Two Security officer was passing through Kurin's sector. Everything seemed normal. There was moderate security as nothing strange had been reported. As they passed the access hatch, they discovered it rend open. "What did this?" The first asked. "There was a report of a brood of arachnids earlier. Maybe one survived?" "No bug did this. Call it i..." *thunk* The officer never finished. A large purple tendrel had pierced his chest. Behind him, three glowing red eyes hungrily took in the second officer. "AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" This would be heard from Kurin's quarters. The Khymerae continued on, the sent it hunted was close. OOC: it's after you!
White Mime unleashed a wall of thick white mist. The shuriken rounds lost inside, only the sounds of breaking crystal could be heard before falling to the ground. Cut the same as before. The wall of mist then exploded, filling the corridor with a mild haze. In that moment, White Mime struck. Silently going for Dunvel's throat. This was stopped by his unsheathed weapon now covering him in black mist. Sensing danger. He jumped back, then pulled from his long sleave a number of small colored orbs. He threw one at Dunvel, following with two more. The first would miss, causing a small explosion but nothing threatening. The other two went right for Dunvel. The White mask's frown momentarily turning into a smile. Dunvel would start to feel strange, maybe those colorful balls were more than explosives? Spoiler http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Hallucinogen_grenade
DalRan readied his pistol once more and fired at the horde of the phantoms, the ones he could hit were at least being deterred, but he did not know if he was even hurting them. "By Khaine! die already!" he shouted. The first ammunition core was depleted, and he loaded the other...this time he was more conservative with the bursts of fire, and the things were being pushed back, but still there. "We can't hold much longer, let's get out of here!"
The Death Jester simply remain stoic and unmoving. Suddenly, he raised his larg weapon and fired at one of the quarter doors. What was produced should have cause it to crumble, instead lines of a protection enchantment revealed the hallway undamaged. "We are not here to harm you, inside you are safe. Those are the rules. As for your questions, you may call me Black Skull. As for the where and why, I won't help you. But if you wish to learn another lesson, boy, I'm ready to accept your challenge again." While the years had been long, his costumed appearance altered signifigantly, this was indeed the same Harlequin Etrigen faced all those years ago. His bodly language not giving him away. Black Skull would have preferred to face Dunvel, but his cusiosity for meeting his old acquaintance in battle once more was too great. "Still chasing that applause addicted sociopath?"
OOC: Only those with armour which seals them from the local environment are unaffected by hallucinogenic gas. Lucky me. Go helms! Dunvel parryed the blade. While smoke usually proved to be deadly cover, it also instantly revealed your form if you would move to fast. Either the Mask(I will call him that) was not used to this form of combat or its hubris had made him blind. Dunvel already began charging at the thing when he had taken 'cover' in the smoke. While it did momentarily make him disappear again, the tossing of orbs revealed his position. Out of the three, one had missed, the other had been cut in half and left in two. The last one hit Dunvel directly in the center of his ghostly form. The explosion of the grenade was little and had blown some of the Black fog that hid Dunvel. Dunvel's body could now be clearly seen as he sent a horizontal swipe at the Smiling Mask.
Kurin notices the screams, though she don't allow herself to panic. She sits down on the floor, calmly breathing in and out. Her mind completely calm. She mumbles as she slowly uses her mind to lift some of the things around her. Amongst that a very fine ornament spear. She nods faintly as she slowly lets the things sink back onto their places
DalRan quickened his pace of walking away from the phantoms, but a few of them seemed to go away, and the rest soon followed...he looked at the security detail, they were all exhausted and shaking from the fight. His weapon was half empty, it was a rare occurrence for shuriken weapons to be depleted of ammunition so quickly...he slumped against a wall, "Why did they run? Why did they not finish us?" he said out loud to no one in particular.
- Etrigen Shocked by the Harlequin Black Skull's actions, Etrigen prepared to strike him down for attacking innocents. To his surprise the walls held strong against the attack. It was both a demonstration and a threat. 'He won't hold back. Good.' Etrigen smiled to himself. This Clown was just full of surprises. "So you claim we've fought before, that was a long time ago. If you're referring to my ex, then no. Now quit stalling and tell me who you are in the language of combat!" With that, Etrigen brought up his shield to defend his body. His spear was raised in a javelin pose. Etrigen's mind goes into combat mode, sound fades and he saw only his opponent. Nothing else mattered, except victory. 'He'll fire from his position, my shield will defend. Before firing again, I'll throw my spear. He will block this, but in that time I will have closed the distance between us. Next comes down to skill and timing. May my aim to true.' Finishing is thoughts he charged. After throwing his spear, Etrigen would unsheath his short sword.
