[Center][color=ed1c24]Bob[/color][/center]

It flickered slightly, the keypads being depressed by a some sort of invisible force. The hallways was ghostly, as lights intermittently shone. Between the darkness and the chiaroscuro, the silent hints of a massacre were patent. The cell's containtment blast door had been bored throughoutly, and the only poor soul who had tried to hold the line in this chaotic situation, laid dead in a pool of his own blood, a red smooth surface where his face otherwise stood. Hints of red illuminated the hallway, as the large crystal floated gently on the remains of his own onslaught.

[color=ed1c24]"It needs to reach Realist. It needs those who can pierce the tide of the fleshbags. Those who were wronged shall do."[/color] Bob said as it typed in another wrong combination. It hummed in a low pitched tune, before the flickers of magic eroded the keypad into dust, unlocking the door.

[color=ed1c24]"Thus, you are free."[/color] The Burner of Batallions said, as the cells who weren't open were finally open. The power cuts had worked to his advantadge.

And then the alarms blared. A prerecorded message played. "WARNING, WARNING, OBJECT 556 CONTAINMENT BREACH, EVACUATE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATEDLY, SWORD OF MARS IS ONLINE." Bob scoffed. So, they had thought of this aswell. He had to make haste, as he pushed his natural levitation to its fastest, plasma gathering on his back as he gave himself an additional boost of speed, just to peter out mid-way.

[color=ed1c24]"It is drained from confinement." [/color]The red crystal vibrated, dejected. It was then when it felt it. The sensation of magic being released nearby. It turned around the corner in a corridor. Several sloshies, of all shapes and sizes... and with bizarre metal-crystal modifications stood... as well as larvas infused with its kin. But Bob's attention was focused elsewhere. The big source of magic. The cloaked organic.

It hummed, and activated his Plunder spell, targetting the organic. Its energy was pristine in nature and yet... it was not anything he had seen before.

[color=ed1c24]"Liquid mana in this one's slurry body. Different from us. Different from those infused."[/color] It did hummed.[color=ed1c24] "It is unfortunate, for it requires energy, and the sloshies shall provide, so it can help Realist." [/color]