Calypsa channeled banishment from her power baton. Sending a shade back to the abyss while still in shadow form upon the floor in front of her. "Do not yeild! The cabins are protected, but critial systems are still exposed. We will not allow these specters to go any further! Focus on heaven craft! Banish them!" A number of officers more proficient with their abilities pulled forth a medium device to focus spells. In there case, an issued solid wraithbone caster-pistol. Use to subdue more "uncooperative" seers during the storm. A single guard had fallen, shivering from the astral specters feeding enough times upon his soul. His caster easily avalible to DalRan. 'Take it, you'll need it.' A voice in the back of his mind whispered. The all white Harlequin, "Mask," seemed to completely vanish within his unnatural mist. It contrasted with with Dunvel's black fog. However, Dunvel's skill and helmet proved the Mime's overconfidence. His hallucinogen grenade having no effect. The Mime's face turned back to a hopeless frown... Then turning right back. Dunvel's blade was met with a metal claw. Catching the blade before contact, the sparks revealing a runed dark blue metal. Starmetal, no breaking that... Wham! The Mime delivered a left hook into Dunvel's helmeted face. A harder hit than the mime's thin form would have you believe possible. As Dunvel was forced back, he attempted to ready his sword to retaliate. He would find it entagled in the thine wires from before. Taking a firm grip, the Mime attempted to steal the weapon away. Pulling him closer, he prepared another volley of exploding juggling balls. The Khymerae had found the sent, a door impeding its way to the sent. Loud scraping sounds could be heard throughout the hall. Its large talons trying to force its way in. The beast's attempts to pierce the wards proving unfruitful. Not deterred, it unleashed a soul curdling roar. View: http://youtu.be/iXKKvgg-L6g Various sensitives in the hall would feel this, an overwhelming sense of a predator hungry for blood. At the far end of the hall, Gold Trouper made a guest appearance... Again without permission. "I see you've found your defense, might have helped last time." Black Skull fired his weapon as predicted, however the force of the shell was stronger than Etrigen anticipated. Haulting his advance. "I told you. Return to your..." Fwoosh! Narrowly avoiding the thrown spear, literally a hairs breath from impaled. Etrigen closing the distance, his sword at the ready. Black Skull uses hidden step, he closed the distance between them without appearing to have moved. His Shuriken Shrieker Cannon brought down hard on Etrigen's blade and shield. The mounted cyth blade inches from his face. "... And you won't be harmed... Much." OOC: mega post is mega! Thought the audio would be fun. Goodnight! Edited
Kurin takes a deep breath. She don't move an inch and keeps calm. Her mind focused to the extreme, clearly waiting and making sure the storm don't affect her. Her room feels strange, like if the air itself is thick as soup. She takes another deep breath, her golden claws resting together.
DalRan slowly got up and took the caster into his hands, and began to fire it at the specters, with good effect. He was able to take one down after getting a good hit on it, and continued, but the damn things were tough to hit, regardless, he got a few more, halving their numbers. DalRan wasn't joyed to watch them "die" though, he was still afraid...unnerved by them...and his face showed it, completely white and with an expression of disbelief and terror. Then one caught him in the arm, it came from the side he was not watching for a brief moment, he looked and saw the thing there, slowly sucking his very being away from him, he was in too much stress to react, and watched it helplessly.
- Etrigen "I hoped you'd do that!" Focusing on his shield, Etrigen pushed the Cannon off him. Black Skull didn't let go of his weapon. It left him open to Etrigen's next swing. He was met with thick armor, 'How does he move so fast with that?' Etrigen thought, preparing for the next attack. "If you won't answer my questions, why don't we make a wager? If I defeat you, you'll answer my questions. If I lose, my life is yours to determine." Etrigen finished this by parrying the cythblade bayonet. Moving to the Death Jester's other side. Closer to his spear.
'I see you.' An echoing voice projected. Appearing before Kurin, an image of Nito the Harlequin. Bowing in his usual flamboyant manner. 'I feel your probings, yet your reservation keep you here. Why? Do you not already know what is happening? Surely you desire to act?' The warp beast continued to lash at the door. It's roars continuing to defen the hall. The Gold Trouper brought fourth a small piece of cloth. Appearing to have been torn from a small shirt. The Khymerae stiffened at the new sent. Taking in deep hissing breaths.
The Astral Specter gripping DalRan's arm was a nasty one. Larger and with a functioning bloodshot eye. Rather than going back into the shadows, it clung with feral determination. Soon!soon!soon!soon! A faint echo seemed to be directing their efforts. Two more of the Security Officers had fallen. Leaving Calypsa and one other officer. They seemed the most efficient with casting. However, it only seemed to attract more. Perhaps taking out this larger one would break up the rilled up warp vermin? 'You stayed to fight for a reason didn't you? Are you going to continue to he afraid of the dark, like back in the slums? Or will you face what's in front of you, like those who keep fighting?' The Astral specter's claws started to leave physical scars, burns upon DalRan's arm. It was taking on a solid form. A sign of feeding and a vulnerability.
DalRan was going to die, afraid and pathetic. He moved and aimed his caster as best he could and fired a shot off desperately, and it missed, but it brought a moments distraction and he fired at the specter, getting free of its grip. He jumped away from the thing and fired at it as quickly as he could, dealing very great damage to it. The specter faded back into a shadow and melted into the light...perhaps it died? The other specters became disheartened somehow and ran off.
"Interesting proposal, I accept. Know that you've just made a deal with death. You won't live to regret it." Meeting Etrigen's attack, Black Skull swung his weapon hard. Etrigen would avoid this. The scythe embeds in the floor, and then fires the Shuriken Shrieker Cannon. The impact forces Etrigen back, giving Black Skull time to cut him off. Using the hidden step technique once more, he catches Etrigen before he can reach his spear. Letting go of his weapon, holding it one handed now, he closes his free hand around Etrigen's throat. Not stopping, the Death Jester slams his opponent into the wall behind him. The protection barrier igniting as his body violently meets it. "Still impatient. *Wham* Still a glutton for pain *Wham* and still weak." *Wham* Black Skull took to slamming Etrigen into the wall again and again. Chocking him as he does so. Yet Etrigen continued to glare back into the Harlequin's masked face defiantly. "Those are the eyes I've missed. What will you do now? Fall, and this can all be a bad dream. You'll wake up in your room, just another failure to add to the list."
Kurin looks at the man, calmly but still with a clear voice she speaks "Of course I know what is happening. but me rushing out there won't help. I am vunerable during this storm and me running out there would just make it worse... for all of us"
- Etrigen Etrigen took the Death Jester's attacks and issults. Closing his eyes slowely, the Jester's confidence loosening his grip. That was his second mistake. Eyed opened wide, Etrigen drove his short sword into Black Skull's side. Finding purchase between his armored costume. Slamming Etrigen once more into the wall, he let's go and tries to dislodge the sword without dropping his heavy weapon. "You talk of the past and my failures, but let me tell you of my victories." Etrigen delivers a gauntleted right hook to the Black Skull mask, then follows with a left shield swipe to the chest. "I've raised two beautiful children. I've learned what true happiness means from them. I have hope for a future where our people can live happy again. And I will not let you take that away from anyone!" Etrigen continued with a barrage of jabs and shield strikes, keeping the Harequin off balance. He tried to raise his weapon to fire, but was encumbered by it instead. Giving Etrigen time to retrieve his spear. Using it, he trips Black Skull. His heavy armor and weapon proving his down fall, figuratively and literally. Etrigen stood over Black Skull, shield abandoned, spear At the ready and pointed at the Harlequin's throat. "Do you yeild? Unlike you, I have lost the taste for bring death to my people. While you are my opponent, you are not my enemy. Now, uphold the wager and tell me why you've take Zamehir and where I can find him?" Etrigen was bruised and bloodied, but smiled in warm fatherly way. Proud of the reason's and people he had to fight for.
