With the Pastel Burnt finally dealt with, Venom stares down Pentel the Butcher with his razor-sharp teeth bared.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, buddy?"
"That this guy reminds me way too much of Kasady? Yeah."
Before the Lethal Protector can strike, Pastel slashes and actually manages to hurt him, and he's summarily knocked back as a result. Shaking his head, Venom looks to the Judge as he recovers from the blow.
"You have a deal, kitty cat. We've taken on a psychopath who was kind of like him before," he says. "We'll kick this Pentel guy's ass like we did his."
"Didn't he and Carnage kind of kick our-"
"A win is a win, Eddie! Now enough flashing back, we have a maniac to put down!"
Lunging at Pentel, Venom attempts to lay into him with a series of mighty punches mixed with tendril strikes.
Jorrvaskr
Sirius nods cheerfully.
"Yeah! Sometimes, Mister Bruin let me ride on his back in his real bear shape when he visited our home, back in our world. He's big in all his shapes, but he's huge as a bear! When he stands on two legs like that, he's even bigger than Mister Hrimnir!"
He stiffens a bit when Iris pets him with her wing, widening his eyes slightly as if he hadn't expected this, though he eventually begins to giggle, squirming about in her arms.
"Miss Iris, that tickles! I like it, though. Your feathers are really soft and fluffy, like a cloud!"
He glances at Ren, and then his bear, following the boy's gaze, and blinks. He perks up after hearing what he says, and begins to wag his tail.
"Ooh, does your bear have a name? And, yeah, mine's really fluffy. It's real bear fur, and everything. Faerie-made stuff is always really, really well-made."
He pauses, looking his bear over for a moment with a pensive expression, then looks back to Ren.
"…you can…touch him, if you want…but you have to be very careful and very gentle. He means a lot to me, and I would be really, really upset if anything happened to him."
Isengrim and Daimion exchange an amused glance as Iris and Ren discuss definitions, and then look back to Ren.
"To answer in a little more detail, a Barbarian is a type of warrior, most famously from one of several Northern clans, who relies mostly on brute-strength, rather than finesse, in combat. They're known for harnessing their fury in battle, channeling their anger, and any pain their enemies inflict upon them, into the ability to fly into a berserk Rage against those who stand in their way. They typically prefer either light or heavy armor, and cutting or crushing weapons, either wielding a large, two-handed weapon, or a smaller weapon in each hand, seldom using a shield. As for Bruin, when he's in a good mood, you'd be hard-pressed to find a fellow more kind-hearted than he is, but, when someone or something dear to him is threatened, and he's roused into a Rage? He's like a whole other beast entirely. I've seen him send heavily-armored warriors crashing through walls with a single swipe of his paw."
"And as for Devils,", Daimion muses, "they are, at least in our world, a type of Fiend that hails from Hell - the Nine Hells, in our case. Some of the first Devils were, as Lady Iris said, Fallen Angels, who were cast down from the Heavens by the Gods they formerly served, losing their Celestial grace and becoming corrupted shadows of their former selves. Other Devils are transformed from tortured Mortal souls, yet others reproduce the typical way, while others still simply come into being naturally. One moment, there's nothing there, and then, suddenly, poof. Devil."
He points at himself, tilting his head.
"I am a Tiefling. This means that I have both Mortal and Devil blood in my family tree, as, whether it was intentional or not, one or more of my ancestors had children with a Devil. The initial event occurred so long ago that we Tieflings have established ourselves as a true race of our own, with our own unique traits and culture, rather than simply being classified as 'lesser Devils' or corrupted humanoids. Though, this doesn't stop close-minded individuals from accusing us of being such, anyway, and we Tieflings have a rather unpleasant history of being discriminated against by many who unfairly blame us for the actions of full-blooded Devils, or out of simple fear and distrust. It is true that some Tieflings are villains or criminals, but how does that make us different from anyone else, if you can find such in any population, not just ours?"
"And, where Angels are concerned," Stela chimes in, "'True Angels' from our world typically resemble tall, beautiful Humanoids with flawless skin, often either in bright colors or in metallic hues, and large, feathery wings. However, some use the term 'Angelic' to refer to any creature of the Heavens, as long as they attend to one of the Deities who reside there. From this point of view, while our Mom wasn't a 'True Angel', she could be considered an Angelic, or, more correctly, a Celestial, Wolf, as she was a true Heavenly being who was born in the shape of a wolf, rather than the soul of a mortal wolf who ascended to the Heavens following her death."
Isengrim gives Ren a blank look in response to the roundabout way he comes to this conclusion, but shrugs it off, tilting his head.
"Perhaps not, but I have to agree with my son, you do have a distinctly Demonic note to your scent, which may indeed come from those supposed guardians of yours, considering that the Demonic undertone is so closely muddled with the scent of wolves. And whatever you are, yourself, I'm almost certain you aren't completely Human, if you have any Human blood in you at all. You have a definite air of the otherworldly about you, and I'm not just sayin' that because your skin's gray and you can shift shape between two halves of yourself."
Hrimnir thoughtfully strokes his beard, nodding.
"Intriguing…but there are many forms of sickness, and not all function the same way. I suppose there is something in your nature that makes you immune to illness."
Sirius perks up at hearing about Charlie, tilting his head as he softly wags his tail.
"Ohhh, really? She sounds like a really, really good person…do you think we could meet her, someday?"
He blinks, and glances back at Isengrim.
"…if it's okay with Papa, of course."
Isengrim nods.
"I don't have any problems with it, as long as either Daimion, myself, or both of us can tag along, to make sure it's safe. You never know what's going to happen next in this place…"
Sirius giggles as Ren boops him back, and yips happily.
"I think we're gonna' be good friends! Me and my siblings have been making a lot of friends today."
He blinks as he hears Ren explain how things are 'supposed to be', giving him a curious look.
"That sounds like something Magical to me…back home, things like that are usually part of deals people make with Devils, or Genies, or even Faeries."
Isengrim and the others stifle a surprised laugh, and he shakes his head.
"Mister Musc-… Now, listen here, young man…that's Thor, the God of Thunder. Or, at least, an incarnation of him from a world that isn't my own. Besides…"
He grins teasingly.
"…if anyone here could be called 'Mister Muscle', it'd no doubt be my good friend, Hrimnir, here."
Hrimnir grins back, shrugging.
"When you are the son of a Giant God, it comes with the territory."
And then, as Ren answers Isengrim, the room falls silent.
Hrimnir and Daimion exchange a shocked glance, and a chorus of gasps rises from each of the cubs. Meanwhile, Isengrim himself has frozen in place, his previous expression fixed on his features, his gaze shot through with disbelief, as his pupils seem to shrink.
"…what."
—Beat—
"Those flea-brained Abyssal mongrels…"
A profound change seems to wash over the Wolfwere, his pupils shrinking further still, eventually disappearing entirely, as his eyes begin to burn with a golden inner light, and his entire body goes rigid, every muscle in his body tensed, every hair in his coat bristling, as his hackles raise, and his lips peel back in a slight snarl, a low, rumbling growl issuing from deep in his throat.
"…haven't been feeding you‽"
At this point, Isengrim's claws are close to digging into the floorboards, thanks to how angry he is, on Ren's behalf. Stela and Orion stiffen as they see his condition, and the two eldest cubs rush to their father's side, nuzzling into him and placing their forepaws on his shoulders.
"It's okay, Dad, I know you're upset, but you shouldn't lose control of yourself…you don't want to frighten the poor dear."
"I hated hearing that, too, Pa, but Stela's right. Losing your temper here won't make things any better."
Isengrim pauses at this intervention, and, slowly but surely, the fight leaves him. His pupils return, the raging fire in his eyes returns to a subdued glow, his bristled coat falls back into place, and the tension in his muscles relaxes, as he breathes an exasperated sigh, glancing at his cubs.
"You're right. I'm furious with these sorry excuses for wolves, not the kid they're neglecting. Even still, I can't help but feel like someone needs to have a…little chat…with them…as your father, you can see where I'm coming from, right?"
Stela and Orion both nod, compassion and empathy visible in their expressions.
Daimion's taken aback by how quickly Ren changes the subject, blinking for a moment, but he clears his throat, and nods, smiling slightly.
"Yes, quite…but I wouldn't put it like that, even if I know what you mean. Saying the Heath-Stalker pack are 'my wolves' makes it sound like I own them, when, in fact, we are a close-knit family of equal standing."
As Sylvie opens the door, Shadow's just about to speak…but pauses when he hears what she says, the smile he'd taken on now frozen in place, as Neo tenses as well. Shadow's eye twitches a bit, though he and Neo eventually take a couple deep breaths, and he fixes Sylvie with a flat look.
"Gee, Sylvie, nice to see you too.'
He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his thumbs.
"Utopia was, to put it lightly, a total crapshow. By the end of it, the entire floating island was in ruins, all that remained of the city and the Tree of Life it was built around was a wasteland of dust and ashes, Miquella had completely gone off the deep end, and it was all we could do to neutralize him and the Godbuster before he could turn his sights on any other populated worlds. I sent for help to rescue civilians, but as Miquella lay dying, he revealed that he'd bound the soul of an innocent to his, resulting in her dying alongside him, when her friends and loved ones had spent this entire Gods-forsaken endeavor trying to rescue her."
He frowns solemnly.
"Adding onto that, not only did Neo probably end up feeling the worst, most agonizing pain they've ever experienced in their short time feeling sensation at all, but…"
He holds up Zero's Miquellan Memento.
"One of our new allies was so traumatized by Miquella's betrayal that he chose to repress and remove his conflicting feelings regarding the situation, which are now embodied in this token, and, furthermore, the Totem, the…Guardian Spirit, of sorts, of one of our new friends, dragged them into a chilling psychic vision, in order to deliver a cryptic warning in what was possibly the most needlessly cruel way possible, by intentionally playing on their Claustrophobia. This all came while they were simply trying to do good by people through operating a medical outpost to treat the wounded, and discussing the potential rehabilitation of Beelzebub..."
He holds up the Beelzebub plush, pointing to it.
"…this guy. Apparently, when the Totem chose Neo to be their messenger, they felt it necessary to play on their concerns about Beelzebub, as they'd been discussing him with Casper, the Totem's host. In Neo's vision, the Totem practically chucked the doll at them while acting exceedingly unnerving, and when Neo came to, it was there in their hands, and they'd discovered that they unconsciously treated all their patients while they were in the Totem's lair, as if they were in a trance and working on muscle memory, completely unable to remember what happened between trying to treat Casper and being ejected from that cave."
His gaze hardens, and he shakes his head.
"…do you have any idea just how frightening that is? That a being could just drag Neo's mind into a vision while they're running on autopilot like that? We Aspects have extraordinarily strong mental defenses. Whatever the Hell this Totem is, I'm half-glad that they're ostensibly on our side, unlike whatever the equally-Hellish entity is that they tasked Neo with spreading a warning about. Said warning being…"
Neo's gaze softens, and their head droops slightly.
"…prepare for unseen consequences..."
Shadow glances around, and frowns.
"…man, I missed Sarah, huh? Guess I'll have to catch up with her another time…anyway…"
He looks back to Sylvie, giving her an apologetic frown.
"I'm sorry for snapping. It’s just…been a long day, and it's not over yet."
Isengrim, Daimion, and the cubs remain silent, uncertain of what to say upon hearing of the fate of Utopia, merely exchanging a concerned glance.
Eventually, Neo steps into the hall and 'clears their throat', catching the group's attention, and holds Toby up to show them.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Toby. He may look mundane on the outside, but inside, he is one of the most powerful beings I know. He is responsible for saving an untold number of innocent lives, through stealing and absorbing Miquella's strongest, most deadly technique, before he could cast it."
Sirius' eyes light up, and he wriggles in Iris' arms, yipping excitedly.
"He's such a cute doggy! Can I see him? I wanna' say hi!"
The rest of the group blink at seeing Sirius' mood take a complete 180°, and this seems to thankfully jar them out of their own low spirits, as the other three cubs approach Neo with tentative steps, eyeing Toby curiously.
"Hey, lil' guy…"
"So you're stronger than you look, huh?"
"What else are you capable of?"
Meanwhile, Shadow sets the Beelzebub doll and Miquellan Memento on the opposite side-table from Iris' artifacts, then strides into the hall…and suddenly wraps his arms around Isengrim, squeezing his eyes shut.
The great wolf blinks, momentarily taken aback, and glances at Shadow tentatively, while the others exchange a surprised glance.
"…er…you know, if you need some comfort, my cubs are…"
Shadow half-opens his eyes, and nods.
"Yeah, I know. But, in all due respect, you're a huge, fluffy animal, and I've had a Hell of a day. I would greatly appreciate it if you'd let me have this."
He begins to stroke Isengrim's head and neck, which makes him pause, though he eventually heaves a gentle sigh, relaxing as he lets go of his tension, closing his eyes.
"Alright…I can tell you need it."
His tail begins to wag slightly, as he leans into Shadow's touch.
"And…I have to admit…it actually does feel kind of nice..."
He half-opens his eyes, giving Shadow a teasing look.
"…but none of that puppy-talk nonsense, or we're done here, got it?"
Shadow nods, grinning.
"Gotcha'."
He blinks, finally noticing Iris holding Sirius and Ren, and fixes the latter with a curious look.
"…huh, seems like I'm not the only one who brought another unexpected guest…"
Edited by SacredSpirit123 on Oct 29th 2025 at 10:04:19 AM
"Life isn't a fairytale. There isn't always a 'Happily Ever After' waiting for you at the end of the road." ~ Isengrim Heath-StalkerFather and daughter alike turned the corner.
They entered into a wide chamber guarded by a statue,
draped in robes of ivy. The pale glow of Voidlights pierced the windowed roof and flooded the room with a discomposing light. Such must’ve been how a deer feels when his nightly darkness is torn apart by a ray of light from an incomprehensible source so far beyond their understanding of the world that it was all their minds could do to shut down and simply wait for this thing they’d never be able to understand to pass them by.
In this room, painted by the Void’s phosphorescence, Little Guy stooped his head and chewed absently at the rampant ivy crawling up the walls. His eyes turned just enough to spy the newcomers, and a glad moan bellowed from his filled mouth. But Ez’s sauropod friend was the least of two surprises.
She was there, just as he remembered her. Every detail perfect as Mal’s mind knew her. Even the lovingness in her eyes was utterly identical. Her lips had been crescented up in a vague smile as she ran her hand along Little Guy’s scales, yet developed into a full smile as Bone’s gaze found her family.
Silence hovered between them. Her hand extended. There you two are. I’ve been waiting for you."
The more primal areas of Ez’s mind, those places too deep for thought to even grace yet where Force and instinct dwelled in unison, exploded in warning.
With great power…you know the rest.Nidrugg
observes the body, rolling his eyes at the Tarnished's. Luckily for him, Pyre is quick to be able to identify what went on. And as she speaks, Nidrugg contemplates what to do. He can't try to use Life Magic to briefly restore the dead to speak - their souls being missing would doom them to being mute slaves. But his ego can't let Pyre have all the fun.
That, and he was interested - he had thought this was a mere killer. And it still was, but being able to command something as ethereal as the soul took at least some skill. It meant he could absorb the magic within them - or most likely within whatever artifact they had found to do all the work.
Still, Nidrugg's eyes began to glow white as he peered at the bodies, combining Body Magic: Ocular and Soul Magic to try to see if anything about it had been "clumsily" done. If so, then there would be impurities. Lingering traces of the soul that would be waiting to be reunited with the much greater stolen portion. And if it was the case, he would speak.
That said, given the grey color, he wasn't expecting much. He merely wanted to look like he was contributing at least.
The process was done imperfectly, as expected of low-life rabble. I can make the remaining soul fragments animate to try to reunite with their missing whole. But we will need to be quick in following them - such spiritual traces will be too eager to complete their purpose.
Ez
smiles at Little Guy, but then notice Bone and tilt her head, observing her flesh and blood mother. As much "flesh" and as much "blood" as she could be, at least. She had only ever seen her in pictures, so she was stunned into surprise at the sight of her. And that surprise made it all too easy for Mal himself to blink in stupor.
He knew that it was most likely a trick and he knew that. But it had been so long that he was willing to walk towards the illusion. Because whatever it could do, so long as it could provide him a glimpse of her wrath, then he'd be happy. And perhaps that made him dumber than one simply lulled by an illusion they were unaware of - but at this moment, his broken heart yearned for comfort.
Ez's mind, however, snapped and she reached out, grabbing her father and trying to hurl him back whence they came. is not mommy! is not little guy! run!
W-wait! No! Let me see her! Please! Ez ponders this and decide to do a little trick, "falling" over by accident as she attempts to run. The sight of his daughter falling to the ground snaps Mal out of his trance and he instinctively pick her up, attempting to run, desperately trying not to look back.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterDistrict 21
She flinched at the deafening sound of a grenade bursting open, hoping that none of the shrapnel had struck her without her knowing.
It was low on her list of priorities, though.
You'll never guess what color Red's blood was.
It was, red, yes. A bright, garish red, like the liquid inside of a neon light. It probably tasted about as poorly, not that the things nipping at her legs cared likely much about taste.
Red with knife slashed the creatures frantically, but effectively. She wasn't unaware of how to fight, she'd just been avoiding it. Now that she was fighting, that she wasn't without a well of strength or skill revealed itself clearly. That knife darted for anything that looked like a vital point, while Red kept herself from crumbling out of pain. She could do that later.
"Does this look like looking to you!? You're crazy!" She said to herself. Or, the thing that seemed to speak in her voice.
Yatta!Bone’s outstretched inched slowly closer to Mal as he approached, his long-lost appearing almost giddy in delight. They were so close, all they had to do was—
Ez tripped, and the illusion was broken. Mal swept his girl into her hands and fled, but the thing pretending to be Bone wouldn’t accept defeat quite so easily. It lurched across the room from where it stood. When it fell out of the Voidglow and into a shadow cast, Bone transformed. For just an instant, she was a writhing mass of darkened steel at once liquid yet razor-sharp, scraping itself on bladearms across the ground, before transforming back into Bone the second it was back in the cosmic light’s gaze. STOP IT demanded the unknown. Bone’s voice melted into something else entirely, the mask slipping. COME TO MEEEE
Yet for as quick as this creature was, the well-built Mal was quicker, even with his daughter’s added weight. The mimic’s thunderous voice fell into the distance, and once they finally stopped, it was at a viewport. The hall opened up slightly for a room congruent with the rest of the corridor, outfitted with plush benches and tables in the wake of a windowed wall that provided, yet again, another view into the writhing Void. The otherworldly blue light filled this room, same as it had the last. Faint footsteps pattered from the other end, yet these thankfully had a visible source, and out of the dimness emerged Jennifer and Pearl. Pearl eagerly waved at Ez while Jennifer approached Mal, wearing a friendly smile. “Whew, am I glad to see you. I thought we’d gotten lost. Any luck yet?”
Edited by ISZATSO on Oct 29th 2025 at 2:15:57 PM
With great power…you know the rest.Jorrvaskr
"Woah. I'd love to ride on the back of a real bear.", Ren says to Sirius.
"It's called Freddy. It's a... uh... mascot in Charlie's world.", he says, needing a moment to think of the word mascot. Not because he's hiding anything, but because the word didn't immediately come to him.
He then looks at Sirius' bear upon being given an offer to touch it, and he hesitates.
"I probably shouldn't do that then.", he says, perhaps surprisingly. "Just in case."
The way he says that makes it sound like him accidentally damaging it if he touches it is a genuine risk.
As the definition of a barbarian is explained to Ren, Iris glances at her Staff for a moment. She kinda wonders if she and her artifacts count as barbarians then.
"Hell? Do you mean Hel?", Ren asks. ... somehow he knows it was supposedly spelled wrong when they sound the same. "Oooooh, wait, you mean Lapsus! The wolves told me things about them before."
Now that gets Iris' attention too. If he's using that name, that means he's probably from the same world she is. And the wolves know about the divine.
"Do people not like Lapsus? Because why would they be mean to you for being part one?", he then innocently asks Daimion before looking back at Isengrim.
"Ah, no, I'm not human. I don't really know what I am. But I don't really care either so it's fine."
Well he just straight up said it.
"Meeting Charlie? I guess I'd have to ask her if she wants that first.", he says to Sirius. And then he seems surprised.
"Friends? Are we friends? Wow, I went from no friends to two friends to a whole lot of friends!", he happily says.
The subject of the three things he mentioned come up, both from Sirius and Loki, and Ren smiles as he shifts back into his other form.
"Yeah, you're both right.", he says, causing Iris to pause. "If I ask someone three things and they do them, I grant them a wish."
"What happens if someone says no?"
"Nothing until they say it three times."
"... and then what?"
"They die."
Iris goes pale. Didn't she tell him no twice so far? Had she literally been a single word away from-
"... well that's how I was told it was supposed to go. But spending time in Charlie's world and getting a few of my memories back got me thinking.", Ren then says, shaking his head a few times just for fun. "Maybe I don't have to do things that way anymore."
"... so if I had said no three times you wouldn't have done anything?", Iris asks.
"Nope. I like you. So I wouldn't do that even if you said no.", Ren says. Iris lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.
"... so then if I do one more thing I get a wish?", she asks. This could be huge. Maybe this is the solution to saving Amaterasu and Callis.
"I guess. But there's nothing else I want right now. I'll ask you something later.", Ren says.
He then looks at people's reactions to what he asked about food. He seems confused. Then briefly startled when Isengrim is understandably upset.
"... but I almost never eat.", he eventually says. "I don't need to do that a lot. The stew was just really good so I couldn't stop eating."
... that's at least not nearly as bad as it sounded a moment ago.
He looks back at Daimion again.
"I don't own my wolves either but I still call them that. That way I know which is which."
Shadow and Neodyme now enter. Iris and Ren turn to look, the latter remaining silent for a bit.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help sooner.", Iris says to Shadow and Neodyme. "I flew as fast as I could. And uh... are you okay?"
That question is mainly meant for Neodyme given what Shadow said, but it's also for Shadow.
"You kinda look like me!", Ren suddenly says to Shadow, smiling widely. He seems to find this fact a little funny. A bit of a tone-shift, so to say.
"But you have wings. I want wings too."
He looks at Iris, who raises an eyebrow.
"You're not gonna ask me to give you my wings or anything like that, right?"
"No your wings would be too big for m-"
Cue him gasping when he sees the Annoying Dog.
"Ooooooh it's one of those! Like in Charlie's world!", he happily says, now jumping out of Iris' arm hold and landing in front of Neodyme.
"... that kid sure is energetic.", Iris mutters. But then she also approaches so that Sirius can be closer to the Annoying Dog, who looks down at the cubs curiously from in Neodyme's arms. He's wagging his tail so he does seem to be happy.
Then, while still in Neodyme's arms, he somehow manages to hold onto a small TTS machine and types.
"I can kinda sorta talk. It takes me a while to respond sometimes. Typing is slow.", the TTS says.
"He sounds funny.", Ren says, definitely not getting the whole TTS thing.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Oct 30th 2025 at 5:10:37 PM
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Ambar X
The center mech made an attempt at evasive maneuvers, jetting to the side and back- though multiple bullets still struck true, some hitting at an angle and ricocheting off of the armor, but enough hitting the mech's feet to make the auxiliary boosters cut out, making it drop a bit before the main back-mounted thrusters kicked on in full.
However, this is not without its drawbacks- the center mech's frontal vents are visibly ejecting jets of plasma, the reactor within destabilizing as it's forced to full-burn onto an outcrop of stone and begin venting heat from anywhere it can, clouds of vaporized coolant pouring out of the mech as it attempts to restabilize.
The other two mechs near the center are hit with some bullets, one managing to hit a gap in the left-center's (relative to the Gundam's viewing angle, not the lineup) armor, making the mech's left arm drop limply from bracing its rifle in both hands. It fires off its missiles in retaliation.
The other two that have already fired off their missiles finally reach the top of the canyon, firing off their mortars in an attempt to keep the Gundam from being able to dodge backwards by angling their shots to land somewhere behind it.
There's still a small chance to dodge to the sides, but aside from the short break in firing to reload their rifles (the one with a disabled arm takes longer to reload, having to holster-eject-reload-unholster, and the one that is overheating doesn't do anything at all except try to prevent a reactor meltdown) there's at least four of the mechs still firing, even as they still fly higher to reach a better vantage point.
Meanwhile, aboard the Amazon-class Destiny's Challenge. (picture of the general ship class for reference, thanks Lancer wiki)
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[Direct NHP connection established at 10:02:33.]
C/C-1053: Report: Monitoring systems report Squad 3 is in direct combat with an unknown-model frame. [10:02:33]
MephiSephi [NHP]: -wait, what? [10:02:36]
C/C-1053: Repeat: Monitoring systems report Squad 3 is in direct combat with an unknown-model frame. [10:02:37]
MephiSephi [NHP]: No- I understand that. Show me. [10:02:39]
MephiSephi [NHP]: Oh, you're kidding me... [10:03:25]
MephiSephi [NHP]: ...we didn't see that village on sensors. And flash-clones don't know how to retreat or avoid settlements, so this happened... Yay, paperwork. [10:03:28]
C/C-1053: Query: Continue to monitor? [10:03:29]
MephiSephi [NHP]: Yes. [10:03:30]
[Connection ended by NHP at 10:03:31.]
MephiSephi [NHP]: ...I'm going to have a whole bunch of explaining to do to someone, huh... [10:03:35]
Edited by RainbyPlays on Oct 29th 2025 at 5:53:00 AM
aeiou: the second"I'm starting to think I should've been at Utopia from the very beginning, well before everything went to Hel. But I suspect there was plenty of lamenting about what could have and should have been done differently by those who were present," Thor says.
He makes his way over to Iris, not entirely sure what to make of the Annoying Dog.
Loki strokes his chin.
"Fascinating. Might there be any limits to these wishes of yours? For instance, are you unable to grant wishes that involve, just as an example... killing someone, or making someone fall in love with someone else, or bringing people back from the dead?" he inquires.
Sylvie, realizing she'd chosen her words poorly, just sort of wordlessly offers an apologetic look before shifting her attention to the Annoying Dog.
"So... you're telling me this strange dog, who can somehow use technology, actually defeated a god? That sounds completely insane, but I have seen things like that alligator Loki."
Mal
keeps running, covering Ez's eyes with his chest as he quietly fumes at the desecration of his love. Like Jennifer. He, too, sought to do much more than leave - he sought to hurt it half as bad as it'd hurt them at least. And with any luck, the little shit would die for it.
He does turn around himself though, and sees how the abomination shift : and perhaps that was, in truth, merely one last attempt at looking at his love. Or a reminder that it wasn't his love but a twisted puppet. No, not even that - a mockery made in her image. Some horrible things not even his nightmares would dare conjure up. And as he saw it, he was barely able to note a small thing - how the void glow had hidden from him the horror that was actually in waiting.
Maybe Ez would have figured it out, but he didn't want her to see her mother, not like this. Not ever. And as he feels like she did anyway, he doesn't dare set her down, nor talk about picking her up. They remain silent instead, both too shocked to even talk it out. Both having briefly forgotten why they were being here. Both helpless deers on the road. And then, as two familiar figures come in, and as the group find themselves in another room, Mal just... pant, still exhausted from it all.
And suspicious.
Not at the friendly smile or the unusually cheerful way they carry themselves - suspicious just because they are there. Who the fuck would be smiling in such a situation? There was no way such a being would focus its effort on one group and leave the other alone.
Ez? Can you use the Force to lift one of these chairs to put a shadow unto Jennifer and "Pea"?
why
Just a check. Mal says, preparing to grab his blaster as Ez, daring not to turn around, but needing to, raise her arm and lift up the furniture to try to do as asked.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterFrom Konngara's perspective, whatever just happened is like an act of the divine. How could any clouds, let alone thunderclouds, form in this desert? To say nothing of pillars of ice.
She utters a silent prayer in thanks as she continues. The energy emanating from the ice pillars feels faintly familiar... but she doesn't have the time to process that feeling, lest she waste the scant few seconds the intervention afforded them.
Thanks to Filia's attacks from afar, Sombra is able to take his focus away from stalling for the moment and catch up with the others.
Escape From Hell
A completely empty Hell is kind of eerie. Even the most featureless one they've been through, the Puyo Puyo one, still had a stray roaming demon or two. From this distance, William can't sense Filia's presence.
Which makes it all the more surprising when the environment starts attacking the Flamelord in ways impossible for a desert, as if the realm is reshaping its own laws to impede the monstrosity.
"Thanks a bunch, whatever just did that!"
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Penelope's castle
And Null is yeeted out of the window, the dark lord of the sith landing flat on his face, broken and bloodied body sticking out of the ground with the dignity of roadkill. And if he could breath, he'd be out of it by now - for he had come close to dying.
Dying. At the hands of these... ridiculous beings. He had underestimated this world - and acted impulsively, uncharacteristically. And had he not been a bit more careful, then the reclusive lord of the dark would have bled out in the sun, a death so ironic as to get a laugh out of any of his victims, no matter how tormented past the point of sanity they might have been. But instead, a sonic boom echoes outside the fortress, as a tall, wide Mobile Suit fling itself out of the sky, flying in and dropping right in front of Null.
With its claws-like hands unable to seize him without causing him harm, the Byarlant instead lets a mass of strange organic material falls off from its cockpit and unto Null, slowly absorbing him in as the Mobile Suit blast off back into the sky.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterSpamton's Shop
Raique thought about some tips...
She was asking some homeless doll for tips on fashion.
But he wouldn't disappoint. Using his arms he pulled his hat all the wsy down. First went his head, then his torso. Until nothing was there on the ground.
But then someone sprang up in place, a individual of impeccable fashion. The bright pink turtleneck sweater, accompanied by a chunky silver chain necklace. Wearing slim-fit olive pants, his long legs ending in brown suede loafies, he kicked his leg out and let a hand push aside his purple bangs, Raique's gaze landed back on her.
"Try fuchsia or turquoise... wear something strapless for the top. Though I have to say your current attire is hard to beat." Raique sounded far more like a siren than the slightly squeaky, stand-offish doll from before.
Though the Maxx went from staring our the window to those two.
"I'm serious, something is gonna happen."
"Of course something is gonna happen. She's gonna drag that dog out with some headwear. In the mean time, just... dont be ready to pounce."
"I can not rest... I am... The Maxx."
Casper did not like that mandarin. Something in him knew what it meant.
Sometimes he wished Spamton had more control over what he said.
Spamton looked at the others and quickly grabbed Beezlebub and Vasper by the collar, bringing them to him. Despite his short size, he brought the two scraggly men to his eye level...
Hissing out one phrase...
"[H E A V E N.]"
He let go as he paced back and forth behind the table counter. There was a worriedness, as he looked to Casper and his pockets. Which Casper admitted was a tad alarming
"AFTER ALL, YOU WANNA BE A [Big Shot]! EAHAHAHAHAA!!"
His head increases inside with each cackle, before returning to normal dimensions, as he took out a price tag.
99 K(romer)
"Have you ever [purchased] a terrible [sale] just for some [HYPERLINK BLOCKED]?"
"How terrible we talking?"
"No one here will get... physically hurt."
Casper raised a brow, looking to Beezlebub's reaction to gauge him. Knowing Beezlebub was only really cooperating because some of his material goods aren't here. Only cooperating our of morbid curiosity.
"Can... I mean are you able to tell us what it is?"
:"[Ufology], its all true. The [Australian Steakhouse]. Had that [Cathode Screams] break into my HEAD[ache] and toss it around. Left me something important. A game. They said it can [SAVE] us... I [don't want to hear it.] But, it knows [stuf]. Can aid [Lord of The Flies] here."
District 21
Roderick finally let himself known, by throwing something at Nymbulda just as Bermuda came her way.
A jar. Filled with a baby blue ink.
She caught it, and quickly slumped Bermuda in. It hurt. He was basically sliding off her broken shoulder into the jar, feeling another humanoid try and gouge out her eye. Ink stained her arms, as she had to use her horns to gouge open the arm of her assailant to orotevt the octoling. And as soon as Bermuda went in, she saw pleading eyes. Eyes of someone putting their faith in her.
With a Snarl, she cracked a grin back at Bermuda, as another humanoid was trying to suplex her. Some lithe woman who despite their furious and toned appearance-
Was failing to really budge Nymbulda.
"I only let one person try that on me."
She threw herself up into the air, letting the jar fall atop her chest-
And her back crush the smaller bloke into the flooded water, seeing they had clearly lost all will to fight. Probably because water was quickly flooding their lungs.
"And you're not him."
As she said this another creature charged in. The Warden from earlier.
The Kshilaayape.
Bursting through the doors behind the firing line, it trampled several of the guards and made a quick beeline for the isz attacking Jason. Lowering its head, the horns brandished seemed almost like black knives, focused on the center mass as Jason was stabbing the isz's head. Within a instance he was freed, the Chamois-like creature raising the massive isz over his head and throwing it to the wall.
More of the Skull-helmed Iszs hissed at this, brutish human shouting coming from them as they formed a kill circle around the warden. The Kshilaayape seemed unwilling to stand down or flee, and ad the iszs lunged in for the kill both raised clubs and spears, it instead whirled around on its hooves to deliver powerful slicing arcs with its horns and hooves. It was a blur as the banner like tail helped disguise the next direction of its head swing.
Giving Jason time to probably help Red up as they were cutting at the fairies biting at their swordfish friend and themselves. The fairies didn't seem particularly bothered, but one of Red's Iszs seemed disgusted by the way her life left her body.
"How can you even be considered alive? Just floudering... some chemical slurry that's gonna die in some flooded hallway."
The fairies were easy to dispatch once a blow landed. Like cutting a inflamed artery. It ead always so comedic, a steay knife bloe across the chin and the whole creature popped like a firecracker. Her Swordfish companion quickly panicked as a fairy grabbed onto an eye with its teeth-
The noise being way to crisp as the fairy flew off with an eye. The swordfish wad enraged and panicked, and quickly flung itself into the wall, smashing several fairy-like beasts into the wall.
Both Red and Jason could see one of her own iszs raise both their fists up, ready to bring them down atop her-
"Humoring this is ridiculous."
AwawaPokemon World - The Past
BEWARE! BEHIND YOU!!
Natacha yells at Luna, trying to warn her of the shark, to no avail. The two girls and their dog cover their eyes in fear of the worst... Until they hear the music box melody, and they finally saw the shark getting away.
As they watch Luna swim, both girls got drowsy too...
Three freaking ghosts!Astil - Crab Rave
Oh hey one of the bubbles popped. That's good, but still not great.
<Those things seem annoyingly durable.>
The second one doesn't pop, but almost...
<...I feel like if I get hit while being impure against that attack from before it'd REALLY hurt.>
<Hmm. That could work, actually!>
______ gets into a blocking stance, but this time's a bit different- it won't reduce damage, but upon being hit, they'll retaliate immediately with a counterattack that scales with the damage dealt to them.
aeiou: the secondUbsway
okay mao. guess you're paying. Also damn the enemy is winning Beerus over. That's crazy.
Anyways when they get to the ordering spot he just kind of stands there -_-. Guess he tries to stand up especially straight and proper. Very unsuspicious Greek man.
"... Duo cuiusque electionisne?"
/\。。/\Hub Centralis, District 22, pre-Pizzaplex
With his leg now free and Bermuda safe with Nymbulda, Jason hauls himself to his feet, yanking his sword out of the floor when he notices that Red appeared to be in danger. As he blows out a sigh of exasperation with how utterly'' insane this situation has become, he fires a few potshots at any remaining attacking fairies before putting his AK-47 away, then sprinting headlong towards Red's position.
"This is what I get for not bringing any backup along..."
Taking a mighty running leap towards the Isz preparing to crush Red to a pulp, Jason attempts to lop its head clean off with a well-aimed swipe of his Nth metal blade. However his plan of attack pans out, he lands behind the monster afterwards.
"New girl, you better have seen a way out back in... whichever room you and all this water came from!"
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Oct 30th 2025 at 10:52:31 AM
??? - Luna
As darkness envelops the horizon, the nightfall brings forth a stunning array of stars that twinkle and dance in the vast sky above. The stars emerge one by one, painting the darkened sky with their gentle glow. Luna is fast asleep on a piece of wreckage from the ship.
Luna's eyes slowly open as she stirs from her sleep, awakening as she can hear the cool ocean breeze past. She sighs, lifting her head and gazes around, as her eyes adjust to the dimly lit surroundings.
Looking out at the ocean, Luna notices the stars reflecting in the water, like an upside down mirror. Her thoughts wonder, thinking about what happened that caused her and her mother to be separated. She wonders if Eliza’s okay, wondering it she made it to land somehow.
Luna shifts her gaze upward, drawn to the beautiful stars that twinkle like diamonds across the night sky. She notices one star that is much bigger and brighter than the others. Luna sits up on the piece of wreckage, looking at the bright star, admiring it.
To Luna’s astonishment, the stars around the bright star that Luna is looking at begin to shift and reposition themselves, weaving together to form an image that is unmistakably that of Luna's mother, Eliza.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as Luna whispers, “Mama…” Then she hears Eliza's voice. “Swim to the shore, my dear.” she urges Luna, “Don't you worry, I am with you, even if you can't see me…”
Eliza’s words became too much to bear for Luna, as she succumbs to her emotions, her sob echoing across the water. “Mama!” Luna cries out.
“You must go on Luna”, Eliza's voice said, “No matter how dark the skies may seem, dawn is always present. Luna… My little brave white Rabright…” Luna regains herself, wiping away her tears with a paw and nods. ”Thank you Mama. I won't be lonely anymore. I'll swim as hard as I can and go back to everyone.”
The starry image of Eliza fades away, leaving behind a trail of stardust that seems to sparkle in the night. Luna takes a deep breath. She stands tall, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Then, she jumps into the water and begins swimming.
As Luna swims, her eyes gazing upward towards the sky, she suddenly hears her mother's voice. The voice started out quietly, but it got stronger.
♪Luna… Luna… Luna… Luna…♪
Luna notices that the stars are once again forming into the shape of Eliza. Smiling, Luna continues swimming.
♪You are not alone Luna… Your mother is with you Luna…♪
Luna swims with renewed vigor, her eyes never leaving the image of her mother that's in the sky.
♪Mama is right here. Among the stars…♪
Luna remembers the time spent with her mother, although it wasn't even for a full day. Seeing her in the stars makes her want to somehow find her and spend more time with her, like she once did aboard the ship.
♪From the sky I am watching you…♪
The stars grew brighter, their light illuminating the ocean's surface so that it appeared as if Luna were swimming through the cosmos itself.
♪I will always be there to light the path for you… So please go, Luna… Whatever you may go Luna… Mama's sweet child, Luna… (Luna)♪
Hub Centralis - Luna
Luna awoke from her sleep. 'How long was I out? What happened?' She looks around, noticing Zenigata. "Zenigata? Did I pass out back there? And where's Lupin? Is he gone? And, is Groudon gone?"
Luna had passed out since that Groudun caused a drought. She remembered stealing water from a well and Zenigata capturing her, almost killing her and Lupin.
Edited by ThatBlindGamer on Oct 30th 2025 at 12:53:59 PM
District 21
I'm not about to be flattened into a pancake!
This was what Red thought, but her practical execution of this was admittedly lacking. She tried to jump out of the way, but her legs were a bit... bitten. She didn't exactly overestimate herself, just that she was in enough of a hurry to try anyways.
It probably would have worked. Just, with a broken foot. In this situation, a broken foot was kind of a death sentence so it was nice that her foot was most decidedly not broken, thanks to Jason's help.
"Swardfish, no!"
Priority list was admittedly a little skewed, but Red leapt into action to defend the Swordfish that she had apparently accidentally named Swardfish by misspeaking earlier. Wielding knife, she cut any fairy-beasts that happened to be near to it. She then gave it a reassuring pat, then looked over her shoulder at Jason.
"Sorry dude, I fell into this room, and I was a little busy along the way running from that thing."
She gestured broadly at the Isz resembling herself, whether or not its head had been successfully lopped off.
Edited by Whoma on Oct 30th 2025 at 11:08:19 AM
Yatta!Ez, Mechs, Soulkilling Time
Jen’s grin froze in place, and when she spoke again, though the smile remained on her lips, her cold voice was without any hint of friendliness. "Why?" She asked. Sharp eyes found Ez. "Ez, I don’t think that’s necessary."
Pearl was far less talkative. She tilted and dashed forwards as the chair rose, and in the darkness transformed. A scuttling creature with no identifiable features save razor lashes whipping at Ez and Mal alike took the girl’s place, quiet as death all the while.
——
Thrusters engaged once more as the Mobile Suit prepared to dodge once more from the oncoming missiles, only for mortar blasts to rend apart the ground behind it. Now presented with a fine choice between casting himself directly into mortarfire or taking the rockets head-on, Farud grimaced within and aborted the dodge in that split second before it was too late. The suit twisted, bracing for impact, with its free arm lifted over its chest to protect himself as the LC’s (left center’s) barrage hit. One struck the Valorian’s shoulder, one its bicep, and the other its hands, damaging all three points. Though the arm remained largely intact, the hand had been rendered useless. Bits of spongy dermis scattered across the sands with a squish.
With, Farud contemplated this. These avatars were less well-crafted than the M Ses of the Imperial and CIS he’d faced off against during his lifespan, but their numbers were making up for that. They could very easily overwhelm him if he allowed. Farud resolved: to survive this, he’d need to go on the offensive.
Still warm from the Dodge That Never Was, his thrusters once again roared alive. The Valorian’s knees bent and, aided by jetfire, bounded towards the cliff. Thick tentacles of a material indistinguishable from organic writhed out from the Mobile Suit’s back and latched it to the rock wall, ascending as the Valorian pressed itself flat against the cliff to make itself a smaller target while firing upwards. His aim lingered on the mechs with the undelivered rockets, but he had a different target now. The rockets themselves.
——
Well, if there was any notion these killings weren’t supernatural, it was instantly dispelled.
Everett pored over the images as they came, searching for the most minute of details. Then, he moved on to the bodies. Such sights were far from uncommon in his line of work, but even though he hid it well, the man never could get used to them. Maybe that was a good thing, it signaled that there was still some sort of humanity in him, but it was all Everett could think about to imagine how much easier his job would be if corpses didn’t bother him. Especially the first victim. He found his gaze moving on from her much quicker than the other three.
"These are in chronological order?" He asked lowly, having extinguished his cigarette before entering the room due to contamination concerns. First impressions told him their killer was following a pattern. "Female, male, female, male. This one was running, this one was scared…so our guy presented himself to them first. Or he was found out. This fella…" He wound around the room to the Tarnished, standing at the edge of his deathbed. "Slight bruising. Looks like he wasn’t going down without a fight."
Everett wandered next to the wall, while Pyre had her freakout. "Four dead wasn’t serious in the first place?" He ran his eyes along the map, squinting at it deep in study. "One and two. Runner and fighter. Same time?" Whatever the answer to that was could tell them libraries. If so, then clearly their killer’s planning had been imperfect. One had been an impromptu witness, either the girl who’d tried to flee, or the man who’d put up a fight. But if they had been two chronologically separate killings meant that their guy frequented that spot. And anyways, the fact that 3 and 4 had been located in “extremes”—near the district edge and close to its center—while the first two were in some unimportant location meant that there had to be some significance to it. Everett hummed. "So. Four bodies, but not a single witness, and not a single camera catches anything. This isn’t just spur-of-the-moment stuff. He’s selecting his victims and following them where nobody’ll see. But no killer picks his victims at random. So the million dollar question becomes…what is he looking for in them?"
What Nidrugg had to say caught his attention, and Everett smirked at the valuable information he could bring to the table. "I’m ready when all you folk are. Work your magic, mustache man."
Edited by ISZATSO on Oct 30th 2025 at 7:30:57 AM
With great power…you know the rest.Crab? Crab!
Revan trusts Mystery Girl to handle herself. She also gets a bit loose with the Dark Side. Both reasons justifying her decision to simply run ahead towards the giant crab and leap towards it.
She does no flourish, simply coming down at it hard with both her lightsabers.
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterSubway Underpass
Fleetway Super Sonic returns to the counter, handing the paper with Beerus' order on it to a colleague before turning to Maou and Grumio. He's a little lost by what the latter says, but figures it's the same as what the former says.
"Right away, sir.", he says. He doesn't seem to know Maou is part of the competition given his lack of a reaction. Then again, this golden rodent has probably never stepped foot in Maou's establishment before. Maou would've probably recognized someone looking so gold and spiky instantly if he had.
Not that much later, Maou and Grumio receive their order from Fleetway Super Sonic while a colleague delivers Obese's order to him as well. With that in mind, the plan will begin once Beerus has finished eating.
Maldicion
Revan's (light)saber leap attack and Rumia's darkness claws strike at the bubble, and it ends up being enough to take it out. The crab is once again vulnerable.
Lethargic now wears off.
CLAMOR CLAWS
Maldicion goes for it instantly, the spectral claws attempting to strike at the group. With Youmu switched out, Mystery Girl doesn't receive any bonus damage.
Considering ______ is standing still in a blocking stance, Clamor Claws should not be able to miss. But upon hitting-
Maldicion is struck back at, reeling from the hit with enough force to stun it.
This is their chance. Take down this crab!
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Mal
's eyes widen as the impostors reveal themselves and he look to the side, looking for the nearest furniture by his side. Remembering that they were basically surrounded by illusions does make Mal briefly fearful of what'd happen if he trusts them but... as he does that, this brief moment of panic put him in a spot where the fast and agile creature can close the gap, meaning that he has to commit now instead of dodging.
Has Ez scream in fear at seeing her friend turning into such a monster, Mal grabs the nearest chair and try slamming it into the creature with an horizontal swipe of it, positioning himself to cover Ez with his body as he try to send the creature off. If the chair fails him, Mal instead try shoving it with his shoulder, enduring a nasty gash on it as flesh and cloth are cut apart due to the creature's spiky body.
Regardless, Mal then scrambles for his blaster, holding Ez with one arm as he reach for it, raise it and, without aiming, try firing some shots at "Pearl" and "Jennifer". As for Ez, who finds herself in a circus of horror with no cathartic vengeance or hope to motivate her like last time, she can only scream and sob in terror, pressing herself against his chest.
Mal's eyes are wide open as he fires his shots, anger and adrenaline giving him a sort of supreme state of mind where his entire body, from the smallest of cells all the way to his brain, are in agreement : time to lock the fuck in.
Revan
is hit by a claw swipe hard enough to shatter her bones, breaking her left arm. However, as she falls and let go of it, she kicks it at Malidicion!
Beelzebub
feels like he's having more of a headache dealing with Spamton than he's ever back had when people were attempting to literally punch his brain out or messing with it. But he figures that it's now part of his life to have to hang out with Casper and Baz's merryband of socially awkward misfits.
Beelzebub gives out a long sigh and rubs his temple, trying not to be rude to avoid complicating things further. Casper. I'm sorry, I did not get this. Can you translate this, please.
Baz nods to Raique, observing his looks up close. Casper really did have... pretty friends, but she doesn't mind. It's kind of refreshing seeing people who are comfortable with their masculinity and slip free of how one think men should act. Really! As someone born in a society where one's role was assigned at birth, Baz rarely could see such men.
It was comforting, in a way;
Strapless? Got it. She says, mumbling other things as she apparently memorize it all on her mind.
Edited by Bolded1 on Oct 30th 2025 at 1:07:38 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter

Burnt
"I had not yet located the source of this particular altercation before."
... well okay that explains that.
Venom manages to chomp the Elsen? head clean off, to which it somehow grows a new one!
... which then gets sniped by Vera.
" It... all... stings...", the Pastel Burn groans, backing off a bit, looking about to-
Suddenly, from behind it, a butcher knife impales the head straight through the smoke, dealing enough damage to finish it off completely. The Pastel Burnt drops to the ground before disappearing. And in his place...
The Judge's eyes go wide and he takes a few steps back. The Elsen responsible for that kill smiles a wicked grin upon his smoke-infused skin.
"Flesh... it slices away so nicely..."
He caresses the bloodied blade as if it were a sacred artifact. It is not. It's a butcher knife. And the 'hand' he caresses with is a Burnt-type claw.
"Blood... such a beautiful substance... let it flow out... in beautiful splashes."
"This cannot be. He was slain by the claws of yours truly.", the Judge says. He looks around in horror as he now notices the blood trails spanning between the distant houses. Oh god.
"Oh. The cat with the boney smile. Your friend isn't here this time, is he?"
"Be careful. This man's mental state is beyond repair. This is Pentel the Butcher, a Mastered Burnt. He is lucid. Aware. In control of himself. And yet he performs acts so cruel and heinous.", the Judge says to Venom and Vera. He then looks at Venom.
"The spectral substance that makes up your physical self will not protect you from his blade. It will pierce and hack into you all the same. Do not act rashly."
"Your body is still so small and fragile. This time your small bones shall crunch under the weight of my knife... so beautiful."
"Is this wicked madman even aware that you both are present in this ville? Are his eyes solely on me? Regardless, I must erase him once again. Alas, Alain is not here, but you two must be capable of you can vanquish the infected. I beseech you, aid me, and I shall explain what is transpiring!"
The Butcher
BLOODBATH
Pentel wastes no time at all, not giving any of them even a second to prepare. He cleaves the air with his butcher's knife, sending a powerful and insanely fast air slash at his targets. The Judge, Vera and Venom are all targeted.
And, just like the Judge says, Venom is just as vulnerable to Pentel's slashing attacks as the rest of them.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.