Yoho! And a Bottle of Free Stuff!

[Zaiden Dean]

Matreya, known to very few as Valashu, stood silent and still, emulating a statue some might believe. But in fact, despite the appearance of such, he was mostly meditating on the future. Currently, he was clad in his Archer Armor, his hood drawn into place over his head.

The reason behind meditation was quite simple, he had come to Val'hala under the guise of checking in on one of his factories, but in reality had every plan to rob the nearest Phrik mine. He had already robbed Damien Daemon of some once before, and though he felt he could get in then out without worry of death, it didn't seem logical to try going to the same crime scene once again. At this point, there were likely new security measures in place.

Thus, he had sent out an encrypted message on the Holonet, seeking any that wanted to aid in his endeavor. Though it would in fact help him, it also seemed fair that those who came would receive their own portions to do with what they would. This had seemingly perked interest of a few people, as he had gotten replies in a short time. One seemed a Herglic, that was the furthest he had gotten into examining the people.

Asking people to do shady business, then digging into their background extensively? Not cool.

Thus for now, he waited for the arrival of his would be team.

[member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Ghorua the Fish"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: VAL'HALA
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO

Ghorua walked through dismal streets nonchalantly, enjoying the day for what it was. Another day to smash skulls. Of course, the giant Herglic liked more in life than smashing skulls, but that was a good start. That, and a good old-fashioned phrik raid.

This wasn't the Bounty Hunter's first raid. When he was a bodyguard, he frequently broke into buildings for his client. Being a Bounty Hunter now, he felt a bit more equipped for such a situation. He wore his Koodan-Class battle armor, making him into a large, black, durasteel colossus. His favorite blaster, the Spinster, rested on his back, waiting for the chance to claim lives. His two DC-15's at his sides, comforting at his hips. As always, his trusty vibroknife was sheathed in his boot, ready to slash and stab at a moment's notice. Around his belt, he kept an assorted array of grenades, just in case some demolition was required. But his favorite piece of equipment trotted around his feet happily.

Bones the Massiff stuck out her tongue and whined. Stopping a moment, he reached down and scratched her back, letting his meaty hands rest on the Massiff's spines. He felt it would only be proper to bring Bones, as Ghorua had been neglecting her as of late. Most of the phrik that Ghorua planned on getting would be used to make her a sweet set of armor, as the only thing more terrifying than a monster chasing you down is an impenetrable monster chasing you down.

Getting to the designated meeting spot, Ghorua glanced casually around, checking for any sign of danger. Finally deciding that there were no immediate threats, Ghorua leaned against a wall, and waited for his employer to notice him. It was kind of difficult not to.

[member="Matreya"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

A single thought passed, and an arrow shot from the quiver against his right hip. Launching his hand outward, it flew parallel with the shaft for a brief moment before his tk caught it beneath his opened palm. Turning his hand over, the arrow went with it, so that it hung above the hand now. Having only ceased its forward momentum, the projectile continued to perform speedy rolling midair, all the while reflecting the sunlight like a disco ball.

Trained to have heightened awareness, more so his normal senses than the Force - as his ability in such was minimal - he felt the heavy set being arrive. When it placed its girth against the wall, he turned towards the large alien. On a planet such as Val'hala, with its gleaming buildings, massive population, and over all acceptance of everything save disrespect, it was not uncommon to see Herglics here. Hell, moments before Valashu had heard the clomping of a passing Andolith.

Yet, here, in the park, next to the groundskeepers home, was slightly more defined. It either was an amazing coincedence, or this was the Herglic he awaited.

Tossing his hand upward, the arrow followed suit and lurched into the skies above at an intense speed. With his main skills in tk, it was an easy feat, to accelerate the arrow to speeds that even surpassed his bows. Many might question why the man had thrown the arrow, especially straight upward. The answer was simple: he didn't know. It was something he felt like doing. So he did it.

"You Ghorua?" Val called softly. Subconscious motives let his left rand droop slightly, down towards where his compound bow remained hidden in the White Current.

[member="Ghorua the Fish"]

 

[Jynx]

[member="Matreya"] [member="Ghorua the Fish"]

Jynx was laying on top of Spud, with limbs extended over the edges of the droid as it slowly floated around, without an actual sense for direction.
"I've been here for hours what's taking them so long..." it's not that she knew who 'they' were anyway. When she first arrived, she had spent at least some time around the groundskeepers house and seeing that nobody would soon show up, she went to sit on Spud as he floated laps around the supposed meeting area. Looking back, she took about long three naps and had spent a large amount of time on pointless puzzles on the Holonet. But, puzzles and naps have a limit as to how long they could sustain her motivation to wait.
Maybe I'll just do one last check before heading back to the ship.. She used her legs to push herself a bit further up until her head was hanging upside-down off the front of the droid. "Hey, make one last trip to the area again." this would've been the last of the countless times she had the droid deviate from it's orbit around the meeting area and actually pass in to check if anybody had shown up. And then, as instructed, Spud started making a lazy spiral towards the supposed meeting area.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua looked down at the man, and removed his jet-black helmet. As it lifted off his head, the Herglic smiled. "Ghorua the Fish, Bounty Hunter extraordinaire, at your service. You must be Matreya." Walking over closer, Ghorua let his helmet rest against his side. Bones walked calmly behind, slobbering all the way. "I heard you were in the Phrik business. I would like to... acquire some."

The Herglic looked around, not seeing anyone with his client yet. "Don't suppose we're gonna do this all by ourselves. Did the rest of this supposed crew get cold feet?" The Herglic's deep black eyes scanned the area, finally looking up, and noticing a... girl on a flying droid.

Chuckling a bit to himself, he pointed. "That's a bit odd," the Herglic said, stifling a laugh. "She with you?"

[member="Jynx"]
[member="Matreya"]

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

There were a few seconds his cadaverous figure departed from the shadows, he made sure to slink back into their inky comfort as soon as possible however. If someone was unlucky enough to come across Onasius Gruwel, they probably wouldn’t want to be in his presence long and most likely would alert the authorities. This was something that the Yevetha did not need to happen. Clad in black robes covering his black bantha leather tunic that stretched down toward his legs, he was a specter of the darkness to say the least.

He typically refused to work with those outside his faction, loathing even working with them. It was deep personal gain that drew the Sith apprentice toward the planet on which he currently found himself. He had heard talk among some of the other acolytes who found themselves to be more tech savvy, it was talk of a large amount of lightsaber resistant materials that were about to go ‘missing’. They spoke of how they planned to leave the temple on Glee Anselm and answer the call. It just so happened that Onasius needed this ‘Phrik’ as they called it. He made sure he beat them there.

It just so happened, ligthsaber resistant metals were needed in the design of his tonfa lightsabers. Tonfa lightsabers were used primarily to guard from other lightsaber attacks, their blade ran up the forearm of the wielder, could parry attacks, and were quite powerful when deftly used. It was perfect for Onasius who was a fan of close quarters combat. Ironically the most important part of close quarter combat to acrobatic fighters like Gruwel was distance. You wanted them to come closer but also wanted to keep your distance from their blade.

With natural weapons abound, ligthsabers were more of a symbol for Onasius. He proudly carried a typical red lightsaber for the first few weeks he was an acolyte of the One Sith before he discovered the other styles of lightsaber one could carry. The acolyte would craft a pair of blood red tonfa lightsabers with matching forearm guards to prevent him from knocking his own arm off. For now, however, he would still bear the cylinder shaped symbol of the Sith. Though no one would see it in action until it was too late.

He slithered toward the groundskeeper’s property as though he were a tendril of the Dark Side itself. It would be a task to work with others, but discipline was a skill all warriors needed to learn eventually. With the power he would gain from this, he was one step closer to watching the galaxy become ruin in his wake.

[member="Jynx"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Ghorua the Fish"] [member="Matreya"]

(OOC: Sorry it took so long! I've been super busy at work!)

 

[Zaiden Dean]

[member="Jynx"] [member="Ghorua the Fish"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"]

"She just might be." Val said with an amused smile, before stiffening visibly. Instantly, without any physical warning of his telekinetic guidance, the arrow that had been thrown skyward, came rocketing back to the ground. Propelled by Ballistakinesis, and gravity itself, the shaft imbedded itself into the ground mere centimeters ahead of the feet of the Darksider.

"That's the one warning you get." Valashu called out, not turning to see the being that approached from behind them, "Cause unwarranted trouble to any of those that accompany us, and we will be settling it like men."

Warning stated, and likely noted, his arrow jerked back from its space on the ground before lurching unsteadily back towards his awaiting hand. Smashing the head against the dirt beneath his feet, it knocked loose the rock and other minerals that the steel had driven itself into.

"I'm not sure if we have any others that will be coming. None the less, the Groundskeeper here has been bribed into sending them our way." Valashu called, finally eyeing each of them, including the one lazily floating on a droids body.

"Let's go." With two words, a mission that could at any moment go sour had begun.

Walking towards the entrance slash exit of the park, he passed under the golden arches, into the mass of people. Various races made up the permanent populace of the planet, yet millions visited one of the oldest habitable planets known in the galaxy. Home to a belief that those powers that made the galaxy and all within created this first, and that reincarnated versions of those gods would return one day.

Reportedly, they had. Zaiden Greyson, a Bent Light Master, had landed on a planet that would be found on no galactic maps. From this, events unfurled, beginning with him being proclaimed the planets Godking, as well as the leader of the Gods. Slowly each reincarnated omni being was found, but they each rejected the status - save Zaiden whom embraced it. To the extent he had attempted to conquer the Lords of the Fringe so as to bring Val'hala to its head, and from there in charge of a galactic power.

"We will be entering a mine that is owned by the people, so we needn't worry to much about opposition. Maybe a few Demi-Gods, Force Knights to the uninitiated, or Warriors. But that should be it."

 

[Bolt]

Zaiden James-Greyson, Zander Greyson, Penumbra, Tenebrae, whatever he was known as by the people that sought him out, was ever the more difficult to find. With abilities mainly focused in stealth, at the head being Bent Light manipulation (which allowed him the title of God of Shadows), but also encompassing Mind Control, White Current, and good old technology to stay hidden, none could find him in traditional terms. He had even learned a long time ago, many lives as well, how to use his telekinetic abilities to slow or accelerate air molecules around him, thus hiding himself from heat sensors.

But that was not the entirety of who he was. A practiced master of Ataru, Sokan, and Juyo, he was quite the close quarters combatant, while his stealth abilities aided each strike as well. But this still was not the end. He also bore the nearly impossible percentage of those that could wield Sith Sorcery - having learned dozens of such spells and utilizing them until they were well versed in his arsenal.

All in all? He was an overpowered being that had long ago been slain more than once, bound to a sword so that his soul could never move on or find another body, yet still managed to even best that!

Yet, here was the empowered evil, seeking to smell the flowers? How did that make any sense? Because he had given up on his xenocidal paths, to attempt to meet the grey areas his sister had wanted for him as she knew he could never truly embrace the light with what he had done.

To any that were even slightly sensitive to the Force, a small ripple would be felt as he vanished from the Halls of his Palace, to appear in the planetary faunal exhibit. The park was lush with some of the rarest plant life in existence. He came some times when he -

Before that thought was finished, a small perk touched his mind. Turning on the spot, Zaiden watched as Matreya led a group towards the platforms. Arching a brow, he questioned the oddball nature of the group. Something was up.

He was interested. So now he would let them get a bit ahead, then he would track them until he located their goals.

 

[Jynx]

"Oh?"
So there were people in the meeting area. Jynx quickly got up into a sitting position. The off chance that these could just be random passer bys was pretty low considering the chances that an armed herglic, a humanoid and a Darksider happened be here by chance.
Not to mention that said darksider was addressed as a complete stranger, yet he did not become aggressive once threatened - this was definitely business.
"Let's go." and (so it seemsed Matreya lead them out of the park. Just outside the gate was infinitely more people than had been in the park.
"Spud, go up.. above the crowds." The droid silently complied, floating above the crowds and avoiding any contact with the people below.

This 'mission' so to speak was quite convenient, appearing right when Jynx needed it to. More specifically on what she needed it on was a sword light body armour. The body armour in question would cover her calves,shins, knees and her arms from the elbow to her hand. This would protect any part of her body likely to come into contact with an enemy during unarmed combat. Why it didn't at least cover most of her body was the fact that it shouldn't inhibit her ability to shapeshift or weigh her down. The reason for Phrik itself is the lightsaber: a favourite weapon amongst the force-wielding folk in the galaxy; Phrik was supposedly resistant against those weapons. A resistant edge against unstoppable laser-swords would increase her chances of A: surviving against such an opponent and B: actually killing such an opponent. This would increase her contract range from the generic blaster-wielding assassination targets (or sometimes those who prefer a vibroblade) to more dangerous and most importantly expensive targets.

[member="Matreya"] @Onasuis Gruwel [member="Ghorua the Fish"] [member="Razor Shot"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua plodded behind the Archer, arms crossed over his chest stoically. When he had seen the arrow fall down from the sky, and then come back to Matreya, the Fish had nodded. "Cool trick. I suppose you're great at parties." The Herglic smiled, letting the force-user know he was joking.

As they walked, Ghorua appreciated the crew they had come up with. A voodoo archer, a gigantic Bounty Hunter whale, a very scary man with large teeth, and some girl floating on a droid. Ghorua wasn't sure about that last one, but one shouldn't judge another on appearances alone. The massive Hunter knew something about getting stereotyped and criticized.

As they walked, Ghorua had to shove through a pair of Whippids. Overhearing Matreya's comment about their limited opposition. "Yep, a few Demi-Gods won't be a problem for us, I suppose. Piece of cake." Ghorua cracked his smile again, and attached his helmet back to his head. In fact, he was a bit nervous for what was about to happen, but the Herglic had a reputation to uphold. And, he thought to himself, after all, a careless Bounty Hunter is a dead Bounty Hunter.

[member="Jynx"] [member="Razor Shot"] [member="Matreya"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"]

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

The arrow trick would not be a very good move if Matreya had come across nearly any other Yevetha in the galaxy. In their primitive culture, any act of aggression was met only with death, even if death came upon the attacking Yevetha. They considered it the only honorable way to challenge someone when they threatened or insulted you. In his short time training among the Sith, however, Onasius showed great understanding in being able to manipulate the situation around him. Sometimes this required him to sit back and assess the targets before he struck. It was how he bested the acolytes who were too proud in their boasting of the mission in the first place like a pair of excited Kowakian Monkey Lizards.

Though still, anger and frustration boiled in the blood like a hot kettle on the stove. After a certain point, the only way to get rid of the excess pressure was to do it all at once, and as quickly as possible. This would not be one of those times, however. Gruwel was not so brainless and bloodthirsty that he could not acknowledge that there would be opposition on this mission, if he waited there would be plenty of chances to relish in the crimson ichor spilled by his very own hands. There were many stairs on the path to true power, none of them easy, and all of them would require patience and thought.

He stayed silent after Matreya spoke, taking in the other beings called together to steal a precious metal for their own gain. There was a tall, muscular being clad in armor and standing strong like a statue. He looked unfamiliar to any of the species Onasius had crossed in his very limited travels. Another, a young woman who appeared to have enslaved a droid model to carry her around. It hopefully was equipped with a couple weapons too, maybe she could force it to fight for her. Lastly, there was a humanoid who seemed to radiate within the Force as Onasius did, other than that he appeared like all humans did to the Yevetha assassin. He always found it hard to tell them apart.

It wasn’t long before the small group of bandits took off toward their destination, whatever it was. It wasn’t often that Onasius traveled so he wasn’t too keen in Force Signatures, however he was keen on his natural senses gifted to him from his predator ancestors. Something twitched in the back of his neck, similar to hair standing up on the back of a Human’s neck. Just as quick as it came, however, it left. Onasius would keep his senses alert, but didn’t think anything of it at that time. He followed the group, making sure to slightly tail them. Billowing black robes cast a shadow across his face, which he kept tilted toward the ground.

[member="Jynx"] [member="Razor Shot"] [member="Matreya"] [member="Ghorua the Fish"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Matreya continued to walk, silently guiding the beings that followed him. He didnt know them, nor did he know their capabilities. But he was aware of his own. He wound not be the man he was, do the things he had, without skills that many found intensely capable. Mulling over his plan, he contemplated letting the others know it as well, but realized that plan would only work well if the people that showed did not have a true knowledge of the before hand.

Plans had long ago proven to be best if your commands are thrust upon you, as spur of the moment made one think more intelligible.

Pausing before a massive tower, he turned and awaited them to get within proximity, then, with a movement of the hand, a comlink for each being lifted from inside his vest to fly towards them, "Wear these." Gesturing to the distance, where a massive dome could be seen, he continued, "That is the mine. So here is the plan. Myself, and the Sith, will take point. Ghorua will be the rear defense, and you, droid chick, you will run surveillance. Keep your eyes open, and your droid's."

Nodding to them, he reached to his hip and gripped the Bow. A flourishing snap forward, his Bow fell to place in its proper length and shape. Moving quickly, he reached the mine in just a few moments, then looking around, ducked past the entrance. "Luckily you all arrived on time. The guards are swapping now. So, just make sure you hurry. We can get in then out quick enough, with a couple kilos if were lucky."

[member="Jynx"] [member="Ghorua the Fish"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Rear defense? Fine by me.

Ghorua nodded as Matreya dished out the plan. He felt comfortable with the vagueness of the orders. Being a Bounty Hunter meant taking big jobs and asking only the necessary questions. Besides, he was least-noticeable in the back.

Running beside Matreya as the human darted into the mine, Ghorua stopped just short of the entrance, letting the shadow of the mine consume him in darkness. Bones sat beside him, now in sentry mode. If anyone approached within a hundred feet, she would smell them. The Herglic looked to his compatriots with a smile. "You all better be quick. If we get found out, I'm the first one to get shot at." Still smiling, Ghorua unhooked his rotary blaster cannon from his back, and stepped farther into the shadows.

- [member="Jynx"] - [member="Matreya"] - [member="Onasius Gruwel"] -

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

Onasius slid into the shadows of the mine like they were his natural habitat. He could use his predatory senses to hear anyone coming, and he didn’t need much light to see, so taking point was actually his best bet. He was equipped with silent killer attached to his wrists and sharp teeth to his face, all in all, he was an impressive tank. He flourished, however, when he could pull off dangerous maneuvers while fighting, and depending on how tall the ceilings were in these mines, that might not be possible.

The farther they drifted into the mine, the more unfamiliar the terrain felt. Onasius had never really found himself below ground before. The Sith Temple on Glee Anslem was technically below ground, but it was in a cavern and there were countless walkways and it almost felt as though it were just a mountain scape. It would be interesting to see how the events unfolded. Onasius made sure he had his weapons at the ready.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Matreya"]

 

[Jynx]

Surveillance.. that was quite a general term. One could say the Herglic counted as surveillance, watching and defending their backs whilst the other two lead from the front. Maybe what he meant was that I was to watch the sides... Though the sides weren't much fun either; there was some wall - and there was also more wall. Well, I guess the best I can do is.. She pulled out the remote control for Spud and turned on the lifeform sensor; it was the least she could do. Although, what good a lifeform sensor would do in the cramped - underground conditions of a mine.

[member="Matreya"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Bolt]

[member="Jynx"] [member="Onasius Gruwel"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

Zaiden followed silently, losing interest for a bit, until as luck would have it, their plan was detailed. Picking a target, he did a quick eeniee meeniee, and decided upon the Herglic. Once upon a time Zaiden had fought against one, though it was not armed, nor did it seem merc trained. Veriliss was a protector of the city, and so it happened that he was set to bump into the man.

The battle had been quick. Driven by his prowess, and the power of his Czar enhanced body, there was little the brute could do. He was bested in mere moments.

This one however? Could be a challenge. Good thing he relished a challenge.

Slipping closer as they all ducked into the cavern, he felt a brief pull of the Force. Submersion into the Force released his Flow Walk, and he viewed a dozen near futures in seconds. All revealed an animal he had yet to notice guarding with the Herglic. It had been smell that gave him away in each vision.

Drawing a tight bubble of Force energy about himself, he kept all of hid odors inside of said container. With this, it wouldn't be until he was within a few feet that he was found out. Thus he stepped a moment until at the mouth of the cave.

Now, finally releasing his hold on the Force, he would be seen, felt, and smelt as he let his Force power kindle like a powerful flame through the air. This being was now officially trespassing, and anything desired of the God King of Val'hala, he got!

While his power grew, being focused so as to stretch, obviously readying for an attack, he reached to the hip and gripped the saber found there. Silently he activated the scarlet crystal with a snap hiss.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Jerking to a halt, Valashu felt his senses flooded with a powerful energy. At this point, it was hardly even against the furthest of his senses, but it was growing quickly. It could be considered a timer and deadly warning in one, simultaneously. Cocking an eye at the Sith that followed him, he said, "Sense that? We officially pissed off a God. Time to get the show on the road."

Filling his limbs with the Force, he charged swift as light down the tunnel he was found on. Every so often an opponent would stumble into his path, and Valashu would answer with a quick manuever, such as one point, leaping at the wall, which he used to vault back the way he came, while slipping the cord of his Bow around a man's neck. The follow through jerk snapped his neck swiftly. Another was dead the moment he was seen, through means of his arrow planting itself firmly into the eye socket of whomever had appeared.

Finally, he skidded to a stop before a massive drill, with an accompanied lift receiving hundreds of kilos of the mineral they sought.

Reaching for the controls, he jerked to the side at the lost moment, narrowly dodging a blaster shot. Ahead, despite the illogical of having not noticed, was a cluster of at least a dozen men.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua had just begun to relax. Bones was still at attention, sniffing the air, ready for any to come closer, but the Herglic felt more at ease, probably more than he should have. He still stood at attention, armor glinting in the darkness, but his mind wandered. The Spinster rested over his chest dilligently, prepared for the worst. Ghorua, however, was not prepared for the man that materialized in front of him. Bones immediately started to spit and growl menacingly, which would've been terrifying to any normal guard, but the way that this man snuck up on them revealed otherwise. That, and the red lightsaber popping up in his hand.

Immediately, Ghorua went to the comms into his helmet, connected to the rest of the team. "Got a tango out front, could use help!" As he barked out the call, the Fish's Rotary Blaster cannon was up, and spraying death. With practiced precision, the cannon fired shot after shot at the man point-blank, the entrance of the mine bathed in a harsh red glow. As he shot, he backed up into the cave quickly, careful to get out of the open, in case there were more of these hidden assailants.

Taking the hint, the Massiff ran to the side of he man, and tried to bite at the arm that went for the weapon. If the man got his lightsaber up in time to block the blaster fire, he would most likely not be able to do much about the mutt on his flank. Deflecting a blaster bolt took concentration. Deflecting a wall of bolts took nigh impossible levels of concentration. Trying to do all that with a Massiff breathing down your neck... Well, there was a reason Ghorua had a trained attack dog.

- [member="Razor Shot"] - [member="Jynx"] - [member="Onasius Gruwel"] - [member="Matreya"] -

 

[Jynx]

Action? She had received the Herglic'ss signal and ordered for the droid to swiftly arrive at the position. The droid stuck to the roof of the tunnel, making sure she was out of the average field of vision.
Following the alarm signal was a barrage of blasterfire; she heard the echoes almost immediately after. That's a lot of ammo for a "tango" She mentally counted as the droid took her deeper into the tunnel. The Herglic still hasn't given any new information; it didn't seem to be an ambush. What kind of enemy could be so much trouble?
Approaching the Herglic's position Jynx had immediately felt a wave, a mental warning. Whatever this enemy was she could feel the energy emanating from them; and it scared her. And the closer she got, the more scared yet eager to approach she was. Am I enjoying this?
She was then suddenly pulled back to reality by the red glow of the cave ahead. Whatever or whoever the enemy was, that all laid ahead.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Matreya"] [member="Razor Shot"] Onasius Gruwel

 

[Bolt]

Zaiden had foreseen this very attack, and immediately he ceased movement, and closed his eyes...

To an onlooker, this would appear suicidal. But as it were, when the blaster shots began to near him, they would wink out of existence, as if hitting an invisible wall. All the while his energy continued to grow; he had performed this very feat twice before, both times facing squadrons of men that all let loose, to have their shots absorbed by Tutaminis. The biggest problem?

Last time there was no animal creeping up to bite at him!

Caught off guard, he stumbled a bit in his absorption, which resulted in him being pelted by several. Luckily, he was clad in his Demon Armor. None of the shots were deadly, but they left dents, which marked the last of his armors true integrity along the chest. As well, the hound clamped onto the most durable of the portions of defense, the gauntlets, which held half Phrik. It would be lucky if the bite didn't crush its teeth.

Beside this however, was the sadness accompanied by losing a one of a kind metal. Ultrasteel was made by his father, specifically for the suit, had shone it was more then durable, but never been replicated.

Either way, as the shots knocked him backwards, he concentrated again, and vanished from sight. He figured this would allow him the second to drop low, then roll to the edge of the wall he had previously been near. Straightening, he continued with a steady influx of energy, while shouting out, "I am Zaiden James, God King of this planet. You plan to steal from me, then fire at me as if I am a commoner. This is your one chance to cease and desist!"

At this point, he had been drawing massive amounts of energy at a quick rate. Next, he would decide what to do with it. Mayhap conjure some Undead, which he was so familiar, or even a Smoke Demon.

[member="Jynx"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]