Gone

Experimental Army

"Already did." Eryx sighed, picking it back up off the table. "What are these for? There's no way you know as much about us or our abilities as we do, I only know a little of mine myself." He waves it towards his face to direct some air, the room was hot now and he'd be annoyed if he had to sweat. "What do we want with them?"

Fallout: Fall of The Brotherhood of Steel [Rebooting and Accepting]

@Natsucooldude Yea, he could've been sitting silently in the room until this point.

Fallout: Fall of The Brotherhood of Steel [Rebooting and Accepting]

@PURRfect93 Accepted.

Experimental Army

Time to enact some peacekeeping from somebody who shouldn't make it any worse.

Experimental Army

This had to stop, there was far too much crossfire. He doubted the guards and their tasers were going to be enough to stop two warring people with powers like they had. He dashed forward quickly, grabbing the final pitcher that appeared to be some kind of fruit punch, tossing it towards Ryan as he stepped between them. His eyes turned right to the ice shard flying through the air towards him, his hand darting up, smacking a single knuckle towards the white line of oxygen and busting the ice into pieces. "Do this somewhere else, it's hot, and I don't like to sweat." He says, his pupils shrinking as if he was looking through them with the cold blue eyes.

"This is over, sit down. Ryan you're a dog, and you're out of control thinking you're still the tough guy on the block. Avery stop crying and whining about how bad it is and kill yourself already you little attention whore, nobody is going to feel bad for you so get over it and stop screeching, if you want to pretend to be an adult act like one. Keep this up and the guards are going to kill you." He clasped his hands, as if charging something, he figured he could use the fear factor of them not knowing what he can do, though he didn't know all of that himself. "I so much as see you use your thumb as a lighter until we leave this room and I'll liquify your insides."

Experimental Army

@KatherinWinter Don't suppose Vlad will be able to supply retardants that can counter that fire? The non-fire users will need it to work with them.

Halo: Recovery One

"You think squirming out of that trap makes you tough, kid?" Eryx stepped forward, pushing the Spartan three with him as they were already in contact. Any resistance would only shred the ground beneath them as he refused to stop. His head tilted slightly, almost as if he was amused by the anger. "This is what I mean, about it getting in the way. You're so unbelievably caught in your own anger it hasn't occurred to you how easily I can kill you." Slowly his head came back to the other direction, voice growing gradually more cold in his respiration system. "You were lucky, the time and place, maybe you fought a little. What those people did? It was nothing, because in the end they failed, and just let more cowards go free. Nothing was gained except what we could have prevented. Keep believing they didn't know, because if you swing at me, after I'm done twisting your armor into a pretzel with you're nearly dead corpse mangled inside I'm going to show you you're wrong so it's the last thing you ever see. Tell me I'm lying." He leaned closer, his module still ticking actively to wait for resistance.

Halo: Recovery One

@Kurai Assassin Surviving is a matter of not dying, that doesn't make him by any means more powerful. I detailed via PM earlier why Eryx is suited to fight against other Spartans as well.

Halo: Recovery One

@Kurai Assassin He's triggered, much like a feminist, and his words are half as acidic as his punches. Gen one's don't have the safety equipment to prevent friendly fire or be remotely deactivated. There is every possibility of a rampage and friendly fight/kill here if 666 doesn't stand down from him. Without spoiling he was subject to psychological testing, seeing himself and other Spartans as the enemy. He's more proficient at killing other people than aliens.

Halo: Recovery One

Eryx's module triggered the moment the shotgun was pointed in his direction at such close range, quickly and with great power his fist came up, swinging towards the shotgun with easily enough force to shatter it if it connected. "Real Spartan?" He questioned, his posture maintained aside from the punch he'd sent out, though under his helmet his eyes flooded with rage. "A weak, untested wretch like you is real because he thinks he can play hero? You don't know the first thing about what real Spartans do. You're fed the same propaganda the civilians are and only get a few of the truth's while you're in the process to feel like you've actually done something with your worthless life, like the cowards they sent to reach to die. You think they didn't know every last one of you was going to die against that horde? Lambs to the slaughter for publicity where they sacrificed ODST's parading around in our armor."