Derunto sighed so far he had found no Human forces or any aliens and he had nothing to do.He wanted his life to be much more exciting than this.He had left the mosque and was now in the east end Enigma walking through the streets.The east End was filled with technology and had so many Hover cars!Derunto wondered how much a hover-car would cost he might be one but he preferred to walk.He enjoyed the Exercise anyway.He was just looking for something to do.

The announcer did his job, and called forth Alec's opponent. At the other side of the small arena a large...what ever the hell it was stepped into the ring. It was mostly humanoid, aside from the four arms and deep orange eyes. It was rather tall, roughly eight or none feet tall, and it had a fairly muscular physique. The fights were usually shown on a large screen, just outside the Arena, and roughly in the center of the east end, trying to coax people into paying large amounts of money to see the fight live. The match started and the Alien...monster..what ever the hell it was charged Alec, it wasn't very fast, but that extra set of arms was likely to give him trouble, he had better hurry up and end it as soon as possible. He jumped suddenly towards his opponent, pulling his right arm back as far as he could, stretching his shoulder back as well. The opponent threw a simple punch, and Alec arched his back, narrowly avoiding the blow. He fired his punch , his fist striking the center of the opponent's forehead, stunning him momentarily as he fell to its back. Without wasting a moment as he fell he made sure to land on the beast's extra right arm. While it was still stunned, Alec began firing his punches wildly, focusing completely on that extra right arm, his blows struck the same area consecutively, the space between its tricept and bicep. His plan was to render the arm useless, then he would move to the left side and repeat the process, slowly disarming his opponent.

"F'yhani! Jitah mas ktguhy!"

One of the Starspawn Commissars yelled out this strange command across the plaza that surrounded the Great Meeting Hall of the Elders. On a dime, several deep columns of Starspawn began their normal guard duties for the elders. They fanned out, with the outer columns moving to form a perimeter around the building. Their deep purple robes were

The next column of Starspawn marched behind the Lead Commissar, into the Meeting Hall. They fanned out once again, taking up a wide perimeter around the benches and stage; there were large gaps in the line around the Dol'Ngrul(?sp?) messenger posts. This thinned the columns of Starspawn even more, leaving two lines that seemed to be manned by guards with ornately decorated robes and golden all-seeing-eye emblems on their robes.

Finally, the remaining guards filed onto the 'stage' where the Elders sat, and stood at attention in a semi-circular ring around the table. They stoop at attention, their glowing green staff weapons (energy weapons) at their sides. Keuql himself was following this column of people, and separated himself from the end and took his position at the left of the table, next to the positions for the two emissaries. Keuql himself gave the next command, signaling for his men to stop marching; they knew the drill, it was really pure ceremony.

"G'yhani"

Keuql took a seat on the ground, and opened a holo-display of the area using a small silvery sphere. Several live feeds streamed into his small holo-projector, which converted them into a 3-D image that could be easily comprehended. (Woo...) If anything happened, he would know about it.

(Dol'Ngrul but you were closer then most would guess.)
Stealth and Slasher sensed Keuql draw near the building and they looked at each other. So the Eilte guard finally decided to show... hopefully they would be needed....

Enigma flew overtop of the massive City; it still amazed him how they managed to build such a large thing in such a small time. Then again, they had some Giants literally putting Buildings down on spots and had Dwarves, Gnolls, Giant Worms, digging through the Ground to make Tunnels. Now it was up to Enigma to destroy all that hard work in one sweet amount of Human Stupidity. Seeing someone down in the East End that didn't look like he belonged there, Enigma quickly swooped down from the Clouds and attempted to land on this Man's Shoulder. He needed to get this Man's attention, and landing somewhere on him seemed to be the best course of Action. After all, in his Crow Form he shouldn't hurt this Man.. At least, not much.. Talons are very sharp after all..

(This is aimed at Derunto who is played by Chulance. If you are in the East End; don't get confused by this.)

Nal’et nodded in understanding as she requested that the healing wait. It would have taken mere seconds for Nal’et but it could undermine her authority should he heal her in front of the crowd.
Standing up straight and turning towards the crowd, he blinked, it was as if he just realized there had been a crowd.

“Hmm.. this is not according to procedure.” Nal’et mumbled as his gaze went over the crowd first, and then towards Daidora. He did not seem to have moved a muscle. Most candidates did their research about the Elders, and Nal’et was over 4000 years old, being the oldest Elder and the one thought to have the most diplomatic power in Elder meetings. Protocol stated the Head Elder had the final say, but some suggested Nal’et could be very convincing when he was negotiating.
Many candidates were easily disheartened by simply ignoring them at first, they began convincing themselves they weren’t considered worth their time.
Of course, if that had been the case, audience had not been accepted in the first place.

This Doppelgänger –he made a mental note to change the records- seemed to be aware of the political games played. To what extent Nal’et was still unclear, but this was something he would find out quickly. He intended on putting the Doppelgängers skills to good use, should he be made an Elder and get to him before Luna had her claws in him.

These thoughts passed through his mind in the fraction of a second, and his gaze rested on Daidora for no more than that, his face and behaviour had shown no emotion, Nal’et was careful of the treacherous signs of body language.
He walked over to his old chair, the one where he usually sat as Fourth, and hesitated. The kind and gentle Nal’et, the one who was very, very old, stood there and frowned while looking down at the chair. Then looking back up and at Luna for a moment, he walked over to Darkspine’s old chair, which was positioned closer to Luna then his older one. He nodded politely and smiled uncertain at Luna, as if apologizing for taking a seat at Darkspine’s old chair.

As Daidora spoke, Nal’et remained silent and observed. The transformation was to be expected, yet the choice of an Elf instead of any other was one to be considered. A silent message perhaps that he had noticed what Nal’et had done?
Capturing the attention of the collective audience had been no small move in political sense, Slasher thought no further then the disrespect of the Elders, and such was his task. But Nal’et knew, no decision made here would go unforgotten, details would be remembered, a grand move indeed. Nal’et couldn’t help but think of a game called ‘Chess’ as he observed the Doppelgänger. This would prove for a very interesting match, should he be an opponent. Had it been a few decades earlier, Nal’et would have replied with his own move in response, to play this game, but plans had been set in motion. He would need to find out quickly if Daidora would endanger his plans and needed to be.. ‘removed’.

He kept his emotions in control as his piercing blue eyes looked at Daidora and his analytical mind raced. Sitting in a chair, with one hand in the sleeve of the other in front of his chest, his robe covering everything from shoulder to feet, allowed him some freedom of movement. His face would give away most signs, and as such, he was careful to not allow it to show a single thing.

He could see Luna smirk from the corner of his eyes, the Whelp had plans for this one, Li seemed shocked at first but would only appreciate his ‘Courage’. Slasher annoyed Luna, which was no surprise to Nal’et, she considered them to have the same intelligence as the canines her race originated from. Perhaps a fatal flaw, but for her or him? What had Luna and Stealth talked about? He made another mental note to inform Hunter Killer, they were both not expected to fraternize with the Elders. But such thoughts were for later.

He was grateful that he had taken the time to calm down and adapt to his ‘mask’, Slasher and Stealth would sense nothing from him, unlike in his office. Being a diplomat required you to hide your emotions and act according to those that the other one shows. Dealing with aliens and all kinds of different races where one can perceive the emotion of another through more than one way, requires one to be prepared. And Nal’et has had plenty of time and experience with all sorts of races to make it nigh impossible for most to perceive his emotion, at least, not without making a visible and obvious attempt.

The arrival of Starspawn Commissars wasn’t completely unexpected, had it not been for their late arrival. The meeting had practically started and they decided to arrive, and make a grand entrance at that. Something to address Keuql about later, how had Daidora gotten past the Starspawn in the first place? Nal’et would be most interested in hearing this from Keuql, he made another mental note.

He observed, and waited for Daidora to begin.

"Nachytsm Encaitar." His words came slow and deliberate as if it took special effort to make himself say them. "Citizen of the city. 'Bout it."

Sandra nodded, accepting the information. She wasn't sure where to take the conversation next. The entire encounter was an odd one, and still she had no idea what to make of the man standing before her.

Instead of speaking further, she turned to clean up her training grounds. She collected the spilled dirt in one of the broken bags and piled it in the corner again. Then she collected all of the cloth and made a small bundle, tied together with her blindfold. She carried it in one hand, bowing to the statue before turning towards the door and the man called Nachytsm.

"I am prepared to leave, if you'd care to join me."

Nachytsm stood still as Sandra turned and began her cleanup. He wondered for a moment if he should be helping, as he recalled it was the 'gentlemanly' thing to do. Instead he stayed on the side of caution and waited for her to finish. When she had, and bowed before the benevolent of the temple, she came back towards him and made an offer which caused him to bristle slightly.

"I am prepared to leave, if you'd care to join me."

Nachytsm appeared ready to bolt at this, however stayed himself. "Eh..." he said at first, looking around. Despite her combat prowess, she didn't seem like she would be much of a threat to him, but if she had friends, and for whatever reason wanted to try killing him, it would get ugly.

It took him a few minutes to think about this, which created a rather awkward silence in which he stared blankly at his would-be host. Finally he responded again, "Eh. A'right," and turned to the door, scanning outside.

It was dark now of course, nearly pitch in this part of the town. The moon overhead was near the end of it's cycle and thus only a sliver in the sky, providing little light, but light it was. The City in the north, east, and west all glowed with all the splendor it was known for, making the stars difficult to see in those directions.

Brovo wrote:Enigma flew overtop of the massive City; it still amazed him how they managed to build such a large thing in such a small time. Then again, they had some Giants literally putting Buildings down on spots and had Dwarves, Gnolls, Giant Worms, digging through the Ground to make Tunnels. Now it was up to Enigma to destroy all that hard work in one sweet amount of Human Stupidity. Seeing someone down in the East End that didn't look like he belonged there, Enigma quickly swooped down from the Clouds and attempted to land on this Man's Shoulder. He needed to get this Man's attention, and landing somewhere on him seemed to be the best course of Action. After all, in his Crow Form he shouldn't hurt this Man.. At least, not much.. Talons are very sharp after all..

(This is aimed at Derunto who is played by Chulance. If you are in the East End; don't get confused by this.)

Derunto walked through the massive city it was increadible he enjoyed the East Side he wanted to live here. They had such large buildings he had heard stories that the north and West were even more wonderful than this.He would love to go to those ends one day. He had seen Giants putting buildings down on spots and had seen a variety of other creatures digging through the ground to make tunnels. Such hard and tiring work it must have taken to make such an increadible place! He continued walking as he thought he heard a Crow but he couldn't it was just his imagination"He thought as he felt something land on his shoulder turning to see a crow land on his shoulder this was odd.He smiled looking at the crow"Hi I'm Derunto"He said with a smile

They walked on shrouded in darkness. They we quiet, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. They kept pace with each other as they walked through the remains of the infamous First District. They passed many destroyed buildings and former temples; most of which hadn't been visited in hundreds, if not thousands of years. Rubble crumbled under their feet as they moved; a constant reminder of what the humans had been forced to leave behind.

The moon outlined the buildings in a warm glow, and the shadows stretched out for miles. They were still deep in the heart of the First District when they heard it.

Then noise was slight - most wouldn't have noticed. But she could feel Nachytsm tense beside her and she continued to walk with caution, listening for more sounds that would pinpoint the location of whatever was near them. She walked softer now, her slippered feet making no sound amongst the never ending rubble and dirt.

Another sound. And another.

"They've come."

Nachytsm turned and Sandra pressed her back to his, drawing her knives in one fluid movement.

They were everywhere. Scaled bodies that looked almost human surrounded them. They were at a considerable distance still, but they were approaching slowly, laughing and barking back and forth in a language she did not recognize. Their gray scales bristled and they were grinning.

"What is it you want?" She barked out in the common language agreed upon to communicate between the races.

The one nearest to her laughed, barking something back to his comrades in his own language, then looked her in the eye. "It is no concern of yours, human."

He made a gesture, and they began to move quicker, the bulk of them going for Nachytsm. Take out the guy and have the girl as a play thing. It was a common thing here in South End, but to have a different race here using these tactics was almost baffling. Perhaps they expected to get away with it, since humans weren't allowed to attack another race for any reason, but if that's what they thought, they were sorely mistaken. She only hoped Nachytsm could hold his own. She had a feeling he could.

"What are they?" She asked him in English, avoiding the common language she had used to address the things approaching.

Then there was no more time for questions as what appeared to be the leader lunged towards her.

Nachytsm had remained at the door to the old temple until Sandra moved out into the darkness beyond. Seeing this, he quickly fell in beside her, walking not one step ahead to wherever she was going. The shadows cast by the dim light of the moon, and the city beyond the walls to the north, east and west, were long and deep, and increased Nachytsm's sense of paranoia in his surroundings.

Nevertheless he kept pace easily with the female, as if accustomed to guarding in unsure conditions. He stood neither close, nor exactly far, but within arms reach should such actions be necessary. Then there was a noise, sudden and not too distant, which caused him to tense. He did not break his stride, but his eyes began to dart from shadow to shadow, seeing things which moved only within his mind. The footpads of his companion were noticeably softer, however his own fell ever heavy on the ground. If there was something stalking him, no matter how small the gesture, he wanted them to know he was not to be trifled with.

Then, all at once, there was a flurry of noise as several creatures, nearly armored in appearance, taller than a man, yet similar save the head and tail; while it was dark, Nachytsm could make out a faint outline of the things surrounding them. He quickly stepped back and turned around, placing his back against Sandra's, and assessing the situation in a calm, but ready defensive stance. The monsters hissed, barked, laughed in their own tongue, stepping closer as their gray scales caught the dim light. Sandra called out in common tongue, "What is it you want?" to which one of the closer, after some more incomprehensible gibberish to it's comrades, turned it's gruesome visage to the pair of assailed, "It is no concern of yours, human." It replied. Making an easily noticeable gesture with it's hands, the pack advanced.

But Nachytsm had not been idle during the talks. His eyes flicked from one creature to the next, tallying up their numbers. From what he could see, there were seven advancing on him, some from Sandra's direction nearly, while the other four went towards Sandra. While figuring some sort of combat maneuver, his train of thought was broken; "What are they?" Sandra asked in English. Nachytsm frowned, then spread his legs with one in front of him. "Troglodytes or sommat," he replied in kind, before saying, quite loudly in common, "Ai, Lizard. There's a wall behind you."

The object of his statement did not pause in it's advance, as it was a rather simple tactic, one which was not likely to work on anyone with intelligence enough to perform flanking maneuvers. But the statement was more for his own sense of humor than an attempt at distracting his would-be assailant.

Without another word, Nachytsm lunged forward into the first of the creatures, catching it by surprise and slamming it into the rock wall with a loud crunch, of stone, carapace, and bone. The kick from his sudden start caused a small cloud of dust to erupt where he once stood, and another cloud appeared as masonry was pulverized by the coldblooded missile.

Quickly removing himself from the wall and it's gruesome resident, he moved towards his second target; this one was ready, and had unleashed razor sharp talons from its four fingers. Apparently heedless of this danger, Nachytsm was on the Trog in a flash, wrapped around it and snapping it's neck, though not without injury; both hands had buried themselves deep into his right thigh and his left shoulder.

But he was certainly not done yet. Without pausing to rip the creature's lifeless hands from himself, he proceeded to the third target, grizzly armor wrapped around him now, while the others unleashed blood curdling shrieks of rage and charged towards him. His third target fell much the same as the second, minus an arm, which had been ripped off cruelly to use as a weapon. It all happened in but a few seconds of time, and had been entirely silent save for the crushing of bodies and the screams of the assailants; Nachytsm had yet to utter a sound, even of pain.

She lent no thought to how Nachytsm was doing - he'd either kill or be killed, and nothing she did at this moment would change that. Instead, she focused on the scaly beast in front of her, bringing her left knife down to clink across the gray scales. She placed her foot on its stomach and pushed back hard, knocking it back a few feet.

It was as she thought. She'd have to find a way to get her knives between those scales - otherwise this fight would turn out to be an obnoxious one at best. With her back still to her new comrade in arms, she stared at the leader. Without moving her eyes, she swung her right arm in a wide arc, stabbing brutally into another beast's eye. It cried out in its native tongue, stumbling backwards, but she didn't have time to pay it much attention, as more were advancing on her.

One long claw-like hand swiped at her face, and she dropped to her knees, stabbing upward into her attackers' neck, her other hand grabbing a leg and dropping the opponent. The stabbed monster grabbed at his throat in vain - the knife had dug cleanly into the soft fleshy area. He fell with a dull thud.

Placing her right hand firmly on the ground, she swung her body around, her legs slamming into the one she had assumed the leader and knocking him off balance and using her free hand to dig deeply into the underbelly of the other she had knocked down. He hissed his last words in the language she couldn't understand.

Two remained on her end. She didn't have time to check on Nachytsm, but from the sounds of things, he was handling his own quite nicely. Instead, she did a motion sort of like a hand-spring to gain her feet again and readied herself to square off with her last two attackers.

A more socially adept person might taunt her opponents now, having gained a sense of an upper hand, but her face was grim and cold - the face of one who only did what she felt needed to be done. It wasn't fun, it was necessary.

With the determination that only comes from the want to stay alive, she lunged towards her foe. She would not stop until the last one was dead. There was no other option.

Daidora had drunk deeply of Slasher’s threat. Staring up at a beast with enough power to easily tear the doppelganger apart, the shapeshifter could only offer an apologetic nod of his head as the monster stomped back to its seat and then turned his attention back on the council.

The next words to issue from his borrowed mouth would determine the fate of his future. Like so many accomplishments in the two-faced world of politics, one must first capture the eyes of their audience. Words spoken here meant nothing unless everyone walked away with at least an inkling of what transpired. Luckily, the incident with Slasher had more than captured the rapt attention of the crowd. Now…she would trap the more important viewers of her little performance…the elders staring with amused smiles on their confident faces.

“Great elders,” he began with another flourishing bow, “My name is Daidora the doppelganger and I have invoked the right of council in order to present my candidacy for the empty seat among you.”

As she finished, her body had already changed. Now a woman of startling beauty paced back and forth before the elder, pulling her cloak closely around her naked body. Her hair was a seaweed green cascade to frame her sleek, pale face and mischievous yellow eyes danced from Nal’et to Taluna, settling on Li before she opened her mouth again. “But I won’t waste your time in praising my own talents; you all can see well enough what my kind is capable of so prattling on would accomplish nothing but vanity.”

Again a transformation overtook the doppelganger and now a young Satyr stood before them, curling horns rising from his head of matted and tangled hair. But even this transformation was short lived as a human grew from the Satyr to stare toward the Elders with a sort of stubborn pride, his chin raised defiantly. He had short brown hair which stood straight as if conducting some sort of electricity and his blue eyes were proud and angry. He looked directly at Nal’et, strong corded arms rigid at his side as fists clenched hard enough to whiten the knuckles. “In the past twenty years, attacks from human bandits have steadily risen in a near constant of 2% every four years.” His gaze lingered on Nal’et for a few more moments before Daidora continued, striding back and forth as he spoke as if addressing some great hall of kings from days of yore. “Now, such a small increase can hardly put even the most trivial of hiccups in the operation of our grand city, but everywhere around the world the statistics remain the same.” Here he paused…grinning confidently. “Exactly the same.”

“If the importance of those words are lost on you, consider that a synchronized increase on a global scale might point to an alarming contingency barely addressed in the management of humans today…Organization.”

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves uncomfortably. In the former years, humans had been rebellious…but easily broken by the creatures who claimed dominion over the world. The possibility of them being a threat was a widely ignored theory…what did the master fear of the slaves?

“Now, organization on its own is hardly something worth sweating over…but I have reason to believe humans may be amassing military prowess in a long term plan to retake dominance of the world.”

No one said a word. The idea was crazy…it was mad…it was impossible…but why did the words of this lone shapeshifter strike such fear into the hearts of those watching from the crowd? What was it about the way he spoke that left no room for either doubt or question?

“Currently I am attempting to locate the headquarters or at least one member of such a conspiracy but have yet to make progress. The humans are secretive and distrustful…years of oppression have made them sly.”

Pausing at this point, he retook his elf form. “We cannot allow ourselves to forget that it was only the gods who destroyed the humans and their power…not us. Neither should we overlook the fact that until the gods acted…our people were oppressed and beaten to the point of constant fear of detection. There is no doubt in my mind that these creatures we see so fit to enslave can and will use our complacency against us to deliver some terrible blow no one will expect.”

“I come before the council today and submit myself to become one of them…to put my theories to use in discovering the whereabouts of my theorized threat and ending its poison to our magnificent society. The gods saw fit to grant us this world…let us not lose it to the plague which threatened to destroy it in the beginning.”

Daidora let the entities in the room sup of his words and feel their weight. He'd spent decades among the humans...enough time to learn his theory was most likely correct and that these lazy creatures needed to be warned outright with something appearing insane rather then be unprepared for an eventuality.

Now the question was how the elders would react...Nal'et would be his ally on this perhaps...the elf had more secrets about the humans then he let on.

Huter Killer couldn't take it.

He had been listening in on to the council meeting through a special device implanted in Slasher's helmet. He varely waited for the door to slide open before his massive form ripped the metalic obstacle from its tracks and through it across the hall. The bent and ruined sheet of 2 inch thick metal clanged against another door, leaving a dent large enough to stop the door from slidding open.

As his anger rose his feet began to pound on the ground below him, leaving divets where his metalic feet and claws hammered into the ground. He exited his HQ and stormed across the plaza and up the steps. He pushed past the starspawn without slowing and stopped before the next set of doors. He cooled himself enough that his carapace was no longer grating at each tightened move and he waited for the door to open. He let his eyes scan to room as he sucked in another breath from his air canister and entered.

He proceeded down the area and stood next to Keuql for only a moment. Before a chair emerged from the floor and he took a seat. Unlike his second, unless he was knocked off his feet, there would be no way physically possible for him to sit on the ground. As soon as he was seated he glanced at his marshal's holo display of the area and grunted. His gaze shifted and landed on this.... Daidora. In his head, he had already formulated several different ways to rip this doppelganger apart, while still forcing it to change shape.

He crossed all four arms infront of him and laid them on his chest. A warning that every elder and guard personel knew, ment his was displeased about something. Having had to once demonstrate that anger infront of the council when one of his guards, before the StarSpawn took their place, forgot to chain his Dol'Ngorn and it almost made a break for the elders. Nunter, personally subdued the Dol'Ngron and then stood before the guard. All four arms crossed, before he proceeded to grip its faceplate and ripp the fused metal from its skin. The guard remained motionless and silent, since the translator and auditor deviced were the first to give out.

But in a few minutes the guard dropped to the floor, true face exposed for the first time to the non Dal'Ngoth. Immediatly after a second quard pair filtered in and removed the bodies and cleaned the area, before the meeting resumed. But everyone knew well, from that point on, that if he crossed all four arms infront of him, Whom ever he was looking at... Was on very thin ice......

There had been little stop from the moment Nachytsm had launched himself at the first foe, to the moment he dismembered the third. Blood ran freely to the ground, from his foes and from himself, and the fight was not yet done.

Nachytsm was now both armed and armored thanks to his foes, using one of the fallen as a crude armor for his front, and the arm of another as a weapon nearly like a mace, or perhaps more a flail. His third foe had fallen to the ground, and it's snout met Nachytsm's boot before he twisted in place, further mutilating the dying beast to see his remaining four attackers.

Two had slowed as three of their number were so quickly taken down, while one maintained pace. The fourth had sped up however, shrieking aloud in a rage only matched by the silent destroyer before it. The crucial milliseconds he would be granted between each wave was more than enough to gaurantee victory with little damage. His eyes flicked to his female charge for a split second; she was dealing with the second of her four. He would worry about that once he was done.

The first of his remaining enemies reached his just as he brought his eyes back. Without pause, he swung his makeshift weapon once, two, three times in quick succession, all three swipes bringing the sharp talons of the fallen to the face of the once comrade. A pitiful scream of defiance was uttered before Nachytsm closed the remaining distance and with his bare hand smashed his way into the heart of the beast, grabbing and crushing it's heart in one smooth gesture. Now, he had a shield.

Not that he would need any of it in the end, he knew. But Nachytsm was always for psychotic warfare, demoralizing his foes before they could reach him; and those that did would pray on their gods that they be given chance to correct their mistake.

The second of the four came upon him, and he again slashed with the clawed weapon, flailing it this way and that as he would. The creature in turn used both of it's hands to try and slash Nachytsm, but all times one of two fallen companions would be in the way. Eventually, able to take it no more, it backed and fled towards the other two who were advancing cautiously and speaking in their own tongue on how to deal with the monster before them. Nachytsm however, not to let a foe escape, launched the arm he bore at his foe, sinister claws puncturing it's back and crashing it to the ground to writhe in pain.

At this point he decided he had milked the element of fear for all it was worth on these primitives, at least by way of using their comrades as weapons. Ripping the claws from his sides, he let the first fall to the ground, then let drop the second from his arm. Covered in blood and still bleeding, a smile born of insanity and little else crossed his face, making a come hither gesture.

The two remaining foes stopped, glanced at each other. The moment of uncertainty was all he needed, as he lunged forward once more and with the force of a catapult snapped each of their necks with one arm, leaving them lifeless on the ground. A total of ten, perhaps twenty seconds had passed since he donned his armor, and his eyes glimpsed again to his companion. One of the two lizards were still advancing, apparently not at all worried about the greater of their numbers being down, while Sandra was charging the final.

Nachytsm meant to correct their mistake, fatally. Stooping and lifting one of the recent fallen, he lobbed it over Sandra's head, followed quickly by the second, and then he himself leapt over her, as if flying, a wind momentarily taking residence in the corridor they fought.

The first grizzly missile landed in front of one of the advancing, causing confusion and fear as it looked up in time for the second to land directly on it. Nachytsm proceeded to land atop it as well, crushing it's spine. Without stopping, he lunged after the final foe from behind as it was grappling with Sandra, crushing it to the ground and pressing it's head into the ground as momentum brought them forward, snapping it's snout. For good measure he punched it in the back of the head a couple of extra times before standing.

Covered in blood now, a few wayward scales stuck into his body and clothing, Nachytsm appeared to be a specter of death looming from the shadows as he looked back towards Sandra who appeared unharmed. "Y'alright?" He asks quietly. Despite the speed with which all eleven assailants were dispatched, and the near constant shrieks they emitted until silenced, he didn't feel like drawing the unnecessary attention that they might should survivors be heard.

Silence rang loudly in the Gathering Hall and Li thought very, very hard about what she had heard. The idea that humans were dangerous was not something that she had to stretch herself to believe. She had known it for decades, from the day humans had taken she and her parents hostage so long ago. It was a simple concept. A grain of sand or a lone ant was nothing. But working together in the thousands, millions both could kill. And for all of her trash talking, Li knew humans were capable, disgusting beasts though they were. They had the capacity to work together to evade and manipulate and connive.

Disgusting, yes. Beasts, maybe so. But they were capable, very much so.

Throught the years, though, the people had been hesitant for any type of decisive movement against the humans. Though they were a minority, those sympathetic to the human plight were particularly vocal.

This one, Daidora, could be the strong voice that got her what she wanted.

Slowly, Li let a smile creep across her face.

"Well spoken, Daidora. I like him."

((Sorry I have yet to post but, I hope I am not contradicting anything Dx tell me if I am and Imma change it >.<))

She knew that she should have awoken long before, could hear the pounding steps of other as she slumbered, safe below city. Of course, it wasn't truly safe, especially not where she "lived" if you could call it that. No, she should have awoken long ago, should have crawled out of the filth, the scum, below The slums, but she didn't wish to. Who could blame her? No one, weither they be human or other would want to be down there, but then again she had no choice. In her long experience no one would except a hybrid, they seemed to be frowned on even more then the humans but she didn't mind, she had her own friends. Who cared if they lived with her in her mind, who cared if they sometimes tried to destroy her? Of course, many would call her insane, but that wasn't true, at least that is what she told herself. Who was she..? That question, she didn't even know. She called herself Scheme, but there were others, whispering in her mind, trying to take control of her body, that had different names for her. "Coward, wimp" where but a few of the whispered names they called. It was this night, for she hated the sun, it hurt her, drained her of the strength she found limited, that the echoes of those words, of the mocking sadistic voices that made her scamper up out of the hole, that made her shuffle along the streets.
Many would have found it weird to see her like this, ragged and broken, white hair, the one vanity she had allowed herself, limp and tangled Green and gold eyes peering out from her hair, animalistic, brimming with the knowledge that this place, the slums, was where she belonged. She was dirty, nothing, worse than even the humans that populated this place. Perhaps she would kill one of them, feel her fangs pierce the flesh and the blood rush down her throat, blood...god how she needed it, how she wanted it but.. "No." she whispered, almost unaware that she had spoken the word out loud in a voice cracked, hoarse, broken like herself. She wouldn't feed, not yet, she would live without taking the life of someone, no matter how much the voices told her, entranced her. If need be, if she felt her body start to starve, start to eat it's self and scream for the oxygen her breath didn't supply her, she would take one of the dog sized rats and tear it apart, eat it and consume the sickening putrid blood of an animal. It would sustain her, keep her from killing the humans in the place, hopefully stopping her from being noticed by those that run this place. This place....the beautiful city of filth, of corruption. The smell of anger, hatred, fear, and crushed hopes hung in the air, as did the smell of piss and shit. Not the best place to be, oh no, but she was speared from the other homeless by her looks. She was ragged, filthy, and muttering to herself. So skinny that he shirt hung off bony shoulders, that the passer byers could count each and everyone of her ribs. It didn't matter though, nothing mattered. That was the last thought as she looked up, starring at the horizon, the tall buildings f the other places, and noticed the sky lightening, the sun starting to rise, as she slipped down an open manhole thing, back to sit in filth and smell the putrid filth and sewers of the catacombs beneath the city. She would sit there in the dark, building up her courage to go out again, to face this world, maybe then she would meet someone, maybe then she would try and be...human fore it was the only thing she could, at least they wouldn't look down on her...or would they?

Shadow patroled with his Dal'Ngoth partner, his sensitive ears picking up all the sounds in that section of the Slums. He heard a voice, it was as clear as a bell, like the speaker was directly next to him. " Down this way..." They turned and went down that street, examining the alley ways they passed. A scent caught his nose, "Wait...." He moved away from the Dal'Ngoth and moved farther off, He caught the sight of someone a little ways off. It wasn't a human but it was... different. " Whoes there? Why are you out at this time? "

The girl heard a vioce and she froze, upper body sticking out along the street. For a moment she thought it was just another vioce in her head but it had a..slightly masculine sound, they had never done that.
The girl closed her eyes, sticking her head back as she sniffed at the ear, nostrils falring delicitly. Who was that? She shook her head, dropping down to cower in the hole, to cower in the shadows. Could it be someone from her past looking for her once more, someone whom was trying to kill her? She dared not move, dared not go to her home beneath the slums incased they had followed.She waited, barly breathing, eyes wide with fear and body quivering, for them to pass, or for them to grab her and release her.
She looked like a human, smelled like grim and dirt and other things, hopefully they wouldn't hurt her. For that moment of fear all was quite, all but her pounding heart, her small shallow breaths.

Shadow could sense the girls mind, he could smell her bearing, He could hear her heart beat and her shallow, scared breaths. She was no human... she was a neko and something more. " Come out from where you are hidding, you are no Human so you have no fear with me. Come, come out and tell me your name and what you are doing in the Slums of the human kind. " He turned off his amplifier and called into his VOX unit, so she couldn't hear. " I need a transport unit at my location that will report to HQ. Also, contact the commander... I think I've found someone of intrest for him...."

Shadow shut off the unit and turned on his amplification device again. The device was built into their helmets so they and the Dal'Ngoth could talk to the other races without the faceblate muting their voices. " I mean no harm, Just come out slowly and we may talk..."