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He was sure that someone, somewhere was laughing at him, tracking where his anchor had ended had taken longer than expected and on top of that started raining, then the moment he picked it up an explosion went off behind him. He was too far to be blown over but still close enough to feel the sheer force of the explosion.

His annoyance turned to terror when he looked at the monster with his friend in its hand.


[quote=Kass]
[Color=Green]“Captain, this is his full power of Zigmund, I can sense it through the water.  His affinity is the same as mine.  Our friend will need our help to fight and defeat him.”[/color]  He looked around the battlefield for his tower shield and spotted it many yards away from himself.  [Color=Green]“Captain, I will try and lure the battle away from Adam.  If you have any ideas, I put my trust in your capable hands. “[/color] He began to run but stopped to quickly say what was on his mind to James.  [Color=Green]“You remind me of Areleth and the stories my mother Anne used to say about him in his younger days.”[/color]
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Barracker words felt like a gun against his head.

What could they do? [i]Calm down![/i] what could they do!? [i]Calm down![/i], WHAT COULD THEY DO!!!??? [i][b]CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!![/b][/i] A swallow breath and the thoughts kept rushing furiously through his head, the enemy was faster than them, stronger than them, had a way to make himself temporarily invulnerable, could create weaponry from the environment, was more experienced, and had seemingly just gotten a boost from the rain.

Sure, killing him, no big deal.

FUCK

Kass was still waiting for his response [b]"Buys us time! There is a way to deal with him we just need to figure out how!"[/b] He nodded at his answer, swift indeed, and without waiting for a moment he launched himself towards Adam, he was out of Lesser restores but he could still heal.

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, anchor haphazardly held over his shoulder, thankfully that bastard was too busy engaging in combat to notice him. Reaching Adam was as relieving as it was stressful, the younger man was a mess, broken bones, laryngeal trauma, bruises on top of bruises, and most likely a mild concussion. He did what he could before casting Increase Healing Speed, there... there was a risk that his injuries may heal wrong, he tried to set things right as well as he could but without the time to do surgery there was a big risk. But his life was more important, better to give him a chance to fight once more than let him be a sitting duck.

Now back to that fucking glaring problem.

Zigmund, how could they defeat him? They needed something with enough power to put him down permanently but what could they us- voices, who- there, Zell was saying something, it was faint and he couldn't make what he was saying but the gesture, someone else may have mistaken it as a goodbye between two people, but he knew Zell, the tough bastard was not the type to give in to desperation, rage yes, grief maybe but fear? Not in a thousand years. A memory came back to him, of a night full of laughter and drink and at the end of it-

Power.

A plan was beginning to unfold in his mind.

He cast another Source Infusion and started running towards the enemy he couldn't hope to defeat [b]"Bastard! Motherfucker! Die fucking ogre!"[/b] He wondered if they would understand the call back- and the message attached to it, just like before, a distraction, an attacker, and a sensible person. Of course, that guy was too smart and experienced to fall to the same strategy as an ogre.

That was why it was good he had, how had Zell put it? Ah yes, 'a party trick for every occasion'

How apt.

All his Blessing until now had required him to say a chant, but this one, he had the feeling this one didn't require it. So even as his mouth continued to sprout obscenities his mind crafted a different message. 

Finally he reached Zigmund, the little part of his mind that still could ponder such matters wondered why would the monster allow him to approach? Maybe because it knew that he couldn't do anything to damage him? Well jokes on him, he knew he was a bitch in melee combat anyways. He swung his weapon fully knowing that it was doomed from the start, but it didn't matter, whether it was a punch or a stab that he received in return was irrelevant, contact was made and the Blessing triggered.

[abbr=Please help us understand!]"Oh Lathop, Whisperer in the Void, Messanger Divine, give right to our connection true, share our communion and grant us E̶̹͕̤͓̲͌̈͆̿͆ņ̶̛̤̠͚̤̆̓͌̓̈́̒l̸̤͈̣̣͓̘̺̞̗̟͌̋̐̿͠͠ỉ̶̧̨̤͓̙̬̠͐̀̃͂̀̃̊̔̾̈̕g̵̡̜̖͙͍̥̹̟͎͙̱̞̘̈́̀̒̑͋̃̎̌̎̐̀͊͑̒̕ẖ̷͙̼̭̣̖̥̫̝̜͛̾̍̈̾̊̂͛͘͝ţ̷̰̯̼̖̰̝͍͇̻̣͍̩͌̕m̷̛͍͂͆̈́́͠ë̷͚̳̗͙̝̠̤͚͖́n̸̢̡̪̺͖̫̹̯̜͖͇̜͙̋͂ͅͅt̶̛̬̠̞͇̱͌̈̐͗̀̉̊̿̒͛"[/abbr]

In that moment...

James [i]saw[/i] [abbr=The Shadow Behind the Stream]Zigmund[/abbr]

And

Zigmund [i]saw[/i] [abbr=The Sacred Jester of the Gods]James[/abbr]