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Allan Denton

"This sucks."

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a character in “The Garden: Rise of The Nameless”, as played by Zalgo

Description

|| Allan Denton ||




"I swear my life just wont stop getting worse."



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|| Theme Songs ||
Normal||Rjd2 - Ghostwriter||
Fighting||Apocalyptica - Path||



|| Age ||
18
|| Gender ||
Male
|| Sexuality ||
Straight
|| Role ||
Security Guard



|| Hair Color ||
Black
|| Eye Color ||
Deep Dark Brown
|| Skin Tone ||
Light
|| Height ||
6'2"
|| Weight ||
182 Pounds
|| Appearance ||
This guy is sort of a tall lanky fellow. He stands with a forward slouch and generally dresses down, his aim more for comfort than style. As a matter of fact he tries not to stand out by generally wearing plainer colors such as black, grey and white. Overall people who know him would describe him as a rather miserable looking guy. He rarely smiles and he keeps his eyes mostly down to the floor more often than not. His most identifying feature is his set of black fingerless gloves with blue straps.




|| Personality ||

It wouldn't be wrong to call him apathetic. It also wouldn't be wrong to call him pathetic, though maybe less so depending on circumstance.

The most notable attribute of his is that he is dispassionate. This is very often mistaken as laziness as he rarely likes to put any effort into day to day things. He isn't truly lazy as when he believes in something or wants to truly accomplish something he'll work tirelessly at it. His only goal is to defeat the forces which threaten his home world, he is quite reluctant to assist any further than that.

A contributing reason to his lack of passion is that he is shy. He doesn't like talking with people in general. Large crowds bother him and the more frequently people talk with him in a day the worse he feels. He is anti-social without a doubt. He can overcome this shyness to function within a group and get what needs doing done but he will avoid socialization if at all possible.

Due to his frustration with interacting with others he is just a very unhappy individual. He doesn't smile often and gets annoyed quite easily. He does have a temper but perhaps a quality of his is his ability to think through stress. No matter how agitated, how angry or how much in pain he is in his brain will always be thinking. He tends to think a lot, spending most of his days in his head just thinking about things. It is one of the few things he enjoys doing.

Though he may be a generally unpleasant character towards people he has a kind side to himself as well. He believes life is hard enough already without people going around making peoples lives harder. If someone is in trouble he'll help out, even if he isn't happy about it. He likes to help people out in general too but he often doesn't because he dislikes the attention helping brings more.

A notable trait of his is that he rarely ever lies. He believes that honesty is a quality best not squandered. Well, that and he is a terrible liar. He's never lied once in his life and gotten away with it. He can keep a secret well enough but if he's forced to deceive someone he almost always fails somehow, sundering his faith in his ability to lie. Being that he doesn't believe he can tell a convincing lie he's opted to be honest and turn a personal failing into a quality.

A real quality that's buried deep down in him is a sense of humility. He doesn't see himself as higher or stronger or even better than everyone else. To his eye he's just a guy with a neat trick in a world of people with various stuff, many of which is probably better than what he's got. It can be argued whether his shyness drives his humility or if his humility spurs his shyness but not even he can really answer as to which aspect came before the other. He'd probably say shyness since admitting to being humble would just seem arrogant to him.

In addition to all that he's got a rather strong sense of personal honor, not one born from society or expectations but rather by his hardships. He outright refuses to do things he considers wrong even though this can often times be used against him.

In the end he doesn't want any part in this war of the multiverse. He fights only out of the obligation he feels to protect his home world from the destructive forces that threaten all worlds, he takes little to no joy out of any part he has in this conflict.

|| Likes ||

- The night
- The cold
- Rain
- Working with his hands
- Solitude
- Birds
- Spicy Foods

|| Dislikes ||

- Sunlight
- Conflict
- Heat
- Demons
- Righteousness
- Arrogance
- Fish
- Angels
- People who fight at a range

|| Personal Weakness ||

Firstly he is bound by a strict code of honor which he follows regardless of circumstance. For example, he will never hit a lady no matter how dangerous she might be.

Secondly he doesn't work well with others. If others can work around his brusque, unrelentingly negative and just downright miserable demeanor then he might possibly be able to be worked with.

Thirdly he does not get along well with angels or demons given his history with the two factions.



|| Abilities/Magic/Tech ||

Allan's main power is that he possesses an internal reservoir of divine energy which functions to empower him, giving him enhanced physical abilities and the power to heal himself amongst other such abilities that lay within him. This power's main restriction is it's "Inner Focus", a facet of the powers nature which amplifies it's power whilst inside him but weakens by at least half it's potency if not more when externalized. Besides enhancing himself he can imbue others with his energy but the strength of the effect would only ever be half as much as his own. The further away from him the target of the effect goes the lesser it's power becomes. This energy slowly but constantly replenishes itself. It takes a couple hours for his reservoir to completely replenish from zero to full.

Divine Might:
His main ability, he channels his power into his fists giving them a divine glow. This grants him superhuman strength and one other particular effect. This effect is that his fists cause anything with demonic taint far greater damage than anything else he hits because of the energy present. In addition, he can channel this ability into any weapon he holds, enhancing the qualities of the weapon based on how he wants to use it. By channeling this power into a weapon however it weakens the strength of the enhancement as well as the extra damage towards demonic forces by half. Unless he's using unusually exceptional weapons he can do more damage with his fists than he can when using any form of weapon. He can extend this power to someone else's weapon but the strength of the effect begins at half it's original value and only goes down the further away from him the weapon is.

Divine Protection:
This ability grant's him enhanced toughness, making him harder to wound. All his flesh in this state is as tough as hardened leather and his bones become as strong as iron. Most weapons find difficulty even drawing blood from him while this ability is active. This ability is on passively since it consumes very little energy when it's not being stressed by being damaged. Like his Divine Might, he can extend this ability to another person giving them about half the durability that it would give himself while still exacting the same amount of energy from his reserve. Just like his Divine Might this ability also wanes in potency as the target moves away from him.

Healing
Perhaps his most important ability. This ability draws on his internal reserve to mend flesh and purify ailments. The greater the wound or ailment the greater the energy cost as well as a the time it takes to fully heal. Scratches and bruises as well as basic illnesses take seconds to heal and do not require too much energy. Deep cuts and serious illnesses require larger amounts of internal energy and take minutes to fully heal. Lost limbs, fatal wounds and mystical afflictions require exorbitant amounts of his internal reserves, his complete undivided attention and it takes hours to be fully healed. The best part of this power is that it can be transferred into other people by touch. The cost of the healing is doubled as well as the time it takes to fully heal but the result is ultimately the same. Unlike the other abilities he absolutely has to be touching the target he wishes to heal in order to heal them. He CANNOT resurrect the dead using this ability.

It is possible that he has more abilities but he has yet to be made aware of them.
|| Weakness ||

- He has a low capability of dealing damage from afar leaving him often out-ranged by ranged fighters and casters who can keep their distance.

- If pressed without any chance to recuperate his internal reservoir can be exhausted leaving him quite vulnerable.

|| Biography ||

From the beginning Allan's life was a hard one. He was raised an only son with only a mother to take care of him. From an early age his mother had to dedicate more time to the flower shop she ran in order to keep the family afloat. He only really ever saw his mother early in the morning before he went to school and even then she was much too busy to properly take care of him. He did everything himself since he was forced to take care of himself since his mother was simply too busy to help.

Life at school was no easier. Being as shy as he was he never really made any friends and many of the other students took great delight out of tormenting him as well as anyone else who was unlucky enough to not fit in. He learned very little in the classrooms but out in the playground he learned to be hard, to be tough and to survive. Needless to say the days of his life when he was supposed to be enjoying life and having fun were spent in misery, fear and social isolation. Still, despite all the terrible things the people around did to him he vowed never to become like his tormentors.

Many years of this life he spent like this, resolute on trying not to become the scum of the earth which he had to endure the company of in the hallways and streets. It was at this point he started to realize he had strange powers he wasn't aware of. He went to the places he usually went when he wanted to be alone, places no one else typically went to such as abandoned junk piles, abandoned buildings and the sort. Outside the prying eyes of his peers he practiced, examining these strange new abilities he could now wield. In these places he practiced, testing the boundaries of his strength and improving them. Even with these new gifts he still continued on with life, keeping the power he wielded as a secret only he knew, or so he believed.


Eventually he was starting to come around to an age where he needed to worry about his future. After some web researching he figured his best course of action would be to take the security guard license test online and become a certified security guard. The test was insultingly simple and with a bit of searching he found himself a security company willing to hire him. When he arrived to the job orientation class he found that the teacher there also ran a Muay Thai class over at his studio.

Allan was quite interested in studying this since learning more about how to control his body in combat might help him understand his abilities better, plus the fitness involved was also useful. He trained and practiced but he made sure never to use his powers in the studio or anywhere else where he could be seen in order to keep it a secret. He would just go back to his own hideouts and practice what he learned with his powers on his own.

About a year or two later and he's kept a steady pace in his life. He was no master at Thai Boxing and he still trained there but he'd grown to be quite competent at it. His job had him working as security for the local mall on the night shift. Within recent history he had managed to save up enough money to rent himself a place of his own: A single room apartment with a bathroom. He had himself a futon to sleep on and a laptop with a charger. That's about it.

And then the robbery happened.

A group of three demon blooded gangsters broke into a curio shop in the mall he worked at to steal a rare stone which was kept hidden away in storage. He tried to stop them but their powers were just as potent if not more so than his own. It was all he could do to escape the confrontation alive as the demon bloods were more interested in retrieving the stone than they were in killing him. Quite a pivotal night it was for him as he quickly discovered that not only was he not the only one with supernatural powers but there was something going down in New York that he, whether he liked it or not, was now apart of.

Not too long the police brought him in where he was filled in on what was going on by the government who were following the recent supernatural activity going down in town. For countless years the angels and demons have been having a secret war on Earth using angel bloods or Nephilim as they are known and demon bloods or Hellions as they are known as like free agents to do fight their battles where they cannot go. The barriers that barred the afterlife from the mortal realm kept such spirits at bay so it was necessary for them to use humans infused with the blood of their kind to fight on their behalf.

At that point it all came together for Denton. The reason why his mother was alone in raising him was because his father was an angel. His father was the reason why he had these strange super powers he never fully understood as well as the reason why he was now stuck in the great battle between heaven and hell. Allan never really liked his father to begin with and all this new information only served to further sour his feelings towards his father further.


It was quite inevitable that the angels soon came and requested that he start fighting on their behalf. Their goal was to retrieve all the pieces of an ancient gateway that could be used to open doorways to other dimensions. The stone that was stolen by the Hellions was actually a piece of the gate they wanted to construct. It was easy to see why the portal was an asset eagerly sought after by both sides. Whichever side controlled the portal could open a door to either heaven or hell and either unleash hordes of demons or hosts of angels upon the world, deciding the future of earth entirely.

Allan wanted neither. To him the angels were no better than the demons as their plan was to come to Earth and purify the unclean from the face of the planet, remaking the Earth into their own little Eden. Their idea of unclean people were Allan's idea of just average people living their lives from day to day. The idea of working under his father didn't help Allan's choice either. In the end Allan told the angels that contacted him to go collectively soak their heads in a pool of mud, a request which was received as warmly as expected.

Thus Allan was forced to ally himself with the human government who wanted as well as he did to keep the outsiders from taking over Earth. He fought hard against the demon blooded and his fellow Nephilim but despite all the battles he managed to win the stones eventually all came together in the hands of the Hellions. A major battle was fought as both the Nephilim and the military came down hard on the sight where the portal was being assembled, Allan being on the front lines of the fight. At the apex of the conflict the gate had been conflict and was on the verge of opening before Allan struck a decisive blow upon the gateway, shattering it and creating a maelstrom where he and many other Hellions stood. Just like that Allan and many others had simply vanished.

Where Allan went is where this tale ends and another begins.




"I don't want money, fame or power. I just want outsiders to stop trying to ruin my home."

So begins...

Allan Denton's Story

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Volga's search was stopped short at the frustrating realization that she had absolutely no clue what a core was let alone what it looked like. The tall warrior examined her small companion in the lapse between this thought and the next. The next thought was however lost at the sudden realization of the poor condition of the small elfette. Her lack of understanding regarding Kira's school of magic didn't make this any easier as she couldn't even identify what the matter was. The only thing that she could discern that there was something wrong. Which by itself made the realization far worse as she stood in place flashing back to the brief instance shortly before in which Kira broke free of her to summon the electric pillars barring the building after she had pulled her away from combat mid-cast.

She however was not allowed to stew over this as the whitette grabbed her from behind immediately causing her to reflexively turn on her heal and fall into a lowered stance, defensively clutching the elfette to her chest. Her face was in a deep scowl and she was about to shout something but stopped short seeing the one who grabbed her to be Charmeine. "Let me see her." Was what the whitette spouted at her in what Volga took to be a forced hardened tone that was followed by a softer toned explanation of "Granted, we can't take her out of the game until it's finished, but- ugh, excuse me...". Volga processed this as she watched the whitette fiddle with her hair. If not for her mood at the time she might have found this to be endearing but simply took a more natural stance and listened. Volga turned her head at the whitette's dodging gaze as she listened to her continue "... We can't take her out of the game, but it doesn't hurt to determine the seriousness of her condition. I'll be more than happy to provide temporary treatment if I'm willing to help.".

Volga nodded at this and held out Kira to Charmeine "That might be wise...perhaps you'll do more good than I failed to...Thank you for this. You have my blade at your side, Charmaine".

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While the others discussed tactics Allan approached Ivan and gestured him to find a core and see if it could be destroyed at all. Given that they had yet to find out what exactly a core looked like it was most likely best he'd help in this pursuit, it would be quite likely some form of energy flowed through those cores making them stand out like a sore thumb between all this rubble. Before he could follow suit Volga decided to help out as well, exclaiming her disagreement with the discussion of tactics. "Fighting without tactics is sending pigs to slaughter" He commented back at her as he passed her.

As he searched through the rubble Ivan came across a room containing an object floating in the air. A giant purple floating cube, certainly the most outlandish object he'd come across in this place. It seemed to consist of multiple segments, each floating without a clear connection between one another, with at the center a sphere of something which appeared to be glass or a crystal of sorts. The entire place was coated in a layer of thick muck and dirt, yet that cube was clean to a shine. Making it quite likely this was one of those cores they were searching for. "I think I may have found a core." He whispered using the crystal fragments he'd placed on everyone. At the same time he made the flame of his lantern visible for those carrying one of the fragments, even through solid walls, as a beacon for the others to move towards.

He threw a fragment at the presumed core and used it to try and read the energy flow. It seemed that it was sending out a signal of sorts, but nothing like he'd seen before. Leaving little to be discernible about it's inner workings, at least to him. He approached the object and tagged it as the rules had mentioned. It turned from purple to red and in that very moment there was a minuscule change in the signal, too small and too short to notice more than the fact that there had been a change.

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Volga's only response to Ivan's retort was a brief humored smirk. She was more than happy to leave the core to him. As she was handing Kira into Charmeine's care, the whitette was breathing some passive aggressive remarks which were ignored easily enough. Volga watched intently as Charmeine examined Kira, eyes widening as she noticed the nearly flayed skin on Kira's arm. Her diagnoses was no less comforting "... From what I can see, it's only her arms that are severely damaged. She can walk just fine, but should she try gripping a weapon or anymore of those flashy skills, she could burn herself down to the bone.". Volga cringed at the extent of the damage that she had inadvertently caused. The whitette went on a little more about how she was going to help Kira before finally performing some form of healing magic. This however wasn't as comforting as Volga hoped due to Charmeine's explanation "The best I can do for now is sooth the burn. This won't heal her, but it'll become a little more bearable... it's not until we get back that I can scape up some medicine.". Almost as if to add insult to injury, this was immediately followed by "You cannot protect her all by yourself if you plan to carry her like that... therefore, I will provide protection should you need it.". "You carry her. I'll protect the two of you" Volga stated more than offered as she looked over at the poor werecat retching near them after courteously offering what help she could. "This whole experience has been difficult for you hasn't it?" She said as more of a thought to Rosa than a question.

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Allan

When he entered the room he looked up at the great big crystal cube thing. It sort of looked like a big glowing rubix cube. Without a doubt this had to be the core they were talking about. He looked over as Ivan approached the core to analyze it. Looking behind him he noticed none of the others had come yet. What's keeping them so occupied? He wondered, annoyed by their sluggishness.

"I think I may have found a core." Ivan broadcasted to them. For Al the message was somewhat redundant since there wasn't any way this wasn't a core. He assumed he must of been sending some message to the others, it was the best explanation for it. Slowly pacing around the arcane structure he observed as Ivan tagged the core, changing it from it's purple-ish hue to red.


There's no way we'll be able to move these in any effective manner. He considered the possible options for resolving the crisis they had on their hands. Simply tagging cores would leave them open for their foes to come and claim them as their own. Given their enemies had an invisible guy on their side there was little chance that they were going to be able to keep anything they weren't actively guarding. They couldn't just pile these things up and sit on top of them all either given how large they were.

Al stood impatiently, his arms crossed as he watched Ivan examine the core. He didn't know the first thing about whatever Ivan was doing with the core, he could only assume he was analyzing it somehow. Al was less practiced in arcane alien technology and more well versed in getting his ass kicked up and down city streets. As soon as he looked done Al stepped up, coming within comfortable speaking distance. "So, what's up with this thing? Think it'll explode and kill everyone if I break it? Can it even be broken?" He asked him.

He made little attempt to hide the fact he couldn't really tell what Ivan was doing however he was still serious in knowing what he felt needed to be known. The last thing he'd want to do is kick the core and end up causing it to explode or leak radiation/radiation-like substances. It was just a poor idea to try and break things without knowing anything about them generally speaking. On the other hand if he could destroy the core he'd do so posthaste. The fewer cores they needed to look after the better he felt they were going to fare in this challenge. As it stood their odds looked grim with the timer ticking while everyone else wasted precious minutes talking and doing irrelevant stuff. They hadn't even seen what one of their foes even looked like yet, there was a world of possibilities for what they could still be up against here. The look on his face told it all, he was not at all happy with how long this was all taking and he was already agitated from being dropped into some sick death game.

He knew they'd need to work as a team to survive this. He didn't have faith that they would.

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As if under the illusion that staring at it long enough would yield him any more knowledge Ivan stared at the object before him. He found himself unable to grasp how exactly it worked, forcefully milling over the unknowns of the nature of the energy and the exact function of each energy flow. It was only when Allan spoke to him that he could break free from the near trance-like staring. "If enough force is applied to something anything can be broken, and it does appear that the sphere in the center is made of glass or a crystal very close to glass. As far as I can read there is nothing strong enough to cause an explosion of any significant force, but there are too many unknowns to just shatter the object."

Focusing his attention on the crystal sphere in the center, which appeared to be the central focus of the energy flowing through the object, he noticed that the energy followed a pattern very closely linked to the structure in the crystal. He threw a couple more fragments specifically on the crystal sphere. It yielded the information he needed, he could now clearly see the pattern the energy took through the crystal, he could even path out the planes within the crystal he'd need to fracture to sever the flows and cripple it's function. "I think I have something. I am going to try and break the crystal on a couple of very specific planes, it should prevent it from sending out a signal. Could you keep an eye on your lazul card and see if anything changes? If I am correct this would allow us to capture a core and then make it unable to be captured again.

After taking a deep breath and releasing a cloud of fragments around the core, both to protect himself and Allan from anything that might happen and to actually cause the fractures. Slowly and carefully he applied force with the fragments to the crystal sphere, like a surgeon cutting his way around sensitive tissue, always leaving the path of the next stream of energy open until the last fracture. Though one would have had to have been on very specific angles to the sphere to see it there were fractures all over the crystals internal structure and the flow of energy was cut completely. "It's done. Was there any change at all?" He asked Allan.

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As Ivan dealt with the core and Charmeine went on about...something to Kira"You can't. This is something you're going to have to sit out in." "Your arms are useless. All you have is your mind and your legs. If you try and you fail, which will probably happen given the circumstances, you'll slow the group down." "You have all the right intentions, truly. But don't just think about us, think about yourself. Don't dismiss that as being 'selfish', because if you ask me, you don't really look like the person to do that often. Well, this is a good time to do it." Volga had taken it upon herself to bind Kira's hands behind her back as per her request. Completely ignoring the Whittete's scoldings as she did so. "There you are. Just as you like it" Volga said to Kira before standing up and taking her sword in hand once again. At this time she heard Ivan and Allen exchange words "It's done. Was there any change at all?" or rather the sound of Ivan thinking out loud to Allen's usual quietness. A fine trait to have on top of others, it was simply too bad that he didn't meet her preference.

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Allan

He had one eye halfway looking at his card while he watched Ivan work his mojo. Strange stuff this whole dimensional magical energy fracture business was. As far as he was concerned this stuff was steam and Ivan was squeezing the pipes. A ludicrous simplification but an apt metaphor as far as he knew. Having seen what these cores were he was a bit disappointed. He'd had hoped they might of had something a bit more metal-ly that he could bend or something and protect his arms with it.

While Ivan was working the core over he could hear animated discussions a couple rooms over and there were other team members walking through this room as well. It was quite a bit of traffic for him. It made his job of watching his card a bit more annoying what with all the distractions plus the constant threats from all around pressing on his mind. He wanted to make sure the invisible guy wasn't about to gank Ivan. Even with all this mist about it wasn't impossible for that to happen. With what little he knew of magic he knew that there was little that was truly impossible.


"It's done. Was there any change at all?"

"Nope. Score's still one for us." He answered back. The evidence was right on the card in the form of a luminescent number one right next to their team name. This was good news, a rare grace in such circumstances.

"We just need twelve more cores plus the cathedral and we'll win this guaranteed." He looked again at the timer. They were taking longer than he felt comfortable in taking. While the discovery of this advantageous information was quite wonderful there was positively zero time to celebrate it. Sparing not a second longer he walked through a doorway over to the next room on the second floor. He looked out through the decrepit old window frame he could see the top of the cathedral in the distance just above the wall of the neighboring building. Directly parallel to him was another window which led inside the building. Another building, another core.


With the back of his hand he gently tried to push the window frame open but as the thing was quite worn down it instead collapsed from the sill and was sent tumbling down into the alleyway below. Al cringed slightly at the clanging crash of the frame he had knocked out, not meaning to have made as much noise as he had. While the sound wasn't tremendous it was overtly loud simply by nature. Al's mild embarrassment was over quickly as he got back on track with what he was trying to do.

Putting his foot up on the edge of the frame he got ready to leap across. There was a similar frame in the next window, there was little he could do about the fact that if he were to jump through he'd crash through it which would no doubt be quite loud. Eh, not like anyone else is trying to hide too hard, what with all the talking and such. He reassured himself as he started to breath deep. Right, let's do this.

Crash!

He had jumped across the gap dividing these neighboring buildings and through the frame set in the window, sending bits of old metal scattering ahead of him. Regardless, he was through which meant it was time to hit this next core. First however he needed to make sure the others were coming right along. It would be dumb just to rush forward in the strong likelihood that the enemy was waiting for them. Rather than enter the core room just beyond he stood with his back to the wall just aside from the doorway so he wasn't directly in line of sight. He was close enough to jump anyone who came through the doorway so he pretty much had everyone who was coming through his way covered.

Since his back was to the wall he could see back through the window he came in from. With a silent motion of his hand he beckoned Ivan along with anyone else over in the core room to come along.

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Kira felt like yawning, but decided that might upset her medic angel. She'd already made up her mind, asking to be bandaged was a courtesy and a convenience. She nodded a silent thank you to Volga and wiggled her arms a little to get them comfortable.

"We don't really have the luxury of me sitting it out, and on the topic of arms, my abilities are entirely brain power. If I wanted to I could crumble this building without moving an inch, it's just more...fun? To play along. Look." A pillar of ash rose up next to her and a dagger assembled itself from thin ribbons of metal pulled from it, hovering gently beside her head.

"I'm a warrior, this is my terrain and just as much my battle as anyone else. Thanks for your concern Charmeine, but I won't back off because I can't throw a punch."

Crash!

Fuck

"Besides, we're out of time, we have to move or we lose!" She yelled, swiftly turning and running towards the noise of the disturbance into the core room and-....oh.

There in the next building through a busted window was Allan, pressed against the wall. Here she was in mid-panic of another assassin. Kira gave a quiet nod to Ivan, and beckoned to Volga and Charmeine to follow suit. "No time for arguing, lords know how many cores they've taken while we recovered." She said, setting herself up in front of the window. The orange-haired elfette took a running leap and hit the other side smoothly, letting her natural affinity for the earth keep her rooted and smoothly sliding on the heels of her feet to the wall beside Allan.

She brought her card out in all its shiny metal glory and turned its surface into a neat reflection, hovering it around the corner to check the next room in a slow sweep. She turned to Allan and gave him a quick nod, all clear on the vision side. Whether an invisible foe was lurking was an entirely different matter, but she didn't really have anything for locating that kind of foe. She pulled the card back quickly and gave it a once over as Allan had done. They were on a solidly unimpressive one, the enemy on the other hand held a handy five.

The clock was ticking, and the cathedral was still open, but for how long?

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Charmeine watched Volga dully as she went against her words. The whitette rubbed her temple and decided to stop. She wasn't being heard, therefore there was no use bickering. She was tired and frustrated due to this conversation. She ran her fingers through her hair and stopped midway to let out a huff. "Why do I waste my breathe on you two...? Truly, I can't even make sense of it myself.." She thought outloud. This pair was insane.

At Kira's example and explanation of how her powers work, Charmeine felt some sort of solace. The whitette slowly got to her feet and straightened her shoulders. "Then I support you, comrade. If you feel you are well enough to continue fighting and help bring us back, then please do so." Her voice had become a rumble in the back of her throat, as if trying to hold back the emotional side of the situation and looking at it from the big picture. Deep down, she still thought Kira shouldn't fight. But no matter what she thought, what was she going to do? Hold her back? Perhaps she could, perhaps not, point is, she wasn't going to waste time trying.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the building, sending a scattered shower of dust falling apon the group. Charmeine, for once, could care less. She couldn't possibly get anymore filthy. The princess followed beside the pair without another word, looking up to the scene of Allan suddenly in another building. It didn't take rocket science to understand how, either. Kira was already taking the leap of faith, quite literally, and made it to the other side without a scratch. That was impressive, given her hands were bounded. The whitette knew it was now her turn. Charmeine took a few steps back, then used the ledge of the window to send herself off. It was too short of a distance to bother using her wings. She caught the frame of the window and pulled herself in, joining both Allen and Kira on the other side.

Charmeine noticed what Kira was doing with that card of hers. There was no need for that now that the Seraph was here. She looked away and pressed her head against the wall, closing her eyes and going into a entirely different state of mind. One where she could sense a unholy presence, or any presence, through vibrations and heat (Or lack of heat). This may of taken twenty minutes in her mind, but only a few seconds in reality. This was how she was able to sense the invisible beast their group encountered early on. The whitette leaned over to Kira. "There is nothing in here, but there are creatures outside. We need to make haste." She muttered before pulling away to deliver the message to Allan as well.

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After seeing Allan, Charmeine, and of course Kira make the leap into the next building, Volga naturally albeit not as gracefully followed. She let out a heavy sigh and breathed a complaint "Flighty crowd aren't they?...". "Well...here we go!" She said steeling herself before planting her feet and crouching low at the end of the room opposite to the window, she took a running start followed by a powerful leap missing the window entirely and crashing loudly through the wall beside it. She stood up covered in the dust and debris of the wall with little injury past a couple of bad scrapes and quite a bit of bruising as she dusted herself off. She took a moment to catch her bearings and looked back at the hole in the wall and then back at her other party members. "I made it!" She said as a bead of blood rolled down her forehead leaving a short red line on her face.

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It was a nice change of pace to hear that his plan seemed to have worked, but like Allen said they'd still have to do the exact same for at least thirteen more cores to secure the victory. Not quite a favorable outlook considering the remaining time and the possibility that the core crystal might differ from core to core. Ivan kept an eye on the core for a bit only looking over when he heard a couple of loud crashes, which he identified as Allan moving to another building through the window, with some of the others following suit. Having satisfied his curiosity regarding the cores, at least to the degree current situations allowed, and feeling quite certain the core wouldn't randomly destabilize and explode or another unintended form of energy release, he followed the others example and walked to the window.

For some the gap between the buildings might be childs play, but to Ivan it was quite the hurdle. Having seen how Volga had cleared the gap, and added an extra window to the building, he felt a tad more reassured knowing that he wouldn't be the only one to have some trouble with the jump. The gap would be too large for him to reliably jump, and with the amount of variables he'd have to account for while at the same time making a running jump were not going to make it easy either. He took a few meters of distance and ran towards the window. Then at the exact moment of the jump he gave himself a boost.

It didn't exactly take long for him to realize he miscalculated something, as he quickly lost his bearings after exiting the window, unable to do anything until he made exactly one and a half front flips as he slammed into the wall opposing the window. Where he had just enough time to get his bearings to stop himself from crashing headfirst into the floor. After getting back up onto his feet he looked around half aware of the fact that he'd just given everyone in the room another shower of dust, dirt and ashes. At least he made it to the other building without destroying more of the last shreds of structural integrity the building had.

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Volga collected herself as Kira called out "I've got the next core, stealth is gone, speed is our next go.", sprinting ahead of the group. She instinctively took a low crouch and bolted after the elfette at a lesser speed, having only her athletics to rely on for speed. She leaped through the two openings Kira had created with less incident and landed with only a minor stumble only to see Kira fly past her, through the very same opening. "Kira!?" She called out in confusion and concern before turning to see the culprit of this assault in half dress, smirking in what Volga took as a challenge. Volga raised an eyebrow at the strange girl popping her knuckles and threw off her armor, taking a low stance with Bøddel in hand. She had half a mind to fight this girl unarmed but seeing other what other members of her party could do with pugilism alone, namely Allan and decided against it. Cold whipped around Bøddel as she called out to her opposition "You'll pay for that!" and leaped forward swinging a long arc of frost at her.

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Al

The rest of the bunch all jumped through to his position. Suddenly the area he was in was feeling pretty crowded. He was about to move ahead when the small elf looking one ran past him and then went flying back past him again. He just sighed, knowing this was just going to be a complete mess. The enemy pretty much knew exactly where they all were yet they had little to no clue as to who their enemy even was. At this point he resigned himself to the idea that he was just going to have to capture this point and then make a dead run for the cathedral so as to force a fight before they got picked off.

As for Kira he didn't really pay much mind to the fact that she might of been seriously hurt. Quite frankly to him if she wasn't going to be using her abilities more effectively than she had been thus far then she was better off laying down while the rest of them pushed forward. While he knew little to nothing about his opponents he sort of made the assumption that most of them weren't likely scavengers, the sorts to prey on fallen combatants. "Lot of good those bandages did her." He dryly remarked with a reasonably thick measure of sarcasm. The amount of time the others took to bandage her seemed quite wasted as it amounted to little after she just got flung like a rag doll into the building they were in.


Turning the corner to see what Volga was trying to face down he cringed upon seeing the new obstacle. Some blonde chick in an open hoodie and... well not that much else.

Bloody hell. He swore internally in face of the confrontation. His previously bored look was now a grimace of reluctance. Fighting men and weird monsters was one thing, fighting women on the other hand was something else entirely, something he wasn't going to have any part in. He looked around, his mind racing for alternative options to fighting this person. He glanced to his card to see the score skewed six to one in their enemy's favor. If it isn't one thing then it's another.

With his options looking ever fewer he just went with the simpler answer. In a fast sprint he attempted to pass by the girl blocking their path in an attempt to go and turn the core over to their side, ducking down to the right of her with his hands up and ready to block in case she throws a shot at him in passing.

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The blonde dashed backwards with surprising speed at the initiation of the swing and tossed out what looked like a teddy bear. "Hugo, reinforcements!" She called, and in a pulse of crackling electricity from the bear a woman in red mail armour appeared, her skin was as pale as her companions and her eyes were a deep crimson, with black spiked hair that reached her waist.

The new opponent rolled into position and the stone tower shield she held in hand absorbed the impact of the ice and the blade, shattering into shards of rock after the fact. She reached up to her shoulder during the roll and pulled out a blade similar in design to Volga's Bøddel from her own flesh, made entirely of stone run through with black ore veins. In a shimmer of red mist dozens of weapons revealed themselves embedded all through out her back, the blade she pulled out replaced by a katana in a similar shimmer. She pressed the opportunity and swung, intending to clash her blade with the Viking's.

"Hel" She introduced.

Meanwhile the blonde, momentarily distracted by the icy assault, had allowed Allan to slip by, catching his form out of the corner of her eye as he ran. "No fair!" She called out, turning to run after him.

The woman named Hel grimaced and locked eyes with her opponent in annoyance. "Mercury" She introduced in lieu of her distracted team-mate.

Behind the fight Kira rolled over painfully and used the floor to press in the button on her collar. She sighed contentedly after a quick grimace, a dozen needles within her collar stabbing into her neck and filling her body with a nigh overdose of Adrenaline, her veins throbbing heavily. The elf watched the fight and propped herself up on a wall, waiting for an opportunity to turn the tide with what little energy she could gain by then. She'd turned herself into a burden again, forcing her body into conciousness and use would have to be repaid in double after this game, but it wasn't a choice.

On the roof the ring of a bullet being fired echoed out, followed by another, both hitting either side of Rosa in a playful threat. On the roof opposite sat yet another woman. Short white hair and pale blue eyes, a white hood and robe and simple black pants, and most importantly, a large rifle in her hands. She whistled across the rooftops and threw an empty .50 caliber casing across to Rosa, etched into one side was an introduction "Anhur" and on the other side a question "Name?"

She was standing still and pointed to the bullet and then to Rosa.

Whatever type of guild they belonged to, introducing yourself to your opponent had to be an important rule.

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Volga grinned wildly at the site of this strange looking new opponent who introduced herself as "Hel". Raising an eyebrow at the name and the false Bøddel she drew from the quiver of stone blades in her back, Volga pointed Bøddel at the woman's feet in a low guard "Volga".

Volga steeled herself for this duel as she caught the blond girl called "Mercury" and in response jammed Bøddel's tip into the ground before her, icing the terrain under them as Allan ran off "Do not turn your back to me!". "Raise your guard!" Volga called out, rushing forward with her blade sliding along the ice. A trail of snow and ice shards trailing behind her as she charged. She raised Bøddel in an upward slash at the stone quiver woman, scattering ice and frost at the two of them as she clashed with Hel.

She knew she needed to hold the two of them until Kira could charge up whatever magic she was abusing at the moment so the others could go ahead as they kept these two preoccupied.

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As Ivan made efforts to orient himself in the new building he noticed that Kira had made a dash for the next room despite her injuries, Volga as appeared to be standard following in close proximity. Allan quickly rushed past him as Ivan made his way to the other room, it seemed he had no intention to stay here, while further fragmenting their group could be advantageous in certain ways at present it seemed like a big risk. All he could do for those who had already split off was hope the fog had spread fast enough to shroud them in their assault wherever they may be in the city. Though if the two opponents before him were an indication it would only lure them into a false sense of security, as they seemed to be able to sense them quite well.

Allan however was a different matter he was still well within range of his helping hand, and if he was planning to go his way without someone tailing him he would need some. Though Volga did well to make sure that neither of their opponents would think lightly of turning their backs to them, if this was all it'd take there would have been little point to in their moves thus far. Ignoring the wounded Kira and Allan the odds were still stacked 3 to 2, however someone who could summon her friends at any time could fairly easily change those odds, of course that would be the worst case scenario, but also the most logical standpoint to work from. She had to be disabled first, otherwise she might stack the odds against them and send someone after Allan.

Mercury had been able to avoid the swing of Volga's Bøddel, a fair indication that mere raw strength wouldn't be enough to take her down. Neither would Hel be an easy opponent as she seemed to be an even match for Volga, even in a full melee. He'd wanted to wait until it was the right time to break the veil on his creation, but perhaps this was the right time. Ivan raised the Heart of Fenn Fire holding it between him and their opponents, and within mere seconds pale green orbs of fire appeared around Hel surrounding her from all sides. However the very moment one would think to understand what he was planning the flames shot towards Mercury forcing her to deal with the barrage of fire.

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Al

There was quite a bit of yelling behind him but he really couldn't make out the words. Between the storm of ice and fire going on he really couldn't care either. He was thankful that the others were picking up his slack and laying into them so they couldn't come get him. Having less folks on his back made catching up the score that much easier.

His eyes darting from corner to corner he sprinted straight for the core. As it had been tagged by the enemy team prior it was currently glowing blue. He was going to rectify that as he leaped forward and swatted his lazul card against it. With a quick shift in color the large cube turned red and their score card was now reading them two to five in the opponent's favor. Not ideal but a start.


As for the situation at hand he had a split second to act before he needed to run to the next one. As much as he wasn't all too keen on going solo he wasn't going to be much help just staying and pretending he could have a real effect in this particular fight. What he could do however was test out a theory of his own. Well, less of a theory and more of a wild stab in the dark as far as knowing what he was doing was concerned.

Stepping between the particularly large cubes without losing much of his momentum he came up to the central core of the big score cube. A smaller round sphere which controlled the score floated in front of him as though it were waiting for him. Raising his fist he wound his body up for this strike.


His idea was that if Ivan could cut off the ability of a core to register new signals then he might be able to do the same thing by smashing the core with his fist. Seeing as Ivan showed that these things aren't that dangerous and capable of being broken he figured it was a possibility that he could break the core with little fear. To him the possible outcomes were that it would break and the score would stay the same, giving them another point that can't be taken away or it would break and the point would vanish from the board entirely, leaving the point to neither team. For Al this outcome was much preferable to the strong likelihood of the enemy team taking back this point while his and everybody else's backs are turned. He did not want to babysit this point since there were many others he needed to capture.

With his fist raised he swung it down like a hammer upon the center of the core, putting his whole body into the strike as his fist shone bright blue. In a loud crack the core shattered in a brilliant flash. He squinted as energy contained within erupted out. The remains of the crystal laid scattered about the floor, dark and inert. Al winced and shook his hand, turning it over and blowing on the surface he had hit the crystal with. A faint red smoke rose from his fist, the remains of the energy which was kept within the crystal. The explosion of energy was by no means deadly but it still faintly stung his hand as it was closest to the core as it released it's power. Though his clothes were ruffled and a part of his shirt was burnt a bit by it he was fine for the most part.


He quickly looked at his card, trying not to lose too much time just in case the enemies out in the other room weren't as occupied as he thought. The score had remained two to five in their opponent's favor but it was still good news. His plan worked, hitting the crystal with his fist worked just as well taking a lot of time being all fancy and magicking at the crystal. Guess this whole magic business isn't quite as untouchable as I thought. He felt a bit confident with his latest success. One upping Ivan with an absurdly simple answer hurt the mystery and grandeur of magic in his eyes, not to the extent of disregarding the possible potency magic could wield but softening it's imposing and undauntable appearance all the same.

He looked back to make sure he wasn't getting jumped by any of his foes before setting off towards a wall. His plan was to capture points along the most direct route to the cathedral while minimizing his exposure to potential sniping zones available to those upon the cathedral ramparts by literally going through the walls when necessary. In this case as there seemed to be no windows or doors in his path he opted for the simpler and more direct route and decided to ram the wall.

Crash!

He hit the wall with his shoulder, breaking through the stone with equal measures of speed and strength. As he was not on the first floor of this building there was little more than simple air keeping him up causing him to fall. Thanks to the speed at which he broke through the first wall he was able to hit the other wall before he hit the ground. He swung his knee up as he was about to connect with the wall and rammed it into the building, catching his leg in the self made hole. Bracing with his hands for a moment as the rest of his body hit the stone side of the structure, leaving a nice crack where his head hit but no opening save for where his knee was lodged, he brought a hand down and gripped the side of the hole around his knee. With a point of leverage he was able to bring his other knee in and smash the hole open wide enough for the rest of his body to slide in.

Falling to his feet positively covered from head to toe in dust and pulverized bits of stone he coughed a bit, clearing his lungs as he surveyed the new yet oddly similar interior. Spotting a staircase he set off in a sprint for the next core. He was less concerned about the possibility of being attacked at this point as he was with capitalizing on this advantageous knowledge he possessed. He figured it wasn't going to be long before the enemy figured out their trick and he wanted to be ahead of them in points before they started playing the same game.

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Hel


Hel's head rocked back the first time she was dealt a blow to the jaw, the first and last out of the attempted assault. Her world was lit up by magical fire, and her hand was pierced in quick succession, the icy line advancing from times previous to hurtle after herself and her companion. Along with the fire. Without hesitation the instant Volga leaped away the warrior was on her heels, pressed close enough to awkwardly pin Volga's sword hand between their body's as she tried to swap to a defensive stance. With a swing that followed the arc of the ice in a shuddering crack, the arrow that had pierced her hand was overcome in red mist, and by the time her fist met Volga's jaw in an uppercut it was adorned with stone knuckledusters that shattered with the blow. The ice dissipated in a blood-soaked punch that left Hel's hand noticeably frosty and cut, trailing red mist. The shield she had procured in her other hand left unused except to force herself away from her opponent once more before it crumbled to dust. Ivan's fire had targeted Mercury in the end, and so it was not needed. She drew a pair of wicked curved daggers from her outer thigh.

She hoped the attack she was unable to deflect had been weaker than it appeared, by the shockwave of lightning that followed behind her, she guessed it had not.



Mercury


The blonde had been on route to catch the runner, that is until an assault of flames rocketed towards her. Hugo had just been used, and Hel was locked in combat. No defense, no time to make a run for it, the only option was offense, the best defense, or in this case worst. The speedy girl took a single step as she turned and perfectly rectangular lines of yellow shot up from the point of contact across her skin. From her ankles up the side of her legs and across her arms to her middle finger tip, arching up and through her eyes to disappear into her hairline.

"Messenger"

Through her eyes it was as if the world had slowed to a crawl, the flames inches from her skin. With a deep breath she swung, her fist colliding with the first of the balls of fire and dissipating it in an explosion of force as the invisible mount upon her wrist shuddered into vision. It unloaded a bullet to pierce through and hit another of the flaming orbs. Pain shot through her, deep burns lashing out across her arms, but again she punched until only one was left. Her eyes stung with tears and they rolled down her cheeks readily in the face of the pain, in her last act of speed she wiped her face clean and pumped her rage, grabbing the final orb.

To the onlooker, there would be a rotation, a flurry of blurry yellow fists and a final shockwave of lightning as all but one of the orbs were destroyed in a second. That last orb was held firmly in the blondes hand, and she crushed the magic with a pant, standing at the back of the group breathless and scorched from finger tips to biceps. Her hair was limp with sweat and she shuddered painfully to stand up straight, lifting her right hand to point a single finger at Ivan as the yellow lines across her body slowly encroached on the tortured flesh to swallow it in a sea of yellow.

Her arms sparked with lightning as she spoke, and she mustered a cocky tone "Haven't you heard? Magic is so last millenia." She taunted, planting her feet solidly and swapping her accusing finger for an open palm. Now was the time to be prepared.


Anhur


A direct attack, and a leap from that distance? Impressive. Unexpected.

Troublesome.

Anhur felt her gun pulled from her hand before she had time to fire, troublesome again. She whistled once, and with the blink of an eye a furry hand had her by the scruff of the neck, throwing her out of reach to the next roof across. Her weapon was lost, left on the floor beside the jungle cat of a woman. In her stead stood an 8ft tall humanoid brown rabbit, stitches like seams ran across its joints and it growled menacingly but stood still, its arms were thick and long and ended in meaty fists, not unlike a gorilla in stance and stature. Although thinner around the waist. Not attacking Rosa further than removing her prey and standing in the way.

"You're rude." She said plainly, snapping her own arm in a mechanical clank, from within she pulled out a white box, discarding the arm from the elbow down to leave a mix of wires and flesh exposed. She pressed a button on the box and it unfolded swiftly into a small handgun to be held in her remaining hand. "Bug, smash."

The rabbit roared, and the floor shook.


Kira

Kira had to watch on as the battle continued, it seemed at the very least their side had done the most damage so far. But she was still lacking in energy, her body ached and her vision was blurry after the blow to the head. Then the unexpected happened, a sudden kiss, from a literal angel. This sort of thing didn't really happen right? And yet here she was, lip-locked with a white-haired dusty angel in the middle of a life or death situation. She was never one to question providence, but this was a stretch.

Then she felt the surge of energy flow through her, and understood. Well that spoils it a bit she joked inwardly, and then the angel flitted away to save yet another soul. Kira felt her vision cleared and analyzed the battlefield, and then with palm pressed to the ground. She waited for the perfect moment to strike.


Artemis


In a shimmer of bending light, the armoured giant of a man took his place in front of Allan, blocking the staircase and sliding his feet into a combat stance, monolithic sword glowing gold on his back as he assumed a boxing pose. The man stood easily at 8'5ft and golden sands wormed their way in and out of his armour.

"Come, let us fight." He challenged, his armour hissing loudly as a whole layer of the monstrous defense folded up into itself, leaving his defences weaker. "I will not let you flee." He stated seriously, a small black mote of sand looping eternally around both Allan and Artemis threateningly.


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Just as he was about to go ahead and seal another point for his team a large armored dude appeared before him at the staircase. This must be the guy who tried to shank the nerd! He quickly realized as he recalled the event from earlier during the game.

"Come, let us fight."

He announced before his armor started shifted, folding in or something while instead of drawing his sword he put up his fists. On top of coming out of invisibility this guy was now calling for a fight. Al could only really stand there, hangs hanging by his side with an eyebrow cocked as he looked on in confusion.

"I will not let you flee."

Al just stared at the man for what felt like the longest time. His expression slowly shifted from confusion to anger eventually, his hands tightening into fists as he grit his teeth. The guy who was just previously skulking about like some rogue, preying on his team members like they were sheep, was now purposefully challenging him to a duel.

"Are you fucking with me?"

He half spoke, half spat the question to the pompous golden blowhard which stood before him. He was both confused and insulted by the gall of this guy to think he's entitled to a fair fight after pulling such a cowardly tactic as trying to shiv his team from hiding while some sniper sits far off in their cozy little hole and starts lighting them up with shots. More than that however what struck a nerve most was the concern that this guy was not taking this match seriously.

"You think this is some kind of game? While your team members are off getting killed you finally come out of hiding and stand there like this is some kind of glorious duel? Are you mental? Do you even know what happens if you lose?"

In his furious rant he turned, gesturing with an open hand towards the window where outside in the distance the cathedral and further still the dismal sky lie beyond.

"What makes you think a place which makes people fight to their deaths for whatever sick purpose is the perfect place to sit in the damn corner while they rest of your team is fighting for their lives just so you could corner somebody and play at being something you're not, huh?"

Al then turned, his arm sweeping across and pointing accusingly at the metal figure.

"It's not just your life that's on the life, it's theirs too. Get off your bloody high horse and start taking this seriously!"

Al roared with fire in his voice. He held both arms out to either side as if inviting an attack as he took a step towards his opponent.

"Come at me!"

Bringing his arms in in one large motion he pounded both fists against his own chest like it was a big drum. With his taunt he stood, awaiting this metallic hulk's attack. This wasn't the first time he fought a guy that was larger than him and covered head to toe in some sort of armor. With a great heap of luck this might not be the last time either.

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Mercury


The angel had surged forth with a vengeance, firing a volley of arrows at her, now was not the time, she had to charge. She tried ignoring the pain as several of the arrows sunk into her and blood began to leek from the wounds.

Charge, charge, just charge damn it! She cursed inwardly, forced to catch one of the arrows with a portal between her fingers, and then another, and another. If another volley got through she was finished.

Arrow after arrow began to sink into her flesh, time and again she tried to catch them, avoid them, do anything, but she was losing blood to fast. She could feel her life leaving her, the marks on her arm fizzed and sparked.

Please...please don't go out...please. She begged them, feeling another arrow sink into her thigh. She barely managed to cock her head up to see the angel floating, filled with her own arrows. Atleast I got her back in turn She thought bitterly, until she looked to her left and saw the real angel, only a single arrow in her side as the decoy dissipated. Hmf..even in the end, useless. She chided herself, the lines of energy burning away from her skin in a cloud of black ash.

She felt her eyes water, tears welling up to roll down and carve through the streaks of blood and dirt that caked her cheek, staring at Hel in desperation, a single plea.

Save me.

But Hel was grappled by the viking, she struggled, kicked, red mist enveloped every inch of her body and the floor beneath her cracked as she threw Volga off of her and started to scramble up. She wasn't going to make it, Mercury looked up at the angel in defiance and spat blood on the floor, and then felt the arrow pierce her chest, slumping to the floor.

Life had left her body before the lightning had struck her vocal cords.


Hel


Grappled, on the floor in a brawl with a savage. Hel enveloped her hand in stone knuckles after stone knuckles, each time splintering them across some part of Volga's anatomy, but the viking was relentless, and the frost-stricken ground allowed for no traction, no reversal. She saw Charmeine flit by out of the corner of her eye, heading straight for Mercury. The struggle intensified, she kicked, rolled, punched and tried to flick Volga with all her strength. Every time she heard an arrow punch in, the mist enveloping her grew stronger and stronger still, an abyss of rage and desperation, staring directly into Mercury's eyes as her sparks shorted out, her rage surged and in a final push she threw Volga off of her. Limping upright and sporting a split lip and a variety of bruises and gashes from the ground and her opponents limbs, she turned and scrambled towards Mercury, and then the arrow pierced her chest, and she slumped to the floor.

Mercury was gone.

She turned around in time to miss the lightning bolt, and to be mauled by Volga again, enveloped in another brawl as fireballs began to plummet between the gaps. They were on the ground again, and scorching pain lit up her body. She mustered all the rage she had within her, grabbed Volga by the head and screamed, a war-cry that tore apart the balls of fire and hit the ceiling. A spectral scream that forced Hel and her opponent through the floor, the warrior flipping Volga under her to slam into the floor below as the scream disoriented her before slamming her into the nearby wall, pinning her by the throat.

Rage enveloped her, but she felt empty, lost. She wanted to kill these people, to truly hurt them, but she couldn't. The rage was faltering, replaced by grief, her mist stood strong, a stalwart defense that absorbed the fireballs were they to track her, the swords in her body crumbled to dust and their hilts hit the ground in a clang. She looked Volga directly in the eyes, tears streaking her face as she growled out a question.

"My daughter....why? Why did she have to die?" The growl came out almost a whisper, and then without waiting for an answer she slammed Volga back into the wall. "Where in this fucking forsaken hell did the rules require a death? Where was it necessary?!" She punched the wall beside her head and the bricks turned to dust. "Where was the honour in killing my daughter?!" She screamed.


Anhur


Anhur fired several times at Rosa as she leaped, stun pellets, non-lethal ammunition, designed to numb joints and nerves until the target was subdued. Bug intercepted the leap from the side as Rosa neared her, shoving her off course to land beside the girl.

He grabbed her and threw her away again, further, this time she was standing on the roof of the building Rosa's comrades were in. Anhur had felt her sensor die, Mercury's life-signs were failing, the sensors were warning her of imminent death. The cry from below that pierced the air said that wasn't a malfunction. Anhur whistled and Bug's fur bristled, he snarled and his coat turned a bright red. Anhur flipped open her clip and slid in a new magazine as quickly as she could.

She looked at Rosa with disgust, hatred, anger.

"Lethal intent, confirmed. Prepare to repay your sins." She barked, emotion breaching her usually flat tone.



Artemis


Artemis looked stunned, or at least as stunned as a man in armour could. He let the black mote of sand fall to the floor and rubbed his lower jaw. "I see, you misunderstand. We only fight to subdue until lethal intent is confirmed. This game requires no deaths." He pulled out a familiar looking card, although his shone with a gold light. "We had assumed by your profile you were honourable." He continued, his armour sliding back into place as he drew his sword, a molten liquid beginning to flow through channels and grooves to fill the blade as it hit the floor.

"That mistake will not be made again, feel free to run." He said coldly, rushing forward and swinging an uppercut caked in sand towards Allan's jaw. "The game is over for us."