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Vers wasn't all too surprised that Yorito blocked his exit. Still, it wasn't anything too troublesome. Porcelain, from the looks of it. Thermite ought to do the trick. Still, that wasn't his problem. The twat Yorito proved his persistence, and probably wouldn't want to let him get away. Well, looks like he'd have to take this kid out quickly. That is, until the obsidian shards smashed into his body. Well, that is to say, a decent amount of them. As quickly as he could react, Vers unleashed another concussive blast, knocking the rest of the obsidian shards off course.

Vers whirled around, and looked at Yorito. Immediately, an eyepatch - with a crystalline lens at its center and wires connecting it with Vers' robotic arm - and a futuristic firearm, attached to Vers' gauntlet, appeared on Vers' person. Without further ado, he pointed the gun at Yorito.

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Weapons systems online.
Capacity: 100%
Issue command?
Execute command: Lock-on.
Provide locations...
- Solar Plexus
- Left foot
- Right eye
- Forehead
- Auxiliary Equipment.
Specify Auxiliary Equipment...
- Composition: Porcelain
Energy level adjusted for ROUND 5.
Locations loaded.
Execute command: Load

For Yorito, he would only have a moment between Vers pointing the gun at him, and the firearm's barrel glowing a bright blue. He just might want to stop running at Vers. As it stood, Vers wasn't even paying attention to Lokk. Why? Well, targeting systems tend to do that to you.

((The bolts are composed primarily of energy, although there is one fairly hot piece of metal at the center. They aren't homing, and probably won't kill on impact.))



Durnam shook his head, and set Fellmund's cards on fire - that is, if they weren't made of metal. If they were, then Fellmund might not want to be touching them - before taking the papers, said a quick "Thanks" and walked back upstairs.

In his room, Durnam sat down on his bed, and slowly began reading through the papers with info on the Oress ((GSG, if you think this is way too long for a post or not meant for public eyes, then just PM me the stuff)). Oh, and anyone trying to get into his room would find a wall of fire at his door. Not cool, Durnam. Not cool.



Koren stroked his chin - he now has an evil goatee, mind you - and processed that new piece of information. This would make things troublesome, but it wouldn't be too difficult to bypass.

"Then I won't do it. I'll just use someone. Add in one extra person to the mix. As for how I died, well, every fiber of my being was shredded to bits by tendrils of shadow. Not exactly the most fun experience."