[Nexus] Outside XXVII

[UncleWolf]

An Empty Field

The dragon doesn't seem to sense Puddin's movements, probably because it is liquifying the rock instead of burrowing properly.

When the bugs back off, it tries to take flight, flapping its wings unsteadily. One of the holes in the right membrane tears a bit, but it manages to gain some altitude. Unfortunately it isn't stable enough yet to fly away, and it is now hovering above its protective cloud.

Without a good target, the dragon roars again in defiance, hoping to chase away the flying nuisances.

Empty Field

Pat, watching through both her eyes and Puddin's, forces Puddin to dig through till just a few inches of soil are left before backing up with a smile.

The dragon will hear the earth beneath it suddenly crack apart as the massive millipede-esque creature bursts from the ground and leaping into the air to try and latch onto the dragon with hundreds of spiny legs and it's pair of powerful pincer like teeth.

Riv's Hamlet- Ruins

In that case, there's little chance the speed freak will be rejoining the fray anytime soon. Of course, it also means that with one dead leg, he's pretty much a sitting duck should Javert return to finish him off, a fact he's all too aware of. Which is why the villager tries to crawl away while Javert's attention is elsewhere, heading for a mostly intact building a couple feet away and, unbeknownst to him, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

The other villagers aren't so lucky.

The one wielding the pitchfork barely has time to register the makeshift weapon being cut in half, trying to stab at Javert with the now useless farming implement, before he himself is neatly bisected at the neck, his head rolling away across the ground as his body topples over.

The one with the old eight-shot pistol suffers equally, losing his right hand to single swipe of the powerblade. He screams in pain, grabbing the bleeding stump and trying to run, although bloodloss and shock ensures that that he doesn't exactly run fast. Certainly nowhere near as fast as he'd like to.

The one with the shotgun is the only one who manages to react in time to avoid dismemberment, raising the lever-action firearm to block the incoming blade. Chances are the shotgun gets cut in half, but it still saves the poor fellow from losing his hands. Tossing the wrecked gun aside, he tries to tackle Javert, an action that is likely as futile as it is desperate.

Riv's Hamlet

Javert simply criss-crosses his blades in front of him to allow the man to quarter himself on extremely sharp blades, slicing downwards as this occurs to aid the process. If this is successful, Javert will probably be covered in gore.

He'll let the pistolier escape, allowing the man to scream in agony to his heart's content.

Hmph. Sloppy. Now look at yourself. Covered in gore like some Khornate.

You've never complained before.

It is the principle of the matter.

Javert smirks beneath the now red and white Comedy mask and looks over the area for more targets and hiding places. Hopefully the panic would cause people to come out.