Foreboding Skies In The North (Mature)

[Darian Dumonte]

The Gun Mage's Legacy

Darian stood on the ground the site of the impact as he took in the hell that had broiled over. He however, had a weapon that would be put into play as he calmly unsheathed it the weapon glimmering in the pale light of this forsaken place. Oh it glimmered all right and despite the cold it was warm to the touch suggesting at the element of the weapon. Darian had seen Bardy know Captain Strong-Eye go down with honor and he was certainly not going to let the man's sacrafice die in vain. He exited the escape pod with those who were with them D-13 soldiers already assembling with one of the team leaders. Another of the team leaders had survived getting on the ground and he looked pissed. Of course Darian was pissed. He shifted the blade for a moment.

"Form a firing line, suppressive fire, use pistols only for now, fire at will," Darian barked as the Omega Squad began opening up with the stattaco bursts of semi-automatic fire tearing into an undead force that had been approaching a melee line. Darian yanked out his mini-uzi and flicked off the safety and pulled the trigger. A line of bullets teared through the snow and then cut a zombie in half Darian sickened by the sight of course but, he had a job to do as he unloaded the last of his first mini-uzi clip cutting another zombie in two. He shifted and flicked his blade hard driving through the skull of a skeleton that froze in place the Rapier's reach proving to be excellent compared to the sharpened claws of the dead. Shit this weapon was heavy. He grunted from the effort as he clove right through the body the sharpened blade cutting and snapping bone.

Darian ejected the spent uzi-clip and slapped in a fresh one with several flickering motions letting it fall to his side again as he carefully made his way forward the squad's line tactic working like the British intended it to in the fact that the dead fell quickly. Darian moved his team to where the main battle force was gathering hoping that others had made it. He shifted for a moment and gave a stiff nod.

"GRENADES!"

Darian yelled.

*fompf* *fompf* *fompf* *fompf*

Four grenade launchers fired from the men who carried them the shells arching over the front line in parabolic arcs and slamming down behind the dead line creating a concentrated explosion which blew them into little pieces.

[Robert]

The drama, seemingly above all else, increased rapidly after the students finished their attack. The ship was going down in flames, and now all of the students were to retreat and let the Captain take care of it. Of course, that was of no problem for Robert. If the ship was going down, odds said he was to die, and the academy wouldn't let him rest after that. They knew he could do better, so for now, he would.

Without any word of it, Robert flipped open the door into the blimp once again, beginning right off the bat to trek down the stairs as fast as he could. It wasn't too long before he reached an escape pod. Seeing no one else inside, he lept inside, waiting for another thirty seconds incase someone else needed space. Luckily, it seemed no one was in need, and Robert took off, following a small instructional manual in order for lift off. Actually, he didn't need to do that much to it. Quite literally, all that was needed was to press a few buttons and flick a few switches before the already-programmed auto-pilot took him the rest of the way.

Robert turned to look out the window, himself having to wait another ten minutes before arriving. He could still see the blimp going down outside, even though he was at least half a kilometer away. Of course, it didn't particularly concern him. He had no reason to respect anyone, and thus felt nothing to justify even a salute to the man. Let him do as he wished.

The boy began to scan around the four-seater aircraft. The seats seemed to be a hard and durable plastic, two large straps installed into each inorder to keep one from falling out of their seats. Luckily, Robert had already buckled up.

There were a few blank-looking compartments inside the box-shaped machine, one entire side on the length actually being the door. As well, there was one more seat on the front-most side, this having numerous buttons and displays and switches in-front it. For one who wished to pilot themselves, it seemed.

For the next ten minutes, Robert thought of simple battle-strategies. He actually thought it kind of odd that he would be so in to such a thing. War was not a particularly large aspect for Robert, himself, of course, being trained in solo-based fighting. Any largescale battle was completely out of his element. but then, one had to think. Robert was a fighter, but not a soldier. Why send one with such training as his own. Was the academy that desperate? No. Those questions had no reason behind them. Robert had a job to do, and he would do it.

The craft began to descend back to land, the landing fairly unremarkable in it's own right. It landed with a small clomp, the door folding out, and letting a quick rush of cold air fill the space. Robert knew right off the bat that the weather was much below desirable, and began letting very small amounts of energy be released by his body, heating him near instantly.

Before leaving, Robert opened several of the small compartments in the ship, finding a few things that could come in handy. A few small matchbooks, a first aid kit (which he put the matchbooks in), a few foil-wrapped emergency food supplement bars, an emergency blanket, and a backpack to place them all in, the boy doing so quickly, finally heaving it onto his back with a low sigh.

He left the craft, almost instantly coming upon the strange-looking portal, but more importantly: the battle. Waves and waves of undead soldiers were charging the students as well as D-13 soldiers. Many of them, it seemed, were stopped on their way either by spells, bullets, or creatures, sometimes actually falling from the students themselves. Once again, Robert saw the string-user, who had in the short battle used his abilities to try and defeat the one whose name was still unknown to Robert.

The boy ran foreward, the pack slowing him down to point, but himself still making fair ground. He stopped quickly, sliding slightly on the snow. Nothing flashy, of course. He dropped the bag off of his shoulders, standing now pretty much at the front lines. Already he could see the targets, but then he got a good look. The sight was nothing that overly disturbed him, but the dead... An army of controlled souls. The moment had that naustalgic feeling to it. As if facing your own self but... not; in a much less dramatic sense.

Robert quickly cut the energy release, instead forming it into his hands and charging one of the undead. Using his size (or lack thereof) to his advantage, Robert ducked between the undead's legs, turning himself as he did so and destroying the inside of the dead's midsection with a quick jab from a magically-charged fist.

The creature dropped and Robert moved onward, moving quickly on his feet in-order to jab another one. This time, it seemed, the undead had a mind of itself, dodging enough so that Robert only hit it's arm. It seemed it learned from the other being attacked, but not enough. Robert quickly made the energy external, forming a small orb in his hand and pulling himself back. The orb exploded on impact, instantly ripping the creatures forearm off from the rest of itself.

Robert now continued to send his other hand into the rib area of the undead, shredding it's insides upon doing so. At the moment, Robert was using slightly more energy in his techniques than he would usually. This was simply because he knew maximum damage needed to be inflicted in-order for the fight to be a success.

The boy would send another charged palm to an undead, the particular strike being an instant success, as would the next following immediately afterward. However, coming for another right jab, the attack was dodged, the targeted undead grabbing Robert's arm, and with another undead, pulling him up simply by the arms. Because of his jacket, an effect would not be taken, however, when he turned his wrist and grabbed on to the arm that grabbed him, he quickly drained the energy of the two undead. Because they themselves ran almost completely on magical energy, Robert could gain quite a nice input from them, adding to his own surplus of magic.

The creatures turned to dust and Robert landed on his feet, hitting another with a charged palm, and continuing the fight. It promised to be a long one.

[Lanji Romano]

Desperation. Darkness. Madness. Chaos. The fuels that drove war as Lanji stode on the hellish snow having made his way down as Squad Leader Phaedra had ordered. He shifted for a moment and did two things. The first was he made a piercing whistle that cut through the still cold air and brought forth his familiars. The second was he mounted the armored stallion that came forth the bond already taking shape as Lanji drew his sword for a moment. The warhorse reared on it's hind legs as Lanji assessed the chaos and he knew this was the moment that would test the depth of his soul and his training. The Vatican Crosses shimmering on his armor as the hoofs pounded the snow sending some flying. Fiat shifted a few steps and then Lanji snapped the reigns.

"LET THE FAITHFUL BE VICTORIOUS!" Lanji's voice thundered as he charged right into the battle through a hole in the soldier line and plunged a good twenty-five meters into the enemy's line. The stallion trampling the undead and those useless corpses alike as Lanji's broadsword whistled and clove through a head hard. The momentum of the head flying into a another ghoulish creature and knocking it over as Lanji cringed. These were real people. There bodies now controlled by satanic magics as he bowed his head his sword covering in white flames as he drew the symbol of the cross. In the next second it was as if heaven itself and spewed forth firey rage. Holy bolts rained down on the area around Lanji where he stood striking undead but, not a single ally. The shrieks of some undead were heard.

The holy light incinerated them or killed them or left them crippled as Lanji had used the Rage of Heavens spell to it's fullest potential. All those undead that had been about to mob him had met a bitter end and a huge gap was in the undead's lines. Fiat backed up using the armor's horn and his hoofs to devestating effect stirking and impaling. Lanji's sword whistled as he struck hard and fast beating off some undead or stunning them with clips from his shield. The wave of darkness was never-ending. Lanji found himself sickened by the smell of death as he could only shake his head. Already despite the cold he was feeling hsi blood rushing through his body. This was what he had trained for all his life and he realized one thing. There was just one thing he realized.

Facing combat...and preparing combat are too entirely different things.

You don't feel your mortality in the preparations.

[Phae]

This was getting bad. Phaedra assessed the scene. It was going to need more fighting power if they were going to over power the ghouls. And standing here in the snow wasn't helping. Her team was ready. She was ready. They had one thing holding them back. Ex Squad Leader Junpei. She wasn't going to be able to lug him everywhere and she needed to help out. So she was going to do the next best thing.

To be honest she felt a bit bad though. Guilty to say the least. Why? Because despite the fact that she was still livid at him she still loved him. She really didn't want to abandon him but the academy needed her help and that was what she was here for. So much had happened recently and now she had to make decisions.

"Brooks, Dillan, you have a special task ahead of you." she said as she stopped leaving against the escape pod and walked to the still open center. She put Junpei back in the seat and kissed his forehead lovingly. It was all she could do this fight was needing her help and she couldn't do it carrying her boyfriend around.

"Ma'am?" they asked getting up and ready to do her bidding.

Yes, they were used to her now. Maybe they saw the power that she held in her eyes. That fierce determination that told them that no matter what she was going to fight her best and do what she could to see that the academy lived on and lived on well. This was when the true spirit of the fighter was to come and this was when it would call come down. It was time to fight and she was stepping up to the plate.

"You're new task is to guard Junpei. He is an important member of the academy as well as a student teacher. He has been knocked out because of someone's stupidity as well as his own. So watch over him. I plan to chew him out later. See that he lives." she said as she nodded to them both.

For a moment they listened and stared at her. She didn't take any guff and they could tell. If Phaedra said to do something then she was going to do it. She sighed as she touched Junpei gently brushing her hand through his hair. The men seemed to decide one to each side of the pod and then turned to her again.

"As you wish, ma'am." they stated as they took their guarding position.

"Thank you both." she said softly.

One thing she did differently than anything else, different than anything she had ever done before was.. she took a different sword. Sure her own sword, the one that was worn to her grip the one that had seen her through thick and thin no matter what. The one that she had used since she had been given it. She was overly attatched to that blade but right now it was down to business and she was using something else.

"The rest of you, join into the fighting. Brooks, Dillan, if other academy students come to you of our squad tell them to fight. Fight for the place we call home. Fight for D13. Fight for life." she said with a nod.

With that she ran off. A sword on her waist and a sword strapped to her back she ran. It was in the snow and she ran hard her breath coming out in small steamy blasts as she did so. Her body heating up right now as she exercised. She saw Ziare next to a man that was shooting into some of the ghouls and Ziare along with that boy Alastin were decimating the ranks. Good team.

She stopped a ways away from them where the D13 soliders were having problems keeping the ghouls back. She unsheathed the enormous blade and grinned as it lit up with fire. Oh yes, this was a blade worthy of her and she was going to have fun. A song rang out in the distance and her ears perked up. Images and feelings of the one she fought for and she smiled. Strength and determination roared through her and a new fire burned behind her eyes.

The sword's metal was licked with her flames. She grinned as she shot real fire and nether fire around the blade. The black and orange soared wrapping themselves around the blade. She charged into battle. She was going to fight and damnit all she was going to win! She ran into the front lines impaling three ghouls immediatly. She grinned as the fire took their bodies to ash as she pulled out and began slicing her way through the front ranks. Never in her life had she felt so strong. This sword was heavier than what she was used to but a sense of overwhelming power came through her small body.

"Bastards!" she cried out loudly as she sliced through two ghouls coming straight at her. Her breath came out in heated puffs of steam but she wasn't focusing on that. She had things and people to protect. She was here for a reason. And she was here to fight.

[Rui Ming]

The air hummed with the despair and desperation of many as Rui Mu Ming, Element Master, stood on the bitter cold snows. With the portal open many had rushed for it back from the academy and Rui was among those who came to it. He shifted himself as he gazed at the chaos of combat. Hoardes of undead charging forward willed with the unnatural energy that was necromancy. Rui shook his head in disgust as he saw two dragons one of an ice element and one of a fire element already in the battle. He knew that holding back in this desperate battle wasn't an option. Instead he walked forward his robes billowing around him and snow began melting into water as the molecules were agitated. Were moving once more. The water formed around his feet and he was slowly accumulating more and more as that water melted more of the snow.

~I apologize Saeri but, I must call on your strength.~

-=We are one in this battle, we will work as a team and a single unity bringing the wrath of life on that of death.=-

~You never struck me as a crusading type.~

Rui stood and the water spread out forming a seal in the ground and he opened his eyes never saying a word. His blue eyes having the depth of a titanic whirlpool. From the symbol a gate to the Elemental Plane of Water opened and emerged a massive serpentine dragon. Saeri had entered the battle. She shrieked her battle cry that echoed like that of a thundering tsunami. Rui shifted his gaze at the chaos and made his move. Both caster and familiar acted as one. Saeri opened her gaping jaws and let loose a powerful stream of water. The water transformed in shape forming arrows that were as deadly as any steel arrow that came raining down on the ghouls. Critical and non-critical areas were struck the water losing it's shape one the impalement was complete leaving gaping holes that energy and other things began leaking out of.

Rui had enough water to work with now as he raised his hand up sending needled of water into the air. He brought it down like a hand of judgement was coming past and the needles rained on the shrieking dead that had been attacked by Saeri. More water was forming as it came in contact with Saeri's body and it was pooled underneath her and Rui. There were several inches to work with now. Rui drove his hand down words and the water drove down like a jackhammer threw the ice. Both dragon and caster were standing on the water as if it were solid ground. He connected the water he had to the frozen waters below increasing his reserve. Water at his feet began to mist as he broke the bonds to turn it into gasses using the released energy to start recovering his own mana.

~The purification has begun. Those not of true will will be cleansed.~

-=Spoken truly.=-

Both were well aware of the endless hoarde.

Both knew that they were only inconveincing the attack of this mindless battalion. Yet despite that nagging fear...

Neither were backing down.

[Shea]

It was definatly show time. Right now the academy needed help and needed the people and students to step up to the plate and work with each other to kick butt and save the world so to speak. It was like some crazed rpg on a game console. What did they all boil down to? Saving the world and it seemed that currently real life was coming to that as well.

Shea stepped into the snow. She wasn't really dressed for snow but she was probably better off than the young girl that was singing.. that song.. it made her think. Think of Darian and her country. Made her think of her family and her people. She took in a deep breath. It was time to take part. To show these people how a true jewel mage worked. How they functioned and all the elements that she could call on because of her gems. She was ready to kick some ghoulish butt!

** 10 minutes ago**

Panic and chaos erupted on the ship. It was going down. A snow fallen death for all the students aboard. One among them had died. The nice Captain.. the man that had given her that gem.. the one that said she reminded him of his daughter had been killed. And now the men and women on board the blimp were runing to and from escape pods. She didn't know what had happened to Darian.

They had been seperated in the panic of the day and a D13 solider had litterally picked her up and placed her into the escape pod.

"NO! DARIAN!" she screamed out as she tried to fight the solider.

"Ma'am don't make me tranq you. Our orders are to get everyone off the ship and everyone includes you." said the solider that buckled her in rather easily considering how much she was fighting.

"Don't make me.." she began.

"..use your gems? Please try." he challenged and leveled his gaze at the black headed girl. She sighed and nodded.

Soon their escape pod was being carted down the snowy land below. She zipped up the rest of her sweatshirt knowing that any warmth was better than none. She sighed as they began to fall towads earth and she was worried sick. Where was Darian. She hated not knowing. It was going to make her worry about him. Her stomach was already turning with nerves.

Landing in the snow she had gotten out only to find that the cold bit right through her hoodie. Of course it would it would bite through anything not made of truly warm and thick material. Well that didn't matter she had to do her best. Couldn't let the academy down.

**Present**

Shea could not find Darian did not see the man she loved so very much and could only pray that she was okay. She was stock piled with jewels and ready to kick some serious butt. She stepped up to the ranks that were 'securing the perimeter' and she stood between two soliders that were having a hard time keeping the ghouls back.

"Afternoon boys." she chuckled as she touched her star-ruby on her neck.

Her fire cyclone tore through the ranks near decimating those ghouls in front of the men that had moments ago been firing at them. The men looked up at her in awe for a moment. This was a bit spell and took rather good portion of her mana at least half of it but it made a serious dent and that was why she used it first. Strategy. Making headway now might help them keep it. Perhaps if it worked they could even expand the perimeter. But right now she was controling her flame cyclone that was running through the ghouls.

Body parts and bodies alike flying torn apart from the rather large flaming whirlwind that seemed to race through the enemy ranks. She smiled as she continued controling it and waited for now this would be her only attack but she had more in her repitoire and she would use them if need be.

Darian.. I will fight.. and I will find you!

[Ethan Yukimaru]

As Ethan entered the main camp, he felt the groans and moans came at him once more, but this time there was no fog. Instead, he saw a seemingly endless horde of monsters head toward the perimeter, coming in an orgy and destruction and violence. His D-13 Guards already assumed their positions, pumping lead and fireballs into the nigh-infinite undead legion. Ethan, however, remained calm. Quietly he moved toward the back of the D-13 ranks, gathering his strings together as they softly glowed, Ethan pouring his energy into them. The Alchemic symbols upon his gloves shinned, as he prepared for battle....

As for the army came closer and closer to the front to where Ethan was at, The Weaver shot up in the air, using some of his strings like pillars (He did transmute them after all) as he overlooked the battle. Using these string-pillars to remain high in the sky, it was about time for Ethan to reveal his powers...

"Oh Family, let me bring honor to us as I slay these demons"

Reaching his hands toward the sky, one could see what would be hundreds, no thousands of strings coming from Ethan's hands. The numbers were staggering, as these strings blocked out the sun light and sent a shadow to descend upon the undead horde. Quickly dropping his hands down, Ethan's thousands of strings descended upon the undead ranks, missing any allies as zombies were cut up into small pieces of meat.

The reason behind Ethan's ability to summon up such staggering amounts of strings aren't that complex. All he did was copy the strings he already had into thousands of other things, using ice as the base substance before turning it to chicken head wires. Least to say, this required a hefty sum of energy, to which Ethan did pay, but it wasn't enough to cripple the man. Meanwhile, his hands were unsee-able at the moment, wrapped around a ball of wires and strings to which not even a piece of the man's hand could be seen.

Anyways, Ethan soon moved forward, his string-pillar now acting as a platform for the man to move across the battlefield. The platform, in fact, rose so high that one could barely make out the figure at the top, as strings continued to slice away at the undead horde. Again and again, Ethan would continue to drop his strings on the undead like a wave does against a beach, continuously slicing up the bodies of the zombies. His strings slashed away repeatedly, blood mixing with snow. To understand the range of this attack, it was Basically Ethan attacking the entirety of the undead army, as he did his best to NOT hit allies. For the final attack though, the Weaver shot his thousands of wires into the air, creating yet another shadow to descend onto the battlefield...

These strings that Ethan shot up though, were filled with a good chuck of Ethan's remaining energy, to which he controlled the wires via dousing to descend upon the undead. The strings soon enough fell from the sky, as rain would fall upon the ground. his wires impaled and slashed a good portion of the remaining undead army, continuously impaling the dead as the wires magically avoided all allies. Hell, when one string was head right for a D-13 Soldier, it instead diverted itself 90 degrees away to hit a zombie right behind that soldier...

After this devastatingly power attack, Ethan got off his pillar as he summoned back his strings. Using the last of his energy, the man called his weapons together via alchemy, turning thousands into mere dozens, before he sat down in the ice, D-13 officers coming to heal him of his extravagant energy usage...

"Family.... I have brought honor to us" He whispered to himself.

[The Helper]

Mamolian's Assault

Theme Song: Mobilize

Atop his skeletal steed, he shuffled uncomfortably, pulling at the reigns, as the creature beneath him neighed. Looking to an undead soldier at his side, Mamolian sighed audibly. Reinforcements had come, Donar had failed.. but, he still had the black book. It would be enough.

"..Get the meat wagons ready. Rally the ghouls and organize the abominations... we need to crush them quickly, if we want to set an example.. report when the wyrms have arrived."

"...Ye-Es sirrrr..."

His eyes glowed a strange hue, energy seeming to illuminate out of it. So.. Arcane Academy really had come. No matter. It was as THEY had forseen. Meaning, he had to be careful.. for surely THEY would not have given him the Black Book, unless there was a particular reason for it..

Or he was just a guinea pig.

A snort. It didn't matter. As long as he had this book.. but no. No. Don't be impatient, don't forget your flaws, don't forget, dear Mamolian.. you are still vulnerable..

Let's see how they manage then..

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A runner ran up to him, as Lieutenant Payne spent the last of his bullets on a a charging ghoul, as suddenly, more troops appeared out of nowhere, their bullets ripping through the next line, giving the Lieutenant precious second to link up with the runner's next link of ammo. "ABOUT GOD-DAMNED TIME.." he bellowed, as he unleashed a new barrage onto an abomination.. Thought I was dead for a moment. But, a ghoul sped up to him, managing to avoid the bullets, when, amazingly, without ever lifting off one of his feet, Payne screamed incoherently, shifting his feet, whacking the ghoul's head off, and then shifting back, and firing.. as if, he couldn't leave that spot or something. In the corner of his eye, he noted four ghouls bursting into flames.. ---"Wizard of Summoning Ziare Langely, reporting." she said to the man that was shooting a huge automatic gun. "I would like to be of assistance." Making a low whistle, as he looked at her, he made a dog call, and shook his head, as she summoned out her dragon, as if to take it all in stride.. "Well, 'Langely', those bastards you summoned should be enough to take out a good portion of them, so long as the ghouls stay unorganized, but, I'd have'ta guess that it won't be too long.." He waived the machine gun in the air, tauntingly at the ghouls.. before suddenly aiming the machine gun at Ziare's face.

"Step away from me, girl. I'm stepping on a land mine."

A smile.

"..I promised Captain Armor that I would never leave this position, until my job is fulfilled.. I'm not leaving this spot until I die, in otherwords. And there's far too many of them, and far too little of us.." waving the machine gun with ease, adjusting it in front of him, he began firing again, into the masses.. that..

..Already..

Seemed...

...To be...

....Massing...

Around him, he could hear quite a few of the last remaining patrols in the area fall asunder to the reinforcements. He laughed. He laughed loudly... as the masses of blackness and decay amassed in full. Their true numbers..

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"PREPARE FOR THE MAIN ASSAULT!!!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD BREAK THROUGH OUR FORCES!?"

"GET YOUR ASSES ORGANIZED BACK HERE! GET A TEAM TO THE LEFT AND RIGHT FLANKS! I'LL BE HANDLING THE CENTER! LET'S GOGOGOGO! ACTIVATE THE LAND MINE FIELD!"

Suddenly, across the field between the base of the D-13 and the quickly surging forces of ghouls.. red dots began glow throughout the wholefield, before going out again, hiding their position again.. the mines were on. The Arcane Academy Student's had better fall into places, or else, prepare for a major wash out. A possibility of a side attack was high.. but.. just then... masses of the remaining D-13 troops began rushing out of the base, armed with all sorts of armaments..

But... it was obvious.. they were so outnumbered. So very outnumbered..

1000 ghouls stood scrounging around, just waiting to be thrusted forward by their master, who sat behind all of them, atop his horse.. surveying the field of battle. The mines mattered not, as men were easily felled, and more could easily be called back for the cause.

It was going to be a fierce battle.

* * * * ...Overlooking The Upcoming Battle... * * * *

A helmeted man slowly walked.. sword drawn, glowing a holy blue light, as his armor trudged on in the snow.. seemingly effortlessly.

"Yay, for though battle awaits and many sins are yet to be crossed, give me strength, oh Lord, to fight the masses of all that is blasphemous in your name, grant me strength to fight on in your almighty name. For the wickedness of magicks, power and sin, are about to be punished, by your paladin.."

"Amen."

---

OBJECTIVES:

-GET INTO POSITION FOR THE BATTLE!!!

CHARACTER STATISTICS:

~'General' Mamolian~

Statistic Type	Statistic Amount	Additional Amounts
Strength:	25 ( Twenty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Dexterity:	20 ( Twenty )	+0 ( Zero )
Endurance:	35 ( Thirty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Intelligence:	60 ( Sixty )	+0 ( Zero )
Wisdom:	60 ( Sixty )	+0 ( Zero )
Energy:	60 ( Sixty )	+0 ( Zero )

~Saint John, The Paladin~

Statistic Type	Statistic Amount	Additional Amounts
Strength:	65 ( Sixty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Dexterity:	65 ( Sixty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Endurance:	85 ( Eighty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Intelligence:	46 ( Forty-Six )	+0 ( Zero )
Wisdom:	33 ( Thirty-Three )	+0 ( Zero )
Energy:	40 ( Forty )	+0 ( Zero )

~Lieutenant Payne~

Statistic Type	Statistic Amount	Additional Amounts
Strength:	40 ( Forty )	+0 ( Zero )
Dexterity:	40 ( Forty )	-40 ( Immobile )
Endurance:	55 ( Fifty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Intelligence:	36 ( Thirty-Six )	+0 ( Zero )
Wisdom:	36 ( Thirty-Six )	+0 ( Zero )
Energy:	50 ( Fifty )	+0 ( Zero )

ENEMY STATISTICS:

~Ghouls~

Numbers: 1000
Battle Tactics: Rushing Blindly
Attack Styles: Claws, Biting, Slashing, Gnashing, Etc.
Appearance:

Statistic Type	Statistic Amount	Additional Amounts
Strength:	10 ( Ten )	+0 ( Zero )
Dexterity:	25 ( Twenty-Five )	+0 ( Zero )
Endurance:	10 ( Ten )	+0 ( Zero )
Intelligence:	10 ( Ten )	+0 ( Zero )
Wisdom:	10 ( Ten )	+0 ( Zero )
Energy:	10 ( Ten )	+0 ( Zero )

[Kheldar]

((OOC: I have Helper's permission to maintain usage of the armor for this event.))

Magitech's Potential[/b]

Kheldar had to leap out from an impressive height and he engaged his thrusters at maximum strength as the multi-ton armor fell to the ground Kheldar slowing the fall to where it was only five meters of free-fall over the original one hundred. Such was his ability to control the unit. Kheldar's eyes narrowed as he saw the fighting engaging his own sensors. The infrared signals of those living were picked up but, the targeting computer's RADAR picked up multiple creatures that were attacking the front-line. He snorted softly as the armor was on solid ground and began to walk forward. Kheldar tapped a button on the control console the minigun already spinning and he pulled the trigger sending a hailstorm of bullets at the enemy. The claw though opened to reveal another barrell and several devices connected to Kheldar's suit.

Pain.

Blazing pain went through his body as he linked up with the armor and shivered softly as he opened his eyes for a moment. There before him was the chaos as he recieved the information a tad quicker. The link-up was working. His eyes opened and he poured his energy into the armor pouring up the crystal matricies with the energy that he had. What little energy he had was going to be the weapon used in this battle. He'd absorb more to anyone foolish enough to get in his way. Kheldar had been seperated from nearly everyone in his own stand-alone complex situation. He gazed at the battlefield and gave a smirk as the magitech cannon barrell extended. He was going to give them hell. That much was certain.

"LET'S GO!" Kheldar yelled as the armor charged forward he snapping another trigger. The artillary missiles from the top rack fired sending ten missiles into the ranks with devestating results as handfuls of ghouls and undead were sent flying in numerous pieces. He realized that the ghouls were charging at him and he tch'ed softly as he charged forward. His link however, already decided another strategy as he activated the barrier on the armor and came at the ghouls going at him like a battering ram. A battering ram with much more force with it sending them flying away as Kheldar could only smirk at what was happening. The barrier collapsed after too many ghouls charged and clawed at it and he tch'ed as he mowed them down with gatling fire and fired the main cannon for extra measure.

This was what it was like?

He backed up the armor clumsily manuevering but, it was much smoother under the intelligent young man's control. He gave a soft sigh for a moment as the chaos of this place was nearly overwhelming. Peh. They had no idea what they were really matching. Kheldar's sensors whined with alert as yet MORE enemy units came rushing towards him.

Was this the end?

Was this how the cards were dealt?

Was fate laughing or smiling on him?

"Damn it all!" Khel yelled as he slammed the clawed-fist of the armor into a pocket of ghouls. There was no rest for those who were tainted. Repentence was an eternal hell. Because the guilt still weighed on Khel. He had Jade to go back to. He had a reason to live.

And they weren't going to take it away...

[Onira]

(OOC: MY RETURN! I'm so fecking glad I didn't miss TOO much.)

The ride was fairly calm for a while. Both Onira and his companion: Saisho, had been sleeping for the last five minutes. As figured, they had missed most of the somewhat loud conversations going on around, but maybe that was over-exagerated. Ooooooooor maybe not. At least a nap was had! And wasn't that REALLY what mattered? No? Well, you could only try. Or sleep! And they did so in style! Really though, looking at Onira for the time, one had to wonder how exactly you got bed head from all of ten minutes of sleep. And there was bed head to be had!

Onira's ten minute nap was quite deep. So deep in-fact, that when he woke up, which would be quite soon coming, one should assure, he would be almost fully rested, something a fair amount of the crew could not agree to. Ahh yes. It was a beautiful thing, wasn't it? Oh yes. The Boom.

[glow=red,2,300]BOOM[/glow]

There it was! And in such style, too. Sufficed to say Onira quickly woke up, Saisho bolting to his feet and kicking his pal in the head in the process. Nice!

"What the hell, MAN!"

Onira rubbed his head, looking at Saisho out of the corner of his eye. The elk simply huffed, Onira letting out a quick sigh before he rose to his feet. He gave Saisho one quick look before scanning around the hectic scene. Quite a moment, wasn't it? Almost as if something bad was happening...

"OH! Yes! That's right! Bad stuff! Maybe we should..."

Onira was cut off when Strong-eye began yelling about, suddenly changing his idea just a bit.

"...stay and help the needie."

Saisho nodded, apparently agreeing. Onira just chuckled.

"We'll be cowards together, right pal?!"

The elk just stared, the teen just grinning. Sometimes one just HAD to enjoy ignorance. After all, curiosity could just get you horribly mamed. No one wanted THAT!

The two would stand there for all of a minute or two, just looking around, Onira actually looking to see if any had been injured, and the elk not caring none the less. As long as his butt had as much fur as when the day started, he was happy! Even more so when the call of retreat had been made. If sensing the joy, Onira remarked.

"Your god, Saisho. There is quite possibly multiple people dead and you're just trying to save your ass, aren't you?"

The elk grunted in reply, as if to say: "I don't see you running up to help."

Onira sighed a sigh of treuce, already starting to an escape pod with Saisho in toe. They didn't actually have to travel all that far before Onira could open up a metallic hatch. Looking in, he chuckled.

"I guess I take the front, and you the back, eh bud?"

The creature tipped his head to the alchemist, and the alchemist obliged, hopping into the pod athletically. Right off he sat in the front, flipping through the manual and trying to figure out how exactly it would work. Of course, although unadmitted, Onira was all the while looking out the corner of his eye, enjoying the sight of seeing Saisho get in. He muttered to himself.

"You poor, poor creature."

Finally Saisho got in, and just in time, too. For as soon as the elk had lobbed himself in, a D-13 soldier poked his head in. Onira just grinned.

"Need a ride?"

The pilot was obviously a little spooked, but still he replied with wit.

"Depends, do you need a pilot?"

"Heheh. The seats all yours, bud."

Onira steeped out of the pilots seat, letting the soldier get in and take over. The student, for the time being, would have to sit uncomfortably against a silver elk. Well, as long as they landed, one figured it was all for the best.

"Launch us, Jimbo!"

The soldier chuckled lightly before launching the craft, obviously knowing what he was doing. Or so Onira hoped. Of course, even with the bit of nerves, the two kept on a fairly calm conversation. It was almost nice, really. Both of them seemed sweetly ignorant of the fact that one man had just blown up multiple blimps with a bolt of lightning and a mech.

It was a good fifteen minutes before they arrived at the destination, and what a destination it was. Cold as all heck, it seemed, but when the sirens went going, one had trouble thinking about it.

"Those aren't good, are they."

"Buckle up."

Well, there was an answer. Sadly, there were few seats reachable, so Onira had to do the next best thing. With a palm against one of the floor panels, two thick metal bars formed around Saisho and Onira, locking them in nicely.

"Don't suppose I want to know the problem?"

The soldier gave a weak smile. Not what you wanted to see.

"Hold on tight, kids."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Onira began screaming out of panic, the soldier paying no attention to it. There was already enough noise going on. Beep! Beep! AHH! Beep! AHH! Beep! Beep...!

[glow=red,2,300]CRASH[/glow]

"OH MY OTHERWISE UNBELIEVED ENTITY BY MYSELF WHO MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST BUT IT'S OKAY IF YOU HAVE FAITH IN HIM EVEN IF I DON'T!!!"

The small (but large enough) pod crashed into the snow-laden ground, as well as... monsters? Just Onira's luck, it would seem. The pod, seemingly a little bit late on to the arrival, had crashed right into the middle of the battlefield, taking with it a fair amount of the strange creatures, and more probably than not getting a few mixed looks. But c'mon! That had style written all over it!

Snow flew up as they sort of skated across the battlefield, eventually stopping a good thirty seconds after impact. Truth be told, they probably would have kept going had they not banged in to what seemed to be a military base of sorts. That wasn't good. Or was it? After all, the pod had just single-handedly taken out an amount of the enemy force. Of course, a few D-13 soldiers might have also been taken out as well, but it was hopefully worth it. Right?

"GAHH!"

Onira looked up, his eyes still clenched tight after the trip. He liked rollercoasters, so that was fairly enjoyable, except for the part of, you know, death and destruction. Otherwise it was all good.

"Are you alright soldier dude?!"

"My leg!"

Onira slowly opened his eyes, seeing only a haze of dust and confusion for a moment, but soon his vision returning. Actually, it didn't help him that much. He couldn't see the injury. However, he could see a fair mess of wires, metal, and other mechanical things all bursted out in-front of the soldier. Ow.

Immediately Onira acted, releasing the metal bars wrapped around him and Saisho with more alchemy. From there, he lept over to the soldier, having to push back some of the wires to get a look.

"Aghh! It HURTS!"

The student ignored him, placing a hand against what seemed to be the problem. A metal rod had impaled the soldiers leg, right above the kneecap it seemed. Acting quickly, one alchemized the bar out of the injury, the soldier sighing immediately, relieved if not just a bit. But, the job was not done. Onira continued, ripping off the cloth around the injury, and then placing a hand on the now bare skin. Once again, alchemy was used, the wound healing up. Well, not completely. The bone, veins, and flesh had all been fixed, but the muscle was still ripped to shreds in that area. The mobility for that leg would be limited, as well as probably hurt like a bitch.

"How is it?"

The soldier sighed again, now with a bit of a smile on his face.

"Good. Now then, I'm gonna need you to rest that a bit. The muscle still needs to heal, so keep off that leg, alright?"

The soldier's expression fell to seriousness, looking into Onira's violet orbs.

"How the hell can you say that?! I'm a soldier, and we're in a fucking battlefield."

Onira stared back for a moment, the two's eyes locked for the moment. Finally, Onira hung his head, standing up and walking over to one of the overhead compartments. He began rummaging through it, talking as he did so. This time to the elk.

"Y'all right, bud?"

Saisho, as if hearing him loud and clear, gave a quick huff. Onira smiled, the expression going unseen. However, seeming to find what he needed in the compartment, the mage twirled around to look at the soldier again, now in his hands a fiarly loose tinfoil-looking square. The soldier probably knew what it was already. An emergency blanket.

Onira looped it around his back, meeting the top two corners of the blanket in-front of his neck. From here, he placed a hand on the two corners, the corners suddenly forming into one piece, and leaving Onira with a sort of foil cape.

"See 13? I'll be just fine."

Onira picked up the stone gun off the floor, the place where he had apparently discarded it in the confusion. He gave the soldier another smile before hitting a small latch on the roof of the pod, the doors seperating and letting an amount of light flood in to the space. He took a breath, looking out to see... monsters?

Onira took one step before he fainted, heel turning slightly and buckling him over, his face slamming in to the snow. The soldier just sighed, the creatures looking quite confused. Saisho, as if sensing right off, nipped on to the neck cloth of Onira's blanket-cape, pulling back in to the pod. He let him drop from there, smacking the latch again with a horn, and the hatch doors closing back in. It was getting more and more pathetic wasn't it. Even more so troubling was the fact that the ghouls weren't dazed for long, before beginning to claw at the pod. They were hesitant at first, but then began to increase speed steadily. A poor, poor day for alchemists of the world. Hell, it was a poor day for ANYONE of the world.

[The Helper]

Anyone and everyone still on here gets 15 points for the fact that they WAITED on me for 4 months, and the fact that you're still here...