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    Prologue: Kenrojima and the Kraken

    Johann
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    Post by Johann on 28th October 2019, 11:33 am


    The Ambassador took slow, drawn-out breaths, silent, anticipating, intently listening for any and all signs of activity around them now that he had been alerted, although a voice broke through the momentary silence, his head turning slightly, gaze lifted and moved to the side. Markus offered his assistance to him. A small grin would lift up one of the corners of the Ambassador's mouth, Johann giving the man a nod. "Always". Out of all the people to fight at his side, Markus was perhaps the most advantageous to have joined him, considering the man was not only a vessel for Mars' sister but from what Johann had seen previously, also immensely skilled in direct combat. The two had, of course, fought alongside each other before on more than one occasion, although that had been long before Dies Irae had even been conceptualized. The fact that somehow, Markus Eldridge and Johann von Weiss would stand side by side as members of the same guild today was a testament to the strange twists fate would occasionally take. In any case, though, it was not an unwelcome one, naturally.

    "You sense them, too?". It was the expression of a fact that the Ambassador already expected would be true more than a question. Whether it was through sight, scent, magic sensory, it wasn't difficult to pinpoint the various contacts in the burned-out ruins everywhere, behind trees, around the corners of stone walls. They were lying in wait all around them, ready to move onto the two men at any point. It seemed like the Ambassador had led them straight to this site. Were they originally the targets of this trap? Or was it someone else entirely? What was the purpose? Questions that would, for the moment, remain without answers. Well, it wasn't like they could do anything to either of the two men, anyway, although Mars stirred with excitement, knowing that conflict and bloodshed were imminent. The notion alone that these insects believed themselves capable of contending with his own might was laughable, so laughable, in fact, that in a bizarre display of humor, the Second Seal remained in a state of excessive amusement, periodic cackles echoing through the back of Johann's skull. He shot a few passing looks around, although a voice was sure to take his attention back to the road before them. Seemed like they had finally made their move.

    "Well, well, well, wha' do we have 'ere. Los' travelers?". Johann turned his head stoically, unimpressed eyes falling on a mountain of a man with dirty blonde hair and beard of considerable stature, the features of a brute, his legs, arms, and torso clad in heavy metallic plates. Both hands were grasping oversized weapons, things that resembled raw hunks of metal more than the actual axes they were supposed to be. He was flanked by at least a dozen others on both sides respectively, men and women with a wild mixture of outfits, looks, and equipment, some clearly mages, others most clearly bandits, raiders, outcasts. "Doesn' really ma'er anyway, eh lads? Walked righ' into our ambush, so i's too late to jus' walk away, y'know". Johann took a deep breath, shouldering the scythe. Like vermin, the others would begin to emerge from their hidey-holes one after the other, countless pairs of eyes hungry for savagery and evil scanning the two men from every angle, omnidirectional echoing cackles and sinister laughter ringing out. Johann took a deep, but steady breath. "I assume you are part of those who plague this island? Why are you here? Why are you targeting them? Targeting us?". The man chuckled at first, before, for just a couple of second, erupting into billowing laughter which went almost as fast as it had come in what Johann interpreted to be an overly theatrical fashion. "An awful lo'a questions for a dead man". His amusement seemed to shrink exponentially, the man's head turning towards his comrades that surrounded the guild mages, his deep, booming voice bursting into a shout, his tone now more agitated than anything. "The fuck are you wai'ing for, you worthless sacks of shit. Kill 'em already!".

    Of course, the large group all around wouldn't need to be told twice. Slowly, dozens and dozens of fighters drew their weapons, readied spells, drawing closer and closer with each passing second. "Markus", the Ambassador loudly addressed his own comrade, biting into the thumb of his right hand, a small trickle of blood beginning to drip from the puncture wound and cover the finger in a crimson hue before shortly after, the open wound instantly closed back up, "You remember my earliest directive after we've set foot on this island?". Once again, this wasn't really a question. Not much time had passed since Johann had instructed the members of the guild to set aside their feelings of mercy and he was certain Markus would recall with perfect clarity the intent of his statement, the God of Ishgar touching both sides of his temple, one after the other, with the bloodied thumb, leaving behind two fingerprints of his own blood on both sides of his face. "I want to ask our large friend over here some questions. The rest of them, well ...".

    Once again, the man took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a passing moment. This day, this island would be the perfect opportunity to test out the magic, spells, and abilities he had developed alongside the Second Seal and with its direct assistance, drawing strength from the unshackled Nephilim within his own body. Two glowing runes appeared where he had left the fingerprints, one jagged, glowing in a deeply carmine red, the other soft and almost caligraphic, radiating with cyan energy. A pulse of energy surged through the vessel, Johann opening his eyes to reveal that both oculars had changed. The sclera of his right eye was steeped in intense, ink-black darkness, a glowing, dark red pupil suspended in its midst. His left eye, however, had changed more drastically, the sclera entirely comprised of a bloodred, magical glow, a dark, demonic slit replacing the pupil that had once rested within. In this instance, a wide, toothy grin would spread across the Ambassador's face, uncharacteristic for the man, yet familiar to those who knew him. His voice, after the short pause, would be heard clearly once again, although this time appearing as two voices that spoke in unison, Johann's overlayed over the other, the second one, though, appearing much darker, deep in an almost distorting fashion, a feral growl more than a voice.

    "... Leave none alive".

    In what was less than a second, even the fraction of a second, Johann had moved, in a fashion much faster than any of these enemies were able to even follow. The Ambassador spun the scythe, dragging the blade of the weapon across the ground in an insane burst of acceleration and sheer speed. Within an instant, the antimatter the scythe was comprised of had generated a large trail of sparks in a line behind the God of Ishgar as matter was annihilated upon contact before the weapon sunk into a Bandit's chest, Johann, with blindingly fast movements, lifting up the man that had stood right next to the leader of the group several meters into the air before the same could even react, slamming the body into the ground the following moment. An explosion of dirt and dust was thrown up from the force of the impact, lingering for a few moments before it began dispersing, leaving behind perplexed assailants as well as the Ambassador of the guild that sought to rid this island of their presence, two piercing eyes peering from the cloud as he stepped out, the layered voice echoing through the air again.

    "So, let's have a little bit of fun together, shall we?".




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    Amalie
    Amalie

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    Post by Amalie on 4th November 2019, 12:21 pm


    It would appear that Amalie and Isaak would be joined by one other member of the guild as they made their way into the city, a woman that the commander recognized. Kessicia, one of the first few to join the guild when it initially opened under the order of the Magic Council. However since that time, the women hadn't really crossed paths but that didn't mean Amalie wasn't curious to see what she was capable of. Especially after catching a glimpse of the magic she had cast earlier in the form of some type of prayer. Amalie had wondered if somehow their  magic overlapped in some way, the woman and Anima rather than Amalie. After all, that part of Amalie's magic wasn't really hers. It seemed she would get her chance to observe the woman during the mission at least, granted that she was not too distracted.

    As Amalie heard her message in her mind, she found herself even more intrigued albeit slightly concerned. I thought you guarded me against such things Anima, She would ask, speaking directly to the Nephilim. From what he had explained to her, his bindings on her emotions meant he would also ward her mind, thus preventing anything from getting in, and seeing what lurked there. A comforting aspect, because by no means did she want anyone roaming around in her head, reading her secrets. Anima chuckled, I allowed it to pass, It is only a message Amalie, not a malevolent invasion, worry not. No one is going to roaming the depths of your mind, not whilst I'm here. She relaxed slightly, eased by his reassurance. Amalie looked at the woman and offered her a nod to acknowledge her accompaniment.

    After arriving at the house, Amalie gave out her orders to the pair, both of which seemed adequately ready to oblige, glancing down briefly at the whip the dark-skinned woman manifested. Following which she would begin her countdown, as she reached one, she spun around the corner of the doorway. As the group rushed in, the room would fall into a wild commotion, both her accomplices not wasting a single second in taking down their targets. Amalie strode forward confidently barking her next magical command; "Shards." Instantly, shards of broken glass would appear around her, hovering in the air like bees. With a flick of her wrist, the glass shot forward towards two of the mages, a man and a woman. As the woman raised a gun to point at Amalie, some of the glass would gather around her hand like a swarm, slicing away at her fingers and causing her to drop the weapon. More shards would fly into their legs, causing them both to buckle the ground with agonized cries as the glass buried deep into their flesh. The magic would crawl up her throat once more as she cast her next spell.  "Frost." the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, the floors suddenly coating in ice and frost, snow began to billow around the room. Whilst this cold would leave Amalie and her fellow Dies Irae members unaffected, each of the dark mages that had been caught would become completely immobilized by the ice magic, unable to move. Amalie stepped over to her two captives, reaching down, she took their weapons, throwing them across the room and out of their reach. She straightened up once more, looking over to review Kessicia's and Isaak's work. Kessicia had pinned one man down with excellent skill and efficiently, whilst Isaak had used his might to knock the other two men out completely. Amalie wasn't exactly one for complements, Commander or not, but it seemed appropriate to offer some kind of statement of approval.  "Good."

    She looked back at the man and woman beneath her, eyeing them with a cold gaze. These were the people that did this to the island, to its people. There was a flicker of rage behind her eyes before it simmered away. She had to stay calm, keep her control. Shards began to appear above the dark mages, hovering over them almost playfully. Threatening to rain down on them, she knew she didn't have to tell the mages what they would do if they tried to fight back, the sharp edges of the glass did that for her. "Now then," She began, kneeling down next to the man she had incapacitated. She took a moment to consider her options, trying to figure out the best way to make them talk. The best and only way she could think of was fear and violence. Granted this wasn't a guess for her, nor was it her first time taking part in interrogation, she had seen many during her time at The Company.  Wyatt and Charle's had questioned so many people, they liked information and no matter what they always got it. Especially Charles, he had a knack for getting people to talk, him and his sadistic nature could break anyone. She reached into her belt, grabbing the hilt of her gun. She unsheathed her Goldbrand, bringing it up the man's face. She pushed the end of the weapon into his forehead, "We have a few questions that you're kindly going to answer for us. You see, we know what you've done to Kenrojima. The way you decided to claim it for your own, and the way you desecrated it with your filthy agendas. Something we have come to undo." She pushed the gun further into the flesh of his forehead.  

    "Oh yeah, and who the fuck are you guys? Rune Knights? What you gonna do arrest us? Yeah right, we've dealt with your kind before, you won't leave this island alive." Amalie cocked her head, a smirk befalling her lips. "Oh no, we're not knights, and we're not here to arrest you. By the time the day is done, you'll wish the Rune Knights were here to arrest you. Rather, we  are Dies Irae, and we have come to purge your foul existence from this world... but first," Her tone which had been laced with venom would change, suddenly airy and playful, "Where are you keeping the civilians?" Their intel told them there were several pockets of the island where the civilians were being stored, enslaved under the dark mages, kept alive to fulfill any wishes they had. What they needed to know were the exact locations, they hadn't been able to learn that at this point. The dark mage laughed, "And why would we tell you, soon enough our companions will find you, and then you'll all be done. Not before some punishment though, I wouldn't mind taking a go at you bitch, and your tanned little friend there too. Make you beg for mercy, you'll all suffer for this. Even the boy, he's got a pretty face, and we've certainly got a few sodomites that wouldn't mind taking a go-"

    BOOM!

    The man roared in agony, the barrel of the gun no longer pressed into his forehead before hovering over his crotch, smoke rising from the edges the barrel. It had only been a stun shot, but the force of the bullet would have still been excruciatingly painful, like being hit between his legs at full force with a sledgehammer. Amalie sighed, straightening up, "Does anyone else fancy a broken cock?" She asked casually, before moving over to Kessicia's captive who looked especially unnerved by the ordeal, "Or is someone ready to talk?" Reaching down, she ran the barrel over the man's cheek teasingly, "These thorns look terribly painful, you know I wonder, how tight these binds would have to be, to tear off a limb completely. Shall we see?" She purred, glancing up at Kessicia to meet her gaze for a moment as though about to order her to do so. "The Churches!" The man yelped, Amalie grinned at the other woman, before glancing down. The girl who Amalie had trapped piped up, "Shut up Darren!" Despite her yell, he would continue.

    "Churches...schools...communal building, anywhere we can shut in a lot of people without needing too many of our people looking over them. Please, please let me go, I don't want to die." He whimpering, sniveling as Amalie ran her gun over his face once more. She stood up, this was good, they had got what they wanted, however, they would still need to confirm the information was true. She looked down at her gun, wondering what to do next. She knew it was their purpose to kill the dark mages, they were sinners. But like this, it still carried an element of cruelty to it, killing them in cold blood. "Isaak, go fetch some more of our men, bring them here. They can ...handle  these mages, whilst we search for the Civilians." She ordered, looking up at him with a stoic gaze. They had to die, she knew that, but even so, her heart was fully prepared to be the one to do it. Not now at least.





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    Masha
    Masha

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    Post by Masha on 13th November 2019, 5:07 pm

    Masha didn't know how long she laid upon the ground. The potential revelation about her past had broken her. Despite her fears, while searching, she had had hope about a peachy past. One filled with hope and glitter. Now it seemed that her past was full of broken people and blood. Worse, she had reveled in such things. That she had enjoyed hurting others. Skeletons filled the closet of her past. The door she'd cracked open couldn't be shut now. Masha had peeked at the horrors within. That was enough. The redhead decided to leave her past behind her lest more terrible things came to light.

    "Soldier!" A hand grabbed Masha's arm. A pulse of magic went through her body. Masha shivered, shrinking away from the feeling. "Are you injured, soldier?" Whoever was asking the questions didn't wait for an answer. Masha was yanked upwards. "Come on, girl, on your feet. It's not over yet. Lying here will only get you killed." Her head lolled on her neck. Her eyes were out of focus. The toll of this discovery had been great. When she could finally see straight. Masha beheld a striking man. He wasn't large, barely taller than she was. Black hair covered his scalp. A scar ran from his forehead down to his jaw, barely missing his eye. Those were a striking blue color. His uniform was crisp. Captain's stars adorned the neck.

    The Captain smiled gently. "First time in a battle?" Masha decided nodding was the best solution. She didn't want to reveal her issues to a stranger. The man chuckled softly. "The first one is always the hardest. It will get easier with time. Come with me. My squad was scouting the area before rendezvousing with Ambassador Seven. Perhaps she has an easier job for you rather than fighting. Where is the rest of your squad?" Masha's blushing cheeks made her story clear. The Captain laughed heartily. Slipping an arm underneath the redhead's, he supported her weight. "You were one of the shotgun starters, huh? Eager to get at the darkies? There will be more for you to hunt down, don't you worry. Until then, we'll take you to Ambassador Seven."

    The entire time the Captain was talking, he moved Masha toward something. With the wrap up of his talk, a group of soldiers came into view. They were five in all. Two men, three women. Four of them held swords while one of the women held a staff nearly as tall as she was. This must be the Captain's scouting squad. "Everything all set, Captain Moors?" The woman with the staff called out. Moors called back. "Right as rain! Just found a fellow soldier cowering behind that building. We'll wrap up our scouting and deliver her to Ambassador Seven." The group snapped a salute. Moors slipped out from under Masha. Another soldier moved to support her. The redhead held out a hand. She was a soldier too. While on this battlefield, she'd put her emotional trauma to the side. Otherwise, the other soldiers would be burdened by her weakness.

    The group made good time over the desolate wasteland. Every so often a pulse would be emitted from the staff. Masha assumed that was how they were checking the surrounding area. The soldiers kept quiet. Their heads were on swivels. Every so often, Moors checked over his shoulder at Masha. The third or fourth time she caught him, the man winked at her. The redhead was forced to stifle a giggle. The other soldiers showed their support in small ways. The touch of a hand, a murmured platitude, pressing a water canteen into her hand. Masha couldn't express how much she appreciated the support. Since she'd first woken on the street with no memory, the redhead felt like she belonged.

    Moors was checking on Masha once again when the staff blinked red. "En-" The captain's call was cut off as his head disappeared. Masha watched in horror as his body toppled over. The other soldiers sprang into action. Magic gathered in the air around their hands and feet. They formed around the redhead, looking for the enemy. The one with the staff turned to Masha. "Stay behind us." Magic flashed past them. Dark cloaked figures were popping up all around them. It appeared as if they had been hiding just below the ash blanketing the area. An ambush. Eerie laughter filled the air. The soldiers spasmed, struggling to hold onto their weapons. The redhead was frozen. She struggled to prepare herself to wrap her mind around the situation. This was war. She had to accept that and move. Otherwise, the others were done for.

    A tall horned individual pushed his way to the front. He spread long crooked arms outward. Pure sound blasted from his palms. One of the male's heads exploded, spraying gore everywhere. "Tetsu!" One of the soldiers cried out. The demonic being laughed cruelly. He strode toward the squad. His gait was cocky. This creature thought it had already won. "I thought Dies Irae would be a challenge at least. This is pathetic." Another soldier died. Masha swallowed hard. This creature was paralyzing them than picking them off one by one. He was probably the only real threat. The other dark mages were just for show. "The reputation of your guild, small as it is, was fearsome. I thought 'These are legals that can provide me a challenge." The creature was close enough to touch them. Its hands settled on the shoulders of a soldier. The devil smiled at Masha. She shook her head, looking horrified. "I find your lack of strength, disturbing." The creature popped the soldier's head off.

    Masha screamed. Magic gathered before her mouth. As her scream continued, a vertical column of pink energy fired forth. The magic blasted into the demon. "WHAT!?" The only remaining soldier looked at Masha in awe. As Masha's mouth slowly closed, the magic was cut off. "Don't think. Run!" The redhead said. Pink energy gathered in her hand. It formed into a lance. Interesting. This was all instinct. Something to be explored later. Masha focused her attention on the demon. Despite taking the full magic blast, it was getting back to its feet.

    The soldier was nowhere to be seen. A glance behind revealed her fate. The other dark mages attacked while Masha was distracted. Magic had perforated the woman. The redhead blinked the tears out of her eyes. They'd all died because of her. "A demon slayer... No one told me there was a demon slayer in Dies Irae." The creature's eyes glowed with passion. It swept a hand out toward the other dark mages. "I'm getting excited. None of the rest of you interfere!" Masha hoisted her lance. She would avenge her comrades and report to Ambassador Seven... whoever that was. Probably one of the people that had been talking in the beginning of this mission. Not important. The demon was coming.

    The creature was basically slathering at the mouth. It walked forward, fire gathering in its fist. Masha rushed forward. She had to strike before it did. The demon proved to be faster. The fireball streaked for Masha's head. A dodge only took her halfway out of the way. The fireball grazed her shoulder. The fabric of her uniform smoldered, burning her flesh. The redhead grit her teeth against the pain. Mistress! Let me aid you! Caius called out. His voice was full of pain. She shook her head. She couldn't allow her friends to take the hits for her. This time she was going to fight back.

    A high pitched noise burst from Masha's lips. The demon froze in place. The DI soldier was infused with speed, rushing forward. Her lance pierced the demon's chest. It screamed as she twisted it, ripping the creation free. The demon stumbled, falling to its knees. This battle was over. "Begone, monster." She sneered. Her hand glowed with power. "Wait... have mercy... pl- AHHHHH" Masha pressed her hand against the creature's face. It was held there until the demon was nothing but ash. A cold expression came over Masha's face as she looked at the other darkies. "Shall we end this?"

    It didn't take her long to kill them all. They were weaklings that had gathered around the demon. Those that did give her a challenge, didn't take long to cut down. It was as if her body was moving on its own. Old moves she could no longer remember were executed smoothly. One opponent had been beaten purely with strength. It was amazing and horrifying to see the skills she might once have had. Masha only wished she knew what those skills had been used for. The redhead looked over the bodies of her companions. She couldn't carry them. It would hinder her and make her a target. Instead, this place was affixed into her memory. "I'll be back for you." She promised before heading out.

    The redhead reached her destination. A pink-haired woman stood in front of a metal building. That was the one giving a speech earlier. This must be Ambassador Seven. Villagers were filtering into the building giving the Ambassador a large berth. Masha's brow furrowed. Had the Ambassador done something to scare them? It was highly doubtful. Perhaps there was another reason for their discomfort. Lightning flashed out of nowhere. Seven seemed to barely dodge it. Masha moved, using her magic to fly through the air. Seven yelled for someone called 'Nathaniel' before attacking the dark mages. Masha landed in the square. How could she help to protect the villagers?

    Her body seemed to know the magic she wanted to use. A wave of her hand created a long transparent pink wall. It curved to protect the villagers on three sides and stood tall enough to protect from most spell attacks. Masha turned to the villagers. Despite her pain from her burn and minor wounds, her voice was clear as she called out. "Everyone into the shelter! Do not panic! Everyone into the shelter!" A few people broke into a run. One of them fell next to Masha. She tried to help him up but the man scurried away from her. Were they afraid of all mages? She tried to brush it off. They needed to get the people to safety. "Everyone to the shelter! Do not panic! We are here to help!"

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    Nathaniel Stratford
    Nathaniel Stratford

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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford on 1st December 2019, 2:54 pm

    Nathaniel continued to accommodate the needs of the small family they had ran into, slowly gaining their favor, commenting that they had not known demons were capable of such compassion but despite telling the mother that they were not demons, she only replied by asking if he had looked into a mirror lately. Nat paused, clearly thinking what could it be that is making them see the members of Dies Irae as demons that if this was some sort of spell work then how do they undo it? His gaze shifted left and right quickly, trying to come up with a valid counterpoint to what the woman had just said as indeed it’s hard to deny what it is you can clearly see in broad daylight. He was however given a sigh of relief when the toddler seemed to have vouched for him, defending Nat and saying that he didn’t look like a demon at all giving rise to the possibility that these people might be suffering from shock what with having to go through the experience of witnessing their homes be destroyed. Having been relieved that their looking like demons was not as serious as they initially believed, Nat smiled at the little girl as if in thanks as well as giving her a pat on the head while she continued to enjoy her cake.

    He then proceeded to ask what had transpired in their village, but the mother was hesitant to recall the trauma she had gone through seemingly hours ago and before she could break down once again as she stuttered to find her words, Nat placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to calm her down again fearful of what kind of maddening rage she could find herself in.Furthermore, in the short moment that she was rambling, she had done were only things the guild already know so far.

    And with that, their task to aid them was done. The crusader stood up and walked away to find Sivvy for further instruction, possibly even find out what she had been able to gather while looking around. While he was doing so, he heard another cry coming from the direction Sivvy headed to making him run quickly determined to aid in any way he can.

    He got there a few moments after and saw Sivvy having a heated debate with other survivors, showing the same kind of trauma they had initially encountered and if that were to be the case, Nat thought, then he should not engage, seeing as how they apparently cannot land a single hit. No this is nothing to be worried about thought Nat as he looked around as he moved closer but his attention would be shifted when they were attacked by the real invaders of the island. Predictably, Sivvy rushed in to attack them a trait he had admired from her mentor in the very beginning because they shared almost the same drive for eliminating evil. He wanted to help her so bad but he knew that the safety of these civilians came first. He quickly waved his hand at them gesturing them to get inside when he positioned himself by the door right after Sivvy’s order.

    They were reluctant to go in, but fortunately, the family they had aided earlier vouched for them and by their endorsement everyone else went in. Once everyone was inside Nat conjured a big whole cheesecake in the middle of the room for them to enjoy before he closed the door behind him.

    He shouted out to his mentor ”Master Sivvy!” to gain her attention so she could see that he was about to throw an enchanted cherry cheesecake, one that would increase her physical strength after rushing in, eating a blueberry cheesecake himself that invigorated the magic power in his veins.

    He then furiously hurled a fiery light at the raid leader that was electrocuting Sivvy freeing her from the shock while the cake he had thrown was only about to land right now in epic timing. He followed it up by using a simple spell that made a ripple of light pulse from his body, healing Sivvy and injuring their enemies catching them off guard when they were suddenly engulfed in flames enabling Nat to continue his onslaught of spells, casting another pulse that seemingly harmless, easily dismissed as a wave of light leaving Nat’s body.

    Thinking that he ran out of tricks, two of the remaining five charged Nat with their weapons raised over their heads a foolish move in Nat’s opinion. It was easily blocked with his weapon while he quickly grabbed the other by his face with a burning hand and suddenly every enemy nearby was set ablaze by an unseen spell. Staggered, he drove his sword to the heart of one, slashing the one next to him as he pulled it out of the body.

    Confused and fearful of the impending death they see in Nat’s eyes, they retreated but not before Nat ate another slice of cheesecake, this one to increase his speed to catch the one who fell behind the running group who stopped in his tracks trying to put out the invisible flames he is feeling when the crusader conjured that slice and presented him to Sivvy for interrogation.

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    The electrocution was unpleasant, but nothing that would damage her too badly. The paralysis didn't completely take hold, though it did give her pause and made her slow since her body's impulses were scrambled. This band might be strong, but she could tell they were just low ranking members of the dark guild here, high on their destruction and oppression. As Nat came to her aid and disrupted her attacker's spell, her face lit up in a way it had never done in battle before. Then again, no one had gifted her cherry cheesecake in the middle of a battle, either. Wasting no time, she gobbled it up with rosy cheeks, though once it was done, her battle-hardened expression with those sharp, dangerous eyes returned. "Thank you, Nathaniel," Sivvy called over the sounds of conflict, next shooting a glance at the metal structure to check on the survivors. She thought she'd noticed Masha arriving earlier, but hadn't had time to make sure. The red-head was protecting the shelter and the people. That was a big help, and thankfully there didn't seem to be anyone mounting an ambush.

    Now that she could focus more on the task at hand, she turned her cold gaze on the leader and his two side-kicks that remained. This was where most would issue a threat or taunt, exchanging some aggressive talk before the violence continued and a victor was decided. Sivvy, however, was not much for idle chatter. These dark mages needed to die and she would kill them. Just as the lightning mage opened his mouth to inhale, looking to start some bragging or other banter, the ambassador launched a large spike from her hand right into his mouth. It savagely sliced through and protruded out the back of his head, though his teeth and altered the angle enough that his spine was missed and his death was not immediate. Though he gurgled with shock and pain, he could still fight. It became clear that the two with him actually acted as batteries, as he needed to touch them to siphon some power to whip at her, though he was smart enough to hesitate. With that metal in his mouth, he'd surely electrocute himself as well as her. That second of hesitation was all it took. The clone was upon him, spinning in the air and kicking the spike she'd shot in his mouth. As he arced backward into the dirt, she landed on the spike and further stamped it into the dirt, effectively anchoring him there. As his dark eyes gazed wide at her with unspoken pleads for mercy and intense fear, she proceeded to step on his throat and launch another spike through his neck, this time brutally finishing the job.

    As she turned her attention to the other two, they slowly backed away. "We didn't think Dies Irae would be like...like this!" one of them breathed, and even though it looked as if they'd run, they didn't. Now that she looked at them she noted they were twins, nearly identical except for which side in which they parted their hair. One stood on each side of her, trying not to look at the dead man she still stood on. They began to glow until they were simply silhouettes of yellow light that crackled with lightning. Their hands were outstretched toward each other, energy sparking between them to form a barrier around her. Judging by the rising of power levels, this was meant to be a finishing move. "I'll see you in hell, brother!" the formerly silent twin called, the two starting to violently vibrate and scream. So this was a suicidal attack. Admittedly, the amount of strength she sensed was enough to damage her and if such a thing happened so early into this mission of cleansing the island of evil it could spell disaster.

    Requipping a large, two-headed ax on a chain, Sivvy squeezed the handle and the clockface between the blades flashed blue and spun. Both siblings were frozen in time for a moment, and a moment was all she needed. Gripping the chain, she let go of the handle and begun to spin the weapon, inching out more and more chain until it was sweeping a wide area. Once the range was wide enough, the two detonating brothers were cleaved in half. Four wet plops later, the threat was neutralized.

    Now that all the haggard villagers were safely in their shelter and there were no enemies, Sivvy approached Masha. "Thank you for your assistance. We need to start moving inland," she spoke decisively, mapping out their next move. "If we can find out where most of these dark mages are gathered, we can cripple their forces before they become too organized," she mused, just as Nathaniel showed up with a prisoner. "Wonderful," she praised him, taking the man from her mentee. There was no malice in her face, though she did seem to immediately have a plan to get info out of him. Taking him off far enough so that the people in the metal structure wouldn't hear, Sivvy wasted no time interrogating the dark mage by using him as a pin cushion for her spikes and needles. With every evasive answer or refusal, he found another sharp piece of metal very, very slowly being pushed through his skin, muscles, and bones. It was clear she had no qualms about his screams or perhaps more terrifying, she didn't feel anything about the atrocities she was doing to him. She wanted information and felt no remorse tormenting it out of him. No doubt she'd kill him if he didn't talk. He revealed the answers to her, and though he thought he'd won mercy, she simply thanked him and then relieved him of his head. A quick death was the only mercy Sivvy knew.

    Returning to the others, she used a cloth from her bag to wipe her hands clean of blood before it could get sticky. "I've confirmed my suspicions," she informed Nathaniel and Masha, her normally stoic face a tiny bit displeased. "These villagers fear you, their saviors, because of me. While I have not hurt them, someone who looks exactly like me did. I don't have time to explain the situation but just know that should we get separated at any time you'll need to ask me a question so I can confirm my identity." The ambassador turned thoughtful for a few moments, then nodded. "Ask me, 'What snack can nearly drown you in apple water?' and I'll respond with 'spicy fruit'. Got it?" The pinkette hardly waited for a response before she cracked on. "Next, my interrogation revealed there are several ambush cells dotted throughout the island waiting for us, but the bulk of the dark mage numbers still remain in the heart of the island, where their guild master has made his throne. We need to move quickly toward the heart, while also killing the enemy cells and building shelters for any survivors we find. Any questions you may have will have to be asked as we move on. With any luck, we'll eventually join back up with Johann, Amalie, and the rest of our guildmates," the woman commanded, turning and leading the way inland.



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    "Wha' the fuck?!". The perplexed leader of the group involuntarily released a shout in a reflexive impulse, unbelieving eyes staring down at the Ambassador, wide-open with shock. He took a step back, primal fear overtaking his body for not more than a passing moment, his pride and deeply engrained overconfidence, though, quickly reversing that situation. The expression of shock gave way to what was easily interpreted as furious anger. With a wide motion, the man lifted one of his axes over his shoulder, prepared to strike down at the still grinning mage right before him. The chunk of steel whizzed through the air only the blink of an eye later. The hulking figure couldn't help but grin in cruel anticipation, already expecting his weapon to find purchase and dig into flesh without much resistance as he swung from left to right. It always had before, after all, leaving him all the more lost when the momentum of his wide swing carried the weapon through nothing but thin air. The desired effect would have been removing the other's head. The silver-haired man, though, two glistening runes still clearly visible on the uncharacteristic grimace, used his superior agility to lean back in what was a mockingly playful fashion, ducking underneath the attack that missed him by a considerable margin, before straightening himself once more, the wide, intense grin seeming to widen ever-so-slightly as Johann spoke up once more, two voices echoing each other's words in a booming unison.

    "Do you want to try that again?"

    The bandit's face twisted into a look of boiling rage, a vein visibly swelling on his forehead, which was covered by the strangely dull combination of dirt and sweat. Raising the other hand, he brought up the second axe, the handle tightly clutched in the grasp of his left hand. This time, he would cleave straight down and slice the worm in half, he thought, vigorously and with all strength and momentum he could muster launching the blade downwards. This time, he felt a heavy impact. This was it. The weapon had hit, and the loud-mouthed wight had undoubtedly died by his hand. He chuckled, the instance of fear he had felt before now nothing but a distant memory.

    Or at least, so he had thought. A confident gaze shot down the side of the glistening metal brought back the same feeling, eyes widening in shock as they found the opposing dual-colored oculars once more.

    Johann's hand stretched out, meeting the weapon's blade in mid-air, his index finger the only thing holding the axe in place and pushing against the man's strength. The bandit struggled, pushing, his mind, his reason telling him that he should've cleaved the other in half. The Ambassador, however, defied his logic, holding him off without any apparent effort, his finger leaving the polished edge for just a moment. A flow of ink-black light and a gentle tap with the same finger on the weapon was what followed, Johann, undoubtedly and noticeably influenced by Mars, giggling happily and with an amused grin. The metal of the weapon, at once, changed color, turning from the dark, forged steel to a lighter grey. Cracks formed across the hardened surface before finally, the object turned brittle, crumbs of dust and ash separating from the corroding metal, scattering in the wind before they hit the ground. Slowly, over the course of a few seconds, an excruciatingly long time as perceived by the unbelieving bandit leader, the once undoubtedly imposing weapon had been reduced to nothing but a worn-down wooden hilt, what remained of a sharp edge, of a blade designed solely to kill was naught but ash.

    "Who the fuck are you?". The leader's voice trembled, his tone defeated. He'd realized that he was outclassed, dropping the other weapon. "Ah, ah, ah, my friend. We'll leave that for later. First ...", the Second Seal turned, facing the rest of the small group that had gathered around the two, drawn weapons and roaring magic aimed at the Ambassador. Looks filled with hate, fear, malice focussed in on the silver-haired man, sharp steel pointed at him, ready to be unleashed and hungry to bite into his flesh. Johann's grin widened once more, his grimace unnervingly amused. He knew how this skirmish would end, but that didn't stop Mars from experiencing a rush of euphoria.

    "... I have unfinished business to deal with", the booming voice echoed through a field of eerie silence. While Markus was undoubtedly busy reducing his own opponents to a state that would make them unrecognizable and wreak havoc across their group, the Ambassador waited, the scythe creating from Mars' magical essence waiting in his hand. Seconds would pass without anyone making a move, the silver-haired Rune Mage simply grinning as he let his gaze wander about, scanning the targets with curiosity, interest. He didn't necessarily pay attention to detail, but would allow himself this little moment of growing adrenaline, a feeling akin to a rush coursing through his veins with every subtle push of the artificial heart in his chest.

    The subtle click of a trigger and subsequent dropping of a hammer broke the silence, Johann's eyes darting to his side. Young woman, long dirty, ash-blond hair, the majority of her face hidden beneath her hat, probably in her early twenties. Details that Mars had observed earlier. The girl had stared down the barrel of a rifle pointed directly at his own head, a fierce glint in her bloodshot eyes. No time to contemplate specifics, though. With a flash of sparks, the piece of flint struck steel, igniting the powder in the pan. Within a split second the Ambassador had moved once more, the scythe, with a trail of sparks, cutting through the firearm, slicing the barrel of the gun in two before the projectile had left it. With a bright explosion, the weapon fired, the bullet impacting the steel of the other half, splinters of lead thrown back at the gunner. Injuries were negligible, but that fact wouldn't matter now regardless, the silver-haired God of Ishgar spinning on his heel, bringing the blade around with a circular motion behind his back and driving it through horizontally her side. A gush of crimson liquid followed the weapon as he pulled back, the figure sinking to their knees before finally toppling over, the life having been violently torn from her form.

    With the attack, hell had broken loose. The tension that had been almost palpable just moments before now exploded violently. The next assailants were already waiting for their chance, two men charging forward, blades drawn. The Ambassador let go of the scythe, the magic dispersing as soon as the weapon left the grasp of his hand. It appeared that the two were either bravest or the dumbest of the bunch. As soon as his hands were free, runes lit up on the God of Ishgar's hands and arms, a golden radiance tracing scripture across his skin for the blink of an eye before fading into invisibility once more, leaving behind only crackling, white-hot arcs of electricity that elegantly danced up and down the silver-haired man's arms. His face, lit periodically by the sparkling flashes of pulsing, electrical light, was adorned with a playfully sinister smile.

    It was tempting to give in, accept the ever-present, boiling rage within himself that lingered whenever Mars fought, but he wanted to have his fun. It had been a while since he had gotten to come out and play.

    With a step forward, Johann's form blurred, vanishing within a burst of speed once more. The bandit didn't have time to respond or react, Johann appearing before him before jamming his arm upward, grasping the man's face. Perhaps some final thoughts of shock or surprise had manifested within the enemy's mind. It was of no importance. Magic surged through the God of Ishgar's limb, roaring electricity rushing into the other's body, muscles spasming violently until the Ambassador let go, his opponent's body falling to the dirt. Strings of smoke and steam rose from the bandit's broken form, the air filling with the stench of burnt hair, skin, and flesh. His comrade had stopped, a deeply horrified expression on his face, but Johann wouldn't allow retreat. Closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye again, the Rune Mage appeared came to a halt to the back of the second bandit, grasping his neck from behind and swiftly delivering the same overwhelming shock of roaring, thunderous voltage. The Ambassador let go of the charred skin where he had touched the man, his opponent's body unceremoniously slumping to the ground as if all tension had simply vanished from his muscles.

    The Second Seal took a deep breath, an echoing cackle of overlaid leaving his lips. "Tssehehehe ...".

    Much to his pleasure, Mars looked around, seeing universally terrified dark mages and bandits around him, those who were determined to push for an assault frozen with fear.

    "Is this all?", the hissing voices echoed forth once more through his grinning teeth. "No, no, we are not done yet. We have only just begun". A few of the bandits took this as their chance to run, turning around, dropping weapons and taking off as fast as their feet could carry them.

    "Yes, run, run, little worms. For what you have done here ... none of you will make it off this island alive".




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