Snap! The knight's crossbow shattered, causing him to throw it down immediately and turn to face this new foe. His eyes widened as he saw the hammer coming and he darted out of the way with a vampire like speed.
Despite his armored helmet, there was a distinct sense of a frown coming from his helmeted face. "I am not interested in you, woman. Step aside and let me kill the-GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!" The Knight suddenly shouted as the Vampire he was hunting suddenly darted towards the Naga he had accompanied and drank from her before disappearing towards the Assassin and the strangely lethal bear. The knight cracked his knuckles, looking at the monk before him. "Very well." Cold fury echoed throughout his tone. "I'll eviscerate you first, then hunt down and kill the vampire." His armor seemed to glow briefly as he analyzed his knew opponent. "You get first move again, woman."
Knight's brother
The man stared in surprise for a brief moment as his axe was stopped. "I don't want to kill anyone. The Forest demands death. The trees whisper of-Oh Gods." The man's speech was suddenly cut off as he saw the Maliced Naga approaching. In an instant he was a cloud of insects, swarming a short distance away from the Naga and reforming at a safe distance. He had left his axe, but that was a small price to pay to avoid the wrath of a maliced Naga. He settled in to watch what his latest opponent would do, interested in who this newcomer was.
Mackendrick
As the bear continued to tear into him, Mackendrick smacked a hand against his leg, and suddenly a screeching sound filled the clearing as the bear stopped rending his flesh, instead seeming to grate against iron. He suddenly stood up, tossing the bear clear and cursing as he realized he had lost track of his target. Blood was running down his body in rivulets. Suddenly something attempted to shatter his ankle. Fortunately, he was able to fairly solidly resist the attempt. It was that vampire. The one that the hunter had claimed he could kill and deal with. "Foolish. Sloppy. Amateur!" Mackendrick hissed. He pressed his hand against his side and palm in rapid succession. "I don't have time to deal with you. But I do have friends who can."
Mackendrick's form seemed to shift and grind, before three more of him stepped out of his body. They all bowed towards Keri, the bear, and Althalus. "If you'll excuse me, I have a target to kill." His hand briefly touched his wrist and he glanced towards where Annabeth had ran off too. "There you are..." He muttered, his hand returning to touch his other wrist. In an instant he was gone, running off after his target.
Alaira's opponent
"With pleasure, half-breed." He sneered, closing the distance between them quickly and throwing a straight, testing, jab at his opponent.
Grey's axe
YES! YES! AHAHAHAHA The axe crowed triumphantly as it sheared through E'docsil's arm, drawing a screech from that wasn't completely different from her sister's. Inhuman and painful to the ears. Wait. What are you doing, NO! The flames went out as Grey's axe went through the Naga's neck, the axe instead looking more flaky and jagged, as if pieces of it would break off at any second. Good job! We just lost our one advantage against her for something useful against the NOW DEAD AND DECAPITATED AT OUR FEET NAGA! The axe slipped into a foreign and long dead language, clearly berating and cursing Grey.
E'docsil
She back up, screaming in pain and holding her arm. Whatever flaming axe had done, it was of pyromancy. The agony racing through her body, along with the fact she couldn't regrow her arm, told her that much. She had to get away. But not before she at least attempted to finish the job. Her tongue shot out of her mouth, along with her remaining arm (the cut of one was cauterized and not regrowing) grabbing the Naga corpse and head. In short order they were both eaten and down her gullet. She lunged forward, closer to Grey and the Naga, curling in on her self. Her skin writhed, as if she was grinding and shifting for a shape change. Rather than that, however, bone spikes began to appear all over her body.
"DIE. DIE. DIE." She howled, sending bone spikes shooting in all directions out of her body. A second after that she shifted into a rat and attempted to scurry away.
Oh, we'll be doing some jobs on Omega first of course...
As for getting shot up... Compared to the possible death we'll be facing if we fly around in our current ship, which is more likely to result in our deaths?
Bullets.
Serena, Tanya, Tonka, Khosin and the rest I might have missed can at least fix the ship.
That can be answered with another question: If we pool whatever money anyone is willing to put in, will be enough option buying a new ship? The steal... Vellios can help with that, but he feels it's more likely we'd all be shot up and more trouble then its worth to him.
If Tia and Tonka, maybe.
If we steal it's asking for all sorts of trouble. Like bounties, and angry gang members chasing us across the galaxy. Did I mention death?
You guys need to promise mr something. No matter how bad Logos gets, do NOT turn me into Sheogorath. WHY? Because that would be too easy to play and abuse.
...Wouldn't Zephyrion be more likely to be Sheograth out of all of us?
Vestec looked at Teknall, disdain roiling off of him as he viewed Niciel's rage. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed, however. Zephyrion looked like he was about fight Logos himself. He relaxed however, and Vestec was forced to continue by himself. A wave of purity was coming at The Architect of the Great Plan and him, so Vestec threw a shield of Chaos Energy around himself to protect himself from it, his colors returning to their regular random flashing. A point needed to be made, and he wasn't about to stop because the Goddess of Light was angry at him for his actions. He kept looking at Teknalll, giggling as the purity washed against his shield, eradicating what Corruption he didn't protect behind it. Despite the Chaos God's lack of facial features, there was the decided sense that he thought The Great Artisan was being stupid. His fire might have been stopped, but his corruption would spread throughout the Great Plan without anyone to stop him now. At least, that's what he thought, until a rather strong hand closed over his wrist.
Immediately his Corruption began infesting the God of War, in a half-hearted way, as he didn't think an evil God of War would be any fun. A more vicious one, however, that would be excellent. Vestec giggled as he was forced back, his corruption dissipating away. "I have a better idea of fun, God of War." He called, getting ready to try again. Unfortunately, Zephyrion grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Very well." His attention was rapidly taken by Zephyrion setting up a game, and then bolting off like lightning. "Let the games begin!" Vestec cried, taking after his quarry, launching himself after with Chaos fire.
He was vaguely aware of Vulamera taking the Great Plan into her own body, Ull'yangs pain, and The Advesary's chatting, more intent upon the elusive Zephyrion than the other Gods. Which turned out to be to his detriment when he suddenly felt himself being pulled back. "Who the-"
And then everything exploded.
Vestec himself was thrown around like a rag doll, tossed about with utterly no control over his actions. He was laughing delightedly as he stopped spinning and the universe stopped exploding. "Oooh. A whole new world and universe to play with!" His hands clapped together excitedly. Then he realized there was nothing to do with it, until the Gods started adding things to it. "Oh. How boring."
His head turned to spot the various Gods examining the new world and he zeroed in on Vulamera. In an instant he was in front of her, colors flashing chaotically. "I'd protect myself, Inquisitive Goddess. Logos seems very possessive of the Codex of Creation. I'd be careful he doesn't try and forcibly rip it back. He might not be the only one either. Also..." Vestec giggled, his colors flashing even faster. "If you'd like another look inside my mind all you have to do is ask. Now if you'll excuse me I have to visit this new planet of Galbar."
With that, he leaned backwards and fell towards the planet. It was a surprisingly graceful and peaceful fall for one so chaotic. He landed on the surface of the planet as gently as a feather, scarcely raising a cloud of dirt. For a moment he was still, as if taking a breath and looking at the scenery (or lack thereof). He felt an itching, again. Only this time, it hurt. Like someone was trying to tear their way out of his body and claim freedom. Naturally, he fought it. He squirmed and struggled, fighting against whatever was inside of him. Vestec screamed, grasping out for something anything to stop the pain. His body surged with Chaotic energy and it exploded outwards, completely out of his control, a massive surge of pure chaos energy burning, tearing, and generally destroying the barren plains for miles around him.
The Shattered Plains had been created. But at least the pain had stopped. "That was...unexpected."
-Vestec looked at Teknall like he was an idiot and tried to continue to put his hand on the Great Plan and corrupt it further, only to be stopped by Kyre.
-Told Kyre that his definition of fun was better than the God of War's.
-Went with Zephyrion and tried to play tag, only to be thrown about like a ragdoll by the explosion
-Warned Vulamera to guard herself against someone trying to rip the Codex of Creation back, and offered her a look inside his mind whenever she wanted.
-Visited the surface of Galbar, and one of the four Gods that make up his body tried to break free and caused immense pain, forcing him to level up to level 3 rather...violently. The Shattered plains were created, miles of blackened rock that seem to change randomly and at any time. The geography is never the same as it was a day ago.
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