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Tout ce qui est fait n'est plus à faire
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"El amor es como el fuego. Suelen ver el humo los que están fuera antes que las llamas los que están dentro."

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Hex | Too old for this shit | Writer of pretentious walls of text

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It's late. (I'm terrible sorry)I haven't proofread it and it probably sucks but that's okay. Because its finished!

*Proceeds to crawl into bed*
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They watched in stunned silence as the ship materialized into the sky above them. Nighttime sky suddenly filled with the looming silhouette leviathan sized ship as big maybe bigger than the Vangar ship that had crashed. If the Princess was an overabundance of Mist, the craft above it was on the other end of the spectrum cold and foreign to the world and all that stood around it. It produce a metallic groan once, twice and finally a third time that seemed to worm its way into their heads, rattling and scratching at the skull.

Objects began to be jettisoned from unseen launch ports, they came soaring towards the ground like meteors but as they approached the ground and could be seen with more detail they appeared to be robotic entities similar to those that Daryll and Zimmy had dispatched a moment earlier. But where they faced one these were several dozen. The landed into the crater throwing up dirt and debris into the air as they did. And with another metallic groan from the ship this one at a slightly lower frequency like buckling steel, dozens of glowing eyes stuttered to life around them. And one by one they stood up from their personal craters and methodically and slowly made their way towards the group, bulldozing their way through anything that happened to be unlucky enough to be in their way.

"Well, fuck. Setzer, now's the chance to show me that your pretty body is good for more than just looking at."


“Ya don’t fucking say.” Setzer muttered his voice noticeably lacking its usual bounce and boom.

It was easy sometimes to forget that Setzer held an impressive number of top marks on almost every combat simulation back in the Citadel. Maybe it was to overcompensate for the fact that he had a lackluster magical capacity or that as a country bumpkin that had to walk ten miles a day to school because his alcoholic father refused to drive him, book learnin’ wasn’t really something that he was all that attuned to. Combat though, combat was something that came naturally to him. Combat came from the bloodied knuckles of schoolground brawls and the bob and weave of dodging the screaming bottle of whiskey tossed at his head. It was the primal dance that once you knew the beat of it was hard to dance to anything else.

He took in the current situation around them. Counting steadily approaching eyes, how long it had taken them to get from where they had come in, to the other side of the crater where the Princess’ shuttle had crashed. The truck was further out from there but at least the trees could provide them some overhead cover from the airship above. With the current group currently outmanned and surrounded everything was coming up red. This was the kind of situation that their instructors had warned them time and time again to not get themselves into. It was five different ways of fucked up and Setzer was loving every second of it.

“Here’s the gameplan. Shortest route to the truck is through the thick of these mechanical shits. We punch a hole and run like hell. Hopefully before that big old cruiser points its guns at us.” Setzer explained causally like he was discussing dinner plans and not a near-suicidal rush through robot hell. “Oh and Princess you're gonna want to ride me.”
“What!” Colette began angrily.

“Phrasing sorry. Buut maybe like that later. You know if you're up to it” He explained as another word made his sword disappear and picked the girl up in a Fireman’s carry with as much ease as one might a sack of flour. She slammed her first against his back but he didn’t even seem to notice all that much. He shifted his footing adjusting to the weight now placed on your shoulder. “You know you're lucky you're as light as you look.”

Colette punched him again this time hard enough to make him flinched a little. “Just make sure we don’t die, you fucking idiot.”

“Well you heard the lady.” Setzer told the rest of the time and without anything resembling a warning or a ready sign he broke into a run heading straight in the direction that the truck was in. The mechanized infantry seemed to react to the movement and suddenly broke out into a run concealed thrusters on their backs propelling them forward with great speeds. Setzer ran a zig-zag pattern through the ruins as cannon shots exploded around them. He picked up the sounds of fighting as the rest of the team pushed forward through the debris field but he dared not to look backwards keeping his eye dead foward. Focused on maneuvering through the rubble and navigating the pockets of heavily focused mist that could prove even more fatal than the robots.

A pile of broken metal exploded to the left of them as one of the machines came barreling in ahead blocking the path. There was no way in hell that Setzer was turning ahead and so he pushed forward even as it raised its arm-cannon and began charging a shot. Setzer closed his eyes ready to began a pulverized mess of meat when he felt it. Before it was an unnatural change of pressure but now as close as he was to the source it felt like all his organs were vibrating getting faster and faster ready to explode. And then all that pressure was released as a blinding light was released next to his head and slammed into the chest of the robot punching a hole clean through it and sending it down onto one knee.

He titled his eyes upward at Colette hand raised sweat formed at the brow, panting in short uneven breaths. “Nice.”

“It’s not dead. Keep running you idiot!” And true to her words the mechanical contraption was already beginning to rise again sputtering to life like a giant hole through its chest was a mild inconvenience at best. Setzer pushed past it and kept on running dodged and outstretched claw as it shot out in a desperate attempt to slash outward at him. Scrambling he made it up the other side of the crater and pushed into the forest pumping mist into his body to ease the screaming pain in his legs from the continued dead sprint. He could hear the sounds of his teammates continually yelling status reports in his ear and the sounds of trees snapping behind him as the robots pushed ahead after them.

He saw the flash out of the corner of his eye from somewhere high above but didn’t put two and two together until a cluster of trees slightly ahead and to the left of him exploded into a ball of fire. The blast was powerful enough to throw him off of his fight and sending him crashing into a tree trunk, the princess having been knocked away in the commotion.

His eyes opened as his ears ring and the world around him shook. He could feel the heart around him as the surrounding trees had burst into flame. Pushing himself to his feet ignoring the hot soil burning his hands, he peered through the smoke looking for Colette. Frantically searching through the smoke, he felt the ground shake as another shell slammed into the earth further off the mark this time. Finally he found her back on the ground, hand outstretched another shell mere inches away from her face suspended and floating in space. The Mist churning and fluctuating around it.

Pushing his shock away he ran forward and pulled her out from underneath the shell.

“You okay?”

“No.”

“Good. Let’s go.” She nodded weakly and made a motion with her hand and like a fist just punched the shell it was propelled back upward into the sky where it slammed into the ship that was now firing down at them. The explosion seemed to shimmer across some sort of barrier to little effect than possible making their mysterious attackers more angry than they already were. Scooping her up Setzer kept on pushing forward.

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Somehow some way they made it through the explosions and the robots to where they had left the truck safely tucked away. They seemed to be out of the ship’s firing range as no more shells had fallen for the last several minutes, but the robots still followed them heavily and without reprise. Leading the pack as it was, Setzer and Colette arrived first. He quickly ran over to the truck and deposited her into the bed. He turned back towards the forest where his allies were still coming through.

“Listen you know how to drive stick?”

“I’m a princess not a fucking hermit. Yes I know how to drive stick.”

“Good. The keys in the ignition start her up and be ready to move quickly.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Buy us time.”
And with that Setzer conjured up his sword and walked forward watching intently as a pair of brightly glowing eyes burst through the clearing. The robot with the same hole in its chest. The same one that had been following the pair since the start of this clusterfuck. Setzer grinned and charged.

When he reached striking distance he brought the sword down in a huge arc and with great speed. The robot pushed its right arm upwards in response and countered the blow mid-swing. Setzer expected for the blade to slash through as it did nearly everything else. A blow with that much power usually enough to bring down weaker opponents upon contact. This one sunk barely an inch into the robotic appendage.

“Shit-” Was all Setzer managed to get out as the robot smashed him to the side with its arm.

He was sent sprawling to the ground eating dirt a few feet away. Pushing himself up he ran again at the robot this time learning from his mistakes and swinging blow the arm into the chest. Similar result occurred as the sword hit home but the robot didn’t even register the blow and balled fist slammed into his head once again sending him sprawling to floor.

He tasted the blood in his mouth, he could see stars and was pretty sure he could speak five more languages than he could previously but he managed to push himself back up. He flashed back to Zimmy and Daryll fighting the robot. He remembered how the limb had been served. A plan formed. He concentrated and focused on his blade, focused on the Mist around him. On the individual molecules and started to make them shake and shimmer, and shake and shimmer. And soon the blade-began to glow with an intense heat.

The robot raised its cannon arm and fired, using mist-enhanced speed he dodged to the left. It fired he dodged again always moving closer and closer and closer. As he drew into striking distance the arm shot out to finish it. Setzer brought the blade up and blocked with one of the sides, muscle buckling underneath the weight as he continued running sliding down the arm and firmly rooting the blade into armpit area of the robot. Screaming out in frustration he pushed and he pushed, the superheated blade having an slightly easier time to push through the metal and with great effort the blade came free from the other side severing the arm from the body.

“Take that you-” He felt something grab the back of his shirt and wrench him backwards before throwing him to the ground. The wind was knocked out of him as he peered up at the one armed robot looking down at him. It raised one of its colossal metal legs and brought it down hard intending to crush Setzer into a bloody pulp. Reflexly the warrior raised his sword into the air. The blade pierced through the foot but the foot kept on coming down towards him. Setzer felt the pommel of his sword dig into his chest as the robot pushed down common to a halt about three quarters of a way down the blade pushing downward.

Setzer yelled in angry protest and pumped what little reservoir of mist he had left into the muscle in his arms and he pushed with a superhuman strength. With grip on the sword as if he was about perform some strange version of the caber toss, he pushed his arm upward and felt as the leg of the robot was pushed upward, sword getting out the other side of the piercing foot slamming headfirst into the large robot bearing over him. The robot fell over from the impact and Setzer got up and ripped the sword from its head and just started beating it over and over again. The distorted sounds of blunted steel smashing over blunted steel as the robot was slowly crushed beneath the blows.

“AND. STAY. DEAD. YOU. FLAMING. SHIT.” Setzer yelled at the robot and with one final blow that crushed what was left of the head, the glowing eyes turned dark. Panting, tired and full of pain and a wounded pride he looked up into the forest where at least a dozen more glowing eyes were fastly approaching. The rest of his allies at this point were inside or nearly inside the truck at this point.

He made the sword vanish and began sprinting towards the truck despite the pain and yelling at the top of his lungs as he did. “Drive! Drive! Drive!”

Part 1

"Porque la paga del pecado es muerte"
~ Romans 6:23


Mexico, Undisclosed Location


Nestled under the shadow of Nevado de Toluca just eighty kilometers due west of Mexico City lies a town. This town does not appear on any map and any GPS will not be able to route to it. Here resting upon soil enriched by the very fires of the Earth, atop a plateau nearly one hundred and eighty two meters tall, the elite and powerful do business. Away from the roar of the city, the prying eyes of journalists and rivals things revert to an almost simpler time. A time where success was only prohibited only by your own ambitions.

The walls of this invisible town are high, sculpted from red tinged clay cracked from general wear. Juxtaposed against sagging battlements and embrasures meant for cannon were very modern guards armed with high-caliber rifles and tactical gear watching over the landscape below. A simple dirt road snaked its way up and through the main gates where it morphed into finely carved cobble streets. Despite the shining lamp posts whose electricity was drawn from the geothermal currents beneath them and finely crafted western architecture out of a Renaissance villa, the town was much like any other mountain town. There were farmers, shepherds, weavers, and drunks, children frolicked and played in the streets. Many of these simple people had family or they themselves worked in the building which required all the additional accoutrements as it may be.

The building known simply as Un Hotel stood at the apex of the conically rising town. Built far back and away from the clay walls and surrounded by gardens and terraces which commanded a magnificent view from any vantage point that could've been desired. Despite or maybe because of its fine grace and beauty there was something. A certain clinical stateliness pervaded the premise. It was not a house of pleasure or relaxation. It was a house of business, desolate splendor refined to a point. That elite spas and saunas were barely touched, the picturesque mirror-like water of the Olympic pool remained undisturbed and untouched. The only active portion seemed to be the conference rooms and the bar were drinks were poured with a heavy hand.

It was here as twilight faded into night without notice that two men sat on the eastern terrace drinking pulques. Or at least one of them was, the other was sipping at his water splashed with lime as he was still on the job. They listened as the sounds of the nightly activities of the town floated their way up to them. The mariachi band played at the open window of the local cantina: eight violins, two trumpets, and a guitarrón. The whimsical splash of music mixed with the interlaced spurts of laughter and merriment. Harold 'Happy' Hogan pushed the glass bottle of pulques towards Tony Stark who poured himself another drinking watching his friend and bodyguard intently.

"So that went well." Hogan prompted.

What 'went well' was a deal hashed out with the Policía Federal to sell them so new equipment. A non-lethal pulsed energy projectile used to incapacitate targets and bring them in without having to pump them full of bullets.

"I guess,"

"Mhm?"

"It's just," Tony started "There was no fun in it. They didn't try to haggle or ask for a lower price. They just saw the demonstration and ordered a thousand. No resistance at all."

Hogan cocked an eyebrow upwards at Tony. "Isn't that more of a testament towards your engineering than anything else. I mean the quality speaks for itself. Saved our ass more than enough times in the Suits."

“Doesn’t mean things can’t be fun.”

They fell back into a comfortable silence intermittently broken by the sound of Happy swishing around the ice in his glass. Tony gazed downward at the pool as it reflected the dark sky. Here far away from the city it spilled outward like a broken geode, a thousand different stars and galaxies. There light scattered and bled away into the shifting reflecting darkness of the pool. The sounds of the town below muted as the band played a softer ballad with only a lone mournful trumpet filling the air. The reverie was broken as the sound of Tony's phone vibrating snapped the pair of men back to attention.

He fished the phone out of his five thousand dollar designer suit pants and looked down. He looked at Happy. "It's your ex-wife."

"Tell her I said hi."

Tony shook his head as he sat up legs quaking slightly from the pulques. "It's real strange that you two on such amicable turns. Most of my exes want to see me dead."

"It's called being an adult Tony. You should try it sometime."

Tony's response was to flip Hogan the finger and keep on walking. He fished a pair of seemingly innocuous sunglasses from his jacket pocket and placed them upon his face. Pressing a small button on the left hand side there was a flash and soon he saw the executive suite of Stark Tower, Virginia "Pepper" Potts standing in front of him arms crossed even as the heat of the night never left him.

Most would of been surprised of the hologram of Tony appearing out of nothing. For Pepper it was just another evening. "How'd it go?"

"Excellent of course. Our lawyer types just need to talk to their lawyer types and bing, bam, boom we are in business."

"That's good to hear. I was almost worried that you'd find a way to mess it all up again."

Tony pantomimed getting shot in the heart. "And when do I ever mess things up?"

Pepper sighed. "Tony,"

"But-"

"Tony."

"How was I supposed to know the President of Finland was allergic to peanuts!"

"Because I put it in the report. That you promised to read."

"Tastefully moving the topic of conversation along, how's it going?" Tony ask as Hogan in the 'real world' watched him precariously navigate the perimeter of the pool.

"Well productions at....."

Tony rolled his eyes as he listened to Pepper begin to list off the business statistics of Stark Enterprises.

"Pepper. Pepper. Pepper!" Tony began finally getting her to taper off her tangent. "I don't need to know how the company is doing. It has my name on it, of course it is doing well. I'm asking how you are doing."

"In that case," Pepper began. "I work for an incompetent man-child, I work twenty out of twenty four hours a day, I caught a grey hair this morning. So really everything is going swimmingly."

"Sounds like an average day," Tony quipped. "How's 'Project R' going?"

At the mention of this she actually managed to smile. "I mean the new suit is fantastic and who ever would've thought doing your other job would be just as easy as doing the first."

"Love you too."

"Goodnight Mister Stark."

"See you Ms. Potts."

Tony tucked the VR glasses away and made his way back over to the opposite side of the pool where Happy was still sitting. Tony slumped back into the chair the wooden creaking in protest as he did. He finished the last of the pulques in his glass in one go before he regarded Happy. "She says she wants you dead."

"Hardy har har," Happy stated, pushing himself upward before turning towards the spotless glass doors that lead back into the hotel proper. "It's getting late and we have an early start tomorrow. Might as well hit the sack."

"Yeah you go ahead. I need to get more sleeping aid before I call it." He replied, gesturing towards the empty bottle of pulques. Harold shook his head but left without a comment, knowing that arguing with Tony especially when he had a few drinks in him wouldn't get him anywhere.

After indulging himself in the warm air and buzz of the alcohol pulsing through his veins, Tony stood up and made his way inside. Crossing the threshold a chill ran down his spine, temperature regulated constantly at precisely fifteen point fifteen degrees celsius. He walked down lonesome marble hallways,painfully aware of the mechanical whirr of the cameras that followed his every move. There seemed to be no actual security in the Un Hotel only the cameras.

He still didn't know his room number eight something something but he did know every twist and turn which lead him to the lounge and more importantly the bar.and none the more important. He navigated his way through the array of tables and chairs towards the bar where he shifted his way atop of a bar stool. He ordered a paloma from the bar and idly began sketching plans for a new reactor that he was currently tampering with.

Amidst the encouragement of the cocktail and the particular issues of doing advance level physics on a small square of paper with a shitty hotel pen, he didn't notice the sound of heels tapping across the floor as they approached him. He didn't notice the distinctive sound of swishing fabric. He didn't notice until she cleared her throat behind him. A career as a superhero made it so that Tony wasn't easily surprised. He put down his pen and slowly turned over his shoulder towards the sound.

Ink black hair fell to about her waist without a strand falling out of line. A simple black dress that halted slightly above the knees. Maybe ten no twenty years younger than him and most of the other stragglers left in the bar she still managed to command the room with a level of cool confidence. She was beautiful definitely but in the type of beauty that reminded Tony of some art piece in a museum, everything about her stated feel free to look but don’t touch.

As their eyes met she gave a small smile and offered a hand.

“Whitney Frost, I have an offer we’d like to make you Mr. Stark.”


I R O N M A N

" I promise I will explain it all when we get back. I will draw you pictures, I will use puppets...but for right now, you have to just listen to me."
A N T H O N Y E D W A R D S T A R K M A Y 2 9, 1 9 7 0 (47) M A L E C H A O T I C G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

As I see it being Iron Man is something that Tony gets. It's a fairly simple job all things considered you punch, shoot, blow up, or otherwise incapacitate the bad guys. Then you smile for the cameras, get the key to the city, and call it a day. What Tony Stark doesn't get is being a functional human being. And so thus begins the tale that I would like to tell simply entitled STARK VERSUS LIFE. It's a little different with less of the focus being on his actions as Iron Man, and more on him trying to get the rest of his shit together. He's almost fifty and the longest he's ever been able to hold a relationship is about two weeks. He is still a raging alcoholic despite several attempts to go clean. Not to mention whenever he wants to retire from the whole super hero business somebody blows his house up. In the end it's a superhero story or at least a story about a superhero, but one told through the lens of Bukowski or Lowry.

N O T E S:

Tony was an original member of the Avengers underneath A.R.G.U.S. But is now something of a 'reserve member' more on his own wishes than anything else. He does offer his services though as a 'consultant' of sorts to the various superhero groups of the world providing logistical assistance.


I R O N M A N

" I promise I will explain it all when we get back. I will draw you pictures, I will use puppets...but for right now, you have to just listen to me."
A N T H O N Y E D W A R D S T A R K M A Y 2 9, 1 9 7 0 (47) M A L E C H A O T I C G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

As I see it being Iron Man is something that Tony gets. It's a fairly simple job all things considered you punch, shoot, blow up, or otherwise incapacitate the bad guys. Then you smile for the cameras, get the key to the city, and call it a day. What Tony Stark doesn't get is being a functional human being. And so thus begins the tale that I would like to tell simply entitled STARK VERSUS LIFE. It's a little different with less of the focus being on his actions as Iron Man, and more on him trying to get the rest of his shit together. He's almost fifty and the longest he's ever been able to hold a relationship is about two weeks. He is still a raging alcoholic despite several attempts to go clean. Not to mention whenever he wants to retire from the whole super hero business somebody blows his house up. In the end it's a superhero story or at least a story about a superhero, but one told through the lens of Bukowski or Lowry.

The first tale begins in Tijuana or close enough to it. Following a sampling of the local flavor that begins one bad trip both figuratively and literally.

N O T E S:

Tony was an original member of the Avengers underneath A.R.G.U.S. But is now something of a 'reserve member' more on his own wishes than anything else. He does offer his services though as a 'consultant' of sorts to the various superhero groups of the world providing logistical assistance.


I R O N M A N

" I promise I will explain it all when we get back. I will draw you pictures, I will use puppets...but for right now, you have to just listen to me."
A N T H O N Y E D W A R D S T A R K May 29, 1970 (47) M A L E C H A O T I C G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

As I see it being Iron Man is something that Tony gets. It's a fairly simple job all things considered you punch, shoot, blow up, or otherwise incapacitate the bad guys. Then you smile for the cameras, get the key to the city, and call it a day. What Tony Stark doesn't get is being a functional human being. And so thus begins the tale that I would like to tell simply entitled STARK VERSUS LIFE. It's a little different with less of the focus being on his actions as Iron Man, and more on him trying to get the rest of his shit together. He's almost fifty and the longest he's ever been able to hold a relationship is about two weeks. He is still a raging alcoholic despite several attempts to go clean. Not to mention whenever he wants to retire from the whole super hero business somebody blows his house up. In the end it's a superhero story or at least a story about a superhero, but one told through the lens of Bukowski or Lowry

The first tale begins in Tijuana or close enough to it. Following a sampling of the local flavor that begins one bad trip both figuratively and literally.

N O T E S:

Tony was an original member of the Avengers underneath A.R.G.U.S. But is now something of a 'reserve member' more on his own wishes than anything else. He does offer his services though as a 'consultant' of sorts to the various superhero groups of the world providing logistical assistance.


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The post-christmas things has also been done. Woooooooooooo
She dreamed of blood and fire. The raging inferno lighting up the abyss around her. The smoke filling her lungs with ashen remnants and obscuring her vision. She stumbled and fell hands sinking deep into the lifeless bodies below her. Her countrymen, the people that she was supposed to be protect. Dead splayed out like animals to the slaughter. Those that lived clinged to what little life they could calling out to her, moaning and writhing in pain. As she attempted to push herself up a hand wrenched itself from the crush and grabbed at her, burning skin at the touch.

Another hand rose and another and another. Ripping and tearing at her pulling her into the pile of corpses. She tried to fight back but for every limb she managed to pull away it seemed like four others had rushed up in its place. She watched as the hole that she was dragged through slowly began to fill in bodies casting her in darkness. And then there was nothing.

Her vision came to distorted and warped. Her left eye throbbing swollen shut from having smashed into the shuttle console. Pilot’s chair had ripped from its bearings with her still strapped into the seat. It was thrown backwards somewhere in the middle of the shuttle on the ceiling which had somehow along the way become the floor. The last impact had jettisoned her from her bindings having sent her sprawled across the floor. Her ears still rang and she felt her stomach lurch as whatever contents sat in her stomach had been forcibly expelled into a rather pitiful puddle. Scrunching her face in disgust her hand sliding across slick metal walls somehow managed to find enough purchase to pull herself into a sitting position. Stabbing dagger-like pain almost immediate as she tried to put pressure on her right leg. If she hadn’t already vomited from the constant titling of the world around her, she would've vomited from the sight. Tibia fractured and jutting outwards a few centimeters below the knee cap.

She tried to remember what happened but it was hazy. The memories of the attack all fading into her. Ardin... Ardin had told her to run, to release the holdings and get out. The assailant that had come after them having pushed him into a corner. The attacking ship had fired upon the shuttle as soon as it hit the open air. One of the engines blew and all she could do was try and pitch the nose upward enough so that the cockpit wasn’t crushed instantly upon impact. Which had lead her to this moment. The killers were still out there and she was next.

No. She wouldn't die here. She was Colette Van Skymning, of House Skymning. She had a lineage tracing back hundreds of years. Her ancestors had conquered kingdoms and defied the Spirits themselves and lived to tell the tale. She was not going to die scared and alone in the wreck of a shuttle. She couldn'tl. Or at least that’s what she told herself even as her hands shook and the tears flowed freely from her eyes. She took a deep breath and then another.

One step at a time. She pressed her hand against the broken leg. She then began to channel the Mist. Her heart pounded inside of her chest one wrong move, one loss of concentration and she could empty in too much Mist into her body and induce Mist Burn, too little and all would be for nought. She bit down hard on her free arm in preparation and began to push with the Mist. She could feel as the energy was forced into her bone and very slowly inch by inch the protruding flash of white was slowly forced back into the body. She bit down harder into arm feeling the cooper taste of her own blood fill her mouth. Finally after what seemed like an entirely she let it go. The bone was back in place, the pain was still there and enough would easily snap it again but if she was careful she would be okay.

It was then that she heard the footsteps. Heavy and cumbersome things crunching across scorched earth. Her mind instantly flashed back to the robots that had assaulted her ship. She quickly conjured up her bow with an arrow already being drawn. A large blade slammed through the busted door. She flinched backwards but managed to remain quiet as it was torn from its hinges. She kept the bow level waitin and waiting. The door was pulled away and backlit by the fires that raged behind him was a.... Man? She hesitated for a second and when the arrow was released it wavered from the heart and smashed into the shoulder. The man said something that fell on deaf instantly Colette released another arrow. This one was easily deflected away by the man’s massive sword. She could hear others approaching she yelled out a warning.

Another voice yelled out. What was it.... Grenade?! A small spherical object came soaring through the sky and landed easily inside the twisted hull. Colette reacted instantly Ardin’s training kick in hard and fast. The bow vanished and her hand flicked out and instantly a small glowing barrier appeared around the ‘grenade.’

The WARDENs would of noticed something at this point. An oddity that only those as highly attuned to the Mists as them would detect. For rather than the expected result of magic being used, a lessing of the Mist in the air around them as the user draw in power something else happened. The already heavy background Mist layer that surrounded them flamed up almost as if they were fueled by the girls casting. The ship above reacting to the display letting out a low groan that made the ground shake. The light from the barrier was like a torch in the abbys cutting a slice of light in the darkness.

Rather than seeing the enemy that they all envisioned they saw something else. A girl maybe their age or a little bit younger. Distinctively not from around their neck of the woods in both appearance and facial structure - the hair ink black tucked into a braid too dark and the skin a warmer palette than that seen in the mountainous lands. She looked like the enemy. She looked from them down towards the ‘grenade’ now illuminated by the light of the barrier.

“A rock?” She asked surprised. “Did you just throw a rock?!”

Setzer having wrestled Gideon off of him at this point standing back up with his sword at the ready took a step forward calling outward as he did. “Trust me lady wasn’t my idea.”

As he moved closer the girl rose her hand upward into the air, the mist flared again angrily. The arcane energy dancing and sparking off her like a live wire. Gallahad would feel the energy of his ‘flash bang’ being drawn into the angry around her like a magnetic pull. The center of her palm beginning to glow with a light the increased. “Step. Back.”

Setzer despite himself managed to halt his movement. His sword was still raised ready to charge in at a moment's notice but he called out to her. “Woah. Woah. As much as I would like to give you a thrashing with my sword here, me and my friends need some answers.”

“Answers?”

“Yeah, you know the talkin’ type.”

“Like what?” The mist still charging around her lashing outwards in small sparks of energy that bounced off of Setzer’s blade.

“Well who you are would be a good start don’tcha think?”

“You first.” Colette responded voice firm.

“Well on account of the war going on and you crashing your airship filled with Vangar soldiers here how about no.”

“I was invited here. By your King of all people. And within hours of entering your airspace, a trap is laid upon us and we are besieged. I think it is you that has some explaining to do unless the rumors of all you Rassvians being brigands and cutthroats was true, which would mean my mission her was all but pointless. Which would just add on to my list of things gone wrong today, of course. ”

Setzer raised an eyebrow at her turning to address his companions. “Invited by Balthazar? Is she crazy? Did we just pick up a crazy girl? Because I don’t deal with crazy all too well reminds me too much of my grandmother.”

Colette still holding her spell at the ready sighed and looked behind Setzer towards those that she knew were hiding out of her range of sight. “Listen. If you haven’t kill me at this point that means something. Can I please talk to somebody that doesn’t have an IQ of a fucking chipped brick?”
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