[RP] FFIX: The Return of the Mist

Beatrix's eyes widened as she saw the situation around her. Crazed Burmecians attacking? What madness was this? And how dare they attacked now, at a time like this! Had they no respect? No dignity? No restraint. Still, Beatrix kept the fury under wraps. Nothing would come of revealing this weakness at a time like this.

Drawing her sword, the Save the Queen, she prepared to rush into the fray. She always took this blade with her everywhere she went. Now, Beatrix was glad she did this. Otherwise she would have had to rely on magic alone, and, fearsome as it was, she would have to fight close range against an army this immense.

As if to confirm this thought, a Burmecian flew at her with a shortsword, stabbing wildly at her. Beatrix dodged and sliced downwards, cutting clean through the Burmecian's torso. He fell to the ground, wounded, maybe dying. Beatrix didn't know, or care. She moved into a group of Burmecians surrounding civilians and gathered magic to her fingertips. She had used this in her battles against Vivi. How fittig that she would use it now.

Standing in front of the civilians toprotect them from the effects of the spell, she let the magic fly in a sizzling burst of electricity. It was Stock Break, the powerful spell that had won her so many battles. The Burmecian soldiers, lifted off their feet, flew back to hit their spines off the ground. Beatrix pulled up the civilians and glared at them. "Go, run!" she snapped, and when they did, turned back to face the aggressive Burmecians, brandishing her sword.
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The little girl continued to skip through Alexandria. Her eyes gleamed with emotion. But it was not the terror or sorrow of any other child. No. This was joy. Delight at how the groups were tearing each other apart, she moved on. None of the attackers so much as touched a hair on her head. A little smile, then a giggle, escaped the tiny figure's rose red lips, then she was lost to sight in the bloodshed.

 
Sanjia had been walking around Alexandria, looking for something to do, and getting used to the area. A few people had come from one area looking rather sad, but he was unsure as to why. One of them had a sword with her, but since this was a large place, he figured she was a soldier. As he started to walk away, he could hear familiar sounds to him: sounds of battle. Turning around, he saw the same woman fighting a group of hostiles. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a handful of them were on the ground.

"Go, run!"

Seeing this as an opportunity to help, he ran up toward her, drawing his sword. He didn't know how she would react, and he didn't really care. All he wanted to do was help out, and the last thing he wanted was to see this soldier dead. One of the attackers ran to strike him, but Sanjia cut him down with a sideways slash. He stopped right next to Beatrix and looked at the next wave of attackers.

"Need a hand, lady?"
 
Raistlin flew out of that place like a bat out of Hell. It was at times like these he was very glad he spent half of his fortune of this airship. He set the engines to full speed, and set a course for Alexandria. Sitting down in his chair, he looked out of the bridge window and started talking to himself. “You know, I didn't even get their names... Not that they mattered, they would have still tried to kill me. However, you would think that people wouldn't be so... Easy to turn on each other.”


There was the sound of something falling in main wing of the ship. Turning his head to the left, Raistlin saw his trusty Scythe. Left to him by his Father before his passing, it had always served Raistlin quite well. Picking it up with ease, he stood up and walked with ease to the main wing of the ship. There were three of them... Three of the workers that had went insane and started trying to kill him... On his ship. It was already bad enough that he had to allow these unwashed peasants on his ship in the first place, but to try and murder him and step aboard again...


In anger, Raistlin quickly walked forward and positioned his Scythe to his side, pointy end of the Scythe facing down. He made it to the one in the middle when it swung at him. Contorting his body to the side, he swung his Scythe forward, and with the reach of the Scythe, it hit the one on the far right in the head, killing him instantly. Brain matter and blood falling on the floor of his ship.


Now that he was positioned in such a manner, he dove forward, dodging the blows of the one on the far left, and making it between both of them. Kicking the one on the right in the stomach and causing him to bend over, Raistlin rolled over on his back, using his body as leverage to swing his Scythe into the stomach of the other insane one. Flinging his body into the wall, killing him. Landing on his feet, he put the palm of his hand on the head of the last one, electrocuting him with brisk ease.


“Someone is going to have to clean this mess up later.” Raistlin said as he took note of the brain, blood, and intestine on his ship floor. He wasn't very fond of messes, and this one was rather... big. He turned away from the sight and went back to the bridge of the ship. He was rather angry, he didn't enjoy being attacked at random, and he sure as hell didn't like being attacked on his own ship.


How did they even get on the ship anyway, Raistlin thought. He was the first one out when people were going all “aarg” at him. They could have snuck on the ship somehow while he wasn't looking, or maybe they followed him and got on last minute. “Well, it doesn't matter, they're dead now.”


It would take about an hour to get to Alexandria at this rate. He had to warn someone about this, and he hadn't met the new Queen yet. So, what better way to meet her than to tell her, “Hey, crazy insane lunatic zombie people are trying to kill us all. Oh yeah, and the mist is back. Good times... Good times...”?


So it wouldn't be the greatest meeting in the world, but it was necessary. Besides, he could have a statue or something erected in his honor or even get paid for being the hero that warned them all. But then... What if someone from Lindblum saw him? They may recognize him, and want their money back. This put him in quite the bind... He was going to have to pay someone off to pose as him... But that wouldn't get him any recognition at all!


As he was thinking about this, he had realized that an hour had passed, and that he was nearing Alexandria. He didn't want to land inside the city, there was supposed to be a funeral for some kid with a rather dark complexion today. Apparently he knew magic and save something. Raistlin was behind on the times.


Landing his ship east of Alexandria, he got out and started walking towards the front gate. “Odd... There are no guards.” Raistlin thought aloud. However, he could hear some panicking inside the city. Walking through the front gate and into the circular beginnings of the city, he saw Burmecians attacking the people of Alexandria. Each and everyone of them with that same blank distant stare of the men that were touched by that mist back at Ispins Castle.


Moving his Scythe in an attack stance, he readied for combat. “Today is going to be a rather shitty day.”
 
As Blank jogged through the city towards the Castle, he saw people going in the direction of Vivi's memorial, and others comming away. he took the stairs up to the castle two at a time and went through the gates. he then slowed to a walk as he headed throught the Castle grounds, Striding with pride.

as he got closer he saw a knight Standing by a Door. "Is the king in his chambers?" Blank asked looking at him "I do not believe the king has Returned from the memorial of young master Vivi" the knight replied "okay then, I'll wait"
 
BRACE YOURSELF

Luca watched in horror as the Burmecian attacked Freya. The stench of blood and battle emanating from the swarm of Freya's kin assaulted Luca's nostrils, nearly knocking him backward a pace. He stared, amazed, as Freya gracefully leaped into the air and landed beside him.

"I suggest you run."

Truth be told, it was the first thought that had entered his mind. He was not much of a fighter, and his instinct to flee was the first one to register. But some part of his mind reminded him that one of the heroes of Brahne's War was about to enter into a battle. He would never have been able to live with the shame if he cowered in a corner while Freya fought to protect Alexandria. His only weapon was a dagger he carried strapped to his ankle. He withdrew it, and simultaneously pulled out an extra vial of essence of Fira. He had grabbed it as a last minute precaution in case one of the others broke on the way to the memorial. Now it would serve a different purpose.

Cracking open the vial, he poured its contents into his open palm. The red liquid seethed and roiled. Luca winced as the heat contained within the magical essence singed his hand. He drew the blade of his dagger through the liquid, imbuing the blade with the magic. The blade now gave off a faint orange glow as tiny flames danced along its surface.

Luca stepped up next to Freya and took a defensive stance. At that moment, another woman ran one of the Burmecians through before addressing Freya. Luca paused a moment, then spoke.

"After you, ladies."
 
OOC: Late, and the abilities I have so far are: White Wind, 1000 Needles (not used, I just have it because cactuar? in an RP?), Goblin Punch, Angel Snack, and Aqua Breath.

IC: Quina heard a commotion outside. Sounded like fighting. S/he decided that there might be tasty enemies out there, S/he grabbed up his/her ultimate weapon, earned by defeating his/her master Quale: The Gastro Fork. Running outside, Quina found Burmecian soldiers disrupting the funeral, and people fighting back, two who Quina knew as Freya and Beatrix. Deciding to take the initiative, Quina rushed forward past the two women towards the troops.

Quina stopped just in front of the zombie-like troops and let out a stream of water and bubbles, the Aqua Breath technique. Those hit staggered back, as the water-based move drained them by roughly a quarter. The rest came advancing forward. "Quina here to help!" Quina called out, bringing the fork up in one hand in preparation to start stabbing.

Wow.... Quina really is... the kindest term would be unique.

Music!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVrQv36YFgg&feature=related
 
Seraphyna felt melancholy. That was a bit of an understatement if the truth be told. After all, she was mourning the "death" of perhaps the best friend the girl had ever known. It felt as if there was a dark cloud looming over her. One that no amount of sunshine would ever be able to pierce. Vivi... he was gone. There was no solace for Seraphyna so long as she thought about that one fact. He was gone and she was left here to watch those who barely knew him mourn over him. He was a hero. He had touched many hearts and yet, very few knew he had touched hers.

She gave the statue a small smile as the man created a merrily flickering flame within the outstretched palm. It was a very impressive piece of work, that much went unsaid. Vivi would have found the way it hovered without any seen aid to be as fascinating as she did, surely. After all... it was almost like magic, but of a whole different kind.

Moving away, Sera wandered through the throngs of people, lost in her own thoughts. She wished to speak with those who had fought alongside Vivi in Brahne's War... to tell them that she understood there loss. But did she? Vivi might have been her best friend these last few years, but it was doubtful they knew of her, nor that she felt the same sort of bond they did. Afterall... there was friendship born of solely spending time with someone, and then there were the bonds of battle. Seraphyna couldn't even begin to comprehend how the loss of Vivi had affected those who had fought alongside him.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a small scuffle between a Burmecian leading others and one Freya Crescent. Seraphyna found herself watching in awe as the Dragon Knight leapt into the air to avoid an attack, before her eyes alighted upon the intruding Burmecians. Something was wrong... very very wrong.

Seraphyna could not move her eyes from the horror as the Burmecian tore a female soldier apart, her focus fixated. People started engaging in battle with these... zombified Burmecians (for lack of a better term) causing Seraphyna to almost act on her first impulse; to turn and flee.

"Invade on Vivi's day, will you?"

The voice was distinctly feminine and Seraphyna turned to find herself face to face with a woman wielding a large axe.

Lani, having once been sent to kill Vivi, stood with her weapon in hand, eyes blazing at the intrusion of the Black Mage's memorial. She gave Seraphyna a small glance before looking back at her.

"Unless you're able to handle yourself, I'd suggest you get out of the line of fire," her tone was friendly, but at the same time had a note of concern within it. Lani was going to do her damnedest to protect Vivi's memory.

Seraphyna looked towards the Burmecians before giving Lani a return look, picking a card from the four she held.

"For Vivi?" she asked the other woman.


"For Vivi." Lani responded, grasping her axe in both hands.

Seraphyna held the card between her hands as it burst into flame, forming a stave of flickering embers. Vivi fixed firmly in her mind, the Mage threw the fiery stave at one of the oncoming Burmecians as Lani followed after it, her axe swinging with all her strength.

Nothing was going to tarnish their memories of today.
 
as Blank stood around in the Castle, he heard fighting commming from outside, he Strode out onto the Balcony and saw Buremacian's attacking Vivi's memorial "Dammit" he announced before jumping off and landing around 20 feet below. he then sprinted towards the Fighting un-sheathing his sword. "Your mine!" he shouted as he charged into the middle and cut a Buremacian almost in half screaming out "Haa" as he did so.

he then spun around and dodged a spear comming towards him, he glanced around and noticed that Beatrix, Quina and Freya were among others in the battle. "I may not be as Experienced as them, but i can give it a go" he thought to himself as he dodged another spear and pickpocketed a potion from the soldier before stabbing him through the chest.
 
Alexandra payed no heed to the man with the glowing dagger. A Burmecian rabidly charged at the young warrior. But payed for it by getting his throat sliced off.

"How courteous of you." She finally said before putting one dagger in her sheath and then stabbing a knife through another Burmecian's chest. "Anytime you're ready to fight guys, it would be much appreciated."

A Burmecian jumped high into the air, higher than she could reach, and tried to jump down on her. Alexandra in response ran towards a building wall, and in an impressive display of agility, ran up the building and jumped off before gravity would try to slow her ascent further. She was lucky, as the former Tantalus member was able to do 2 spinning kicks at the Burmecian, knocking him back and putting the rat through the roof of a two story building.
 
Brannt simply stood there as more and more Burmecians poured through the gates. On the opposite side others were showing up to defend Alexandria with Freya. Quina, the Qu chef than had come with Zidane, Beatrix,the famed general of Alexandria, Blank, Zidane's brother in Tantalus, and several others whom he did not know.

As of yet neither the defenders or the Burmecians had noticed him standing off to the side, until now. A pair of Burmecians had peeled off and came toward him. "I was hoping to avoid getting involved in this but it seems I must..." he muttered. He brought up his sword in an upward slash, cutting the first one down. Extending his off hand he cast Thundara on the second one, bringing them down.

'If these two came after me then it's certain that others will follow suit,' he thought. 'It would be better if I moved with the others.' He ran to stand beside Freya and let his sword's tip rest on the ground. "Freya Crescent, assassin of my younger brother and savior of the genomes. It would seem that I have been caught up in this as well. If you would need it you have my blade and my magic."
 
As Blank sliced down another of the Buremacian's, he noticed Zidane in the fray of the fight, he charged over, dodging a couple of spear attacks on route. as he arrived he slid through the feet of a soldier, cutting him in half as he went. his slide connected him to the corpse of a soldier that he used as a stopper and his momentum took him to his feet.

"Zidane" he announced as he bloked a spear attack "this is no place for the king of Alexandria" he then added kicking the Soldier who attacked him in the chest. parrying more blows he realised that getting involved in this fight may have been a bad idea.

in the corner of Blank's eye he noticed a Soldier charging towards him, his leather armour made him lighter "Screw it" Blank announced as he ducked under the Soldiers spear thrust, moving close enough to grab his belt, he yanked the Soldiers leather belt off and then lashed him in the face with it, as the soldier fell to the ground, as did his trousers.

OOC: Sorry bout the comedy bit, lacking inspiration a bit.
 
Almost murdered by insane zombie people... twice, blood all over his airship, and now more zombie people here in Alexandria, Raistlin was not in a good mood. Scythe over his shoulder and zombie rat people in front of him, all looking at him with that blank, emotionless stare, Raistlin was ready to fight. There were about 11 in front of him, he didn't have any time to pull any fancy maneuvers out of his ass like on the airship.


“Sir, please help us.” Raistlin heard as he noticed a couple of children behind him. Obviously they were scared, and they couldn't really do much to protect themselves. “Fine, but stay a few feet behind me. One stray swing with this and you'll lose your head.”


As soon as he finished warning the children, he shot lightning out of his fingertips hitting most of the zombies in front of him. While they were stunned, he used his shoulder to swing the scythe upward, crashing down into the head of one, killing it instantly. Jerking the scythe back towards himself, all facial features of the Burmecian's face left. Chunks of it hit Raistlin's chest, covering him in blood, and other things.


Two of the remaining 10 Burmecians jumped behind Raistlin as the others closed in. They were after the children. Turning his back on the other 8, he thrust the end of his scythe into the back of one, not killing him, but severing his spine, rendering him unable to move. The Burmecian was stuck on the end of his scythe, so Raistlin flung his body at the other crazed rat person and knocked him over. Giving Raistlin more than enough time to shoot more lightning at the head of the other one, killing him instantly.


6 left, and one made it behind Raistlin. Unable to react quickly enough, the crazed Burmecian drove a dagger into Raistlin's left shoulder. Going for another stab, the Burmecian drove the dagger down once more. However, Raistlin ducked, rolled sideways, and lifted up on the Scythe, severing the face off of the Burmecian. It was a gruesome sight as the face slid off the skull, reveling the innermost anatomy of a Burmecian.


“It was nice facing off with you!” Raistlin punned out loud. Shoulder still hurting, he knew he had to take care of the other 5. However, without being able to use his Scythe much longer, he used his Dark Magic to make his Scythe vanish. He was going to have to go hand to hand. Much similar to using lighting by shooting it out of his fingertips, he gathered it to his hands. One touch and he would send an opponent flying. 300,000 volts of electricity would do that to a man... Or a rat. The only problem being, that it would drain him tenfold for every hit.


All at once, the remaining 5 charged at him. The first one swung with a spear, Raistlin dodged under it, and came up with a uppercut with his left arm, sending him flying. He would be dead before he hit the ground. However, Raistlin also felt the blow of magical power leaving him, and the sting of his shoulder pulsating throughout every slight movement. Coming at him from the right, another rat person attacked. With a quick back hand to the face, Raistlin sent him flying against the wall. Raistlin heard his skull crack as he hit the wall. He also felt more energy leaving him.


Raistlin was either going to have to be saved, or end up risking his life to kill the remaining 4 Burmecians.


“Today really, really, sucks.”
 
Cid had had very little to say at Vivi's memorial, as he had after all only met the young black mage a few times over the years, and never really struck up proper conversation with him. Even during the rebuilding of Alexandria he had been instructing much more of the building work around the palace unlike Vivi who had been helping further out into the main town. So he had said his short piece then said goodbye to Zidane and Garnet before returning to the castle.

As neither Zidane nor Garnet had much experience running a kingdom, and due to the massive rebuild of both his own nation and theirs, Cid had a semi-permanent room within Alexandria castle, where he was currntly sitting adding the finishing touches to his most recent ship design, something special he had planned, when he heard a voice outside. It took him a few moments as he had been concentrating on the plans but he recognised the voice as one member of Tantalus, the group he had ordered to kidnap Garnet 6 years ago... "I'll wait here" he heard the man say, unsure of who exactly it was outside, Cid got up to find out, but by the time he had reached the door, he found the hallway empty.

Looking along it he saw an open window, then, from outside heard the familiar noise of battle. He assumed he hadn't noticed this in his room as he had the window shut...
Peering out he saw what appeared to be Burmecians running through the streets attacking randomly, and extremely violently. He turned to the guards who had been brought with him from Lindblum. "Listen to me, Zidane and Garnet are out there and they may well decide to fight, no Alexandria has already lost one leader in the past few years and it cannot afford to lose another, go out there and help the Alexandrian soldiers protect them, I shall be fine here, meet me back at the airship."

Cidd ismissed his men before retrieving his plans from his room and making his way towards the airship dock within the castle. This day had gone wrong, and using the resources available to him on his ship he was determined to start finding out why, other projects could be postponed for now.
 
((OOC: Better late than never, I suppose.))

NOT AGAIN

Freya was surprised at the sudden allies she found next to her. She was loathe to allow someone to kill her kin, but it was obvious there was very little vestige of Burmecian left in the attacking mobs. And with the sheer number of them approaching, she would need all the help she could get.

"After you, ladies."

Putting aside the familiarity of her enemy, Freya jumped into the fray. Leaping high above a group of Burmecians, she thrust her spear down into their midst, impaling one through its chest and pinning it to the ground. Landing deftly on the ground, she aimed a kick to the knee of another Burmecian, causing it to buckle and sending it to the ground momentarily. The maneuver gave her enough time to yank her spear out of the corpse at her right hand. Sweeping it around horizontally, she cut down another Burmecian with the sharp edge of the point and created some space for her to operate.

Sneaking a glance over the heads of her nearest combatants, she attempted to locate her newfound allies and see how they were faring. What she saw was something much more horrifying.

Standing at the rear of the still-approaching mob of Burmecians was one who stood slightly taller and broader at the shoulders than the rest of his kind. "No," she whispered brokenly. Her moment's hesitation cost her, as the group of Burmecians swarmed her, knocking Freya on her back. It was all she could do to fend them off with her spear. But, then again, having seen what she had, she was not entirely sure she wanted to fend them off.
 
He passed under the archway at the forefront of the city, welcoming him to the great courtyard of Alexandria. People were visibly scurrying in a perplexed manner as the attack continued, completely to their persistent surprise. He kept hearing people shouting "why?!" as they fled the more active scene in the city, prompting slight anger in Zephon. There was no benefit to be had in explaining to these people - or anyone for that matter why he was doing this to Gaia, except for perhaps getting grim satisfaction out of their reaction. But alas, their not-knowing was hardly their fault, so he contained himself and continued his advance into the heart of Alexandria.

It is not common practice for Zephon to wander onto a battlefield that was not threatening his plans, but curiosity was overwhelming in this instance. He'd never seen the Mist have such an adverse reaction to its victims - his current understanding was that it merely influenced a particular part of their brain, however this experiment seemed to be reaping quite a few results. It is from this instance that Zephon understood his main weapon, and devised more effective ways of utilising this benefit. Costly, however, as he seemed to possess no commanding control over these Burmecians, but he could now effectively build an army comprised of his target's own inhabitants.

"Tahaka dear, I think we've stumbled upon a nugget of wisdom." He beckoned to the small girl to approach his side. "I'm sure you won't hate me for it sister, but there's a lot of work for you from now on. Who knows what you could end up killing!

Say..." Zephon looked upon the fray "... fancy playing a game?"
 
As Blank continued fighting he noticed Freya Getting knocked to the Ground, hecharged over, cutting down a couple of Buremacian's as he went, he slammed into one that was preparing it's spear to attack Freya and knocked it back, he glanced back over his shoulder and shot her a smile as he spun around and pickpocketed a pouch of gil from one of the buremacia's before Striking it down.

Blank slid the pouch of Gil into his pocket as he took another Glance at Freya "you getting up or not?" he announced with a smirk.
 
Quina, meanwhile, had his/her own problems.

The burmecians just wouldn't stop advancing. No matter how many were stabbed through the chest by his/her fork, there seemed to be two more to replace it. What was a creature like that called? Oh yeah a hydra. Quina thought briefly about what a hydra would taste like, and if tasted good if it could provide infinite yummie-yum- OWCH!

Quina was hit a by a Burmecian! Quina staggered back, before using Goblin Punch to hit it in the groin, causing it to collapse. This was followed by the fork stabbing downward briefly before the battle continued. She/he watched as Freya fell to the ground, only for Blank to jump up and defend her. Quina ran over in that direction and stabbed his/her fork out, catching a Burmecian in the throat. It fell back, and Quina spoke. "Freya, Blank, both OK?"

As this was being said, Quina decided to unleash another Blue Magic: White Wind. The wind stirred up, and as it touched the defenders, there wounds were healed. Not fully: in fact, it was only equal to a 1/3 of Quina's own max fitness. However, that was still a bit, and the healing would most likely help the defenders a lot.

Quina readied his/her fork in preparation for more enemies. They kept coming, but they still stood a chance of ending this fight.
 
Brannt watched as Blank came to his side, mistaking him for Zidane. 'Do my clothes really make me look like a king?' he thought as Blank sprinted off to Freya's rescue. "I'm not Zidane..." he muttered after Blank, "The hair should give it away." With that he shook the said locks out of his face and returned to the battle at hand.

A trio of Burmecians approached him in an attempt to flank him. Taking the initiative the flipped over the one to his left and cut him down in a blaze of fire from his blade. Placing his blade perpendicular to his body he charged the one that would've come from the front, lightning charged blade severing torso from waist. The third attacked Brannt who blocked with his blade.

Brannt got a chance to look into their eyes now. They were almost glazed over, as though all other thoughts had been erased from their minds. Everything but battle. Brannt remembered something like this. The continent he was on was called the Mist Continent for a reason: at one point the entire continent had been covered in Mist. Mist caused a battlelust in the populace. But it wasn't this serious, at least not from the accounts he had heard. By his calculations, to go this far down that path would mean heavy exposure to Mist. And by the looks of the onslaught, the entire Burmecian kingdom had been affected.

Caught in his musings, the Burmecian soldier took the opportunity to force even more on his lance, bringing it even closer to Brannt. Brannt twirled around and to the side,causing the Burmecian to go sprawling forward in two frozen pieces, Blizzard Slash both cutting the soldier in half and freezing him.

"This does not look good for us..." he said aloud as he cast Fira in the midst of the crowd. The flame spiral burned those within it and scattered flaming ash that set others aflame.
 
As a Burmecian soldier leapt at Beatrix, she lifted her sword, cut through the air and sliced her, sending her tumbling to the ground in a single, elegant slash. Her hair stood up on end as she sent an electrical charge at another large cluster of Burmecian men, scattering them like flower petals, her face focussed and determined as she lifted the Save the Queen, preparing to unleash a second Shock spell.

As she did, she was stopped by the appearance of a man with a weapon. She lifted her sword, then realized he wasn't a Burmecian, and that he was offering help. Turning back to the Burmecians, she redirected her gaze upon the Burmecians, and addressed Quina, Luca, Blank, Freya and the newcomer calmly.

"Charge."
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Dahaka smiled viciously as it raised its hand into the air, looking at the nails almost as though in wonder, a little giggle escaping its mouth as it looked at the chaos around it. Its innocent blue eyes sparkled in delight as it watched Freya slaughter her own kin. Mist addled, insane This was truly fantastic to behold.

Dahaka paused in its revelations as it saw its master, Zephon, beckoning it. The little girl skipped over, looking at Zephon obediantly, waiting for him to speak. It was not disappointed by Zephon's words. The smile reformed on its face as it heard that there was work to be done, people to slaughter. The delight Dahaka would have!

And now a game? Dahaka's smile widened. This was going to be fun. Zephon's games were always a delight to play, and it nodded fervently, ready for whatever Zephon had in store. "Yes! I wanna play a game!"
 
Alexandra, upon given the order (although not in the army itself) to charge into battle by Beatrix, she complied and moved forward to attack the Burmecians, slashing at one such person with her dagger and kicking another rat in the back. That however, was not until she tried to do a similar feat on a third Burmecian did Alexandra falter. The rat grabbed her in the leg and tossed her to the stone wall, knocking her down. Unfortunately for the Burmecian, there was a difference between knocking her down, and knocking her out, and by the time he realized that he was attacked again, he was already desperately trying to get air, with a dagger impaling his neck.

"All right, who else wants some?"
 
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