Mortis, he knew of what was happening. But, he held hope..something long lost to him, that the likes of Asura, Rick, and this Bird fellow could in fact hold off this singular nightmare. He felt the armada of fear and darkness coming to attack them...fear...horror...These emotions stung into his mind, like a blade into flesh..piercing something volatile. This surge of familiar darkness...dug up something....

	"No...please, not her, anything but her! Strike me, cut me, crush me, kill me...just leave my little girl alone..."
			"....You..she's...she's...dead......my little..girl...."
					
						"........I'm sorry......"
I'm sorry.....

I'm sorry.....

I'm sorry........I will....AVENGE YOU!
	
	Mortis flies even further into a frenzy, letting out a roar of absolute berserk. He rushes past the creature that Asura was dealing with, not thinking. He charged towards the hoard of nightmares, and demons. His hammer held high, he becomes a typhoon of destruction, the rage pulsing off of him like heat, disrupting the flow of other emotional energies near by. This was of course un-intentional, as he had little control over himself at the moment. His hammer would strike true, crushing that under it. For each demon he destroys, for each bone he crushes, he may endure a stab, a slash, a blunt strike, shattering something within him. He could not care less, as his rage dulled his pain to nothingness.

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	Rick watched as Mortis rushes past the apparent threat, to go fight something off in the distance...whatever.
"Hey, scarecrow.....If anyone here is going to be collecting debts, it's me, for your cunt of a boss wasting my time..." Rick says, walking forwards, tearing though these threads like tissue paper. While the others had fear injected into their hearts, Rick felt..nothing. Fear, terror, these emotions could not start to touch the darkened heart of the man become monster. 
	His strange suit began to shift color, going from checkered, to pure white, as he drew a weapon. An absurdly large pistol, hidden within this coat. He holds the trigger down on the strange looking weapon, no projectile yet firing. Slowly, an energy bolt forms deep in the barrel, blue. Releasing the trigger, the huge bolt of radiation was let loose, as he charged up another shot, continuing his approach,  a malice shown in his steps.
	"After I kill you, I'm going to pay this Lucy a visit.... Maybe kill her....or I'll do far worse...maybe I'll make an example of her.....like I did a few weeks ago. Wish to hear of that event? Maybe it'll teach you to respect me..no..wait..fear, me." Rick says, grinning widely as he moves forwards.