Touya Khan
“Lucky to have a hybrid who can’t even activate her wrist blades properly? Rage isn’t a reliable source of empowerment if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
"That's not what I meant and you know it," Touya countered softly.
“We’ve had less than a week to train. How good are my prospects Touya? How good could they possibly be? They have an army of hybrids. One meager reject isn’t going to do squat in such a situation. We can’t stay away from Val forever Touya. Soon, we’ll be fighting together. If the situation is as grim as you’re painting it, perhaps we don’t have that luxury.”
He accepted her embrace, feeling her warmth as it radiated from her core. Even as she stood up on her tip toes, he bent down to make it easier for her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her tightly. Everything she said was straight and to the point. All of it was true and it was most definitely the fore front of his worries. For the past several days he had been trying to figure out a way to get them out of their deep predicament. Something that would save them from total annihilation. So far, nothing was coming to him. He would have to do something, and soon, if they wanted to survive this fight.
“I’ll leave you to your cooking shall I? Try not to poison Val’s food while you’re at it,” April laughed as she pulled away from him.
"I'll try," he commented with a slight grin and left her to finish the work that needed to be done. All the while his thoughts were still trying to formulate some kind of plan.
Damea Reese
He was among the first to be sent out to meet the group of Therian's that were going to attack the facility. Damea didn't find that very surprising seeing as he was close to Touya to start with and his magic could be useful. How, though he was unsure of, but he figured something would fall into place. The group that was meant to leave very shortly stood in the hall while Abigail conversed with Reginald. Damea moved forward, curious as to what it was they were talking about.
“No, we should be all set on this end. I only hope the therians have a plan in mind other than an upfront battle. That’s exactly what Victor wants. Any thoughts on what might happen?” Reginald asked.
“Sometimes the best way to beat an opponent is to attack their strengths, though I’m obviously referring to Victor here. No use playing mental games with a brain dead hybrid. The hybrids are the perfect army, almost. No hunger, no need to sleep, fearless and immune to pain to top it all off. We might as well be walking to our deaths,” Abigail answered. Her demeanor was far too calm for Damea's liking, but then, one would rather have a calm person in charge than one who was constantly freaking out. He figured it was probably a good thing then to have her in charge for most things.
“Destroying the facility will stop the production, but what do we do with the current hybrids? They will continue to exist unless addressed.”
“Who knows, but someone has to stop Victor.”
"And that would be us, wouldn't it?" Damea grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway. He sighed deeply as he glanced over to Abigail before speaking again, "You know. If you think about it. The hybrids are nothing but a tangle of metal and flesh. They may not feel pain, but don't you think they'd stop working if they were nothing but... ashes?"
An eyebrow lifted as his lips twisted into his usual mischievous smile, "I'm sure there's something that's flammable in that facility of his. Get me to it and I can have that place blown apart in no time. With that, I can spread the fire to the hybrids and burn them all down to nothing but red hot pieces of metal. And Victor... well, I can leave him to whomever gets to him first."