Kyrian's next ball of energy travels straight at the creature going for Regiji.
Printable View
Kyrian's next ball of energy travels straight at the creature going for Regiji.
The ball may find itself intercepted by a portal.
The ball, if not intercepted by a portal, will be caught by one of the motes on Aesa's personal field, which she sent out to intercept it. The ball should instantly return to Kyrian in an attack against him.
A little flame flickers on the mote, but otherwise it just keeps at Desmonda, attempting to drill a hole through her arm.
She gets hit through the arm, produceing a nice hole in it. "Oh, you are so going to pay for that, bitch." She flies Eris up to the nearest TDI Thunderbolt fighter.
Kyrian growls and burns his hand a bit as he bats his attack aside. Fire burns in his eyes, turning them pitch black as the ground outside the station starts falling apart.
Aesa smirks and the mote vanishes.
Oh... and the bucket? It got incinerated before it hit her. Forgot to mention that.
She has two sparks around her now.
She heads over to Kyrian, not attacking, or preparing to attack, merely smirking.
Is this what you look like when you're evil, too?
You want to see me evil? he smirks.
PM, the figure, and the symbiote deadtime.
The fighters fly them away at supersonic speeds to the HQ.
Sure.
Aesa holds out a hand to him.
Why not?
He takes her hand as his coat and shirt vanish, black fur covering his upper body. His tail becomes black, and his hair becomes silverish. A ton more of the ground outside the station falls away, and hordes of demons begin to come through, each with markings similar to the ones on Kyrian's shoulders.
Aesa grins.
Is this a threat or an alliance? Or... both?
You claim to know me. You should know then that I side with the strongest, hottest women. He grins.
Aesa chuckles at him.
Of course.
So what's next?
Now? Now I just makes sure the police don't come back.
Kyrian turns and looks at the demons baring his marks, some still coming up from the pits outside. You heard her, they don't come back!
Aesa shrugs.
If we don't have that putrid organization, then I've achieved my goal. That's all.
She begins walking away from the station.
Kyrian follows along beside her.
Aesa looks at him.
Meet you at Trog's?
Any plan there?
Drink? Talk? Do whatever and toast the downfall of the police?
He grins. If you'll be there, then I'll be there.
Aesa winks and vanishes.
Kyrian does the same. Without the winking.
The demons keep watch.
Menhel walks out of the station, grins and dives into the ground, assuming his natural shape.
Rumbling is heard.
Un-deadtiming, with notice of battle, he falls backwards on his chair. With an oof he stands up, holding the back of his head. Which is bleeding lightly. Grabbing several daggers from his desks drawer he runs outside.
A short while later, he walks inside. He then rights his chair. And deadtimes once again.
Regina and Fenix enter, and look over the ruined structure. Isn't that bad, will just have to be repaired. She works to move rubble and Fenix scouts for any Arbites or cops that have been injured or killed, offering them healings, Resses, or proper burials.
"The station's Destroyed, their authority is lost."
"Neigh lass, the powah of the Police wasn't een the Station, eet was in the people."
"Good point, so where do we begin? How do we fix it?"
"Fi'st, we get 'elp, second, we root out them responsible, lastly, we rebuilld the prison ta put them een."
The scrying portal Aesa has at the station watches the two.
The demons still cover a vast majority of the station. As well as a vast majority of the ground surrounding the station doesn't exist at the moment.