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Is this still alive? If so, I'd be down for droppin a character
@Gentlemanvaultboy @AtomicNut @KillamriX88
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Luigi felt the magic of the healing circle work, his flesh reknitting and mending within his chest, organs long since gone and replace, regenerated in an instant. He takes in a deep breath, organic lungs swelling with air as he watched his healer tell him to not meltsplode. "An attempt will be made to avoid dying, Mer. As for payment, I'll make sure to bring you a nice sheet of brownies. " Luigi called out as she flew away. He turned his attention back to Legion, and the swarm of clones still ahead. Luigi's eyes passed over these copies, scanning them and determining how they were made, until he determined each was connected. This was a legion, a thousand as one. He'd need to wipe them all out. "Enemies spotted." Luigi's robotic voice droned out, before he reached into a pocket and pulled out a large, almost football sized grenade. With a gentle ringing clang, Luigi pulled the pin and released the handle, priming the grenade.

"One...Two..." Luigi counted down, before his mechanical arm threw the grenade like one would a baseball, sending it rocketing towards Legion at almost ninety miles per hour. If Luigi's calculations were correct, the grenade would rocket right smack dab into the center of the Legion, and detonate. The pressure wave would pulp organs and rupture eardrums, and the shrapnel would cleave and tear through the clones, and those outside of the definite kill zone would be subject to possible shrapnel. He'd thin the numbers all at once, if not thin them all out.
@Gentlemanvaultboy @AtomicNut @KillamriX88
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Luigi was given pause as he felt Gilliam slither up onto his shoulders, but didn't pause for long. He charged forwards, towards the hoard of cultist-clones who stood between him, and his destination. "Hide within my chest cavity, Gilliam, and if you find a ruined organ feel free to help yourself. I'll be replacing them soon enough." Luigi starts, before seeing a female fighter enter the ring. She quickly dispatches the bird-monster, and leaves him asleep and incapacitated. Luigi noted that he would need to return to finish the job later. "Scanning...Huh. I'd devour the damaged organs quickly Gilliam, I'll be getting new ones very soon." Luigi says, as he diverts his charge to pass through the healing circle, intending to act as a transport for Gilliam as well. Under his robes, his mechanical tendrils were already at work, repairing his armored plating as quickly as they could. He needed to regain combat effectiveness as quickly as possible, or risk being blown apart if somehow a cultist jammed a mask into him. Of course, they'd have to be in one piece within close combat for that to work.

That scenario was highly unlikely.
Time until bodily self destruct: 40 Seconds. Timer paused: In combat.
@AtomicNut @Gentlemanvaultboy @KillamriX88

"Damnable fool, I told him to retreat and he has now made the enemy stronger and I have to utilize all of my strength here and now. That new girl, the drainer, she's the greatest threat. I must divide and cripple." He thinks as he is caught by the blades, the stinging, burning feeling of blades striking his flesh picking up as Luigi brought his blade down, cutting into the back of the Cultist's head. If he had done nothing, Luigi and Gilliman would of cleaved the top portion of the man's head from his body, a definite death blow.

Blood Reserve: -2 Pints, from 2 gallons. Effect: Transformation into high-mid tier demon form.
Form Powers Lost: Tentacles, and super strength. Powers Gained: Enhanced durability, flight, hyper sharp claws, and a hyper sonic screech.

Luigi, his horse, and Gilliman's blade were suddenly shunted back by an explosion, the small mass of consuming tentacles entwined with his evaporated by the hell flame. The hulking beast of a man who had been there was now replaced by a much smaller figure, with

The beast spreads its wings, turning its back on Gilliman as it pounces from the smoke of the explosion towards Luigi, who's just barely managed to pick himself up. It all happens within a moment, a split second of a blur of purple, and then a splash of red. The demon man's new claws tore into Luigi's chest, leaving a long X shaped wound that blood and oil seeped from. It was deep, at the center a speck of sunlight shining through Luigi's chest. For anyone else, a killing blow, and it seemed the same for the mechanical meanace as their body quickly creaked, and slammed onto its back.
"Now then, Legion, I will leave you to your fate. I gave you the chance to run, and you've squandered it, and I refuse to die for your incompetence. I'll let our master know of your failings." He begins, before no doubt Gilliman and Mer could see Luigi stand up despite what would've seemed to be a lethal blow. "Redundant systems activated. Death prevention activated, estimated time until total system failure, 40 seconds after engagement's end." A female voice spoke into Luigi's mind as he could feel his body was heavily damaged. He didn't have long, he had to keep fighting and repairing himself as he fought. First thing was first, however, and he gave as good as he got. A splash of crimson exploded from the Cultist's back, and then stumbled forwards before steadying themselves.
"Well then, you're still alive?" The Bird-Thing asks, surprised. With a single flexing of its wings it threw itself into the air, avoiding another strike from Luigi. "I must admit, I got unlucky today. Next time, things will fall better into my favor!" They hiss, before attempting to fly away. Luigi ignored them, and turned his focus on the enemy still within his reach. "Gilliman, you're in a near critical state. Get out of here, before that replicator uses more of that exploding technique. I'm already learning about those masks, and I'm not liking what I'm seeing." He says, as his lumbering mechanical form started his charge. He didn't know who this mystery fighter who had come to their aid was, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He needed to fight to live at the moment, even as he felt his inbuilt tools start repairing damaged systems he knew it would take a good while to truly repair it all. He just needed to get himself stabilized rather than perfectly repaired, as much as that angered him.

Name: Herbert Myers

Age: 27

Branch: Trooper

Skills:
Medieval Weapons and Armor Crafting
Berserker Trance Training (Can throw himself into a controllable rage for a time, but this leaves him physically drained, and overuse could kill him in the long term.)
Krav Maga level 4 training (Blue Belt.)
Axe and shield fighting training
First Aid Training
Survivalist Training
Sewing
Cooking.

Non-standard gear: A kite shield created with a layer of bullet resistant glass sandwiched between two quarter inch thick layers of steel, and a 12 lb combat augmented splitting maul. Several lengths of long wire for trap laying survivalist traps like snares, about 40 feet.

Physical description(images or written, I am fine with either):

Biography: "My entire life has been filled with the need to protect and help those who society tramples. My daughter was one of those Sorceresses you act so cruelly towards, and she's gone now, having gone out to help keep people like you safe. It's why I try to be kind to any of the sorceress units I meet, because they're someone's family. Every sorceress who feels the cold hate of this world can find comfort in that at least someone gives a damn."- Herbert when asked why he acts like he does towards witches and Sorceresses.
A brutal warrior, loving father, and broken man Herbert has lived a life of loss. When he was young, only 16, he accidently got a girl pregnant but swore he would stay with her to make things right. D.N.A testing was done, and it was confirmed that the little girl he had created with his would be love was indeed a sorceress in incubation. G.R.A.M moved quickly, seizing both Herbert and his lover while the baby gestated incase of some strange happening with the unborn child. Six months later, Herbert was there when his daughter was born and his lover spoke to him for the last time, dying shortly after. She made him swear to keep their daughter safe, and he of course made that promise. However, after his daughter was born she was stolen from him by G.R.A.M who wished to raise her to become a part of the Sorceress corps, a death sentence for many girls who are forced into it.
This left Herbert with only one option, over the next four years he pushed himself to his limits. He trained himself to become the greatest fighting machine G.R.A.M would of ever seen, his intentions were stupid but simple. If he destroyed all magical threats before his daughter went out onto the field, she would be safe. A foolish ambition, but his training did pay off. Four years of non-stop, bloody and sweaty work in both a forge and in a self made bootcamp turned this average young man into a muscular monster. As soon as he struck 18 he joined G.R.A.M's trooper division without any hesitation, much to the terror of his parents.
Six years later after serving relentlessly in G.R.A.M Herbert got terrible news. His daughter had been deployed at only ten, and she had gone M.I.A in her first engagement against the enemy, her troop having been ambushed while moving through dangerous territory. Most believe her to be dead, but Herbert holds out hope for it is now all that keeps him going, the constant shame of his failure weighing down on him. He prays he finds her before anyone else does, for he doesn't know how she's fared in the wilderness. Others might just think her some random witch and hurt her, and if that were to happen there would be nigh a force on the planet to save them, from him.

Other: Has met Morgan, the head Sorceress of G.R.A.M, and has a decent relationship with her. He even has been healed from grevious wounds for his constant assistance to any Sorceress squads in need near him while deployed, and she has saved him from several court marshallings for doing so from his commanding officer.
Name: Herbert Myers

Age: 27

Branch: Trooper

Skills:
Medieval Weapons and Armor Crafting
Berserker Trance Training (Can throw himself into a controllable rage for a time, but this leaves him physically drained, and overuse could kill him in the long term.)
Krav Maga level 4 training (Blue Belt.)
Axe and shield fighting training
First Aid Training
Survivalist Training
Sewing
Cooking.

Non-standard gear: A kite shield created with a layer of bullet resistant glass sandwiched between two quarter inch thick layers of steel, and a 12 lb combat augmented splitting maul. Several lengths of long wire for trap laying survivalist traps like snares, about 40 feet.

Physical description(images or written, I am fine with either):


Biography: "My entire life has been filled with the need to protect and help those who society tramples. My daughter was one of those Sorceresses you act so cruelly towards, and she's gone now, having gone out to help keep people like you safe. It's why I try to be kind to any of the sorceress units I meet, because they're someone's family. Every sorceress who feels the cold hate of this world can find comfort in that at least someone gives a damn."- Herbert when asked why he acts like he does towards witches and Sorceresses.
A brutal warrior, loving father, and broken man Herbert has lived a life of loss. When he was young, only 16, he accidently got a girl pregnant but swore he would stay with her to make things right. D.N.A testing was done, and it was confirmed that the little girl he had created with his would be love was indeed a sorceress in incubation. G.R.A.M moved quickly, seizing both Herbert and his lover while the baby gestated incase of some strange happening with the unborn child. Six months later, Herbert was there when his daughter was born and his lover spoke to him for the last time, dying shortly after. She made him swear to keep their daughter safe, and he of course made that promise. However, after his daughter was born she was stolen from him by G.R.A.M who wished to raise her to become a part of the Sorceress corps, a death sentence for many girls who are forced into it.
This left Herbert with only one option, over the next four years he pushed himself to his limits. He trained himself to become the greatest fighting machine G.R.A.M would of ever seen, his intentions were stupid but simple. If he destroyed all magical threats before his daughter went out onto the field, she would be safe. A foolish ambition, but his training did pay off. Four years of non-stop, bloody and sweaty work in both a forge and in a self made bootcamp turned this average young man into a muscular monster. As soon as he struck 18 he joined G.R.A.M's trooper division without any hesitation, much to the terror of his parents.
Six years later after serving relentlessly in G.R.A.M Herbert got terrible news. His daughter had been deployed at only ten, and she had gone M.I.A in her first engagement against the enemy, her troop having been ambushed while moving through dangerous territory. Most believe her to be dead, but Herbert holds out hope for it is now all that keeps him going, the constant shame of his failure weighing down on him. He prays he finds her before anyone else does, for he doesn't know how she's fared in the wilderness. Others might just think her some random witch and hurt her, and if that were to happen there would be nigh a force on the planet to save them, from him.

Other: Has met Morgan, the head Sorceress of G.R.A.M, and has a decent relationship with her. He even has been healed from grevious wounds for his constant assistance to any Sorceress squads in need near him while deployed, and she has saved him from several court marshallings for doing so from his commanding officer.
@Dumb1And1Lazy

Unfortunately silver is generally considered to be a more anti-lycanthrope measure, and salt is more anti-ghost in theory. A lot of anti-supernatural warfare info is still being researched, and field testing is common to see what is the M.E.T.A to deal with different creatures. When in doubt however, put it full of enough holes it can't regrow is the general motto.
@KillamriX88 @Gentlemanvaultboy

A new challenger approaches!


"How unfortunate, well it can't be helped can it? We monsters, we always fight over territory." The hulking cultist explains as he feels the gnashing teeth rip into his skin, but much to Gilliman's surprise, his skin is tough and chewy, like a normal man trying to eat a car tire. Of course he was making progress, blood leaking from the tentacles but he wasn't tearing the flesh apart like he normally does. The cultist looks over to his deformed arm, and saw the light drizzle of blood seeping from it. "That's not good..." He states flatly, before attempting to pull the tentacles up to, and near his face. "I'm a tad thirsty myself. Let's see who's the better devourer." He chuckles, before his teeth extend to look like horrific needles, and he bites into the tentacle mass that had him grappled. However, he saw Legion's rush and his eyes grew wide, for there were many ways that could go horribly wrong. For hell's sake, the monster just said he ate people! Don't give him more bodies to eat!

But that was the least of his concerns, as unbeknown to this servant of the dark forces, another evil power was in play. The sound of metallic hooves could be heard slamming into stone, as another red robed figure started to make his way to the arena. However, this man was no cultist, but rather a man of steel and rage. He had picked up from the news that an attack was happening, and that the arena was indeed a focal point for these assaults. With a large cleaver-like sword in hand, and a new hand wielding it, Luigi Vile rode forth upon his iron horse, a mechanical automaton in an equine shape. He was prepared for war, and would bring the fury of steel upon these cultists of flesh and blood! He rode towards the tentacled cultist, cleaver held high and ready to tear them asunder.
"Blitzkrieg!" The metal man shouted, for he would be swift like the lighting, and as destructive as a war.
@Gentlemanvaultboy @Dezuel @Crowvette

"Well then, this is a surprise. I smell burnt flesh, and mangled bone. Tell me, are you doing this out of altruism or do you step from the shadows for a different reason, kin?" The Cultist asks, before turning to look at the creature who grip their tentacles in his. He felt them squeeze, and it was almost like a tender moment of interlocking fingers while holding hands, and squeezing with all you could. Of course, it was nowhere near as innocent, rather a test of strength. The Cultist obliged this test, and squeezed back himself, and he was very strong. Unnaturally so, the tentacles pulsing with a wave of heat as more blood flowed to them, inflating the muscle even further.

"Either way, I must now show you how foolish your little attack was. I doubt this will kill you...but it'll hurt." Sneered the Masked monstrosity as it flicked its mass of tentacles which bound it and Giliman together, sending the poor creature flying into a nearby wall, then into another, across the floor, and then overhead to the otherside of the cultist. "Tell me when you yield, and we'll talk possible recruitment. We could always use more like myself..." The Cultist calls out to Giliman, not in a condescending tone of domination, but as if he was extending an olive branch.

Those fleeing from the Cultist could catch glimpses of Giliman's form being tossed around by their former assailant, perhaps they'd feel bad. Maybe the sight of the monsters fighting each other might make them relieved. Either way, their escape was no doubt assured unless some other entity intervened.
Gregor, Rat King


@Gentlemanvaultboy @AtomicNut @Dezuel @KillamriX88

"Oi, watcha mean slay a dr-, wait, Niddy, wut de bloddeh hell is goin on ye flying apocalypse?!" Gregor called from below, watching Nidgart descend to land, shortly before walking almost right into Kakra. "Eyy, I'm roight ere ya luminescent badarse! I had to stop the whole school from goin up in holeh firer. Sorry fer runnin off like that." The Rat explained to his friend, before lookin back at Sasha. "Err, Sash, I don't tink nuthin could ever really put a proppah curse on you. You're basically anti-curse, de person...so...if ya promise not to turn anywen to dust, I'll getcha some pudden, ok?" Gregor asks the terrifying creature who had been crushing and pushing him. The red of her hair was like the demons Gregor saw in her, it was truly terrifying for him. However at the same time, he couldn't really just try to kill Nidgart who was a buddy of his. Worst comes to worst, he reckoned he could throw Sash far enough away she'd not be able to vaporize him.
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