Snippet #2274999

Drogoth

Drogoth watched the landscape rush by him in a blur of color. He had formed a sphere of water, and was now inside the creation, speeding back to the Shade base. It wasn't by any means as fast as Nira's near instant means of transportation, but it was faster than anyone could run, or even track with their eyes for more than a few seconds. At this rate, he would be back to the headquarters within the hour.

He turned his attention back to his feelings towards the recent developments, and his eyes narrowed at the thoughts. Something had to be done with everyone in the Princess's group, and Drogoth knew exactly what to do. For two of them, at least. His thoughts turned to the archer once again, and sadness clutched at his heart, threatening to break through and infect his mind with it's weakness.

Ripping his thoughts away from such things, he focused on the landscape, or at least tried to, as it was still rushing past him extremely quickly. At least he could still make out individual details...for a few seconds, anyway.

Slowing down at the sight of more familiar features, he felt something strange. Almost...sane. He looked at the trees, and felt somehow connected to them. He slowed down even more, and eventually stopped. The man looked at a butterfly fluttering in front of him. He felt at strangely peace at the sight of the tiny creature flying through the wind, not a care in the world. Just enjoying life.

"What. The. Hell?" Panic rising inside him, he drew his right scimitar and made a horizontal slash at the insect. To his absolute horror, the blade turned away at the last instant, missing the creature by a centimeter.

He tried to find the rage to kill the bug, but simply couldn't. Moving to sheath the scimitar, he stopped, frozen. It took him several moments to raise his eyes to the weapon, and when he looked further down, at the hilt, his jaw dropped. At the edges of the normally black jewel, where the jewel was connected to the hilt, there was a very slight amount of blue forming. It was slight, but it was there.

A quick analysis of his other blade showed similar results, and he suddenly felt very weak. Ripping pieces of cloth from his black cape, he quickly covered the jewels and immediately found the source of his feelings. Rather than feeling enraged or confused, he knew exactly what to do. His feelings now felt right in his mind, and he no longer felt the presence of anything else in his thoughts, only his own passion and newly formed sanity.

"Now that...is interesting..." He laughed out of joy, and formed the sphere again. "I have a thought..." Keeping this new idea in mind, Drogoth proceeded to enter the orb once more.

Before long, he realized how close he was to the base, and didn't bother to slow down. He looked straight down, where he saw a flash of movement, and pondered the image for a moment. He looked up, to where the village buildings were quickly coming into view.

The man crashed into the ground, as well as an unfortunate Shade, on his way down and in the middle of the base. Muttering an apology that seemed both useless and out of place, he rose into the air again, leaving the others to take care of the corpse, and floated over to where he had seen the movement.

Drogoth looked around, but saw nothing, so decided to get closer. As soon as he got over a small hill, he saw what had caused the movement and the man raised his eyebrows at the scene.

Rising into the air again, he hurtled back to where he was, the other Shades about to haul the body away scattering as Drogoth came down at the Shade again, smashing the unfortunate corpse further into the ground.

"Terribly sorry...uh...never mind." Drogoth walked casually through the village, a slight smile on his face, until he got to where he knew Nira, and no doubt Talazar, had taken residence in. It was the obvious choice, and any other building as a headquarters would surprise the lieutenant.

Walking up to the door and taking care not to make any noise, he crept into and through the house, noting Nira working on what was obviously something to help Talazar, then quickly walking past without being noticed.

He entered the next room, where Talazar undoubtedly was, via another entrance, and walked over to him, noting the dead doctor.

"Hello, Talazar." He offered a slight smile at the reaper. "Well, aren't you in a bit of trouble? How many times did he stab you? Thirty four? Never mind, that doesn't matter. Get up you lazy cow, you look pathetic, and you've got company. I'll just show myself to the accommodations. You don't mind, do you? Of course you don't." With that, he walked over to the nearest wall, where the massive scythe was leaning, and casually picked it up with one hand, gripping closely to the blade because of the obvious imbalance in weight, walked back to Talazar, and poked him with the handle. "The same guys as before are coming, so let's go." He flipped the weapon over, holding it by the handle, adjusting greatly at the weight, and created a rather large amount of water, also activating the wind jewel in the scythe, and blew the water into his face and upper body, along with a gust of air. He also activated his ice jewel, creating a platform over Talazar with the point above his face, to drip water on him. "Do hurry up..." He walked over to the far wall, in view of both Talazar and the doorway, and stood there with his arms folded over his chest casually, the scythe leaning next to him.