[@Wraithblade6][@Absolis][@Supertinyking][@Nightknight]
[center][h2] - Viral - [/h2][/center]

As he dove forward, his enemies moved towards him. The necromancer's spell had not faltered, Viral was blind as a bat. But he was a Beastman, and his other senses were more than enough to orient himself. He heard the sound of wings, and knew his opponent was upon him. He felt the movement of the air, and smelled the sulphuric stench of his estranged red brethren. Twisting he slipped downwards, balancing on his hands as he curled quickly in a ball. Like a bolt of lightning he then stretched out, using the full force of his body to drive his heel into the face of his oncoming adversary. The big red creature was heavy, especially with the primitive metal armour it wore, but Viral was stronger than a normal human, and the blow was expertly placed. Such a kick would have killed a human, but the devil was merely pushed back, perhaps bruised, as Viral once more landed on his feet.

The necromancer spoke, as Viral hissed, his charge broken. Devil. He had heard the term before, referring to the red beastmen. It was a strange name, but one fitting for the savage barbarians that had forgotten their true legacy as the sons of Lord Genome. This Asmodeus was no doubt a usurper, a being with decent power who had taken Genome's place, leading this estranged colony. Or perhaps he was another variation of Lord Genome, from another universe. An inferior one, no doubt. The entire concept of the multiverse was rather dizzying, so Viral simply retained his dedication to his cause, and forced the rest to the back of his mind. Right now, all that mattered was this fight, and to ascertain HIS Lord's dominance over this world.

With those things said, Viral turned to face the 'devil' Firebrand. This big red creature had been gunning for him from the start, and he doubted he'd be able to close with the necromancer with that thing in the air. And even if he did, he disliked the idea of a 2v1 in close quarters. "And you! Red one! Face me, in personal combat. You will pay for what you did to Enki." Uncaring for any reply Firebrand might offer he shot forward, making a surprisingly high jump to close the distance with his opponent, aiming to grab onto the devil's wings or legs, and clambering onto him. If he was able to cut off the wings, that would give him a severe advantage.