKMNB0Y]
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