Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
Post by Maria Stark on Apr 20, 2014 12:41:53 GMT -5
The final Morning star hit her... The pain was immense... She fell down from the blast. Such a powerful attack. She tried her best to stand up but that went slowly. A few other attacks aimed at flew over her. When Akira healed Maria again she felt the relief. She really wondered who that person was. She seemed be very strong. Maria looked around and all was chaos. People started to fight among themselves and other shadows were fighting here as well. "Stop and concentrate on the big guy!" She shouted while watching at the big shadow in the distance. She was sure it would come back if the wolf was defeated. "There" She fired another gust of wind at all the enemy shadows.
action: boosted Magarula at Alvis, Vice and The wolf.
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Apr 20, 2014 12:49:49 GMT -5
He managed to land an attack on the girl. Landing a hit during their last fight seemed to be somewhat easier. Not only was this girl fast, but the man was feeling rather slow during this battle. He could only sum that up to be the work of one of the other kids here. But was the man really worrying about that? No. He was more focused on continuing to land hits on the girl no matter how pointless it seemed. the man was running on pure rage at this point.
The best part was when the girl tried to reason with him though. Telling him that it wasn't working; telling him to pull out. She was likely trying to reason with him, yet his actions had only made him angrier. Words didn't come from the man. Instead, feral noises came out in their place. He did not attack after that. Instead, he attempted to grab and strangle the girl. Lunging at Akira, the man's hand reached for the base of the girl's neck and squeezed down, hopefully grabbing it. I'll snap your friggin' neck right here! The man's eyes were bright yellow and filled with anger as he spoke. All it would take is a simple movement of his hand to snap such a tiny neck.
Action: Grab and Snap Akira's neck (attempt anyway)
Miss Roll ov7fVEf41-51-5
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2014 12:50:39 GMT -5 by Alvis Hartmann
Post by John Nicholson on Apr 20, 2014 14:59:51 GMT -5
It seemed darkness was quite effective at damaging all enemies at least moderately. John was pleased that his sole elemental ability was so effective, especially against the current main enemy. The behaviour of some of the users however, was less than pleasing. He admitted he himself lost control of his feelings earlier, but at least his emotional outburst still kept him focused on the enemy. Regardless, John could understand their behaviour at least to a certain degree. Most of the people present here were just barel adults after all. And he was pretty sure he was the only one present who had served in the military.
Still, that wasn't an excuse for some of the excesses he could bear witness to right now. the bickering was annoying but understandable. What was less understandable were the people attacking one another and ignoring the real enemy, that being the shadows constantly blasting everyone with huge blast of destructive energy. John felt the desire to shout out at them and tell them to save any personal vendettas for later on. However, multiple people had already tried getting through to them like that and all attempts of that nature had either escelated the situation or fallen on deaf ears. Deeming any attempts at breaking up the infighting a ost cause, at least for now, John turned his sights on the shadows again. Not a moment too soon too it seemed, as they were all poised for another wave of attacks of their own.
The aim of hammer turtle and Vice-killer, as John had nicknamed them for the moment, seemed to still be affected by that weakening power used by the blonde persona user.Thus, John needed to do little more than stand still to avoid their respective attacks. The giant wolf though, was still at near-full strenght at the moment. It fired a barrage of spikes at everyone present then continued it's attacks on other people, John did not have time to see who it were as e was already attempting to dodge the spike aimed at him. The recent loss of buffs caused by that same wolf however. Had left him too sluggish to make any real attempt at fancy acrobatics. His agility had already been slightly buffed back up. yet it wasn't enough. The spike hit him in the upper left leg, tearing mscle and vessels on its way through.
It was a sore reminder to John that despite the power of the persona he used. He was still only human. The pain didn't last long though, as the girl that had proven herself such a capable healer last month again showed her impressive restorative abilities. The pain was already gone, and as he pulled the spike out, the wound itself was also quickly healed. John steadied himself for a moment. After confirming the wound had left no lasting damage, he cast another wave of darkness at the shadows. Briefly contemplating to direct some of the damage to the users currently figthing one another, but ultimately deciding against it. It would probabmy only irther escelate the situation.
Action: Mamudoon on all antagonistic shadows, along with the currently ambigious wolf.
Dodge roll for Giant wolf lazer of doom. TefKzwKE1-5 1-5
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2014 16:21:55 GMT -5 by John Nicholson
The wolf realized that it was reaching its limit by fighting all of these users for the period of time that it had. The rainbow hue from its body was beginning to fade in and out as it realized this. Its eyes that glowed a bright white had slowly become a dull gray. Realizing this, the beast took up a proud position before looking down at all the users. Opening its mouth, the pointed spines of fur on the beast slowly began to turn vibrant colors. Electrical surges began to travel around it as an aura of energy formed. A mass of energy formed in front of the beast before sending a beam of energy at everyone. Everyone is hit for major almighty damage!
A moment later, the color of the beast faded once again. More attacks struck it, and slowly, the beast began to fall down. Its weight tumbled off the building and onto the ground where its corpse faded in a way that was unlike that of a shadow. And thus, the time stop seemed to end allowing time to resume. All that was left was the ominous feeling that the beast gave off.
Post by Tristan Carter on Apr 20, 2014 16:25:34 GMT -5
Tristan grimaced. He had blacked out momentarily... He wasn't entirely sure why. All he knew was that the wolf just attacked then faded. The boy knew that it was a different way than how normal shadows dissipated...
Suddenly, the boy felt the air change. He went and looked at the city; people were moving around once more. With a look around at the others, Tristan realized what had happened: The battle was actually over this time around.
He smiled, then took a look around at the shadows. He knew fighting them now would do nothing, so he simply shrugged. He was waiting for someone to say something about food. While he blacked out, he must have worked up an appetite.
Post by Kyle Shibata on Apr 20, 2014 16:37:36 GMT -5
Kyle was hit by that last wave of attack just as he watched Vice... or rather, the Shadow, go down. The Rakukajas on him from Phoebe helped cushion it a bit but holy hell, did it ever hurt. He was knocked off his feet and hit the ground with a loud grunt. He tumbled backwards and came to a stop, practically on his shoulders with his legs in the air... then they crashed down with a mighty thump like a felled tree.
"Son of a bitch..." he cursed and managed to push himself back on his elbow. "The fuck happen? D'we get the shithead furball?"
He tried to get up but he found that his legs wouldn't obey him. "Uh... little help here?"
Then he realized. They still had two goddamn Shadows sitting around. Well. Shit.
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
Post by John Nicholson on Apr 20, 2014 16:59:30 GMT -5
It seemed John's contineud assault bore fruit. The wolf momentarily faltered in it's assault. It seemed to be fatally wounded. John relaxed for just a small moment. The death of the wolf would stack the odds even more against the remaining shadows. It came as a surpise to John when the wolf flared back to life and charged what seemed like the same all-destroying power that Vice-killer had been wantonly casting throughout the battle. The energy was swept all across the battlefield in an almigthy beam of destruction. John flinched at the display of prima power. A small moment of innatentiveness that proved to be his undoing. He was caught in the path of this desperate final blow, piercing right trough the protective power of his persona.
At that moment, he might as well have been naked. The beam of light cut his body asunder, unhindered by his persona. At the moment of impact, time slowed to a crawl. John knew this visceral feeling. He had felt it only once before It was the feeling of encroaching death. For that short, moment, he stood again, at the border of life and death. The black oblivion beckoned to him, as it did all those years ago. For a moment, John considered letting go, leaving his earhtly shell behind and crossing over for the final yourney. Then however, his mind sprung back to a familiar collection of faces.
It were the faces of all the persona users he had met in the recent weeks. Some were vague, as he only knew them vaguely. Others however, were clear as day. The faces of Phoebe, Vice, Tristan and that crazy bastard Kyle. It was an ephiphany. All his efforts to isolate himself from them for fear of losing them had been the wrong way all this time. He knew now, isolation was not the answer. Instead, he would stand by their side in times of need so as to prevent losing them in the first place.
It was not just that however, he knew that Vice would not approve of John unceremoniously dying at a cheap shot from some kind of stupid oversized dog. He was a good mentor, that man. If John were to die now, he would never be able to bring Vice's kiler to justice. This final realization is what flung him back to reality.
John lay on the temple grounds. Heavily wounder, but alive. Laying on him was some sort of shimering trinket. He could feel this object even in his current unconcious state. It stood like a beacon of light. Spurring him to not again descend into the darkness of near-death. His conciousness briefly faded back into being. He could see the temple grounds a carnage. The wolf however, lay dead on the ground. Satisfied that he had assisted in it's slaying, he let go.Not of life mind, Just of conciousness. It was quite taxing forcing himself into a concious state after all.
And thus he remained there on the ground. Unconcious and injured, but not to the point that he could be brought back. In fact, once he had overcome the throes of death. A simple reviving spell would be enough to bring him back.
Action: Incapacitated by sudden rainbow wolf cheap shot.
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2014 19:14:42 GMT -5 by John Nicholson
Post by Akira Nakajima on Apr 20, 2014 19:28:16 GMT -5
Going by the sounds behind him, it seemed that Amane had run. What else occurred? The Vice-killer apparently went on the defensive. While turtle-man hadn't left, he opted to try to attack just Akira, which meant that the overall intake had drastically dropped. The boy in drag sighed, shook his head, and stepped aside the clumsily inaccurate Shadow, still offering a slight smile. Then the wolf sent a wave of destruction out. The boy twirled to evade, noticing that it soon fell afterward. In other words, they'd dropped to two enemies, a limited time for battle, and both of the other two had neglected attacking that time around. Well, seemed like everything turned from negative to positive all at once.
”Your forces are dwindling. Take my word for it, you're not gonna get out of here safely if you persist. And you just failed to take your anger out on me. While I have no issues with de-shelling a turtle, I have better things to do right now. And others can take care of you, if need be. So, please, Mister, just leave.” With that, the still pleasantly-smiling boy in drag shifted closer to the areas where the unconscious had piled up. He waved lightly to the box he had revived during the last major battle. Nice to know he was doing well enough. The boy clapped his hands together and rolled his head along on his shoulders. ”You all can keep fighting the others, if you want. I'm going to take care of the unconscious bunch here! If there's others that need revival, drag 'em on over, would you?” With that, he gestured for Alpha Elma, smiling as he shifted over the unconscious bodies and shifting them over- needed their faces up and ready for the life-saving love-making tail.
”Let's get these bodies moving, shall we? Elma, Samarecarm!” The boy in drag brought a hand to his mouth to hide a smile as the four-pronged tail split open, producing a bulbous appendage that twitched and oozed a clear fluid. The fluid was multi-purpose, but, in this case, it was being used for recovery purposes. The central length twitched, wiggling a little, as though it were homing in on a target. Then? It shot forward towards one male's face. The four prongs acted as curtains, half-hugging and half-covering his face and head, while the appendage itself shot straight into his mouth, releasing the healing ooze inside his oral cavity. The man was pretty tall-looking. Before that hair had been covered, the crossdresser noticed it had a brownish color. Oh well. When the tail pulled away, it was slime-covered, so color was irrelevant.
Next up was a man, same height as the first, with black hair. Much like the first use of Samarecarm, the tail clamped onto his head and invaded his mouth with the bulbous appendage. The process of squirting reviving medical fluids proceeded mostly without issue. Two down, two to go- unless there were more. Next was a girl. Well, woman. And what the hell was with everyone being the same height? Seriously, he was a small person reviving tall-bies. Well, whatever. The tail invaded, Samarecarm was used, and the woman's face, much like the first two, was left with a fairly thick coating of goo. Finally, he got to another male with black hair. Had a white lock, though. Well, whatever. Samarecarm was coming right up!
”Almost done! Any others need help?” He called out, looking away from his “patients”.
Post by Alvis Hartmann on Apr 20, 2014 21:43:57 GMT -5
Alvis went in for once last attempt at grabbing the girl's neck. All he had to do was grab and snap. Yet, he felt his body moving slowly, as if it lagged behind his thoughts. He watched the girl easily slip from his grasp effortlessly as she escaped him. Moments later, the man watched the wolf let lose one last attack that managed to hit him as well. Feeling the blow, the man looked up, realizing what was about to happen. Aside form that, he had taken quite the beating during this fight. He certainly didn't want to end up like last time either. The man returned to his human form, simply giving the young girl an unpleasant look as he spoke.
Scratching his head, the man took out his glasses from his now severely tattered outfit before putting his hands in his pockets. First off, I'd like to point out that nothing here was part of my forces. I could care less about that weird fucker that showed up, the fart bubble, or the puppy. Truly, the man had let his attack hit each and every person on the field had it connected. The words the girl said were extremely irritating as well. Extremely so. In fact, after listening to everyone bicker among themselves, the man was ready to blow a bullet through his head. Not that it would do much to him. He cracked his neck before turning towards the exit. And yeah. I don't plan on staying here. No point. I'll deal with you later. As for these other fucks. . . The man looked at the motley crew of users and began to speak.
YOU. FUCKS. ARE THE WORST TEAM I'VE EVER SEEN. He began with a simple statement. I simply came here because you kids woke me up. And even though half you dipshits weren't even paying attention to me, I'll still had to listen to all that garbage you spouted! FUCK! He turned back to the girl for a moment, looking her over a moment. You. What's your na-. . . actually, no. He turned away in an uninterested manner. A name for this girl would be pointless. There was no reason to ask for it. I'm done for today. Enjoy dealing with this migraine you call a team. Pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, the man pulled out a lighter and began to attempt to light it as he walked down the shrine steps. Without looking back, the man lifted his hand in the air as a simple farewell. After leaving, he'd likely wander the town a bit before returning home. Explaining the broken window to Soren could wait. Alvis knew that he would understand.
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2014 23:48:54 GMT -5 by Alvis Hartmann
Post by Holly Mason on Apr 20, 2014 22:34:58 GMT -5
Holly just rubbed her forehead as the battle continued to stay chaotic. She helped it a little. The obnoxious guy was no longer attacking the allies shadow and vice versa, the old man seemed to have calmed considerably, and the majority of the people that were flailing about and attacking random targets were now focused on the one that really needed to be dealt with. It was progress, even if it didn't make her feel that accomplished because it all should have been so obvious that she shouldn't have needed to say anything in the first place. Still, she wasn't going to yell at them. First, it wouldn't accomplish anything at all, and second, a lot of this was probably her fault for revealing the truth about Vice. Sure, they needed to know and she had no intention of hiding it, but perhaps it would have been better to wait until after the battle. Honesty was not necessarily a virtue after all.
The bullshit with that asshole with the gun and the girl that insulted her was another matter entirely though. She didn't even know where to begin. Holly had never wanted to bust some heads so badly. Once the wolf was dead, and after she carefully maneuvered around its final assault, she intended to do something about that. The girl, while likely a total bitch, was at least useful and was willing to do her part...mostly. Well enough that she didn't need to knock her nose into the dirt. The other guy however, deserved whatever came to him. It didn't even seem like she was going to have to do much work personally. Holly grabbed a few knives and threw them at that asshole in an attempt to pin his shirt and pants to a nearby tree. She figured everyone else would take care of the rest. With that, she turned to the girl and Ringo, pulling out a piece of paper and writing down her address and phone number.
"If any damage was done to any of your possessions, send the bill here," she attempted to hand the girl one of the slips of paper, but wouldn't push too hard if she just wouldn't take it. "Same if you need to replace them." She walked over to Ringo and did the same.
With that, it was time for the next order of business: make everyone feel less shitty or something. Really, she had no idea how she was going to accomplish this. With a shrug, she turned to Alisa and Luka figuring they might be able to help. She would have asked Ran too, but it looked like she was a little busy.
"If you two aren't busy, do you think you can help me calm everyone down? I think several of them could use it. If you have things to do don't feel obligated to stay around."
With that, she wrote another note with her address and phone number on a sheet of paper and attempted to hand it over to Ran.
"Next time you see Amane, can you give this to her and tell her that she can contact me any time she needs someone to talk to? I'd do it myself, but I think she'd feel better talking to someone she knows right now."
Once again, she didn't try to hard to push it onto her, and didn't linger around too long for a response. There was still a lot to do. A quick survey of the place told her which person she should prioritize. Some people looked sad, exhausted or just plan bad, but there was still one person visibly freaking out. Holly quickly ran over to where she was and quickly grabbed the wrist of the hand the girl was using to try to stab the shadowfied remains of Vice.
"Breathe. Do you really think losing your head like this is going to convince anyone that you're strong. Calm down. Breathe."
Normally she would have been cool with someone beating the shit out of that thing, but this kind of mental state was just not healthy. Even if it meant the shadow got away, helping this girl was more important. She didn't want a repeat of what happened to Vice, even if she didn't know her personally.
Other people said things, it didn't matter. They weren't really a team in the first place, they were just a random group of people that happened to show up in the same place because of a powerful presence. It worked for them in the past, but it looked like it might take a big more work to properly organize again. She still wasn't really sure how to go about it, but she was sure she would think of something.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Apr 20, 2014 23:24:50 GMT -5
What had that engagement brought? It was a question the woman conjugated as the pulse of energy whipped into her body and pushed her back. All in all, she had endured pain, faced death in the form of her heart acting up, and found that there was nothing for her to place hope in with the conglomeration of people there. Shirako had not expected a well-organized group of fighters, systematically engaging and tearing apart an enemy. That would be silly. Most of the people there were likely civilians turned Users, as opposed to Users from the get go. However, what she saw was essentially a load of children bickering amongst themselves, vying for power, and losing themselves to their emotions over the lose of life and other nonsense.
Order was not something randomly imposed on the battlefield, not in a place like that with undisciplined troops. It was something established well before the fact. Furthermore, the place and time to grieve was not in the middle of a fight. It was after the dust settled, when there was no one depending on your strength to pull through in a fight. She had fought alongside interesting and capable people in the past. They were strong. They were smart. They could handle themselves, and they didn't need someone barking orders. They could think and act on their own. Some of them lived. Some of them died. But, all in all, they were respectable, capable individuals. These kids? They. . . were nothing like that. She had hoped for moderated chaos. Complete order was impossible, she figured, given the circumstances. In the present, though? All she saw was unbridled chaos and a combination of hormones and emotions going rampant.
She had come in hopes of leads. These kids were so mixed up and confused at that point that, even if they did have information she could use, she would likely be unable to extract it. These kids needed to be taught a lesson in order- for their own safety. However, she wasn't a teacher anymore. She lost that right when she failed. Sighing to herself, she dismissed Yaksa. One of the remaining Shadows had left. The other would likely leave on its own. Whatever the case, the woman was done there. What hopes she had managed to scratch together had been thoroughly shattered. All that remained was an aching body and a weary mind.
Post by Ayakura Alisa on Apr 20, 2014 23:29:34 GMT -5
The great wolf on the shrine was reaching its limit from all the attacks being thrown at it. Faux-Vice seemed content on just biding his time it seemed, while the angry turtle decided to take a direct approach, charging towards Ran in an attempt to do something violent. Snap her neck? No, that's not how you do it. Ran did evade it easily. Everyone else was still fighting and battering the Shadows and the wolf still, but at some point the wolf beast looked down at all of us, it was releasing a last ditch attack and soon threw a giant laser beam at us. I weathered a good chunk of the blast and felt myself dig my feet back into the ground; but it did hurt a lot and I coughed slightly. However, as the attacks continued to rain down, it eventually fell and expired. That was not a Shadow...y way to go. Just what was that? I had a bad feeling about it.
But we still had some more problems. Faux-Vice and Angry Turtle Man were still around and they didn't seem to show signs of retreating. Many of us were knocked out by the attack, indicating that there were still a good chunk of us that were still growing. The old guard lost one since Vice turned Shadow too, so... Hmph. However, Ran quickly took the initiative and went to work on trying to resuscitate everybody with her spell 'Samarecarm' but I didn't really like the manner in which it was done. I hoped maybe it would not happen to me? I wonder how it felt. Though, eventually, Angry Turtle Man left after literally pointing out how immature everybody was acting. I seethed a little inside considering how correct this goddamn SHADOW with a TEMPER was.
I sighed and looked around as I walked. I didn't know what to expect, but I didn't think the remaining Shadow would be leaving just yet. I started charging electricity in my arm as I once again sighed, and I know Holly looked at Luka and myself wondering if I had any words or anything I could do to calm everyone down.
"You know, if I have to be honest," I started talking, still idly letting electricity overflow in my right arm. "I'm finding it very difficult to restrain myself from doing something I'm going to regret heavily. While I have to give props to all of us for at least fending off the Shadows," I said, looking at the wounded Vice-Shadow-Thing. "I really think that at the very least, we're not going to get better if we continue to act immaturely and fail to put aside our differences. At the core, we don't know each other all that well and half of us have a proper reason to fight and the other half are just in it for themselves. You better shape up or you'll get yourself killed. Anyway."
"I've got something I have to do."
I aimed my now completely electrified arm at Vice. Or what used to be Vice. And then I fired Ziodyne.
It was over, what seemed like far too soon for how everything had gone down. Pyxis didn't stow her weapons just yet, though. Finger guns still primed and ready go, she turned her attention on the remaining shadows. One reverted, then, with some angry but painfully true words, walked off with a wave. A wave. For someone who had been so angry in the middle of the fight, that seemed like a strange way to make his exit. But, whatever. That wasn't where her focus was anymore. She turned towards the shadow that had supposedly killed Vice. He was the greater threat, to her at least. After all, she hadn't taken a single bit of damage from angry turtle for the entire fight. Besides, this one was personal.
The fractured state of the group was a problem, of course. But it wasn't one they were going to solve tonight. She'd need to meet with more of them, and with the ones who were properly trying to keep everything organized. And work with them. Like she'd worked with Vice last time. For now, they could go their separate ways.
They would all have a long next month ahead of them, though.
She moved next to Alisa, raising one arm to point towards the winged shadow. "As I said before. I will kill you." She fired. The charge she had built up to finish off the wolf was instead unloaded on the winged shadow instead as Pyxis fired a volley at it.
Post by Sayu Nakano on Apr 21, 2014 0:03:51 GMT -5
That asshole didn't die. Instead, he tried to drain her energy. She had holstered her gun, reaching for a flashbang, but the pulse of energy from the wolf knocked her into Tamamo. Wincing and soundlessly growling, she pushed herself up and steady, only to have her relish stolen from her by that damn golden king wannabe. Her eyes were cold as she saw this cretin intercede. What, did she think she was helping? Apparently, going by the next words. The mute accepted neither the words nor the card. That bullshit wasn't going to improve her mood.
”Keep your fuckin' charity bullshit.” With that, the mute just reached for a flashbang and threw it in the bastard gunman's direction before walking off. Whether he was pinned to something and unable to get away or not was beyond her consideration. She was pissed. Even had her phone been damaged, and it wasn't mind, that cocky little blonde wasn't going to be able to replace it. People needed to keep their bullshit offers to themselves, especially if they couldn't take responsibility for them when push came to shove.
I'm done with this shit. She thought to herself. No need to share her feelings. All that group had was a grouping of assholes, idiots, and people with disillusioned grips on reality. She wanted to test her power. All she got was a pesky dipshit that thought it would be a good idea to shoot her. In the future, she would kill him if she saw him. Not in public, of course. Maybe not in the city's boundaries, either. But he would die. She would kill him. She didn't vow it, though. Maybe she'd be able to forget it later. Much later. Perhaps after she killed that snakebitch.
Whatever the case, the mute had dismissed any ideas of returning during a full moon. No, fuck that shit. She was clawing her way up, getting stronger, on her own. A disgusting group like that. . . nah, she was good on her own. If she lived, it was on her own merits. If she died, it was because of her own mistakes. She wasn't going to let herself be tied to idiots like them.
His body was finally getting itself back together. Even if none of the accumulated damage was getting healed, or even if his wings were as broken as they were, the constant influx of pain was at least becoming easier to manage. Two wings were still functioning but they weren't exactly going to help him fly either. Still, whatever the hell was happening and after soaking up the last of the attacks that had been sent at him before that damnable wolf decided to blow itself up, Vice had finally somehow someway managed to return to a standing position. It would have been an amazing sight if anyone was even bothered with aesthetics, but from the looks of it the only ones who were pretty much still raring to go were the ones who had been doing this before him…or at least the ones who were made for it.
Still, that damnable smile on his face was still present. Even after all the long winded speeches, matters of revenge for being the murderer of their friend and ally, the shadow was at least happy to see this kind of development. To see who actually stood out from the group and to see if the others were even going to bother with what was gonna happen. The good thing here was that, apparently, the fight had yet to be completely settled. Taking care of the wounded, having one of the other Shadows leave, well, he couldn't complain. And then Alisa and Pyxis had stepped up to the plate. Sounding off an attack and another that the shadow had no chance of defending or anything at all. He raised his remaining wings in some futile attempt to mitigate the incoming damage but all that ended up doing was kicking up the dust around him that had come from the over all damage dealt in the battle zone.
And in that cloud of dust did black miasma begin to coalesce, the outline of a shadow appearing through it. That same shadow, however, had only remained for a second before shrinking to that of a full grown man. The detriments to vision finally dispersing and there stood an exact replica of Vice. From his jet black hair, pale white skin, and his signature red eyes. The only thing that was actually missing was the biker jacket he usually wore, and was currently being replaced by a long black parka.
"Wasn't that something?" The very same voice even. "In light of being repetitive, I do have to agree with the Hammer guy. I don't think I've ever seen a battle this…scattered." He shook his head. Hearing words like that…it just gave him a rather rueful smile.
"You're all better than that. And I think I'll stop preaching here."
A hop backwards, and a couple more and the Shadow was already beginning the obvious signs for retreat.
"I'll see you guys around."
And with that, the last 'enemy' shadow within the vicinity had left.