@PaulHaynek,
@Rezod92,
@The Irish Tree
The fight had come to a very sudden and abrupt end. Sort of anti-climatctic, really. But then, a win was a win, and if nobody else (of importance) got hurt, then all the better! Piloting her still-operational drone back to where she had been hiding, Relica set the little device down close toherself, pulled up her goggles, shut the compartment on her glvoe and then picked her little hellraiser up carefully, like it was a baby kitten or something. Placing it back in its rightful spot on her M.E.E.P, she looked around in all directions for a bit, before being content that the coast was clear and there weren't any Varjan stragglers or reinforcements around. Because it would've sucked to have beaten this bunch, only to get slumped by a gaggle of goons they hadn't spotted before.
Making her way up to where the actual fighting had eben, the gremlin muttered something under her breath the entire way. She was obviously not in a good mood. Even the
monk's generous and sincere praise of their skill went completely in one fluffy ear and out the other. The tiny-framed monster meandered over to the bush where her other drone had been forced to land. Rummaging through the foliage for a bit, she eventually pulled it out. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected the device from all sides, before sighing in a disgruntled fashion.
"Damnable crap-shit turd-piss... You just had to go and throw your crappy axe at it, didn't you? Ass. I can't believe this. Uuugghhh, can't fix it here either. I'll hafta do repairs once we're done with this crap." Relica moaned, to nobody buyt herself in particular, obviously dispelased with the damage ehr precious machine had suffered in the scuffle.
Placing the second drone back on its spot, she turned around and looked at the various downed varjans lying sprawled on the ground before her. While it was probably just a trick of the light, some that looked at her could swear they saw her eyes burn with the fires of vengeance. And, true to form, Relica did approach each of the black-armored bastards, one by one. As she loomed over the first, her four octo-arms extended and started snatching up their weapon, taking off their helmet, their gloves, their boots and even unhook and wrestle their body armor free... If at all possible. She then proceeded to have the same arms bend, twist, crunch, dent and7or snap the pieces of varjan equipment and turn it into veritable scrap. She tore off the hilts from the swords, snapped off the heads of the axes (and throw them off somewhere), and tore off the mace-head from the big mace and hucked it off into some random direction.
Basically, she just took out her rage on these guys... Or, so it might've seen at first. As she approached Kerry and the automaton, who she hadn't yet been introduced to, she'd seemingly calmed down a bit and had a more serious but non-plussed expression on her face.
"Best to break their gear whenever we can. They already got a huge numbers advantage, so any stuff they need to repair or replace will, hopefully, eat away at their resources." She said, revealing her plan to slow-burn the remaining 79,996 varjans.
"Anyway, nice to meet ya. I'm Relica, and... I guess you two 've already met, huh?" She continued, looking at Eula and extending an octo-arm to shake the automaton's. The gremlin had a softer ring to her voice as she spoke to the advanced golem though, noticeably more so than when she spoke to either Kerry or the monk.
"Name's Relica, I'm a gremlin from Grelden. Came here 'cuz I heard there was a girl who could use my help keeping herself in tip-top shape. I'm guessin' that's you then?" She asked, a
very small smile on her face.
Her eyes then darted over to Kerry. The smile was no longer present.
"You had one job. One. You been slacking off after you left Grelden, Cury? That axe-ham shoulda been a cinch for someone like you to knock out, but noooo~! Now I'm down one drone and I haven't even been here for half a day yet." She half-scolded, half-taunted, half-criticized, half-sighed at her hornet buddy. Of course, Relica was well aware that this wasn't Kerry's fault - nothing was certain in a fight and the best laid plans could come undone at any moment. Still, she was probably just venting her frustration and, unfortunately, Kerry happened to be the only viable person present who could serve as an outlet for the little lady's muling.
"... Well, whatever. Either of you got any rope? I'd like to tie these guys up so they don't go running back home to their camps or whatever. Oh, and I'm taking those." Relica said, suddenly realizing something and walking over the downed Varjan Elite. Then promptly ripping his tassles form his armor. Holding them in her small hands, a mean grin spread across her face.
"Mine now, bitchcake."She then returned to Eula and Kerry, still with that same mean smile on her face.
The monk was busying himself with talking to the two locals, who had utterly fail to run away when prompted by Kerry. Not too surprising, they'd probably soiled their drawers at the sight of three monsters suddenly engaging four varjans in a battle that came out of nowhere. Hopefully, the altruistic fool could get them to come back to reality and have them go off to somewhere safe. She figured that once he was done talking with them he'd come over and pipe up, telling them he was ready to keep going. After all, Relica had
no frickin' clue where they were headed or how to get there. it wasn't like the map of Shizuyama she'd been studying back home was exactly detailed... It was mostly just a map of Zipangu, with a small arrow pointing at one non-descript island, with the words 'Shizuyama' scribbled next to it...
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