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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDiJAjpO_Ck

 

{Alexi}

Alexi Strannov watched the rain pelt one of the windows in his office. That was the thing about this world. It was always dark and overcast, raining half the time. Alexi found it strangely comforting. He got up from his chair and walked over to the window to look out over the city scape around him. As far as he had searched, the whole world seemed to be a city, but hadn't searched too far. Creatures lurked out there, but there were a couple of city blocks that they stayed away from. Alexi couldn't think of a better place to direct the Decolor from.

A beep from a clock on his desk told him that one of his teams were starting a mission now. Silently, he wished them luck, then turned to leave his office. It was time to check on some of the others.

 

{The Ulthor}

The 4 man assassin team known as the Ulthor appeared in a secret area in the back alley ways of Twilight Town. The leader of the team, Thet, went to the shrouded entrance of the entry point, checking for anything suspicious.

"Clear." she informed the others in an even tone.

"What, you expected something?" Alph, the teams gunslinger/marksmen, asked sourly. "For the love of the Witch, we were told it was clear."

Thet gave Alph a look that could keep ice cream from melting.

"If you want to die so badly, fine." she said coldly. "But you are not taking the rest of us with you."

Rho, the youngest member of the team, cleared his throat, hoping to divert the argument he saw coming.

"Always best to check." he said, managing a smile. "Remember what happened in Port Royal."

An audible sigh came from the final member of the Ulthor, the assassin Cron.

"Don't get my hopes up, sunshine." She said wistfully. "At least that was fun."

"You can worry about fun later." Thet said, regarding her team. "Now, we have a job."

Though he looked annoyed by Thet, Alph brightened up as the mention of the job.

"And you don't worry about the job, Thet." he said, waving a brief case he held absently. "That wielder will be smoldering in Hades before he knows what hit him."

Thet nodded.

"We all know the plan." she said. "Let's begin. Move out."

In single file, the Ulthor exited the Entry Point, using the alleys to navigate through Twilight Town.

 

{Lunaris and Hotaru}After a few minutes of watching the fight, Hotaru shook his head."I have to say this mission is a mess." He said flatly. "Team Ulthor is barely managing to keep the civilians safe from the fight between the winged annoyance and that guy."After listening to his partner Lunaris stopped shooting and looked at him."Hotaru, Hotaru, Hotaru...This is far greater than those two, or any Wielder that we can dispose of."As Hotaru continued to watch the fight, Luna looked at her wrist watch before looking at the sky."Things are getting out of control. Perhaps an evacuation would be the wisest move."The blond girl once again pointed her sniper rifle at the Wielders in the crowd to help the surviving civilians reach safety.

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by Elrandir

(I just figure it might be good to end 5 he fight so crowd control can ensue and we get the RP moving and not in an endless loop...)

Not every battle has to end with you winning. You do know there's something called a stalemate right? End the battle that way because it's unfair that Zion is getting beaten so early in the RP...

 

Lyra contented to run through the town, but was stopped short when she accidentally tackled into Commander Snider. She sighed, and stood up after falling down with the man. "Sorry..." she muttered, rubbing her head.

As Snider continued to blaze a path on his keycycle to where he remembered the glass statue was, the commander was shocked to see a wall of civilians running towards him. Knowing that dodging every single civilian was impossible to do while riding a vehicle, he promptly stopped the keycycle and slapped the center of the handlebars, desummoning his weapon and vehicle. As the wave of civilians engulfed him and while he was slowly making his way towards his objective, he slowly realized that his actions was also effectively hiding his ability to wield the keyblade. A smile formed on his face as he continued running through the crowd, firmly push away anyone directly running toward him and periodically yelling at them, telling everyone to "Evacuate the town and get to the safe point! Follow the soldiers and the gliders! They'll lead you to safety!"

 

He remembered one of the Sergeants telling stories of assassins who specifically targeted wielders, and suddenly he was thankful for not only calling away his weapon, but also for forgetting to summon in his keyblade armor. His ornate officer uniform with his arrow rifle slung across his back was more than enough to gain some sense of authority for the crowd, something that the keyblade armor would have never done had he wore it while addressing them. It didn't take long for the commander to make his way through the first wave, after which there were the stragglers who didn't give him much trouble as he continued running towards the location of the glass statue that stood in the middle of Twilight Town.

 

As he breathed a sigh of relief, a girl ran squarely into him, knocking him flat onto his back. Miraculously, his officer cap was still securely attached to his head, and as he recovered from the fall, the girl was kind enough to apologize. "Sorry..." she muttered, but the commander was already back up and running. Before being out of earshot, the commander managed to turn his head around and address the girl. "Get out of here while you can! You're in danger! Follow the Gliders overhead! They'll lead you to safety!"

 

It wasn't long before he reached ground zero of the crisis, where not only did he see fighting between an armored being and a boy who looked too full of himself, but his soldiers beating on, and then quickly kicking down doors of nearby various building as they tried their damned best to save lives, whether the tenants liked it or not. Seeing the boys in action, the commander was quick to jump in and help, running to the nearest squad and telling the civilians of the situation before pointing them to safety...

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by Javelin434

Dawn blushes as she takes Rho's hand, and get's up. She is grateful to see him help her. It makes her feel safe, knowing that she has a friend. She is also blushing because of the fact that Rho was shoved into her. Dawn smiles at Rho as she looks on at him while still blushing. "T-thank you... The crowd almost knocked me down... Thank you for helping me up..." Said Dawn, talking to Rho.

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by Tom13

Not every battle has to end with you winning. You do know there's something called a stalemate right? End the battle that way because it's unfair that Zion is getting beaten so early in the RP... [adding my post to RP here in future edit.]

(I highly doubt either of us would allow stalemate, and this gives Zion a huge motivation to fight and beat Derik the next time she see's him. And more or less, she didn't loose the fight per se, she lost the game they played, truth be told.)

(NO. Get them ONBOARD Yggdrasil. The Yggdrasil is Sarah's frigate aka my ship)

 

(I'm play the ships AI. It is holding position above the Plaza, waiting word from Zion's character, Sarah.)

 

(Got it. It's showtime)

 

After hearing Zion's request, I was able to confirm that my life is now changing to a different direction. I've been trapped on this world for quite a while, and the first step to destroying the current generation of Wielders, is to jump into another world. I took her request to heart.

 

"All right! Time for some driving music. One Step Closer!" I yelled.

 

 

 

"Ship has gotten real now." I grinned Intro of the song pumped through my head (He didn't say ship).

 

I floated out of the alley and made my way to where Zion's friend's are located. I'm not much of a people person, but I hope I don't push wrong buttons considering that these are ladies, and I wonder if looks could kill. I floated towards them.

 

"Hey you guys!" I yelled. Catching the pink haired one's attention, she pointed her gun at me. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa! You don't have to shoot me; I'm not an enemy." Damn woman. Is she crazy or something?

"Who the hell are you?" She asked.

"Let's just say an acquaintance. Zion told me to get you and your friend onboard of the Yggdrasil right now." I said.

"How you know her? What's your relationship to her?" 

What the hell? "Ummm..... You won't believe me, but I can read and invade minds, long story short, I contacted her. She told me through telepathy to get you guys on board now." I responded.

The pink haired woman looks at her friend and was gonna respond, but the man started his enchantments, and I had no time to waste.  I grab both woman and floated them away to safety before the enchantments were complete, leaving some sort of barrier that would kill bystanders if things don't go correctly.

 

(was that good Oathkeeper? I need Sarah to respond to my character)

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by Xamtweth-ReMIXed

While all was chaos around the city, Le Chef was doing the only sensible thing anyone had yet to do: he was enjoying a delicious cup of coffee. Indeed, he had made something of a habit out of it during hectic, extraordinarily violent street fights. Since the possibility of death was constant, one might as well die while drinking a delicious cup of coffee.

 

Thus is was that Le Chef sauntered down the sidewalks of Twilight Town, doing his best to ignore, and be ignored, by the increase in the fighting. Frankly, he couldn't figure out what the Dark Keyblade wielders would want bad enough to stop by the place. Le Chef himself had considered taking advantage of the confusion to try and get some looting in, but really, there wasn't a ton to loot. Unless you had a thing for sparkly trophies, but stealing the Four Crystal Trophy was a bit low, even for him. 

 

Content to limit his victories for the day to a coup in the ice cream market, Le Chef soon found his mood to become more grumpy as he found the going to get rougher down the street. Now that more people had the sense to try and evacuate, the roads were starting to get more clogged with foot traffic. Shaking his head, Le Chef tried to keep his distance as much as he could from the main body: one stray spell and poof! The entire crowd would go up in flames, and with it, all of Chef's hopes for trying to mix raisins and chocolate into muffins (natural enemies? Nay! Merely friends that had not met yet!). As such, taking another big sip of his coffee, Chef backed away a step and turned, hoping to find a more prudent way out of town.

 

Whereupon he was not only bumped into by a large man in a stereotypical "Don't-look-at-me" out fit, but his coffee cup exploded in a hot, deliciously brewed mess as a sniper bullet deflected off of it!

 

Trying to get over the devastating loss of a particularly good brew (the aftertaste, it should be noted, was almost minimal, leaving the drinker more refreshed), Chef immediately grabbed the stunned, larger man, and dropping down to one knee, wheeled the stranger in front of him, facing towards the direction of the bullet and acting as the perfect meat shield.

 

Although, actually, the perfect meat shield would be a frozen cow carcass, but he didn't have one of those right now. And it would be a waste of beef.

(I highly doubt either of us would allow stalemate, and this gives Zion a huge motivation to fight and beat Derik the next time she see's him. And more or less, she didn't loose the fight per se, she lost the game they played, truth be told.)

(I would have loved a stalemate. But no, you refused to even get HIT. And huge motivation? Huge demotivation. First fight in two hundred years at her second most powerful form? She'd lose all hope and just suicide run next time and die. Your guy leaves saying he barely fought while she fought at nearly fullnpotential? Thats not anything less then bullshit.

 

I'd prefer a stalemate, but it seems youd prefer to beat everyone no matter hownpowerful without even a single bruise or even getting hit or grabbed.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please. Due to the recent squabble between Oathkeeper and Crona, I am implementing a new rule. If any argument over a fight that lasts longer then half a page (10 posts) without an agreement being reached between the players involved, then I will take action to separate the two combatants. I will try to do so while remaining respectful of your characters, but if I post they were split up, they will split up.Oathkeeper and Crona, your characters are not the biggest fish in this pond. *gives Le Chef a meaningful look' then back to Oath & Crona* your characters are going to lose fights. Be respectful of your opponents abilities and exercise some give-and-take. If you want the game to last, you have to work with each other and other players.Thank you all for your attention.]

(I would have loved a stalemate. But no, you refused to even get HIT. And huge motivation? Huge demotivation. First fight in two hundred years at her second most powerful form? She'd lose all hope and just suicide run next time and die. Your guy leaves saying he barely fought while she fought at nearly fullnpotential? Thats not anything less then bullshit. I'd prefer a stalemate, but it seems youd prefer to beat everyone no matter hownpowerful without even a single bruise or even getting hit or grabbed.)

(Normal Derik (one I normally use) wouldn't have survived the first attack, to be truthful, and the one I use now is after a major timeskip, so he's gotten way too powerful. Although just assuming your three attacks would have been dodged wasn't the best idea. I lined up Brooklyn and Sandrew so you could get in a few hits on himAlso, if that's all it really takes to knock out Zion, just the fact she wasn't strong enough at that moment, then well... I can't really say anything about that. Especially considering it's merely teasing. I was going to wait for your next IC post to show Derik had been wounded from your last attacks (I mean, armor only prevents so much damage, the strikes of that nature would obviously bruise him or damage bone at minimal damage) and that he had actually used more power than he wanted to. Grey Reign is his last ditch effort ability, he didn't have to use it, but he wanted the fight over quickly so he didn't have to worry about running out of said power. He then has motivation to fight harder next time and toy around less.)

[Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please. Due to the recent squabble between Oathkeeper and Crona, I am implementing a new rule. If any argument over a fight that lasts longer then half a page (10 posts) without an agreement being reached between the players involved, then I will take action to separate the two combatants. I will try to do so while remaining respectful of your characters, but if I post they were split up, they will split up.Oathkeeper and Crona, your characters are not the biggest fish in this pond. *gives Le Chef a meaningful look' then back to Oath & Crona* your characters are going to lose fights. Be respectful of your opponents abilities and exercise some give-and-take. If you want the game to last, you have to work with each other and other players.Thank you all for your attention.]

(Got it.)

(Got it.)

(Good. So now is an excellent time for you to take what I said to heart and agree to the stalemate. This is e beginning of the rp, Crona. Dial it back.)

Penny

"All right, if you insist." Penny said, and gave Brooklyn the mega potion, "Here, this should help speed things along." Penny then hesitantly moved away from Brooklyn and picked up Sandrew. The boy was heavy, but fortunately Penny was stronger than she looked. She looked around for Braxen, but couldn't see him, [probably somewhere in the thick of the fight, as usual,] she thought, and walked away from the plaza, looking for a safe place to put the boy down.

(Good. So now is an excellent time for you to take what I said to heart and agree to the stalemate. This is e beginning of the rp, Crona. Dial it back.)

(On a moral level, Derik lost the fight. He technically never had to actually use Grey Reign on just a single person before, his compitence in battle has been chalanged, mentally, Derik lost the match, and on that I concede, but in that Derik wins the phisical match. If we edit it to a draw in real time we would have to edit a ton of people's posts. In one view, it's Derik's win, because he got the winning blow in the battle, but in another, this questions his strength and his charater, because he allowed himself to make such foolish mistakes, and even is actually hurt from the battle and if anything worse than Zion. Though the armor was pierced, a throwing pick is like two inches long normally at max, and he only really hit her with a punch, a throw, and a minor stab that is more like a pinprick than anything. Derik got two bullet-sized brushes on his back, brushing on his arms, and a brushed ego to boot. I feel more or less like I loose the fight(I do plan accordingly for events. I don't do things without some form of logic, why do you think I had Derik leave instead of play another game) if anything, but if we seriously need to retcon, everyone really will need to, considering a lot of posts a dressed the battle's outcome )

but if we seriously need to retcon, everyone really will need to, considering a lot of posts a dressed the battle's outcome )

No, most just addressed that 'they say two people fighting'.

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by Javelin434

(On a moral level, Derik lost the fight. He technically never had to actually use Grey Reign on just a single person before, his compitence in battle has been chalanged, mentally, Derik lost the match, and on that I concede, but in that Derik wins the phisical match. If we edit it to a draw in real time we would have to edit a ton of people's posts. In one view, it's Derik's win, because he got the winning blow in the battle, but in another, this questions his strength and his charater, because he allowed himself to make such foolish mistakes, and even is actually hurt from the battle and if anything worse than Zion. Though the armor was pierced, a throwing pick is like two inches long normally at max, and he only really hit her with a punch, a throw, and a minor stab that is more like a pinprick than anything. Derik got two bullet-sized brushes on his back, brushing on his arms, and a brushed ego to boot. I feel more or less like I loose the fight(I do plan accordingly for events. I don't do things without some form of logic, why do you think I had Derik leave instead of play another game) if anything, but if we seriously need to retcon, everyone really will need to, considering a lot of posts a dressed the battle's outcome )

No, most just addressed that 'they say two people fighting'.

(Or even simpler, Derik walks away with worse wounds. You don't have to edit a post, but Derik will spend a reasonable amount of time recovering. Zion, likewise, will need to recover.)

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by rikunobodyxiii

(Or even simpler, Derik walks away with worse wounds. You don't have to edit a post, but Derik will spend a reasonable amount of time recovering. Zion, likewise, will need to recover.)

(Y'know, I guess I could have his right arm broken or something, but there really isn't much worse I can do. Personally, I wanted to keep Grey unused until the final acts, but gigantic laser beam's make me jumpy, and Derik is kinda like my a vara in this, and I kinda went nuts with that. Although, oath busting out his second best form isn't the nicest thing, either. Oh, well. How do you suppose we go about this?

(Y'know, I guess I could have his right arm broken or something, but there really isn't much worse I can do. Personally, I wanted to keep Grey unused until the final acts, but gigantic laser beam's make me jumpy, and Derik is kinda like my a vara in this, and I kinda went nuts with that. Although, oath busting out his second best form isn't the nicest thing, either. Oh, well. How do you suppose we go about this?

(If Oath can agree to what has already been said, then you two are clear to proceed. If not, then realize that you are both over the half a page limit.)EDIT:(A grace period of a few more posts will be extended, since this is a new rule.)

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by rikunobodyxiii

(Y'know, I guess I could have his right arm broken or something, but there really isn't much worse I can do. Personally, I wanted to keep Grey unused until the final acts, but gigantic laser beam's make me jumpy, and Derik is kinda like my a vara in this, and I kinda went nuts with that. Although, oath busting out his second best form isn't the nicest thing, either. Oh, well. How do you suppose we go about this?

(You could give Derik injuries instead of painting him as an invincible dude for starters. That alone would signify a stalemate and finally end this BS.)

Friendly reminder: Zion goes crazy when Luna gets hurt...

(You could give Derik injuries instead of painting him as an invincible dude for starters. That alone would signify a stalemate and finally end this BS.)

Friendly reminder: Zion goes crazy when Luna gets hurt...

(Don't worry, my character moved Zion friend's to safety, I'm simply waiting for Oathkeeper to write up Sarah's perspective. (I have a feeling Sarah will try to kill my character)).

(You could give Derik injuries instead of painting him as an invincible dude for starters. That alone would signify a stalemate and finally end this BS.)Friendly reminder: Zion goes crazy when Luna gets hurt...

(Have you ever known me to reveal everything at one given moment? Do you think something like that wouldn't cause injury? Have you known me to not be logical about how things work in the world? I'm not an idiot, but I'm also not just going to throw everything to the direct window? No plot twists, no secrets, no fun on my part.)

(If Oath can agree to what has already been said, then you two are clear to proceed. If not, then realize that you are both over the half a page limit.)

(They're already seperated. I teleported Derik away after the loss so he could treat his wounds and collect thoughts. The battle is over, and they're not interacting. At this point, it's just the fact that on the surface Zion seems to have lost and my charater seems invincible, however, I don't think everyone wants to say everything that happened in one exact moment. I mean, you and Yuffie had it so that we were to tell you secrets we planned of charater's ahead of time, so we all know not everything comes out at one exact moment or another. I mean, I sure as hell didn't plan for oath to go to near peak with Zion in the first goddamn battle of the RP, but he did, didn't he? We all have things up our sleeves)

(Don't worry, my character moved Zion friend's to safety, I'm simply waiting for Oathkeeper to write up Sarah's perspective. (I have a feeling Sarah will try to kill my character)).

(And we'll Derik is gone.)

(They're already seperated. I teleported Derik away after the loss so he could treat his wounds and collect thoughts. The battle is over, and they're not interacting. At this point, it's just the fact that on the surface Zion seems to have lost and my charater seems invincible, however, I don't think everyone wants to say everything that happened in one exact moment. I mean, you and Yuffie had it so that we were to tell you secrets we planned of charater's ahead of time, so we all know not everything comes out at one exact moment or another. I mean, I sure as hell didn't plan for oath to go to near peak with Zion in the first goddamn battle of the RP, but he did, didn't he? We all have things up our sleeves)

(Your objection has been noted.)

Fists slid into deep pockets, the nails chewed short and rough on both hands. The man shifted his shoulders uncomfortably under his coat; as hot as it might be, it was very rare he took it off. His dark brown eyes scaled buildings, intrigued by the orange stucco that surrounded him at every turn, accented by yellowing bricks and bronze cobblestones in the street. It was almost as though the town wanted its citizens to feel as though they lived on the everlasting sunset strode on across the sky around their heads, not a care in the world as to what they were doing or who they might really be. It brought a smirk to his lips under the hood, going so far as to make him chuckle darkly as he found himself staring into a little corner cafe, the people lounging inside making him cock his head to the side, the irony lost on everyone but him. Did they even know... Did they even care that they might be empty shells, simply drifting through space? The bell clanged over his head as the door gave way to his grip.

 

A whistle rang through the streets, slipping in just as the door hissed shut behind him, making the man in his long white coat turn his head. "A train..." His eyes followed the billowing purple steam as it swirled up behind the buildings that lined the market row. As it slid into the station, he'd turned around, his fingers scooping up a half a sandwich before anyone could say otherwise, forcing it beneath the lip of the hood with ravenous hunger, his bare fingers shredding the bread as he tore into it with his teeth. The man in white turned again, flicking crumbs off the intricate designs that marked his arms, his hood perking back up as he watched the station once more. The thief watched for a few moments, his crumb-covered lips pursed in disappointment.

 

His footsteps echoed in the silent cafe, the other patrons staring down this oddly dressed person, the shouts of the man behind the counter falling on uncaring ears. Another worker wearing grimy apron, carving knife in hand, jumped in front of the hooded figure, standing taller than the hooded man would care to admit. His eyes narrowed as he peered up at the man, the shadow of his hood hiding him from sight. "What a terrible affectation..." he grumbled, earning a startled look from the other occupants in the room. "Eating. Such a bother. I can never make it go fast or easy enough for my liking..." His hood cocked to the side as he explained, the smirk under his hood expanding into an almost Cheshire grin, its white shine visible even in the shadows. His left hand was around the neck of poor worker in front of him like a python around a mouse, squeezing until his face turned blue, feet swinging hard, catching blows that seemed to have no effect, until one caught the side of his head, merely pushing the hood back off his face, revealing only spiky brown hair as he grinned maniacally up at his quarry. "Though... Fresh meat always helps."

The shop was silent by the time the hooded man walked out, dusting off the arms of his coat once more. A lot of work had gone into it, best care ought to be applied. He was about to turn a corner, the sound of flames turning wood to charcoal snapping out behind him, when a boom, followed by pulsing waves of energy and, his favorite, screaming. Bone-chilling, terrified, panic-driven screams from those too weak to be anything but casualties. It was just enough to make sparks start flying errantly from his fingertips. "Barca..."

 

 

The word made him blink, turning in place to see another person a head taller than he was, arms tucked uncomfortably across his chest as the shadowy eyes stared him down. It didn't take any further words for the argument they were having. The spiky haired man glared back for a moment, before flicking off hood and sighing. "Jeez, you guys are such buzzkills." Folding his own arms across his cloaked chest, he turned to look up the side of the clocktower to where the explosions and sounds of battle echoing down the sides of the stone buildings to their location. Watching, they stood side by side in motionless for several terse minutes. "So what?" Barca suddenly flung his hands up in exasperation at the kid. "We just sit here and let them all run away? There could still be terrorists up there, you know!"

 

The boy's head tilted back, peering up at the road that was now swarming with fleeing souls. "We'll go..." he murmured, stepping up to pass the man in white and make his long way around to the scene of the fighting. He paused as he came to the first corner. "But no killing. We have orders, after all..." With that, Daryen slunk off to find the ramps that wound lazily up to the train station.

 

 

As soon as the creepily quiet armor vanished around the corner, the wolfish grin returned. "Well, that gives me a couple minutes to enjoy myself, at least." He started toward the base of the clocktower, suddenly breaking into a sprint, leaping easily up the sides of the buildings and scrambling straight up the surface, landing among the remnants of the escaping crowd, and feeling the waves of power strikes washing over him from within the building. Jamming one fist into his palm, his knuckles cracked and sparks flew out from his fist, while his tongue flitted out the corner of his mouth to slip over his lips. "A man has to eat, after all..."

 

 

By the time he'd even run through the doors, however, things were completely peaceful. Well, the place was torn apart almost entirely, but whatever superpowerful combatants had been there were already spirited away, leaving naught but smoking craters and broken trains. The man in white curled his hands into tight fists, multicolored sparks jumping off his hands. Swinging his left hard at the closest wall, the surface broke away like dry sand, a line of razor sharp icicles jumping out along the rest of the wall where he'd struck, letting loose a string of curses loud enough to be heard on the beaches all the while. 

Zion was unconcious. The battle drained her physically, and the coat ripped. From the rip was red blood, which flowed freely. Her weapons had disappeared, leaving her down and out. Typhon picked her up gingerly as the crowd was being tended to by reinforcements.

He looked over as the Yggdrasil moved in.

"That is an illegal vessel." He remarked. "Shoot it down."

 

Gummi fighters broke off to engage the Yggdrasil as Sarah slapped her savior. "I should shoot you, but you saved Luna and myself. Sit down and dont stare at Luna."

Luna blushed as Sarah ran up onto the main platform.

"Freya, we have to leave Zion. Lose the fighters in the mountains to the south and then slip into space. We need to get to the fleet and start the muster. Zion's returned, which has made this entire war that much more insane."

 

Luna winced. Her side still hurt, and she looked at the boy who got them into the frigate.

"Hi. I'm Luna. The blonde gun toting woman is Sarah...thanks for helping..." she looked sad. "But Zion...she'll be terrified when her adrenaline wears off..."

Zion was unconcious. The battle drained her physically, and the coat ripped. From the rip was red blood, which flowed freely. Her weapons had disappeared, leaving her down and out. Typhon picked her up gingerly as the crowd was being tended to by reinforcements.He looked over as the Yggdrasil moved in."That is an illegal vessel." He remarked. "Shoot it down." Gummi fighters broke off to engage the Yggdrasil as Sarah slapped her savior. "I should shoot you, but you saved Luna and myself. Sit down and dont stare at Luna."Luna blushed as Sarah ran up onto the main platform."Freya, we have to leave Zion. Lose the fighters in the mountains to the south and then slip into space. We need to get to the fleet and start the muster. Zion's returned, which has made this entire war that much more insane." Luna winced. Her side still hurt, and she looked at the boy who got them into the frigate."Hi. I'm Luna. The blonde gun toting woman is Sarah...thanks for helping..." she looked sad. "But Zion...she'll be terrified when her adrenaline wears off..."

(Like I had said ealier, the pick would only be a few inches long at best, being slammed through your armor would make it shorter probably (metal folding/bending/crumbling, ect) and a throwing pick has to be smaller than an 16th of an inch at the tip to be able to penitent the body, the only thing you should a got was a pinprick worth of damage, nothing that bad...)

(Like I had said ealier, the pick would only be a few inches long at best, being slammed through your armor would make it shorter probably (metal folding/bending/crumbling, ect) and a throwing pick has to be smaller than an 16th of an inch at the tip to be able to penitent the body, the only thing you should a got was a pinprick worth of damage, nothing that bad...)

(The armor did the rest, if the pick was forceful enough to slammher into the ground)

(The armor did the rest, if the pick was forceful enough to slammher into the ground)

(No no, the strike's force caused a small crater, but didn't ground you. In order to do that, Derik would have to apply enough force (in newtons) to both penitrait the armor and overcome the mechanical wings at the same time, and thus I would have posted that you began to fall to the ground. I didn't want you to take more than just enough to get you bleeding a little, nothing too bad like that. I mean, why do you think I used an unsharpened feather the first time?)