(To be deleted- Anyway, Handgun or Kneegun?)

As Anguis began to regain his way with the group's direction, a sharp ping hit him in his ears once again. He had felt the pinging like a short pulse for a while now, but was brushing it off as a minor annoyance. However, thanks to recent bell-related events, any annoyance was to become major. The pinging coming from the constant reconnections from a certain terminal.

The serpent had remained hidden for a long while, however seeing as the annoyance was above ground, it seemed as though this would change in due time. Anguis began to build speed, his focus pinned onto the source of the odd pinging. The ground near the group began to shake violently as the serpent breeched the land, grasping the terminal between its fangs, and crushing it between powerful jaw muscles. Anguis swallowed whatever had gotten into its mouth almost instinctively, as it began to coil into a spring.

Just moments later, before the group could recall what had just broke free, Anguis sprung forth into the tree-line, disappearing once more from view, leaving a gaping hole nearby, and what remained of the compound's wall & terminal station.

Cicero glances, as he realizes that the terminal was just destroyed. He instinctively draws his gun, and backs up, training it at nowhere.

[Affraiel places himself onto the edge of a mossy cliff side, with make-shift leaf camo covering his back. He surveyed the forest from the high ground and spotted a group of knights advancing in the forest. He can see them shuffling about while killing some wolvers passed by. Still no sight of Gwen, Affraiel rubs the sweat off his forehead in an attempt to calm himself down. He is going to try to put a bullet into Gwen's brain, but this is not going to be an easy tusk.]

Affraiel: *sneers* "I can feel something... something vibrating beneath the earth..."

Midnight: "Is that the snarbolax?"

Affraiel: "No... more like, some kind of snake... feeding on a tree frog... amazing isn't it? The trails to survive is taking place right in front of us. It is kill or be killed."

Midnight: "Mister Affraiel, it has been an honour serving by your side."

Affraiel: *chuckles* "How so? I am only an old man, what is so intresting about following me?"

Midnight: "You are different, Mister Affraiel... I have never seen a knight quite like you, you praise death and carnage while trying to seeking justice and peace in this world. I sometimes wondered why do you chose to live like this..."

Affraiel: "Like my old man Qiu said, it is up to me to decide what to do with my life and I won't let anyone else tell me other wise. After this fight, Gwen can break my bones and destroy my flesh, but she will never take away my ideals. The things that I am fighting for my whole life, will not be tarnished by anyone." *zooms in on his scope* "Now then, Gwen... where the heck are you..."

Luke was yet again trying to process what was happening, Cicero is annoying the Mute Pyro, Highblood man is sitting on his bottom in front of a tree. He shook his head, Ah, screw it, I'll focus on what is happening to me. He shrugged his shield onto his arm and looked around for a possible enemy. None showed themselves, but Luke could not shake the feeling of something ominous lurking in the shadowy fog. Especially since the giant snake thing had devoured the terminal that Cicero was hacking. Falling in step behind Gwen, Luke waited for an enemy.

Sono stops next to a broken-down Lumber. It was missing it's lower half as well as it's arm. Looking around, he realized he got seperated from the others. "Ah, crap." He checked his minimap, which was for some reason scrambled and static.

Sono tried calling Cicero, only to find he has no signal. "Oh that's just great." He cupped his hands to his mouth. "LUUUKE!! CICEROOO!! GWEEEN!!"
*Hey! Dumbo! Yelling in the Middle of the Wildwoods is Not The Best Thing to Do!*
"The hell else am I gonna find them, Huh Tros?"

A low growl uttered behind Sono. The mist cleared as shadows began slowly wrapping around his legs. He turned around.

[Affraiel manages to find another burrowed bell tower and pries it out of the ground with the blade of the claymore. He then takes out the resonance device with in and reconfigured its circuit board.]

Affraiel: "Okay, this is now our new portable beast bell, with this, the snarby won't get close to us. At least that is what I hope to happen..."

Snarby: *moans in the distance* "RAOOHH!!!"

Midnight: "Mister Affraiel, it seems the snarbolax has awakened!"

Affraiel: "Okay, we just need to destroy a few more bell towers and the snarby will be unleashed! We better move fast! The nobleman that was leading Gwen didn't looked like a friendly fellow to me..."

Midnight: "Whatever he is... we still need to kill Gwen first." *loads a grenade into the launcher* "I won't let my Queen spill anymore innocent blood! I have to take my part in ending her madness!"

[The bell towers where not immune from the grenades even when they are underground, more towers are getting destroyed by the minutes and Affraiel is getting closer to unleashing the snarbolax.]

Affraiel: *chuckles while looking into the distant forest* "Ha! Did you hear that Gwen? It is the sound of your time running out!" *looks back at Midnight* "Hey, Valkyrie boy, do you think you can fly?" *passes the remaining thermite explosives to Midnight* "If you can just plant them down throughout the forest! Now go, and If you hear the sound of my BABs detonate, blow this forest sky high, this is my final will..."

Moving deeper into the system Blesse gave a mute chuckle as she remembered a closed of set of programs inside the main file folder of the now eaten Terminal. Of course a smart person would have complained about its destruction, but she was mute and thus had to work around that problem. Opening up a file backup of the once working Terminal Blesse found a half finished Beast Bell Imitation sound bit, no doubt the program was finished on the Terminal. Well, it would take me some time but with the help of the computer's here I can recreate the program, if not better then the old one.

Warning: All the Beast Bell's in the area are being targeted by an unknown enemy. I have found a backup program that might help it will take time to rebuild. Let me known whats going on with status reports for I will be working on a different mondier for the time being. The Communcations links will be set to open, should anything happen let me know. I have full control over the workings of the level.

With that said Blesse turned and went to work on the program. Of course before that she turned on the comm. links to voice so she could hear them talking.

Keeping his piste trained, Cicero draws his sword cautiously. He looks behind him, and notices he is alone.

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Turing around Blesse saw Gwen had slipped out of the sight of Sono's Helm Camera, but it was not that which worried the firebug. It was the fact the Console's Hollow-Map now displayed two level's at once, as if being done with a Screen split. On the map she saw a model of a Knight slowly moving threw the woods. Little red blips popping up every now and again, but until the Terminal on that level was turned on she was more or less blind to the world around them. Well, I don't know who this lone Knight is, but from the feed's I have I could make the safe bet and say its Gwen. But Cicerco is still within my sights.

Looking back at the computer she was sitting behind Blesse had just about completed the program which emitated the sound of the beast bells. However she saw in the bass code its' self their was a safety progammed into it to prevent it from being used more then once in a two minute span. She could increase the time but never go below it with out a critical error and the program crashing. Lets just hope the time the bell rings they won't need it again, other wise they will indeed be stuck where ever they are like fish in a barrel. The endless sound of key's clicking in the hall made up for the now dead sound of an empty world. Aside from the breathing of the current guards Blesse could have swarn she was hope, just with more computer's and less time to work with her own fire.

-and now we're here... Luke finally got himself caught up with the previous events. Everything was happening so quickly since he had gotten out of the infirmary. Dang, that's been how long ago? I know what the facts say, but I'm not so sure about Gwen being behind the most recent murders. Wasn't there another Val... Valk... Valkry? Whatever it was was, it was a fallen one right? Like an underworld version? Luke raised his head to pose a question.

He was alone.

Luke froze midstep. Scrap, I didn't look up while I was thinking. Now where has everyone gone? His fist tightened slightly around his Flourish, seeking the familiar handgrip for comfort. Luke gathered his senses, and decided to check his headset.

"Hey, can anyone hear me? I think I may have gotten separated." He quickly checks his map. "And my map seems to be down. Can anyone hear me?"

The snake perked up, as he blinked his eyes open, revealling the piercing eyes he has been known for. Anguis rose to full height, yawning once more before recalling what his associate had called him for. Lowering its head, it began to burrow through the ledge, levelling out at ground level, making the ground shake in the process. As it slithered above ground, the winds of the wildwoods seemed to carry its voice eerily through the forest as it approached.

"I come to aid, after a slumber, past curious wolver, through expired lumber. Bear in mind, its the Judge I serve, anyelse who I meet, best hold their nerve. I pick up on fear, it calls to me like a whistle, and while your poor spirits quake, I shall sting like a thistle"...

The serpent eventually arrived to the Judge, and only after a brief glance with piercing gaze, did it begin to burrow at an acute angle, down toward the next level, leading onto the canopy of the trees below. Moments later, a crash could be heard as Anguis impacted the earth below, into the next level where he made work of making a fresh hole.

I had to edit this out, because Psychnade can't stop godmodding.

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"Luke reporting, I got separated from the main party. Came across another two broken bells."

Luke looked around, and checked his Co-ords.

"Err, I don't suppose you could tell me the Coordinates of the group?"

Xindao bows his head. "Thank you, friend." he whispers, the snake picking up the sound. He raises his gavel, and charges it up. Fuchsia leaks, almost unseen, from pipes showing from the hole Anguis burrowed.

"The land...." Xindao stutters, feeling the presence of the fluid as his gavel charges up. "The land is poisoned! We've been led astray....oh Vog.....oh my Vog. The others. They aren't safe. The Snarbolax here isn't safe...we're doomed..." he whispers. The thunder claps. This land is cursed. Any minute now....Swarm Knights will find them. This will not do. The others should not noticed us being followed.

Xindao prepares to strike down the hammer as it charges up. "You stay out of this." he whispers fiercely, and swings down.

Xindao slams his hammer on the ground, marking a glowing green beacon that is set to turn off in approximately thirteen minutes from when it was set. He slings his gavel into a sling on his back, and walks down the tunnel Anguis made. He kicks dirt over the fuchsia-leaking pipes, stomping it in. "No one's going to find out...not like this..." he mutters. The light ahead guides him....and he drops from the hole onto the next level. The storm can now be barely seen through the higher clockwork levels. They should be safe....unless someone were to get in the maintenance tunnels.

He walks forth. Anguis can rest for now...maybe keep an eye on the others and inform if anything goes wrong. Or....maybe he needs a real avatar to command. But that would be silly. Where would I get an avatar on such short noticed. He grins to himself, laughing as if he had heard a joke. His shadow was split in two as he walked, though he passed many light, the shadows would not change from their stances. If one looked, they could see the shadows mouths moving...

Xindao shakes his head. These thoughts, these explanations....they were useless.

Continuing forward, a pack of Wolvers walk out from the thorn bushes. "Vogdamn...." he mutters, and grips his gavels end instead of the hammer's top. The end of the gavel was slightly pointed. It might work as a quick 0-1* attack weapon...

"I'm never prepared for these scuffles...but still. They are kinda fun." he talks casually to himself, grinning while wet spots appear in his blindfold.

Jaxter was about to take the shot that would kill Cicero, but instead a Snarbolax did it for him. The large animal attacked the knight dragging him into the foliage and disappearing.

'Interlopers...well, at least it did my job for me.'

Jaxter holsters his gun and makes his way back to the elevator.

But what he didn't know is that was Cicero wasn't dead.