[center][b]Xx------------------------xX Valhalla can wait Xx-------------------------xX[/center][/b] 'To smile at death's embrace.' An uncanny trait made infamous by the Gemellie, two alchemists who have always remained an enigma. Despite being subjected to multitude forms of psycho analysis, a conclusion never came in the form of a definite answer. A social phenomena, devoid of the norms and values which form the basis of humanity, instead following a culture created by them. As Rena keenly observed the grenade bounce towards her, the child couldn't help but smile innocently. It was unclear if she was merely adhering to her principals, enjoying the thrill or had a counter measure already in place. Before she could act a bulky figure instantly appeared in front of her, shielding the child from the impact and taking the brunt of it all himself. “Are you okay?” The Chrono simply blinked, her head tilted as she observed the giant with a confused expression. All the while the forsaken continued their onslaught, unleashing barrages of flames and lightning. Luckily any further injuries were avoided as the attacks either struck the Viking's shield or missed entirely due to the heap of dust which had accumulated from the explosion. "My big brother says jumping in an explosion isn't smart, you're a dummy!" Rena replied, an innocent giggle following the gentle insult. "Oh!" She suddenly exclaimed as she noticed Bjorn's shoulder, it was limp, clearly dislocated. While the Viking continued to defend them, Rena however decided to amuse herself by comically poking Bjorn's dislocated arm. "You have a funny arm," she chirped curiously, "it seems broken, ill fix it!" VI continued, mimicking a Frankenstein laugh before leaping onto his back and driving her palm into his shoulder. A sickening crack followed as the bone adjusted back into place. "Success," the Chrono replied feigning a menacing accent while tapping her fingers together. "Now I must find specimens to dissect!" She continued, her mismatched eyes slowly turning to the Kings who had the Asylums surrounded. "Go my monster," Rena ordered maniacally, pointing at Bjorn expecting him to take on the role of Frankenstein's Monster. Unexpectedly the child found herself staring at a confused Barnabus, her fingers tapping her temple to quickly find a befitting role for the Asylum. "And his bride!" She suddenly chirped, rather excited at finding a perfect role for the Asylum, "Bring me their limbs so I may create your diabolical offspring!" "The hell is up with that freak, is she actually role-playing?" One of the Kings spoke up, his expression bewilder almost frightened at the lunacy of it all. However he soon fell silent, a large dagger had suddenly lodged itself between his eyes. "First rule of Role-playing....you never say you are role-playing," The Chrono replied in her usual accent, innocently winking at the King's. [center][b]-------Xx--------xX-------- The Generals and their King -------Xx--------xX--------[/center][/b] "I see the flock has come to slaughter, pray to your God's this is your final stand... hounds of A.M.R.O." A deep, agonizing voice echoed through the tunnels as a large figure slowly began to approach the group of Asylums,(Siera, Fiora, Cameron, Jax, Aden, Rich, Sel) a massive blade being dragged behind him. "You cunts may have slaughtered my forces in the outskirts. Look at you fuckers now, no alchemy and limited ammunition." As the man continued to draw near, his visage soon became clear, a familiar foe. Three quarter of his face appeared to have burn marks and where once was his left hand, now a giant blade had been alchemically grafted. It was none other than the man who had dared to perform the forbidden sacrificial alchemy. And now he stood there, Gadrael of the Council of Four, a man whose alchemic capabilities were considered frightening even before commuting the great taboo. No longer a man, now a monster stood before the Asylums, a monster who commanded a legion. Behind Gadrael, three other soldiers followed their King's stride. Tall soldiers who bore no resemblance to the fodder which were the foes the Asylums had been defeating. These men could only be called warriors, trained brutally a kin to Asylums so as to kill the Asylums, the [url=http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/6fca8e3a4b893a7962622af9942d5473/http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l134/DhampirYue/Male%20Anime/ShadowWarrior4.jpg]Generals.[/url] "Enough talk, time to die!" With this command each of the Generals instantly charged at one of the Asylums, their blades burning a surreal glow which appeared to possess a disorienting effect, warping a person’s senses and judgment. While Gadrael's forces wreaked havoc, the King himself appeared to join the fray. His spiteful eyes singling out any unfortunate Asylum, his pupils madly bouncing from hound to hound till finally laying still, the silent Asian had been marked. "Turn to ash...bitch!" Gadrael screamed, traversing the distance between him and Fiora in mere seconds with his large fist greeting the woman's face with the concussive force to shatter a wall. However he already knew the Asylum would be able to dodge the attack, though the sheer focus needed would make the Asylum unable to foresee the hundreds of icicles that she will be bombarded with. [b][center]-------Xx------xX------- Dwelling with an Angel? -------Xx------xX-------[/center][/b] [i]"How many of you are there?"[/i] "Not as many as you are thinking," Angel casually replied as he appeared to unintentionally pass the trio on his way to his partner, a trail of bloody footsteps behind him. "From looking at you I am guessing you are a dweller? The glamorous life in a sewer doesn't suit you child." He continued, speaking to the girl with an unsympathetic almost arrogant tone. "I believe I read the files on your people. They once formed a prominent and peaceful faction which was suddenly shattered without explanation. The remnants of your broken line fled, I believe some even attempted to get A.M.R.O to aid them. A pity A.M.R.O isn't known for its charity. I suppose I can offer you some solace in the fact that even A.M.R.O doesn't what destroyed your faction....but...I might." As soon as Angel whispered the last two words, a gentle and yet somewhat frightening smile spread across his calculative face. "But...you know what they say, nothing is free my dear."