Zanzarian Port: Lower Levels

"AND WHAT IF I DON'T LET GO."
Boris draws him closer to his helmet, the red triangles show interference and the helmet produces a very loud tiger's roar paralyzing both of them.
"GO ON. BITE AND CLAW."

Boris grabs the lion-being by the throat with a single arm and raises him as the tentacles let go of him.
"Is... Is that a staff? a Lion-thing using a staff?"
Boris takes away the staff and pins it on the floor as a spike to impale others.
"And you."
Boris grabs Connor by the throat as well.
"You... Look familiar... Pay... Payemandu? Payemyndii, isn't it? used to be a big name... back then."
Boris puts down both of them and dusts them off, takes his foot off Connor's hand and "places" it where it belongs, as well as taking the staff out of the ground and giving it to Nigel.
"Mayhaps... We can forget this incident" Says Boris as the small triangles on his helmet go back to blue and his visor retracts, showing his scarred face and jet-black hair perfectly slicked back.
"I am not one to mindlessly attack others, i'm usually more calm than this, and seen the kid getting blasted... well, it gets on my nerves, vy znayete? I am not fond of seeing children die." explained Boris, his heavy russian accent being far more noticeable without the helmet and yelling.
"Once again, i apologize for my manners, maybe i need to reevaluate the strong-weak sides when a child turns into an abomination against two innocent bystanders... well, one of them not so innocent." said while glancing at Connor.

"my name is Boris. Boris Gradelvox." said Boris as he bows.
"And how do they call you, undead-brat and Lion-Tovarishch." says Boris as he spreads his arms.

[Agh, the Godmodding in this one is crazy. Apologies dude, you might want to fix yer godmodding or we'll godmod you. If you don't understand what I mean, then you should ask some of the moderators.
Right now, I'm going to ignore the crazy smashing-against-the-floor thing. That was about as godmodded as godmodding can be.
Thanks for yer co-operation.
Also, I would like to know how Boris knows of the Payemyndii clan. "Back then" was quite some time ago. While also being in a completely different galaxy. The only people who know of the Payemyndii clan are either military/intelligence agencies or the Shadonian Empire themselves.]

"'ey! My arm!" Connor called out as he watched his arm get crushed under the metal guy's foot. This guy... He is either an imbecile who doesn't understand anything. Or he's an imbecile who doesn't understand what he's saying... Either way, this guy is about as idiotic as Connor.

Suddenly, the metal man had a change of heart. The two were placed down, dusted off. The severed arm was held back in place where Connor's regeneration abilities allowed it to reattach, although, the smashed bones would take some time to fix.

"Ah, so ye know of t' Payemyndii clan?" Connor questioned, confused as to how a random russian guy can know about a developing nation which had died many decades ago. What does he mean by 'back then'? It doesn't matter, Lord Payemyndii would love to hunt this guy down later.

"Inciden' forgo'en, we 'ave t' go. I ain' dealin' wi' some crazy guy like ye." Connor nodded, and glanced over to the lion man.
"Le's go." Without giving anyone a chance to reply, Connor walked off. Grumbling to himself as his massive amount of ammunition wrapped around his body clanged together.

Nigel nodded abruptly, adjusting his pack on his back and snatching his weapon up off the ground. He followed Connor out without another word, checking to make sure his life's work was still in working conditions. He mumbled under his breath about stress on the gears his tail twitching agitatedly.

"There are a few ways up to the upper levels. I prefer the lifts, less likely to be mugged, but...keep an eye on your pockets anyways." Nigel said falling in line next to Connor. He nodded towards a small grouping of old metal lifts. They resembled utility lifts, enormous and open to the dank air of the underground. They where meant to cater to large groups of workers who worked in the utilities in the lower port. A few grit smeared workers lifted vacant dreary eyes at them as they aproached but bothered not to speak or acknowledge the pair. Their eyes had seen enough darkness in that underground to know better than to show interest in what dwells down there. One wrong witness could spell real danger that none of them could afford. They simply parted to allow the pair into the elevator and waited for the doors to close.

Connor continued his heavily slouched walk, listening to the lions words as he did so. "Why would I need t' keep an eye on me pocke's? I don' even 'ave any." He spoke, seemingly irritated. Well, he was quite irritated at the past events with the OP metal guy. But that's nothing needed, it's best to steer clear of OP guys.

It wasn't long until Connor and the lion man reached one of the worker lifts, joining a group of the depressive workers in one of the decomposing metal lifts. "Well, we finally ge' t' find ma par'ner. 'opefully Lord Payemyndii will be around." He sighed, not caring about what he says near the workers. It's not like they have time to say or do anything that isn't to do with their jobs.

"Maybe dis is why Lord Payemyndii pu' 'is eyes on dis place. Dese guys seem loyal and 'ardworkin'. An' dis place is perfec' fer de clan t' se'le."

Sadly, as the two were speaking. Lord Payemyndii was in the main clan ship orbiting Misrana. Raging at the fact that he cannot bring the ship down to the port as it was too big.
It won't be long until he arrives in one of the smaller drop ships.

Boris, slightly irritated mumbled under his breath "dumb as fuck children believe they can fight an empire." and did just as he did on scourge, walked back until the shadows cowered him and silently stalked the duo, while breaking any light bulbs on his way with a small pellet of shadow energy, to ease his navigation.