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Bio

Facts about me:
1. I like writing.
2. I like cats.
3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 25 years old.
5. I have graduated college.
6. I'm trying to get better at drawing.
7. I'm a dude.
8. I eat far too much cheese.

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Rurik's jaw dropped slightly agape as he watched the portal fizzle out and vanish.

That. Bitch.

Then she had the audacity to claim that she needed new friends while trying to... seduce him?

“I don't.” Pap. Rurik lifted his palm to block her face. He'd have proceeded to push her away, but he was given a quick and painful reminder that his wrist was still sprained or something, so instead he just casually ducked under her arm. “Well, uh, I'll see you guys later then.” He gave them a quick two finger salute, turned on his heel, and began trying to walk away.

He was then forced to let out a tired sigh when a flash of light went off and next thing he knew Alto was next to him, light-sword held to his throat.

“Really, dude? See this? This is why people want to stab you.”

“You helped my attacker escape. You're guilty.”

“Orrr I got your attacker away from you. You could say I was helping... from a certain point of view.”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine. You're lucky I'm too tired to kick your ass, Ribs.” Rurik rolled his eyes and turned back around. As he did so he “playfully” patted Alto on the side with the back of his hand... right where the boy had been stabbed.

Alto pursed his lips and did his best not to flinch. He'd been bandaged and healed, but it was still sore.

“Sit down and... be quiet,” Alto spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to show that he was in pain.

“Whatever.” Rurik did at least sit down cross-legged. “When do I get my phone call? I get a phone call, right?”

It was at this point that Alto began to wonder in earnest if capturing the other boy had been worth it...


"Uhuh..." Rurik mumbled almost drunkenly as Bak picked him up and thanked him. He was still processing the fact that he'd somehow survived. Things went very quickly after that. A strange, blood-soaked... girl? Showed up and healed them all. Her body was certainly feminine enough anyway.

Well, he was never one to say no to an easy solution.

He managed to get himself put back down and clenched his formerly injured fist-

". . . ow." He clenched his teeth. OK, so it was still kinda sore.

Around then, David offered to teleport them out of there.

"Great idea. This place sucks," Rurik said plainly.

"Not so fast," Alto interrupted.

"Wait, did he really just say-"

"One of your... associates tried to kill me. Not only that, you two helped him escape afterwards. I think you should stay..." Alto narrowed his eyes.

"Are you still hung up on that?" Rurik's shoulders sagged tiredly. Alto's scowl only deepened in response. Rurik took a step toward the luminous boy, but not before shooting a "look" Dart's way, silently urging him to do whatever it was he did. "Look, Alto... it's just... have you ever considered that if you weren't such a prick, people wouldn't try to kill you?"

The audacity of his suggestion actually seemed to give Alto pause, if only to try and comprehend the fact that he'd actually just said that.

"You know very well I did nothing to provoke that."

"Ehhhh, didn't you though?" Rurik, however, was committed to the act.

Alto crossed his arms. "I don't have to prove anything to you."

"I don't know, you are trying to detain me."

"Regardless of his motivations, he-" Alto stopped and pinched this bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. His ribs were aching and this was not what he wanted to be dealing with right now.

"And come to think of it, Vittorio is the only one who tried to kill you and he's not here. We however saved you, so even if we were guilty, which is still up for debate, aren't we even now?

"That's... not... how that works." Alto spoke slowly, trying not to lose his cool.

"Come on, all's well that ends well, right?" Rurik threw on an exaggerated smile.

"He has a point. We were all allies in the end, weren't we?" King spoke up. "And you can hardly blame them for trying to save their comrade."

"Please stay out of this," a now very tight lipped Alto responded.

Rurik, thankful for the extra distraction, was really hoping that Dart was about ready to go by now. He was running out of ways to be annoying.

Well, not really, but there was no way Alto would let him keep this up for much longer.


The convergence of events were rather fortunate for Rurik. One less factor, or one second longer, and he might've cashed it all in at that very moment. As it was... well it still wasn't a pleasant outcome.

Poor D'artagnan would share in this outcome unfortunately. The big man's fist crashed down on the shield. It did not reflect it like it normally would have. It just sort of dispersed the energy... all of it... in every direction.

Rurik felt himself get flattened to the ground, all the air in his lungs fleeing. D'artagnan wouldn't have fared much better in his direction, though it would have been marginally better than the direct hit Rurik received.

The cultist himself? He took a step back as the force of his own attack rebounded into him, if only partially. He looked around at the strange field they stood in, then back at the boy who'd intercepted his attack. Somehow he was alive. How? He didn't understand what exactly had just happened, but he knew it was yet another, infuriating obstacle.

He also saw that he had some sort of... circle drawn onto his chest. It didn't seem to be doing anything, though, so he wasn't worried. A moment later though and he heard an accelerating whirring noise. This was followed by bullets once again harmlessly pinging off of his body. It was as useless as the last time and this time there were far fewer bullets, but it was getting on his nerves.

To further aggravate him, the boy with the energy shield was getting back up. At least the strange machine girl seemed hesitant to keep shooting while he was in the way. It made it easier to think.

"What... that it...?" Rurik panted. "Come on... I don't need... more than one arm... for you..." He clenched his unbroken hand into a fist. The cultist scoffed and stepped forward, raising his own fist as if to just smack Rurik away. At that moment Rurik burst forward and slammed his fist into the cultist, landing a surprise attack first.

The man didn't budge.

"Oh..." Rurik swallowed hard. And then the big man's fist did indeed land. Rurik spun around, twice, and staggered back. It... had hurt less than expected but he was still seeing stars. He fired a short barrage of bolts, but they pinged harmlessly off the man as he marched forward unperturbed. Rurik burst to the side, though he nearly fell over from the sudden movement, his head still swimming.

Even so, he did his best to focus and blasted the man at close range, but it was like water washing over rock. Maybe in 100 years it'd actually have done damage. The big man turned and slammed Rurik across the jaw again. Again Rurik spun about, but before he could stagger away, he was grabbed by his hair and thrown back onto the ground at the man's foot before said foot then stomped down on his chest.

"Pathetic. You're no fighter, you're a wild animal that's learned to play with fire!" He could hear bullets whizzing past him again, the girl trying to stop him, but it was in vain. Half of her shots weren't even connecting in her panic.

"Say... that... to my... face..." Rurik choked out, ever defiant. And then, with a grunt, the man obliged, grabbing him by the shirt collar and hoisting him into the air, face-to-face with him. His other hand was lifted, ready to pulverize Rurik's face one more time. Strange field or not, he'd make sure this one was done.

"Can't... believe... that worked..." Rurik coughed and lifted his hand. WAP! he slapped it weakly against the big man's mask. If anything... it just made the cultist clench his fist tighter.

BOOM!

And suddenly the cultist was rocked back as his mask seemed to detonate. He was thrown back, clear of the strange energy field, sliding to a stop on his back. He lay there for just a moment, but then sat straight up. His mask was slowly knitting itself back together with red, demonic energy, though one could see the fury in his eyes before the mask once more obscured them.

Rurik also landed sitting up, looking at the cultist as he once more rose, shrugging off the attack he'd just taken.

"I am... 110%... done." Rurik groaned and flopped onto his back. That was it. If they died, they died. He was just so tired. Life had hurt way less when he'd avoided anything resembling heroics. He should probably regret it or something.

"Enough!" a voice rang out, "You'll lay not one more hand on these children!" Gloria dashed to stand between the man and the energy field and the students within. She'd been tossed about by all the big attacks, but finally she'd regained her feet.

A flash of light and Alto seemingly materialized at her side, light-blade brandished in the shape of a claymore. King flew over next to her right, his beam saber humming away dangerously. The Mephisto's troop had certainly bought time if nothing else. If Rurik had had any reason to think they'd accomplish something, he might have felt relieved.

"Oh... I will do far more than that!" He didn't care anymore. The veil could collapse in on him if it had to! He'd reduce everything before him to ash! The burning lightning encircled his whole body. It began to be hard to even see him, the whole world seeming to distort around him, as if existence itself was trying to run away.

But then a portal split open next to him.

"My... lord?" It was another masked man, the one that had "fled" from Andreim. "You seem worse for wear. I can't imagine it was these... children?"

"Mind your own business!" the big man growled.

"My lord, please, you're quite disheveled and the veil here is becoming rather stiff. You've left your mark, I believe it is time we go on our way. No doubt we've drawn much attention to this location."

". . ."

"All goes well, do not worry."

"Very well." The lightning faded from his body even as he stared at Gloria and the group behind her. "It seems fate has not yet caught up to you." With that he turned on his heel and stepped through the portal. The other man seemed to smirk at them even behind the mask and followed suit, the portal closing behind them.

For the time being -- it was finally over.


"Hey!" Cassius shouted as he stood. "You! Uh, Clara?"

"That is my name..." She responded somewhat impatiently.

"What happened to Kath?! What..." He looked around and saw the extent of the damage. The area was soaked for some reason, but then the nearby tree was in cinders. Also part of the park had just been completely torn up. "What happened here? What did you do?!"

"Well... let's see..." She turned to him and took a few steps closer. "I did nothing. That said, it would seem her sister's boyfriend fought her and nearly killed her before another student from our school absconded with her... Thobias I believe." She told him. "Does that explanation suffice?"

"Wh-what?! K-k-k- B-but you said almost. Sh-she's alive?" He suddenly felt a bit shaky.

"Last I knew. Though if I recall, none of Thobias's abilities are medical in nature, and that's assuming his intent was even to help her. With how she was bleeding I can't say how long she'll last," Clara said.

"Uh... umm..." Cassius whole body buzzed as waves of sickening stress and worry flooded through him. Thobias... why was that name familiar? He felt Katherine might have complained about him once or twice, but she never really wanted to go into detail about him.

That didn't make him feel better.

If he was a Mephisto and Kath didn't like him, didn't that just make him another enemy!? ANd why had Rurik attacked her? She'd already been so badly hurt! He was dating her sister, dammit! If anything happened to Kath...

"Where did they go!?"

"I couldn't say."

"WELL WHICH WAY THEN!?"

"Thobias is a teleporter. I really couldn't say," Clara didn't so much as flinch as he shouted.

"W-well... but... why are you even telling me anything?" Cassius's shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Because..." Clara stepped closer to him. "I figure we're in a similar situation now. Unable to take another move. What harm is there?"

"Oh..." Had... they not been working together then? Clara and the others? It wouldn't surprise him. They were a whole lot of backstabbers... right? But then again back at the hotel they'd all worked together to fight the demon. Convenience he supposed. Allies one minute, enemies the next when being friendly no longer suited them. "Thanks... I guess."

"Hmm..." Clara tilted her head. "You are welcome I suppose. I appreciate your cordiality. St. Laurels acts like a shining beacon of perfection, but so few of you actually live up to that in the end. It's disappointing in a way. It's almost nice to see someone act the part."

"Errr..." Cassius had no idea how to react to that.

"Well, if you ever find them as disappointing as I do... we always welcome those with power and ambition. You have both, don't you... what was it... Cassius?"

"Just because I'm being polite doesn't mean I'd ever want to join your school." Cassius narrowed his eyes.

"Ah, and so more disappointment." Clara shrugged. "Farewell, Cassius. And do try to keep your cool. Simply accept that there is nothing you can do and steel yourself for the future. You were polite, so you've earned a morsel of advice." And with that she began walking away. Once she was clear of witnesses she'd make her move back toward the arena.

Something was happening there.

The Arena



The hail of bullets slammed into him, but they seemed to bounce off of his magic warding, barely doing more than stinging him. Still, he must have felt it. He flinched, that brief moment saving Alto's life in the end. Nanaca landed on him with meteoric force, dropping the man to a knee. Even still under the withering barrage of bullets, however, he slowly began to rise.

However, his arms seemed to be hanging limply at his sides. It seemed Nanaca had dislocated both his shoulders in one go. His fingers twitched as he fought to ball his hands into fists.

These... these... children. These damnable children were hurting him? Him? His lords chosen? The one who stood at the top?

It seemed they'd done something admirable. They'd completely and utterly shattered his composure.

However, it remained to be seen if that was actually a good thing.

He let out a furious roar, stomping his foot down, the resulting shockwave intended to throw anyone left too close to him back. Alto would have been included, but in a flash he managed to throw himself clear, sliding to a stop on his knee at a safe distance... but not really. The huge man turned his head and his enraged bellow increased tenfold in decibel as his roar began to tear at the fabric of reality again, sweeping his gaze across the group, aiming to batter them all back and throw them to the ground.

He balled his hands into fists as his roar ceased, and in one mighty flex both his shoulders popped and crunched back into place.

"You had your chance to escape as witnesses. Now... none of you will leave alive..." Once more. He could do it at least once more, if only a little. The burning lightning crackled around his fists again. He wouldn't just pummel them -- he'd erase them. He Leapt forward with inhuman force and speed, aiming to land upon Bak and Dart wherever they'd ended up and turn them to dust.



Rurik's head was spinning. He'd been guiding Yuuto away when suddenly the crazy man had started screaming at them and the two had been knocked over. It seemed they'd been on the edge of whatever attack had been launched, but even so it had been enough to knock the two unsteady and unsuspecting boys to the ground.

Rurik opened his eyes and found himself face-to-face and on top of Yuuto.

"Um, uh, don't worry, I'd buy you dinner first if I was gonna do something," Rurik muttered and pushed himself off of Yuuto. He began to do his best to haul him back up again only to overhear the cultist's threat. He looked back and didn't like what he saw brewing. No one seemed to be in position to intercept him -- not in time.

Except... maybe...

"This is gonna suck, but you gotta get out of here. See if you can find Clara again!" Rurik said and suddenly pressed his hand to Yuuto's back. Unfortunately he didn't have a large backpack to protect him like Bak had. Suddenly he'd have felt a massive force propel him clean to the edge of the arena, near one of the exits that fortunately was only half caved in rather than entirely. It would aggravate the hell out of his existing injuries but probably not cause any new ones... Or at least nothing major.

And at least he was well clear of the crossfire by now.

Rurik hoped he could move well enough to find his way back to Clara before too long. Any beholders that had been in the area had almost certainly been killed off by now. If not by Alto then by the massive explosion that had smashed the arena.

And then Rurik saw the big man dig his heel in. Maybe... maybe maybe maybe.

In a burst, Rurik shot back in. He skidded to a halt in front of Bak and David, shield already deploying but it was only at that moment that he realized what he was going to be trying to block. His shield might as well have been an umbrella before a typhoon.

"Oh... fuck." Why did he keep trying to play hero today? He had a feeling this time it'd cost him more than an arm and his dignity...



Rurik looked at Yuuto. What exactly did Bak want him to do? Yuuto was huge and Rurik was down to one arm. However, it gave him an excuse to get out of here...

"Hey, you're a big, tough snow bee, right?" Rurik said to Yuuto. "Can you at least stand?" Rurik figured if Yuuto could stand he could probably lean on him to walk if he needed.

As he was trying to get Yuuto back on his feet, his attention was drawn back to the fighting as it ramped back up.

Yuuto needed to get away, sure... but could he really just walk away from this?

. . . Of course he could! Since when was this something he would even consider? Yet consider he did.

(TL Note: Snow bee = shinobi. Rurik still can't do japanese.)

The Arena



"Oh? You're still going to fight?" The big man shook his head. "Just like cornered anim-" BOOM! His face disappeared beneath a cloud of smoke as Bak's cannon blasted him. Bak's unusual arsenal seemed to have caught him off guard. Alto's attacks struck next, but behind the smoke it was hard to say how much damage had been done.

However, a moment later he fell to a knee. Alto's blade stuck out of his back, blood running down his side from where the hyperlight stream had struck as well. But he was still moving. He lifted his head, one eye now visible from where Bak's cannon had broken his mask. It was... perfectly human looking. A simple, brown eye.

A weak chuckle escaped. His sides shook as he laughed, but then his hands clenched, laughter turning to growls of effort and anger.

"Oh... very well..." The red markings that covered his skin flared with new intensity. The humanity soon fled as the sclera of his eye turned black. "You must not be left with hope."

Meanwhile, Alto didn't care to find out what that meant. The blade disappeared from the man's side as Alto remade it in his hand. He then covered the distance in an instant with one light-speed dash. Meanwhile, King also flew in from the other side. Both aimed their blades toward the man's neck.

It was unfortunate that Alto could not land a killing blow at light-speed. He had to return to normal speed to strike with all his power. The huge cultist roared and surged to his feet, throwing his arms out like a massive bird spreading its wings. The back of his fist caught Alto moments before his blade could strike and sent him tumbling into the air. King was a bit less committed and pulled back, letting the man's fist fly by. He took aim again, but rather than strike was forced to deactivate his weapon.

Alto had been snatched out of the air by his ankle and flung into King like a living flail. Had he left his saber lit he'd have cut the boy in half. As King was flying back the way he came, Alto was slammed to the ground at the man's feet who then lifted both fists high, ready to slam them down and turn Alto to paste...
The Arena



The cannons fired and the projectiles screamed toward the masked man. The runes on his skin suddenly flared, engulfing him in a blazing, red light. He threw his arms out and split seconds before he was struck a massive, gaping wound was torn in the veil.A huge, red portal opened up and swallowed every shot that come at him. A high pitched ringing would assault everyone's ears almost as if the world itself was screaming in pain. Through the portal one could see a barren, discolored version of the regular world.

One could feel the ground tremble slightly as the blasts struck the mirrored ground beyond the gaping portal.

The masked man turned his head to look at Alto. His expression was hidden, but the look was taunting.

Knowing.

His hands relaxed and opened.

The rip in space shuddered and then rapidly shrank until it closed, but it didn't stop there. That point kept shrinking and shrinking, warping their vision as that one spot became a pinpoint.

"MOVE!" Off to the side, Gloria had come to her senses, though everything hurt. She tackled King, throwing herself and King forward and to the ground.

A moment later, it all finally snapped back. Everything went silent as their ears would be overwhelmed by the sudden boom. The arena stands were flattened, caving into the hollowed spaces beneath them. The upper level of the arena fared even worse, shattering and showering the surrounding streets and buildings with debris.

In the center of the chaos it was eerily safe, they would barely feel a thing as the world around them was torn apart. The warship would be lucky to stay airborne, let alone hold even remotely steady as the explosion rippled through it should it fail to pull back.

Those in the medical pavilion would feel the explosion rattle them, the walls around them cracking, but they were deep enough into the arena to stay relatively safe.

"Ahhh, so glad the rest of you could come and witness this," the man slowly turned to face the group that had just teleported in. Even as he spoke, his body heaved with each breath. Clearly causing such devastation had taken a toll on his stamina. "Look closely and remember well what will soon befall this whole, wretched city!"

A Certain Explosive Kid

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One, ragged boy ran through the streets. Suddenly ahead he saw a trio of strange men in masks and robes. On sight, they suddenly turned and drew curved knives on him. In response, he jumped and cocked a fist back.

What was he doing? Was he really punching his way into a knife fight? The cultists found this laughable.

SNAP!

An explosion blasted out behind the boy and his rocketed fist first into one, knocking him into the other two before another blast sent all three skidding and bouncing into the distance, their scorched bodies leaving a trail of smoke in their wake.

"OUT OF MY WAY! I'M COMING KATH!" Cassius sprinted onward. Finally he made it to the park. It had taken him a while to figure out exactly where he had to go, but eventually he'd been able to pick up on the commotion int he distance... though quite frankly there was a lot of commotion going on right now.

Just as he got there -- everyone left. Only Clara remained.

"OH COME ON!" He fell to his hands and knees, punching the ground. The exertion of such a long sprint finally hit him and he couldn't even find the strength to immediately get back up. Clara or no, he wasn't backing off. He'd make her tell him what was going on!

And then he felt it. A shock-wave passed through him and then the echoing BOOM! followed a second later. He turned his head to see the arena flying apart in the distance, an ominous red glow lighting it all up before fading a moment later.

"Wh-...what?"



"It's fine. I can walk. Don't worry about it..." Rurik spoke lazily from atop Bak's backpack, already having given in to being carried.

"'Sup." Rurik said as David was hauled up by Bak after fearfully protesting. Then he started freaking out... again. "Dangerous? Crisis? What cri-" And then the world flipped and they were back in the arena. "-sis?!" Rurik's eye twitched rapidly. ". . . gettin' real sick of this shit."

And then literally everything exploded.

Rurik felt like he must have stopped breathing for a solid minute. Finally he took a long, deep breath and let it out, just slumping weakly over Bak's shoulder.

He was so done with today.
Arena Outskirts



The newcomer saved the multiplying cultist, but another newcomer saved the two children, causing the tentacled cultist to focus on... Him? It? ...instead. He growled beneath his mask. His master had given him a gift! How could he fail!? No, he'd at least make some sort of statement. He would assist his masked brother to the best of his ability and then perhaps they could see to those brazen children if there was still time.

As Gilliam sunk his teeth into one cultist, he would suddenly find himself beset by the other's clones. They did not stab or punch or claw at him, they simply ran at him with no concern for their own safety and grabbed hold -- before pulling at their own masks to tear them off. Even with one hand, their grip was surprisingly strong.

Their master's gift was a valuable thing.



The Arena



Reacting to the attack itself was nearly impossible, but Alto had to aim it first, so its trajectory was clear enough. He threw up his arm, the attack striking the back of his fist. It stung like a son of a bitch, penetrating his defenses and drawing blood, at it was better than letting it hit his vitals. With a growl, he then swung that fist around, spinning all the way until he faced King. The air seemed to fold in on itself along his arms path, then unraveling into a wave of force that surged out at Alto and King, throwing them away if they didn't get clear.

"Such gifted children..." He raised his hand to the sky, and the burning lightning began to surge above him once more, the veil fit to burst at any moment. "But do you know what it is to struggle and claw? To truly fight? I will teach you. Let us see if you survive to learn from this lesson!" They had potential, and so he knew that if he got the chance he must snuff them out. Suddenly, that same burning energy crawled across his fingers and he tore at the fabric of the world around him. What followed was no simple shockwave, but the whole arena trembled, the ground seeming to become rubber as it rippled.

Anyone caught in it would feel as if their teeth would shatter from the impact of it. Whoever was unfortunate to be closest to him when it was over would soon find the hulking man bearing down on them like a freight train.

He had to end this quickly, before the veil put itself back together.
The Arena



Fast. Even for the huge, masked man, that was all that he had time to think as Alto blitzed the gap between them and struck from behind. Striking form behind was as good a tactic as any, it was a vulnerable spot. And an obvious one. He lifted a leg and stomped as Alto made to strike. The resulting ripple sent through the veil should have been enough to push the boy away, but still... he was fast.

He felt the tip of the blade scratch him even as his own attack shoved the boy away. Predicting and actually having the time to react to such an attack were two different things. He would have to be careful with this one.

"I see. So you are dangerous," the man said. "Very well... I will take this seriously." He turned to take a step toward Alto but then blipped out of existence.

The man found himself in that next instant in a strange world where everything was died a fiery, orange hue and everything in the distance was obscured by a menacing haze. He could still see the world he'd just left but it was barren and empty. But at the same time, the veil was in tatters here. When he looked carefully he could see faint shadows cast by those on the other side.

He took a moment to circle the shadow that denoted where Alto stood. He could not contemplate long, stepping in and out of Limbo had a tendency to cause the veil to fight back and repair itself. And so he stopped in front of the boy and reared his head back before surging back into reality, already loosing a world-shaking roar to buffet Alto.
With Andreim & Lise



Lise's shadows met the copies. It seemed an even battle, if not in Lise's favor. That was, at least, until Andreim attacked. The spike of ice skewered the one in the back, but the body dissolved to energy. That energy flew into the remaining four who suddenly surged back against Lise's shadows.

One quickly shoved their shadow opponent away and ran off to the side, trying run away from the area that was covered in water.

Meanwhile, the ice pillars that Andreim had thrown up to block the fire began to shatter. The fire thrower had begun charging up larger balls of fire that were now strong enough to punch through the ice, though it clearly took him much longer to throw these. The pillars now gone, the next fireball would be on a course for Andreim once more.

And then suddenly an explosion burst from amid the battle of clones and shadows. One of the copies had torn their mask off and then blown up. The other two remaining copies made to leap upon their shadowy opponents before doing the same, attempting to take the shadows with them.

No doubt they'd soon be replaced if they didn't find a way to stop the source.

It was a safe-guard. If a cultist lost their mask in battle, they'd explode so as not to be identified. The copies shared this, but had nothing to lose and thus it became a weapon. But it was a weapon that could be felt by some...

The Medical Pavilion



"Necromancer? How droll..." This new one might be more of a threat. He tried to direct the draugr after him instead... but it no longer obeyed. He grit his teeth behind the mask. "How unfortunate." Well, the boy wasn't entirely wrong. The dead and dying made excellent tools.

Another glowing circle was weaved into the air before shooting out. The whole room flashed as the current ran through it. The cultists that had been dropped by Ulf began to squirm and then pick themselves up. So did the doctor they'd killed on the way in. Lying not far from Kheraket's feet, he lunged at his ankles to try and hold him in place. The doctor's face was blank, eyes still frozen wide open. It did not seem like they'd been raised, but still they moved to attack. Two of the cultists were directed to slow Ulf while the rest rushed at Kheraket.

The Arena



There hadn't been many cultists in the stands. The few that had risked going out in the open were soon caught off guard by the gravity girl's abilities. Most of the rest retreated back to the shadows, forcing a lot of the reinforcing vigilante's to chase them out into the city.

"When champions fall, you instead call upon... children?" The masked man lowered his hand. The ominous lightning still crackled above him, but its growth stalled for the time being. As powerful as he was, he could see Alto's blade. An ability like that might still harm him if he just took it. He tilted his head back and forth, watching the small army of vigilante's spread. They would feel like heroes. They'd feel like they won. For the moment. "Very well, I will entertain you for a moment. You children like games, right? Survive for two minutes and I won't tear that ship out of the sky and bring it and everyone on it to a fiery death."

Well, if it hung around too long it'd be destroyed anyway.


Kakra stared at the floating heart, almost ready for another fight before Alexei announced himself. "I'm fine..." she grumbled. She then walked over to him and snatched the stone heart out of his hands. "Quit it, that's creepy." She turned it over once or twice, feeling the life still thrumming from it. Her grip tightened around it, but not enough to even come close to damaging it. She wasn't quite that strong anyway... yet.

He'd stolen from her, attacked her, tried to kill her... and then he'd mumbled some half-assed apology out of nowhere and turned to dust before she could get revenge and break him herself. How was she supposed to vent her frustrations now?! She grit her teeth and growled.

"You... you..." Her body trembled. "PRICK!" she spun around and just chucked the rock with all her might. He was a rock, he'd probably be fine, right?

Ivan was flung directly into a bird that was flying overhead at that moment. Wait, no, it wasn't a bird. It was Nidgardt. Kakra's jaw dropped in shock as she pelted him almost full force with Ivan's heart. "O...oops..." she swallowed hard. "I uh... I'm uhh... H-hey Gregor! Where'd you go!?" she glanced about nervously before running off in the general direction of where she'd last seen him.

She completely forgot Alexei was there -- him being invisible and all.

Kakra Remaining Time: 6m
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