The crowbar and bullets bounce off, as she start regenerating. Nyriss hits her a few times but then the dragon's fist slams against Katre's face right as she walks forward, shrugging off the attack and attempting to hit her with two devastating punches, strong enough to injure the dragon girl and leave her shambling.
"You're worthless alone against me." she says, attempting to throw Nyriss down and put her boot over her skull.
"But since I'm a nice girl, I'll let you have a shot."
She hold up a white card and throw it over to Duncan.
"It contains informations about a certain volcano. You'll meet me there whenever I'll want and we'll fight. If we win, I'll tell you how to beat Troa and free the babies. If you lose, I'll just kill you all and enjoy being queen of the Universe. Fair deal, amirite ?"
edited 28th Sep '17 5:01:43 PM by Bolded1
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterBrackwell Pumpkin Patch
Someone unfamiliar approaches the pumpkin patch. He has a red left eye and a blue right eye, and is wearing a green shirt and purple pants. Strangely, within a 10 meter sphere of the person, the area is devoid of all color, instead only having gray lines appear within that area, as if it was drawn by a pencil. However, he can be seen in color, oddly enough.
"Huh. A familiar sight in an unfamiliar land." He mutters, as he walks over to the patch, not yet noticing the other person.
edited 28th Sep '17 5:07:06 PM by TropeYoshi
Goldshire Mountains
Duncan picks at his ear, and flicks his finger as he finds something undesirable in there. "Sure, let me just tell the mountain not to mangle my body so badly next ti...shit, are you alright?" he says, noticing his bother in pain. Before he can move, Katre tosses the card into his hand, and he looks down at it in surprise before glancing back to her. "...You have a funny idea of fair." he comments before quickly forming a split of Hard Light over Drayden's legs as he crouches down next to him. "I got you little brother..."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.Brackwell Pumpkin Patch
The figure remains where he is, his robes appearing to flow as if he is underwater, the light fingers of the breeze running over his hair and ruffling it a bit.
He seems normal... unless one takes a good look at the left side of his face, and his eye, which has a black sclera and an iris that is glowing an eerie blue. Some kind of black liquid seems to be gently flowing out from his anomalous eye, dripping down to his chin. Every once in a while, he takes a piece of cloth and wipes his chin clean.
"..."
He is silent for a good while, before turning to look up at the newcomer, frowning when he sees the sphere altering the surroundings.
"Who are you?"
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.The white-haired man takes a careful step back, the natural flow of his robes stopping still in an instant, as if he had been controlling its movements all along. His eyes narrow a little, although the glow of his left eye appears to grow in intensity.
"Arhion," he finally speaks up, his voice remaining calm as he focuses on Robert, firmly placing his hands behind him.
"Please don't get too close."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server."And we're supposed to trust you to keep your word on this why, exactly? For all I know, this is just another trap."
Nyriss blocks Katre's punches with her forearms, which results in her being staggered from the impact. She manages to sidestep and evade the grab and toss, though.
"You'll tell us... if you win? Pretty sure it's supposed to be 'you'll tell us if we win'."
"Because I'm a Sister. I want a good fight and getting outta here would be boring. I'll fight y'all without tricks and prove that I'm still better than all of you put together."
"Or could you say no and let me walk away with the babies, you're smart enough to understand that you have little choice. Satisfy my craving or wallow in your despair, choice is yours, I'm offering you a way to pull outta this shit."
She waits for their answer, smile smugly and departs, teleporting away to Troa's lair.
edited 28th Sep '17 5:22:41 PM by Bolded1
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterAnd Alt.Demo is up, wiping his arm across his forehead as he tiredly looks on at the situation. He can make out that they're talking to Katre. And if he'd still mentally been in his 'fight mode', he'd have immediately attacked Katre right now.
But this moment of non-activity returned him to his senses, and he realizes that it'd be suicide. So he slowly and painfully starts to walk away.
It's a good thing he ate beforehand, he figures. If he'd have to hunt in this state, he'd probably starve to death.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Arhion relaxes a bit, before remembering the flowing black ooze from his chin, taking out that piece of cloth and then carefully wiping it off, his gaze still focused on Robert.
"...Why can you do that?" he finally asks, appearing somewhat relieved for some reason.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server."Sure, fine, whatever. If only so you'll shut your arrogant mouth, ya condescending bitch."
BE!Pietro snarls in annoyance, then reverts to normal before beginning to walk off as well.
"Well, this all went pear-shaped extremely fucking fast. I thought it'd go a lot better than this. At least the other Demo won't be able to bother Neuff anymore..."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say... Can't promise I won't rip your fuckin' throat out at the end of it, though..."
Nyriss sighs, then spreads her wings and takes flight before attempting to contact Pseudo's base.
"Hey, Pseudo? I know this ain't Assassin-business, but it's important all the same. It's got something to do with Neuff."
edited 28th Sep '17 5:33:26 PM by IchigoMontoya
"And how does that affect living beings?"
Arhion's eyes begin to focus on the sphere itself, muttering something quietly to himself all the while, slowly allowing himself to relax as he adjusts his hands to his sides.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.Alt.Demo continues to walk away as well, headed in the direction of Elwynn Forest, intending on sleeping in one of the trees there.
Nobody picks up the phone in Pseudo's base... at first. After about twenty seconds, a voice can be heard.
"Hello?"
Ah, it actually is Pseudo who picked up for once.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay."I suppose that I can't get any closer to you, then."
Arhion, for another time, reaches into his robes and takes out a piece of cloth, before wiping away the black ooze out from his left eye. Robert could inquire about it, if he wants.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.BE!Pietro eventually heads into the Goldshire Inn, where he enters the room he had put the unconscious Neuff in. He collapses into a nearby chair, then sighs heavily.
"Oh, good, it's actually you, Pseudo. Anyway, it's Nyriss. I've got some bad news regarding two evil bitches that Neuff's unfortunately forced to have for sisters."
Nyriss proceeds to fill Pseudo in on what she had learned.
"I know these two ain't the Assassins, but... any chance you'd be willing to help save these kids and make sure Katre and Troa pay?"
Alt.Demo makes his getaway as well.
Pseudo listens to everything Nyriss has to say, though lets out a sigh at the end.
"This probably isn't something we should be discussing over the phone..."
He then sounds a little more upbeat.
"Look, how about this. I was planning to invite you over tomorrow so that we can have a chance at dealing with a recent... argument you had with Rico Jr. How about you come over so that we can talk about that, and also about this new development? I have time tomorrow, so I'll listen to everything you have to say."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Arhion focuses his sights onto Robert once more, and something about him seems to become far more defensive when he is asked that one question, clearly about to step back once more, although his eyes fail to betray this. If anything, the glow from his left eye worsens.
"I'm fine. It's just an occasional problem I have to deal with."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

"Ah. Well then."
Ocelot pulls out both of his revolvers and fires at the ground. The bullets ricochet off the ground and fly towards Katre.