Xindao twirls about. "Sono, the trees! Trap it under the trees!" he yells, "Cut them down!"

He runs at the bell, jumping and flipping, grabbing it in flight. He shoves it in Lake's arms. "You, boy. Follow the others near the Snarbolax." he whispers, "Ring this when it gets close. Thank you." He turns around and faces Freya. "You. The vampire." He sneers down at her. "What can you expect to accomplish? You're just another Valkyrie, and your race is near-dead. What makes you so special so as to live?"

He brandishes his flickering gavel. "You killed them with the same intention as a vulture. You stayed and waited for them to die, and you fed off their blood." His shadow's height lengthened. "You're just as bad as the darkness you claim to fight. But what was it really for? Salvaging your meals. You despicable creature...." his voice quiets. The grass sways in his direction, and something about the air whispers of the world rotting. Bugs light and flicker in the distance of the treeline. "Your salvation is nonexistent, and your love is only for that which your tongue can taste. You fed yourself with Theo's tears...and you stood by while Seatus ripped your citizens to shreds. You even bathed in Kirito's hatred for lack of your own. You're just a parasite...needing and wanting..."

His gavel flickers evermore, and the wind gets more violent. Something to really be worried about was just beyond the trees, sending off a smoking flare that she was here. "Freya, you're the reason this world decomposes as it does." A crack of thunder, and things out of sight get blurry, and only she and him stand. He smiles the happy way Xindao used to, like he was just happy to exist because he was doing it for everyone else.

You thirst and hunger for a taste of your own
And never cease to seek for more interesting food
The flesh of your kin lay on your dinner plate
Your only children's blood in your wine bottles

As he hoped, the blade lodged into it's thick hide. Pulling on the Return trigger, Sono started pulling on Doragon in an attempt to drag Snarble into the trees. "Come on now, Snarby. I just need you In the Trees!" He sees Blesse run into the clearing. "Urk! Blesse. I think Sir Snarble here needs some motivation!" Sono pulls on it harder.

(Is it just me, or are these RP's slowly degrading?)

(It is not just you Lim. I'm pretty pumped, but apparently not everyone else is. ;-; I suggest more interaction between each others' characters. But people don't seem to want to explore their character as much as get into cahoots with Gwen. Not to throw sticks and stones at Thin. ;-;)

The ground below had been resonating. Even though the ears of the great serpent had been plugged, the grass had begun to shake loose and the effects having its enraging effects on the snake once more. Anguis, blinded by rage once again, struggled to keep its focus on the wavering snarble. Not wishing to risk missing its target, the ghost of the ground decided to strike.

The ground beneath the shaken beast exploded, as earth and grass flew around. Anguis sunk its fangs into the under-belly of the beast, venom shooting forth into Snarble's insides. The Dark Matter of the Snarble affected the serpent as it withdrew back into the ground, and would prove to be a burden to those in due course.

Anguis retreated back into the ground, awaiting to strike one more time once the venom had taken its toll, along with the rest of the group's efforts.

Sono managed to catch the Stagger Storm. He threw it onto Snarble, where it burst and paralyzed the great beast. "Alright you son of a b*tch!" He dug his feet into the ground and yanked on his Doragon, sending Sir Snarble into the treeline. It crashed, with trees falling over it.

Sono retracted his blade, however a loud howl filled the area. A regular Snarbolax burst into the area, strangely unharmed by the bell program. It leaped in front of Sir Snarble, seemingly protecting him, before pouncing on Sono, knocking his Doragon away. "AGH!!" The Snarbolax sinks it's teeth into his shoulder. Sono jams his Gokai into it's eyes several times before kicking it off of him.

Getting back on his feet, his left arm is limp, a deep bite where his shoulder was. Sono manages to swallow a health pill before the Snarbolax attacks again, this time going towards Xindao.

*There goes one less liability*
"Holy f*ck, my arm is dying." Sono wraps his shoulder in bandages to stop the bleeding, which actually already stopped. "I don't really see a dead body as a liability, but whatever."

The Snarbolax eats Cicero's corpse in one go before turning to Jaxter. It stares at him, seemingly wanting more.
"Jax! Got anymore corpses you can throw at it?" He sees a dead recon knight lying behind Jax. "Like that one behind ya?"

Xindao waves Freya aside, the hammer touching her and sending her propelling away.

A disgusted look remains on his face. He points his hammer at the Snarbolax. It begins to flicker. Charging at the Snarbolax, he swings his hammer, as it still charges, using its weight to pull himself into the gaping maw of the Snarbolax. Slinking down, kicking away Cicero's corpse, he charges his hammer.

"I've had enough. These people aren't thinking of the end goal. Well, this is the end goal."

Acids burns at his feet, and his health slowly decreases as his skin chars up. This is how I will rule the world. Alone and fleeting.

((Xindao proceeds to be inside Snarble's stomach))

((I think Seatus meant the regular Snarbolax, since that was the one that ate Cicero's corpse.))

Sono lifted his shield with his right arm just as the spikes came down, bouncing off the force field made from the shield. Once they exploded, he shot his Doragon at Sir Snarble again, digging it into his hide. Putting the handle in his mouth, he took out a Voltaic Tempest and threw it at Sir Snarble.

The regular Snarbolax struggled to cough up Xindao, who was now apparently in it's stomach.

((Sorry guys I had Work today :L))

The Ghost flames protecting Blesse from the rain of spikes, having turned them and their forward momentum away from her as they fell with in her range, she aimed her weapon at the only spot she could. No, I refuse to be your meal today...Is that my heart racing? In what felt like a surreal moment the Firebug could have sworn things where slowing down, perhaps it was what she read about when a warrior went into battle which could take their life. Seconds felt like minutes in this state and she could even count the number of beats in her breast. Perhaps I made a mistake or two today. But I will enjoy it none the less.

A spark flew up from the igniter of her Flame Unit.

The sound of a valve releasing the flammable liquid was crystal clear to Blesse, feeling it with every inch in traveled. It was a sad realization she started to have, even as the liquid traveled threw the air. Forgive me beast, you are strong and elegant in this your finest hour. But my spirit will shine brighter for I have people I must keep safe. The three dots on her face plate shifted to read as the Rage in Blesse's head broke and spilled over. Even as she fired her weapon her knees buckled and lurched the firebug in a dodging motion to get her clear of the charging path.

It was at this point too late to run, too late to ask for forgiveness. All the actions that where about to happen now would be absolute and for this, the only price would be that of one of the two's life. Blesse, a mentally wrecked creature of fire possessed by the spirit of fire. Sir Snarby, a creature who's hide made even the night jealous of its beauty.

Maybe, in the next life, we could have been friends. The flames traveling at the gaping maw which Blesse was trying to avoid and burn at the same time.

Xindao turns, his face scrutinized in anger rather than pain. Removing his blindfold, his blind eyes stare directly into Freya's.

The Gremlins drag the body of the Snarbolax into a manhole nearby, punching in a passcode, and entering the gaping darkness of the maintenance tunnel.

His hair and gavel change to white, his horn-crown to black. "Something to say, Freya?" he clenches his teeth, black blood dripping down his body. Vogdamn it, now I have to modify this suit. It's no longer an option not to...ah, my health is at one bar...better make this quick.

The battle goes on against Sir Snarble. It seems only Xindao and Freya are the only ones communicating. The darkening sky gives a crack in the distance, a sky only the machine could make...

"Let's try to do this quick. The machine is awakening, Freya, and no one wants to be down here when it does. We are all suffering bad casualties and I would gladly take everyone to the surface right now and I could to get us all some medical treatment, but I'm not really in control yet. We need to be swift and keen on finishing this battle. The White Council's days are over, and I would know that. Council, this, Council that, but what about what is best for all? The Council is corrupt, and only the purest should lead. That makes you and Gwen just as dangerous. Maybe it's time to face facts. Maybe it's time for a new era. Maybe we need a Justice." He frowns down at her, and helps her off the ground.

"We need life, no matter what form it is in. I want everyone safe. That includes Snarble. Do you know what must be done?"

The eerie essence continues, and the field continues to be bathed in blood. The gods behind the mischief cackle behind tree and bush and stone, snickering. This was their entertainment. But the loveliest of all had yet to come, and was just waiting for the right time. Old infidels and new heretics had nothing against the safety of isoranity, and for good reason.

They are against the gods that whirl in the nature surrounding us.

The living machine painted itself a sky. It now is waking up from it's dream. It's antibodies are awaking to kick out the virus.

We should cower in fear.

Xindao looks aside at Sono...and seeing Blesse use her power so openly almost shocked him...

Almost.

He looks back at Freya. Their responsibility was closing in. "We need to get the children out of here before they get hurt. We have a duty to cherish...and the machine may devour them.."

"Do not order me, Jaxter. I'm not allied with anyone. I'm Higher Than You." Xindao side-eyed in Jaxter's direction, grasping his blindfold tighter. "This is the division that lead to my condition. I do not appreciate it being repeated." he talked only as calmly as a snake, keeping himself from being upset. There was no color seen but red, blue, yellow, and darkness. No emotion perceived. Locked in his own limbo, forced to not see dimension or life. Only good, bad, and judgement...or lack of.

Xindao shouted, "The Gremlins dare not attack. I made a deal with them. An audience with his Highness, Tinkinzar. I gave them the live Snarbolax as a bargaining tool."

He reached for Freya, holding his hand out for allegiance. "I will Judge you, but not before you understand the wisdom of your Judge."

His hand shook perceptibly, as his eyes, lacking pupils, vibrated in worry for the sake of his plan. Blesse's fire, Jaxter's sense of authority? Vogdamn it, please let them finish it off before I come up with another plan...

The order to fall back was thought about, and ultimately Xindao agreed, but not before looking in the direction of Blesse. "Kill it," he whispered under his breath.

Anguis darted his head to the source of the shots, as they left scarce marks againts his steel-like scales. The snake was about to explain to this other being of the forest his intentions, until the bell rang. So often had this sparked a reaction of rage that the intended stun that affected lesser beasts was all but ignored.

The snake's eyes formed into thin, blood-shot slits, as he sprang forth from his coiled position, losing any form of dignity he had once held. Darting toward the attacker, Anguis closed in with open maw, hoping to either impale the intruder on his fangs, or as a secondary option, just swallow him whole entirely.

Sono's eyes opened up. "Oh, my head...." Getting to his feet, he looked around to see... nothing. He was still in the Wildwoods, but there was no one around him. When he rubbed his eyes, he saw that his hands were holographic in appearance, yet completely solid. "What the..."

"Oh good, you're awake." Sono turned to see another holographic person. This one had attachments similar in appearance to Sono's accessories. "I was wondering when you'd get up."
"Tros?" Sono grabbed his face. "Am I Dead?!"
"Yes it's me and no you're not. Get off my face." Sono let go. "This is a special place called the Astral Plane."
"The... what?" Sono was confused.

"The place where those unconscious drift to. This is your first time here, right? The Astral Plane is the alternate dimension of..." Tros looked at a paper he was holding, "our own Cradle. Basically the dimension between Cradle and the Land of the Dead slash the Underwhirled." He looked down. "And that is our portal back."

Sono glanced down to see his body, the shoulder wound almost healed. "So when others become unconscious-"
"- they come here and we can see them, as well as vice versa."
"And I can just go back anytime?"
Back to Cradle, yes. Back here, you must be unconscious. Or asleep. Like a dream world. We can actually watch what's happening in Cradle, but they appear transparent to us."
"And us invisible to them unless they can see spirits."
"Righto. Good to know you're catching on, I don't wanna explain anymore."

Looking down at the ground which had rushed up all to happy to meet her, Blesse found herself face down with pain on her front. It hurt to move for a moment as she felt her muscle had locked up from her jump, it as if her body was expecting to get eaten and prepared for the very real idea of her death. I can still breath, I still have a heart beat...

Slowly she rose to her feet. I am alive, but why am I so angry. I should be happy, I should be filled with joy. Why do I feel so Hollow!

Rasing her hands in the air Blesse dropped to her knees as she slammed the ground. In her mind she had failed, she was not able to kill the creature which had been taken off into the woods. Reaching up she slowly removed the face plate showing off the missing flesh from the right side of her mouth, the exposed teeth stung with the cool air. In her left temple a odd metal cover was exposed with wires coming out of it, almost like it was some kind of reciter lodged into her brain. Her eyes had a small black blaze burning before them, matching the same color of her hair, causing her ghostly white skin to become more olive by the light of the flames. No, I have not failed.

Leaning back Blesse let forth a breath of air which trailed from her anger deep with in turning it to dark flames. The sound of her roar, the air being burned so quickly it formed air pockets making small sonic booms causing the sound, rushed forth over the land And for the first time people could hear the mute woman's voice.

Turning to the woods Blesse pointed her right hand at it, squezzing her fingers together, and let forth a jet of ruby flames. At this point she was going to finish the mission in trusted to her, not because she was following orders, but because she had something to protect. Slowly the emerald world of the woods changed to that of chaos and red fire, giving the once peaceful world the truth of what it had become. Under Sir. Snarby's rule the woods lost there luster, becoming nothing more then a place of malice and hate. With Blesse, she used her weapon to expose that truth and make it come to life, to show Sir. Snarby the truth about what he had become.

To be his opposite and with her power, she was going to make that beast understand what it had become. Even if it meant killing it in the process.

Jaxter swore as he watched the forest drown in flame. Fire poured out of Blesse's fingertips like water from fountains. Freya was in front of him, screaming vulgarities at him.

I love my team... He thought. Well! Hero time is over!

He drank his bottle till it was empty and dry. He hefted it in his hand.

C'mon...let's see if we can jam this little firebug's flamethrower...

Time slowed down, and Jaxter saw the flames burst forward in slow motion. Sir Snarble roared slowly, and the blaze danced around him like it was trapped in jelly. He carefully aimed the bottle, and threw it.

Xindao began trembling. It all had happened so fast. Heat, all around him. Smothering his light. Drowning his darkness. The flames began burning higher, and the forest turned itself into a Firestorm, a whirling vortex of inferno. His eyes could not see the sanctity of blood. He could not sense the safety of flesh. This was not natural. This was not okay. Elements. Vogdamn it. There is a spectrum. Poison, Curse, and Sleep. Fire, Shock, and Freeze. Curse and Fire are the two most-powerful. Or the most unstable. Stuns are neutral. The rest are employed only by biological elements. Curse, and Fire.

Curse.

And.

Fire.

The two sides are usually balanced within...but...now one has blinded all. Just as it has always been.

Silence.

The hammer that had still been flickering from threatening Freya rose. It struck down with an awful force. A wave of energy blasts from the ground, filling the burning air with a chill of wrath.

A blazing white and ominous dark shadow appeared by Xindao in the chaos. "Soul, and Heart." he whispered harshly. They expanded, and he lifted his white hammer, as it became half-black, and half-white. It expanded into a long staff, a mace on either end, one black, and one white. Embers fell, but they dared not touch his now divided hair of black and white. He ran out, swinging his new staff angrily.

He jumped in the air, a warrior of right and wrong. One who could understand morality in it's entirety. One who had been mistreated as a father, and son of none. The one who divides.

And he was flying down with a dual-sided mace-staff, ready to either kill or paralyze.

Keeping her eyes closed Blesse moved with the life of the flames which surrounded her. The Goal at this point was not to attack the fakes, yes they where real enough but the threat came from the original not the clones. With a simple walk forwards she let three of the claws hit her back, yet she did not bend, it was not her muscles that saved her, but her ability to endure. For her friends she was able to endore pain that seemed to stem from the enemy at hand. Turning her head she opened her left eye, a small trickal of blood game from the hole in her head for a moment as she seemed to be still. "I am jealous of you. Because of my jealousy I will show you my beauty and out shine you." It was a fine moment as she saw the Original dip into the ground.

With a hand reaching up and taking hold of the soft fur Blesse quickly grappled herself onto the side of the clone and closed her eyes, letting the fire tell her what was going on. She was even able to see the judge and the Queen fighting but that was not her battle.

The smell of crimson blood faded into the air. From the hole in Blesse's head a new line of blood game, not heavy but not just a drop. "Let me embrace you with my head."

At once her body was set on fire with a Flame burning clear hot. (Hottest fire can ever be.) Once she had done so she jumped off the creature hoping her flames had sunk into it. Of course at this point her aura was no longer to the human eye. The true color of fire could never be seen, but one could tell the heat coming off her body was enough to cook some one alive. "It took years to be able to do this. All that time alone in the deep depths of this world showed me how to be safe. Now, I will show no restrant."

"Do you understand what I am saying noble beast? Tonight you fight some one that is your equal. Her hope was more of some kind of anger or arousal by calling into question Snarble's vanity, yet she complimented him at the same time.