Member
Nallore
Antlers
Pyrogue
Fish of Oblivion
Not a Sayan
Neziul The moment the whirling vortex of wind appeared, the lunging diver began wincing in pain as he moved. However, he was still able to punch the adept in the back of the head before the wind stopped, leaving him breathless. He stumbled back, panting a bit, as the boat slowed, then lurched to a drifting stop, floating in the ocean. The diver who had punched the Adept was then impaled by a curved blade, falling to the ground, the next was sent staggering as the heavy weight crashed into him. However, a small red light was now blinking, and letting out a buzzing sound on the console next to the tiller. The ship was going to be late.
The man who had been kicked scrambled away in fear, clutching his stomach, and fumbling with his pocket. After he pulled out a small device, he spoke into it, calling for assistance, saying the job was in jeopardy. After stowing the assault rifle, however, the skinny adept would find that there was no duffle bag to be seen. Some of the mauled divers began crawling towards the stairs, while others writhed in agony and despair as they bled out in excruciating pain, almost unable to hear what was being said.
"You... you're a monster!" one of the divers shouted, and began shooting a pistol with a panicked persistance from his position on the ground.
The German man running wildly up the stairs to the deck would be met with the sight of a pale woman running away from the wall, as an explosion sounded moments later. Not long after that, a throng of divers began running down the stairs, some almost ignoring him. The passengers who had been rounded up remained guarded, however.
As Palav and the new Arrival rushed forth, they would see a beam of smokey darkness blast through several of the divers who had gathered near the stairs. A few stray shots floated past the beam, but most didn't make it past the beam. Hindered by the beam, they were helpless against the slash from the new arrival, which cut right through five of them, as the beam disabled three. The fighter in pink paused as he saw this, a harpoon from the hostage guards cutting through his shoulder, before barreling towards one of the other adepts in the fight.
The man who had been kicked scrambled away in fear, clutching his stomach, and fumbling with his pocket. After he pulled out a small device, he spoke into it, calling for assistance, saying the job was in jeopardy. After stowing the assault rifle, however, the skinny adept would find that there was no duffle bag to be seen. Some of the mauled divers began crawling towards the stairs, while others writhed in agony and despair as they bled out in excruciating pain, almost unable to hear what was being said.
"You... you're a monster!" one of the divers shouted, and began shooting a pistol with a panicked persistance from his position on the ground.
The German man running wildly up the stairs to the deck would be met with the sight of a pale woman running away from the wall, as an explosion sounded moments later. Not long after that, a throng of divers began running down the stairs, some almost ignoring him. The passengers who had been rounded up remained guarded, however.
As Palav and the new Arrival rushed forth, they would see a beam of smokey darkness blast through several of the divers who had gathered near the stairs. A few stray shots floated past the beam, but most didn't make it past the beam. Hindered by the beam, they were helpless against the slash from the new arrival, which cut right through five of them, as the beam disabled three. The fighter in pink paused as he saw this, a harpoon from the hostage guards cutting through his shoulder, before barreling towards one of the other adepts in the fight.