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| Black And White 3; GONNA BE FIRST | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 18 2013, 02:58 AM (295 Views) | |
| Aurora | Apr 18 2013, 02:58 AM Post #1 |
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Black and White - Part III Difficulty: Hard Description: After you've eliminated the thieves, the metal has been transported to secret PTO facility on Avalon. But, Avalanian spies have discovered the movement of the material and have hired mercenaries to launch counter attack. They have the ore now and are beginning to reverse engineer it. Find the mercenaries hired by the Avalon Protectorate and bring them down. Reward: +800 zeni, +6 DP, +80 all stats, +6 Rp Credits Bonus: PTO Experimental Armor - Equipped on the body. Increases toughness by +450 +15% base toughness in battle. Decreases damage dealt to you in battle by 15%. May equip Saiyan Weight or Damaskian Weights with this armor. Requirements: Must be Changeling or Alien and have the rank of PTO Brute. Must also have completed Black and White - Part II. |
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| Daji | Apr 18 2013, 09:52 AM Post #2 |
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Scorria laid back on her bed, her hands behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling, her long legs crossed and her tail swaying to and fro from boredom and slight irritation. Apparently, Atla had been attacked by an individual who was cloning powerful warriors. Not only had the massive Arlian managed to take down the cloner and his own clones, but had done so with barely any injuries nor asking for back up. Of course, this irritated the Scorpinok woman greatly, the grimace on her face plain to see. The fact that Atla had not even attempted to call for back up, or even just inform her that he was in a fight, was enough to leave the woman a little cross with the Arlian at the moment. Nevermind that he was powerful enough to probably take on anyone on this planet single handedly, or even the fact that he had managed to take down his clones and return back to the Planetary Trade Organization's secret base on Avalon without being discovered--she was not jealous of her comrade's capabilities, regardless of what the Grunts in the facility might have said--but it was the fact that at no point, had he thought it appropriate to contact her. She was his comrade and partner, and he did not feel the need to make sure she was at least informed of when he got into a fight. Never mind that he could have handled it! She shook her head, trying to get the thought out of her mind. The assemblers and engineers were already hard at work attempting to get the metallic sheets for the new and experimental armor ready to go. They were drafting plans and schematics for the armor at the moment, so it would still take some time before production lines could be set up. Once production was under way, there would be less of a requirement for Scorria and Atla to be here and more of a requirement to maintain stealth for this facility. Anonymity was this place's greatest weapon, it seemed, and the facility Commander, Kelvar, was quite adamant about that point. All of the brawn in the world would not keep this particular facility safe, for once the Avalon government and Paladins knew of its existence, they offensive attacks would never cease. As such, Scorria remained in the facility despite wanting to feel the sun's warmth on her face and flesh, though she was having trouble being sociable with the various soldiers within the facility. The shower rooms were coed, meaning both women and men showered in the same room, which made her rather uncomfortable with showering as regularly as she preferred. She would normally shower in Atla's ship, but his method of transportation was currently undergoing repairs and refit, changing of water filters, exchanging water for fresh set, air cartridges, the whole thing was being looked over and maintained, which meant she had to make sure she showered while everyone else was either asleep or working. The very smell of some of the soldiers here was enough to make her want to shower more, but in the interest of making sure a stranger did not see her naked, she opted to take the more stealthy approach to cleanliness, unfortunately. The last thing she wanted was some random soldier to stare at her flesh and think he could get lucky. Eventually, she emerged from her room, making sure to lock the door behind her despite the overall lack of personal affects she had brought with her. If nothing else, it was just a good habit to get into, especially with some of the more disreputable individuals that the Planetary Trade Organization tended to hire on. Some of them were noble--at least, as noble as one might expect from a militarized corporation--but most of them were thugs and mercenaries of all walks of life. She would not doubt for a second that if one of them thought they could get away with it, they would certainly try their hand at seeing what lay beneath her dignity--not that her uniform did much to hide it. It was still far too tight around the hips and backside, but it was warm enough inside the facility to not have to wear additional layers of clothing. At least, she would not be able to do so without sparking suspicion. She would just have to suffer the looks at her back as she walked by. If they found her attractive, then that was at least a small flattery, even though she could not encourage the behaviour without repercussions. Such was her life, it seemed. Her eyes looked around the large, cavernous facility. Most of the facility was occupied by surveillance equipment and landing pads and stealth jammers, the kind of devices needed to ensure that the facility remained hidden as did the ships that entered and exited the facility's hidden entrance. The rest of the facility was taken up by crew quarters and various other accommodations. As 'shore leave' was relatively restricted and monitored, most of everything one would ever need or want was inside the facility and around the residential area. Everything from food to recreation to learning to a whole slew of things to do--there was even a strip bar in this facility, believe it or not (and Scorria believed it from the way she had been invited to 'strut her stuff' there, which instantly brought a blush to her face)--resulting in most of the soldiers having something to do with idle hands after they were off duty. As rumbustious as some of the soldiers could be, they were all safe here, hidden here. No wonder this facility had been hidden for so long, with all the work that went into making sure no one knew of their presence. Still...the fact that their enemies were above their heads was still enough to give Scorria a shiver of a sort. She frowned a little as she looked up at the ceiling, as if she could see the thousands of citizens that protested and hated the Planetary Trade Organization. She looked back down, refusing to think about that thought before moving along one of the catwalks, constantly looking around at all the activity that was going on. As guests and guardians to the facility, there was not a whole lot for Scorria or Atla to really do while on duty except watch and wait. They were even asked to stay out of the working areas unless there was an emergency, as their presence could disrupt the work environment. As easy of an assignment this was turning out to be, it was painfully boring. She hated to admit it, but it looked like Pefu--of all sun forsaken places--was beginning to seem far more interesting than this place, despite the greater chances of social interactions. Perhaps that was why she felt so uncomfortable here. Scorpinoks were social 'butterflies' as the term went, and yet she could not feel comfortable enough with anyone in this facility to speak to--except for Atla, of course, but she was still a little cross with him at the moment. Rather than wait around for something to happen, though, she decided to walk towards the engineering wing of the facility, to check up on how progress was going on the metal plates for the experimental armor. If nothing else, it would give her something to look at for about an hour. WC: 1253 Scorria TWC: 1253 Quest TWC: 1253 |
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| Aurora | Apr 21 2013, 02:56 PM Post #3 |
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Several days ago- Atla gave a low grunt as the clones around him started to move. There wasn't much that he could do right now, save for the act of defeating each and every one of these monsters. He held his blade at the ready, feeling its blood-thirsty thoughts flowing up into his mind. All it wanted was to butcher, to kill, and while Atla wasn't exactly a fan of following that mindset, he didn't really have much choice here. Still, it was odd that he would be killing himself here, multiple times... some sort of mass suicide? He doubted such; the news would simply report several Arlians, assuming the bodies even remained that long. As the first moved, Atla gave a growl, his body turning to face them. He'd have to see what they're capable of before he contacted Scorria. If they weren't anything to really worry about, then he'd leave her to do what she will. Either shower or sleep or do whatever it is she did when she wasn't fighting. The gladiator was more than capable of taking care of these himself, or so he thought, and the Arlian code dictated such. To ask for help was a sign of weakness and so unless he could help it, he would be refraining from contacting the woman. He'd use the power that he had within his own body to take these bastards out. The Arlian growled, and held his blade at the ready as the first one moved, in a somewhat jerky, unrefined movement. He narrowed his eyes a bit and moved forward, not waiting for it to come to him as he lashed out with one of his enormously long kicks, the attack slamming into the chest of the other Arlian and sending it flying backwards. It soared through the air for a moment before crashing into the ground, and lay unmoving for several seconds before it started to get up, not at all fazed by that attack. “Seems you are all a little more powerful than I had considered,” Atla spoke, and then turned, seeing something coming from the corner of his eye. He parried a punch, knocking it to the side before he swept outward with that blood-hunting blade, but the Arlian managed to dart back in that same jerky, unstable movement, managing to get away from the blade, but nearly taking a tumble onto the ground. Atla grunted as he watched, and then saw another coming from the side. There were three in total, but each one seemed to be weak alone. However, they were slowly learning how to move, and how to fight, and the longer that this went on, the longer it was going to be before Atla managed to defeat them. Or, possibly, before he needed to contact Scorria for help. He had to end at least part of this soon. Letting ki build up in his maw, Atla simply watched them all for a few moments, as all three seemed to just stalk him, not wanting to jump forward, as if able to sense the ki building there. He turned suddenly, firing at one of them, the explosion ripping outward, and Atla cursed aloud as he saw that he had missed entirely. That let one of them have the idea to leap forward then, hand pulled back in a punch as it looked to attack the head Arlian. However, the entire thing had been a ploy, and Atla's body turned suddenly as he slammed a palm into the Arlian's stomach, and then there was a sudden burst of ki, ripping outwards from his plam, driving into the other Arlian. “That was a pretty bad idea,” he spoke, and would have smirked then, if he was one of the races that had a mouth with lips. The other body flew away from Atla, smoking and burning, leaving him to realize that with the power that they had, they had absolutely no idea how to use it, which was making these clones highly ineffective. If they were unleashed against opponents with less know-how, sure, they might've been effective, but this wasn't exactly something that they were going to be able to defeat. He almost felt bad for them, knowing that they really didn't have any thoughts of their own aside from what they had been told. That was mostly unfortunate, but he wasn't about to let the whole thing go without a fight. And besides, telling the story of how he'd beaten three clones of himself, solo, was certain to be a grand story to tell to others. And so Atla made the resolute decision to do so, and fight against these remaining two, and end them as swiftly and dangerously as he'd done the first. They looked at one another before looking back at him, and he nodded, sensing that they were likely going to be using a bit more team tactics, now. He grunted as he waited for them to approach, and then they moved, in tandem. There was little that one could accomplish more as, than a team of oneself. Atla had known some to use the multi form technique, and in watching them, had seen a set of movements that he would never have been able to accomplish with another. But in teaming up with himself... that showed a lot of interesting dedication to a fighting style that he had never thought to use. The two drew close to Atla within just a few seconds, and he saw their incoming attack before they did it; they were just him, after all. The left one came in with a high left fist, and the right one came in with a low right punch. They were attempting to work in tandem, but all they really had succeeded in was making themselves exceedingly obvious in what they were going to do. Atla grunted as he brought up a knee and sent his own fist forward, parrying both attacks with a relative ease, though they shoved him back several steps with the sheer force of the blows. He grunted as he came to a rest, a few feet back, now. “You two... you think that you can outmatch me, but I would like you to know that you are definitely incorrect in that assessment.” With that being said, Atla raised both his hands, and unleashed a double energy wave, each attack going towards one of the two. And, as he had expected, in tandem, the two raised their arms to block, and that was when Atla darted forwards, closing the gap between them in a moment, and slashing at the one on the right. The blade bit into the creature's flesh, and after the barest of seconds, the Arlian's arm fell from his body, falling to the ground. “You need to think on more than one level at a time,” he spoke, before he leapt, turning and spinning as he slammed one foot into the other, undamaged Arlian, kicking off before he spun again, and slammed the top of his foot down into the clone he'd recently removed the arm from, sending it to the ground. “Under my instruction, you three would likely become quite skilled. But natural talent is not enough. You must be as a weapon. No matter the ore that you are forged from, it is the time and effort put into the crafting that increases that weapons power, and the hand that wields it is the most important feature. You will need to be skilled not only in the art of killing, but also the ability to fight in multiple situations, able to switch between them all without even a second of hesitation.” Atla watched as the two got to their feet, the one who had lost an arm simply using ki to burn the wound closed, not at all flinching at that pain. And then they moved again. At this point, Atla took to the sky, flying upwards, his body twisting around as he made his way backwards, before flipping around once more and slammed into the ground, sending a slight shockwave away from his landing point. “That was rather pointless. You had to have known that I wouldn't have stood there and let you both pincer me.” He couldn't tell if he was grating on their nerves or not, but it was his plan, to get under their skin. He wanted to let them know that things weren't going to go as easy for them as they hoped. Really, what it would come down to, is them trying their hearts out, and Atla simply dominating the fight. They lacked the control that was necessary to take him down. As they moved in again, Atla simply watched, waiting. As he suspected, the one with a missing arm was now a touch slower than he would have been beforehand, and that was going to be their undoing. The whole one unleashed a vicious punch at him and all Atla had to do was catch that fist and spin the other around, slamming him into the other clone before he whipped out his blade, removing a leg from the one that was still whole, before he turned, whirling as he drove the blae into the chest of the one that was still standing. “The two of you... need to work on being less pathetic. It's too bad that you won't last much longer. I'll end your suffering, though.” With that, Atla took to the air, moving nimbly, despite his size, and extended a hand. A storm of energy began to build up in his palm before it took a spherical shape. “I learned this from the leader of the Saiyans. Consider it a good-bye present,” he spoke, before the sphere roared downwards, and hit the ground before an explosion ripped through the night. Atla grunted as his clones were reduced to ashes, and he shook his head, knowing that it wouldn't be too much longer before the Paladins stuck their noses into this. He'd have to move soon, if he didn't want them to catch him and, being a member of the PTO, that would be all levels of bad. The Gladiator took to the skies then, taking the direct path back to their hidden locale, and made his way down into the hidden entrance. He, of course, did a wide sweep first with the scouter, and his own ability to Sense, to make certain that there were none in the area before he did so. And then, he moved, hopping down into the underground area, not even waiting for the gap to close behind him before he landed on the ground, looking at the constant contruction that seemed to go on here. He had asked their leader, when they'd arrived, why they simply didn't detonate some type of bomb in the core here... but apparently they had wanted to keep the planet around for observational purposes. That way they'd always know what the paladins were up to. The gladiator gave a slight shrug before he made his way down into the area where he and Scorria had been setup. “Sorry I'm late,” he spoke as he entered into their area, the woman immediately curious as to where the warrior had been at. “There had been... an incident of sorts,” he spoke, not really sure how to explain it. When pressed for details, he'd given her the whole story. And thusly, immediately afterwards, the woman seemed to have been upset with him, and the gladiator... honestly had no idea why. The woman seemed to be quite irritated with what he'd done, but to Atla, that had been the most basic of steps. “I had it handled. If I had required assistance, I would have asked for help.” However, that didn't appease the woman, and the partnership between the two was now ruined by anger. He had no doubt that, if push came to shove, the two would be able to support one another in combat, but in a social situation? The Arlian had no way to communicate... With a sigh, the fellow moved to his own bunk, lying down. He needed significantly less sleep than most races, but on the other hand... he felt that he should at least get some rest. Things never seemed to go right, with this mission of theirs. WC: 2066 AWC: 2066 TWC: 3319/5750 |
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| Aurora | Apr 21 2013, 07:01 PM Post #4 |
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Atla gave a slight grunt as he awoke, the day having seem to have escaped him, entirely. He shrugged his shoulders, looking around to see if there were any around him... but it seemed that the place was empty. He blinked a few times, letting his body and mind separate for the briefest of moments before he let the Sense ability rise to the surface, allowing him to sense and see what was around him. At this time though, it appeared to be nothing, which mean that Scorria was... no longer here. He blinked a few times, trying to put all that together in his head for a few moments before he shook his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. Whatever had happened, he wasn't about to really go looking for her. She was a big girl, and she could put everything together on her own if she needed to. He grunted as he considered taking one of the showers of the week, but then shook his head once more, instead putting on his 'armor' and taking a few steps out of the area and looking through the different crew members that were around. “Any of you seen Scorria?” he inquired, trying to figure out where the woman had gone. Several of them gave him differing opinions, or wrong information entirely... basically letting him know that they had no idea where she'd gone, though several of them had commented on her curves, as usual. Atla sighed. The fact that the Scorpinok weren't exactly on the closest terms with the Arlians meant that Atla had absolutely zero lust for the woman. He supposed that she might be attractive by other culture's standards... but not his own. “Fine, fine. Thank you,” the man grunted before he took a few steps out of the cabin they'd been allocated, before a few soldiers rushed pashed him, knocking him to the ground. Atla grunted, blinking as he lookeda fter them, not entirely sure he knew what had just happened. “Watch yourselves!” he roared out after them, but they paid him no mind as they charged past, seemingly covering their own agenda. However, after a few more rushed past him, the Arlian gave a grunt and his arm lashed out, grabbing one of them by the shoulder. “Hey. What's happened here?” he asked. The man looked down at Atla, before he saw the Brute badge attached to his carapace, and realized that this was a commanding officer of sorts. “Ah...sir. Apparently some of the engineers here that were working on everything were spies for Avalon. Some mercenaries, trying to fit in. Well... I guess they did fit in as they were able to get access to the metal, and now they're planning to reverese engeineer it, and figure out how we made it, and from what ore. We need to get it back as quick as we can!” he called out before taking off after them in the way that they had been going. Atla frowned for a moment, briefly considering the fact that Scorria might have been one of these speies. She had been a little frustrating lately, and had vanished as soon as this all had happened... however a moment later, she came running by too, and at least, on the surface, the irritation they'd had for one another vanished in the face of their mission. Atla nodded, and followed along behind the woman, her more lithe form moving far more quickly than Atla's own, lumbering one. Within moments the two were on the surface, and they glanced around, tapping on their scouters, trying to find out exactly the way to get this... figured out. “HALLO!” a voice called out from the scouter, and both the PTO agents blinked, looking at one another. “You are my tornado team yes?” the voice asked again, and instantly, both of the two groaned, realizing that this had been that... scientist that they had met on the frozen planet of Pefu, the one who had wanted them to find out how to ride a tornado. That entire scenario had been incredibly ridiculous, and while Atla had managed to get it all figured out, which had been even /more/ ridiculous than the request...but now it was all taken care of, it seemed like. “I have come to assist you both!” The two looked at one another again before Atla tapped on his scouter to respond. “O...kay. And how exactly did you plan on doing that?” Atla inquired, not sure what else to ask or to say. That was something that he really didn't have an answer for. Being able to assist them seemed like it was something that was... really unusual. “You're not anywhere near us, are you?” he asked, and then there came a sudden view change on his scouter as the normal green shifted to more of a blue, and then back to a teal. “What... what are you doing?” “I'm using the remote signal of my laboratory through space, reflecting it off several sattelites to get it to where you all are at. The signal is amplified by the network there under the planet, and then I'm remotely hacking your scouters!” The man cried out and both of them winced at the volume. “But yes. I'm putting in a tracking system that will allow you to track the movement of the ore and where it's currently located. So if you press one of those buttons there, you should cycle through to the tracking feature and be able to locate it!” Atla blinked. Well that would certainly be... useful. “All right then. Thank you for the assistance,” he spoke, and then he felt the line go dead. Hopefully the scientist had terminated the call and not gotten the big idea to try to eat something that explodes. The Arlian nodded at Scorria as the two tapped on their scouters, and after a few cycles, they had something that was determining the location of the ore, and watching it as it started to get away from them. “Okay. Let's go get that back. This has become the most pain in the ass mission..” he grunted, before he started after them. WC: 1037 AWC: 3103 TWC: 4356/5750 |
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| Aurora | Apr 22 2013, 02:34 AM Post #5 |
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Atla turned to Scorria and nodded; this would definitely be the last time that they would have to do all of this. It was nothing abnormal, really, but it seemed like every time something could go wrong with this mission, it did. Time and time again, everything semed to go shit around them. They had gone to Mortoseth to oversee things, and there had been spies there trying to get ahold of the ore itself. On Pefu, Saiyans had managed to get away with the actual metal itself, and were bringing it back to their own systems. Here, on Avalon, mercenaries hired by the Paladins (as if they couldn't be expected to get their own hands dirty) had taken the goddamn metal and were planning to reverse-engineer it. How in the hell could so many people be after the same thing? Honestly, it boggled Atla's mind, but he wasn't about to let that get to him. He had a mission to do, and with that, he and Scorria lifted off, and followed the tracking sensor that was tracking the metal itself. He was glad that scientist had decided to contact them again... otherwise he really had no idea how they'd be able to track after the thieves. He was certain that he'd be able to do so after enough rough housing, but for the most part, it seemed like it would be a bit different from the norm. But as for now... all that really remained was for he and Scorria to turn the thieves into broken piles of nothing, and take the metal back. “All right. I know that you might still not prefer to team with me after earlier... but we need to do this,” he spoke, and after a few moments, she gave him a single nod. He doubted that she had forgiven him, but at least this was one step for the forgiveness. “I'll give you a full rundown of my reasonings for before, once we get this done... but for now, let's just put everything aside and get this done.” Another nod. Usually when Atla was running things, the woman didn't talk all that much, and simply followed his directions, and then, once things were done, she'd go and take a shower and a nap. Shaking his head, he lifted off the ground, and the two shot forward, flying at a rather high speed towards the ones who had taken their ore. “You're faster, so if you can, get around in front of them, and once they're caught off guard, I'll come in from behind and see about taking out as many of them as I can, and then we'll pincer them together, and take them out from there. What do you think?” he asked, and the woman gave a singular nod to his question. Good. Acquiescence was all that he really needed, and the lithe female burst forward, cutting through the air with the force of a demon possessed. It was a good thing she had that speed, really. Atla himself didn't have much of it; he was all brute force, and while he possessed a lot of it, it wasn't enough. The woman closed the distance between herself and the others rather quickly, and Atla had felt rather hard pressed to even try and keep up. The Arlian's body wasn't as aerodynamic as hers, and that was part of the problem as well as he struggled to keep up, having to pump extra ki into merely going forward, where as she was shooting forward like a bullet, cutting through the air like it wasn't a problem at all. The Arlian was mildly impressed, but he had no time to admire her as she managed to get to the ground before the others, and he saw them all stop as he drew his own blade, not at all stopping his power fly as he soared toward them all. His weapon held at the ready as the distance slowly faded, until he was right on top of them. And then he saw several of the people that he recalled from the environs of the hidden base, and he scowled. While he had somewhat turned his back on his allies, he had done so for another plan. He wanted to undermine the PTO from the inside out... and that meant that he'd have to do everything in his power to get in their good graces. And, since he detested traitors, this would be a perfect time for him to do this. He'd get to kill what he hated, and mvoe himself up the ladder in the Planet Trade Organization. The Arlian nodded to himself as the distance was closed, and he slashed with his blade, cutting one of them completely in half. “So you think that you can steal from the PTO do you!?” he roared out as he felled the one, leaving a dozen more. They had made this operation big, that was for certain. “There is little that we detest more than TRAITORS like yourselves!” he roared out, and moved, turning as he placed a hand against the chest of another, and a burst of raw ki emerged from his hand, then, eviscerating the other foe, leaving just eleven. It was about that time that Atla found himself flying backwards after a strike to the jawline. He blinked, unsure of what had just happened; it had been so long since he'd met someone that had that kind of power. He flipped backwards and hit the ground, his feet slamming into the ground and slowing his movement backwards as he looked upwards, seeing the head Changeling having been in charge of this whole operation. “Well I'll be damned...” he grunted out before he forced himself forward. “SCORRIA! You take on the rest. I'll put down their leader,” he growled, hearing her call in the informative, already putting her natural agility to good use. The Arlian moved forward towards the Changeling, his weapon drawn, ki alighting in his off hand. “Kelvar... wouldn't have ever suspected you. It must have been one hell of a chore for you to get this far...” he grunted, moving inwards. The changeling held a spear rather loosely, his stance open. It was a reactive one, meant to counteract what Atla did, rather than be offensive on its own right. He nodded to himself, and the changeling nodded back. “Quite a long time. I've been working with the Star Wolves for quite some time. It's taken me many years to get this far... and I won't be stopped by you, Atla. No matter what you think you can do, you're not more powerful than I am. And we both know that.” The changeling was right. Atla could see this one's power level on his scouter. He could sense it. IT was very true that, the warrior was above the power of this Gladiator. He shook his head, and then gave a slight grunt. “You don't think that you can actually defeat me, do you? We arlians are natural fighters. You think that your higher breeding gives you any sort of edge on me?” he asked, before he moved forward taking several steps towards his foe. The Changeling just made a single, taunting gesture with his two fingers before Atla shot forward, and slashed out with his weapon, his blade planning to rend the changeling to pieces. However, the spear bloded his attack, and slammed the butt into his stomach before whirled, and attempted to make a thrust at the Arlian's face. Atla blinked, as the attack came towards him, and he knew that, really, his best bet of beating the changling was some sacrifice of his own body. With a low grunt, the gladiator thrust his hand forward, spearing it on the weapon that was being thrusted at him, and gave a hiss as he felt his hand impaled on the spear. “I'm not above such tactics,” he spoke simply, before a burst of raw energy emanated from his palm, before erupting outward. The Changeling's eyes widened before he screamed, his entire body vanishing in the bright flash of light that ripped outward from the Arlian's palm. Between himself and Scorria, the managed to mop up the rest of the miscreants, and bring the processed metal fragments back to their underground factory. They had to explain everything, and after there were several with a heavy heart after hearing about Kelvar, the two went on to whip them into a frenzy, and it wasn't long before everything turned out great. WC: 1429 AWC: 4532 TWC: 5788 |
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