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Lina Brand     It's bright daylight at these peaks with just one person standing around, and that person really isn't Lina. "So, Nine. What's a Montressor?" a disembodied voice mutters as invisible steps from the dust on the ground highlight a second set of foot prints along side the one person actually physically there. "Also, careful where you turn, I'm not that tall but you look like you could knock my head off by flicking it. And I mean that in a good way."

    The sound of a bow being strung up, the twang of string from a taut bow could be heard echoing through the mountain range, the invisible girl smiling brightly. "By the way... I'm just guarding you for this, kay? Don't make note of where I'm from."
No. 9     Oh, this place. Just down around the corner and a few caverns away one might find a bright red willow tree, huge and weeping softly in it's ever-silent droop, half obscuring the tombstone it'd grown up around. A heavy sigh from the Golem slides out, those strange eyes of him half lidded, slightly stifling the glow.

     And who is this guy? Some really ugly lookin big clunky half cyborged mutant, thing. Weird eyes, photonegative, glowing irised black sclera'd things set in dark stained sockets in a brown leathery face beneath scraggling dirty blonde hair. He's almost apeish, troglodytic in build, with a heavy chest and long strong arms ending in big clunky hands. He's dressed in yellow and green tactical armor, ugly as he is, his weapons a blade, a gun, a... gunblade? Big, clunky thing, and the rough ugly body he was gifted with. A glance over at the voice, and the somewhat mutant looking cyborg groughs out in a mucky, scratchy voice, "Monty's my Abstractum, he's onna my best friends. I aint shot enough folks wif 'im though." Sad.

    A low mutter. "Yeah uh, watch out fer my elbows, they get a lil jabhappy sumtimes."

    A thoughtful grunt. "Sure thing, jes tall me whatchu want me t' do. I'm more a a follower, I wunn't never meant t' lead m'self, akay?"

    OMG there are Feds here whatchu gonna do bout it? :0
Eryl Fairfax     The Caverns of Prophecy.

    Last time Eryl was here, he got blasted into a cavern wall. It hurt a whole bunch, both his body and his pride. Even so, just because he had a bad experience the last time he defended this place, he can't stand idly by when reports come in of known Confederate Number Nine standing on the peaks.

    Thus, he arrives, walking through the chill and dirt to confront the seemingly alone cyborg, noting his apparel and gear. 'A gunblade... it really is similar to last time,' he thinks to himself. 'But this time... the outcome WILL be different,' he swears to himself, before affixing that polite, diplomatic smile to his face. He's standing a little below the two, on the slope leading up to their position.

    "Number Nine, correct? I've not had the pleasure. I am Eryl Fairfax, diplomat for the ReGenesis Corporation. At present though, I am serving as a Union representative." He gives a bow and stands back up straight. Original Face notes the presence of two sets of footprints... oh dear.

    "Now, you and your companion - and yes, I know you have one, - are raising eyebrows back at Njorun by being so close to the Caverns. I certainly hope you're not here to try and take them! It would certainly make my night to know you're just taking in the scenery."
Lina Brand     In a whirl of leaves and wind, the Vanish ability dissipates from the Ranger, a grin upon her hatted head. "Hoi! Niceta meetcha. Don't mind me, I'm just hired help. My name's inconsequential for now but it's nice to meet you!" she gives a bit of a bow before she undoes her bow from her back, a runed arrow notched into it. "The scenery's nice here, you're right. Perhaps we... can keep seeing this scenery, right boss?"

    She looks up to Nine, Lina's face still smiling, "But I think my boss has other plans and whatever my boss does, I do. So, I hope you're okay with that. If not, I'm sure we can make it okay. Right?" she starts to chant just a bit as the bow glows gently, a small spell being cast before Nine's body becomes enveloped in a red aura. "Speed of time be nice to us. Haste."
No. 9     A snort from the big mutated cyborg Confederate. "Pleasure? Aint no pleasure lil boy, ya aint gonna enjoy this ride. Good t' know th' Union still got decent response time though..." A thoughtful mutter, rubbing at that leathery, scarred up skin. "Well, I aint here t' visit my son r' my friend's grave-" Wait, son? There might be something in the files about Nine and a tree and- but, what? "On that note if ya see a red tree round 'ere dun hurt him none, a'ight? He's a growin boy- but I'm here fer business, I'm fraid t' be sayin. Ya ready t' bring yer teeth home inna bag?" He pulls something out of his pocket, snapping it out, "I got one fer ya. Kin help ya pick em up afferwards n' everythin." It's... got, an unhappy tooth with a crack in it in white on a royal blue background. What. The heck Nine. Not cool.

    "But then Nine's gettin supercharged? Oh hell yeah Nine's gettin supercharged. "Yeah, thass th' good stuff..." An appreciative mumble before glancing up, "Oh yeah n' bout that-" And then the Golem is lunging forward, that heavy shoulder and those long strong arms having even more reach than it loooks like, aiming to punch the Union fellow straight in the gobber.
Eryl Fairfax     When Lina reappears, Original Face whines in his head about phantom schoolgirls. He does his best to suppress the pain, not wanting to give his opponents a hint, but a grimace crosses his face regardless.

    But still, that's no reason to be impolite! He nods his head to Lina. "You follow orders, I understand. I don't hold grudges, don't you worry." Mentally, Original Face is taking notice of her bow. She's a ranged fighter, so maybe if he destroys the string... but of course, that's only if she gets directly involved. Sure, putting some kind of red glow on Nine is helping him, but you don't go after medics or the like. It's not done.

    He doesn't really respond much to Nine's threats and posturing, just canting his head a little, that infuriatingly polite smile frozen on his lips. "Red tree. Understood," he says. Obviously it's important, and if it's just a tree, no harm in leaving it be.

    But then, ohgodhe'sfast. Eryl is not built for speed, so he takes that punch square in the mouth, his head snapping back! Although, Nine might be disappointed by the rigidity of those chompers, staying firmly rooted in Eryl's gums.

    Most would be thrown back by such a blow, but Eryl is built to endure. His right foot slides back, bracing against the slope to hold his position on the end of Nine's fist. "As you like," he says, words muffled by Nine's fist. And then his hips pivot, his left hand coming up in a picture-perfect boxing hook to swing at Nine's cheek!
Lina Brand     Lina smirks a bit at this, "Yep, just... follow... orders." The arrow glows a bit more and soon, Lina's face smiles brighter. She jumps back and while mid air, she lets a single, earth colored rune arrow fly and.. it doesn't even hit Eryl. "Wait for it, Lina... wait for it..." she whispers, notching another arrow into the string, "Quake!" she shouts, the earth rumbles under the feet of Eryl, sending shards of earth up from the ground!

    "I'm glad you don't hold grudges, I'm not sure I could handle a grudge this early in my escorting carrer. He pays me quite well too!" and with this, she keeps herself in the rear, ever moving. "I guess I don't need to be a bodyguard when he can actually hurt things himself..." a shrug is given before the next arrow notched starts glowing as well, it's fired off towards the sky, and.. just seems to stay there.

    "Hmm, I need to work on that one... too much MP in it... I think."
No. 9     At the 'red tree, understood' there's a nod from the Golem, thin lipped and oddly grateful, a look of relief on that ugly face. And to be honest for all his joshing, he seems almost relieved as well when teeth don't go flying, a wide grin shimmying up his face all crazy-like. "Oh good ya got some steel t' ya. This oughta be fun the-"

    Talk, then hit. He takes it in the face and it's obvious that his skull is armor plated from the fist-smarting wall-punching what-the-hell-was-that-ness of hitting his face, but his head whips to the side, his funky eyes blinking. "Whew, good hit! My turn!" Yeah he's enjoying himself- better than berzerking! But then- motherfuckin earthquake! "Woooweee you aint jokin." He aint magical himself and things like localized quakes, they still impressed him. Clap clap clap at that one! And this time it's a heavy hit to the stomach, aiming a pistoning blow to the guts. Rawr! His laugh is tight and not entirely pleasant, "Well what kin I say? I like a nice view n' this one came wif a nice view." Okay is he talking about the target zone or the bodyguard?
Eryl Fairfax     The sensation of his fist striking Nine's cheek makes Eryl feel a little sick. Not from touching the icky mutant or anything! He just hates fighting so much... but also, the sensation of the blow lets him know that Nine has some kind of subdermal plating. Good to know.

    But then, an arrow slams into the ground underfoot! His eyes look up, tracking Lina. Was that a poor shot? She said she was just starting out... and then, the earth underfoot shudders, the rock underfoot blasting up! Eryl is much heavier than he looks, and still he is lifted upwards.


Which makes that blow to the stomach all the more effective. With no ground to anchor himself on, Eryl is knocked back by the blow, tumbling to the ground with a heavy thud! "Urgh..." he groans, Original Face steeling his body to keep him from coughing or retching.

    He gets back to his feet, wriggling his fingers as he stares up at the two. "A bag of tricks aren't you?" he asks Lina, despairing internally. He does so hate fighting magicians. He also regards Nine, rubbing his stomach. "And that was quite a blow. I do think that engaging in fisticuffs with you is not the best idea..."

    So, he doesn't. Instead he points one index finger at Nine, and the other at Lina. Without any fanfare, metal slugs are instantly propelled from those fingertips, flying at the two! Nine is a monstrosity, and Lina is young. As such, he actually targets the same place on each of them. Just below the shoulder, where arm and torso meet.

    Even a cyborg mutant needs points of articulation. And though it will hurt, there are worse places for someone so young to be hit in.
Lina Brand     The shot done by Eryl slams into her shoulder and something pops and drops to the ground. The stun of actually being hit by something causes any and all pain to just not be there for a while as she looks down to her dropped bow. "I... dropped it?" she looks at her arm in disbelief, hanging limply from its socket. Odynari are known to be tough but that shot was well placed. She bites back a scream, her voice obviously in pain now as she drops to get her bow.

    Meanwhile, the arrow that was launched previously comes streaking down towards the area, "Comet Shot." she whispers, the arrow letting its magic payload go as it starts peppering the entire area with a comet shower, crashing into the ground and hopefully some on her intended target. "Nnngh, th.. that hurts..." she grumbles, waving the bow around like a magic staff... "C...cu...nngh.. ow.. ow..."
No. 9     He seems to perk up, his grin becoming wide and wicked. "Whussat, ya wanna move up? We kin move up. C'mon less move up!" And then he's pulling out machete and gunblade, idly swishing the one down the other, lighting the faintly oily sheen on the machete alight on the forcefield of the other. Orange glow on one side, fire on the other, both crazy in his eyes as he cackles. But then bullets slam into his arm, and he grunts a little. There's a LOT of armor plating under that skin, and some over it, though, and though he twists his arm around, making circles, it doesn't seem affected so much as hurt. "Nice one, butcher gonna have t'-" Before, crap. He hears that sound. That supremely un-fun sound. A grunt, and he winces, pulling out a... stick? It's a fresh-ish looking stick, clean, the bark thin and the wood soft, some sort of reddish hue to the thin bark- wait, red? Looks like a stick of that tree he was talking about. It'd be eased over to Lina, all of these movements as brusque as he could make them on the battlefield, and this close there's an unpleasant inhuman scent to his skin, for all that his hair is still wet-beaded with shower water. "Right on three. One, two-" And then there'd be a grunt and a bit of a careful push. The Golem is strong, but he can be precise when it matters, and he's trying not to hurt her. Good shot of opportunity though. But on the upside, it's a willow branch, so there's a bit of the aspirin balm to it?
Eryl Fairfax     That noise makes Eryl's already-weak stomach clench, his gorge rising. It's just a dislocation, he can already tell that. But that he did it to someone so young and inexperienced, even if they did attack him, and are attacking RIGHT NOW WITH FALLING ROCKS?!

    The first makes a solid connection with his chest, knocking the air out of him and pushing him down onto his back. Immediately, he curls up, arms and legs lifted to cover his body, taking the brunt of those that come after. By the end, the sleeves of his shirt and the pants of his legs have been ruined, the false flesh shredded and burnt away to reveal the metal underneath.

    With a groan, he stands in the small crater he found himself in, looking over as Nine tends to Lina. "I'm sorry. If you like, we can stop now," he says, spreading his arms in a peaceful gesture. However, Nine was clearly getting into it, and Eryl doubts he'll stop here. But still, he thought he would ask... and overcharge his weapon systems, in case the answer is no.
Lina Brand     Lina muffles a scream into the branch as Nine pops her arm back into place, dropping to her knees and saying a small chant as a curing magics wash over her to ease the pain. "Nngh, Odin be damned, what are you..." she curses, breath rapid as she picks her bow back up, another arrow drawn... and it's split into two different colors. "I'm ... I'm afraid I'm not giving up unless my Boss tells me to!" she stumbles a bit before aiming the bow once more.

    A twang is heard, the arrow released and regardless if it hits or not, a small gravity well opens, with lightning sparking everywhere inside of it. "Doublecast... Lightning Gravity." she coughs, pulling out a small vial of green liquid before downing it, that took a lot of MP from her, not that the comet and cura spells didn't eat it as well. "I'm sorry but... I have a paid job to do!"
No. 9     A rough scraping breath, thin and tight, a hand careful to Lina's other shoulder. Turning his eyes to the other, he squints, face tight. "Well thass mighty kinda a you, but m' afraid I aint mucha a person no more moung my own folks n' jest givin up n' goin home, well, that'd be sum real icin on th' cake wouldn' it." But then it's time to do some real damage, and he begins slashing and lashing out, the X turning into a series of swooping swipes and ugly slashing maneuvers.
Eryl Fairfax     Eryl sighs as both parties voice their responses. "You two are tenacious, I shall give you that," he says, shaking his head. "But may I remind you that 'discretion is the better part of valor?' If not for yourself, then at least for your young companion." Eryl fixes Nine with a stern look as he says that.

    Which means his eyes were off Lina as she loosens another arrow, even in spite of her arm! Eryl quickly raises an arm to block it, but the forming gravity well firmly has him, keeping him in place as he is shocked, again and again! He cries out, both from the electricity, and Original Face protesting the impossibility of all this.

    However, his head is clear enough to pay attention to Nine, his other arm coming up to try and swat aside some of those swings. For a couple, he succeeds, but certainly not all of them. His torso is slashed, again and again, blood starting to drip to the ground and staining his clothes.

    Once the gravity well fades, he pulls his arm free and steps back, away from Nine's frenzy. He raises both hisarms like he was protecting his face, elbows pointed at the two. In their current state, they would see a barrel opening up at said elbows, two slugs suddenly blasting out! Mid-flight, they break up into clusters of ball-bearings, travelling at high speeds to strike both of them!
Lina Brand     Lina's eyes go wide at the barrels, her Gravity Lightning double cast dissipating and the strikes knock her down and spill out her quiver full of arrows. Scrambling, and bleeding, she picks up a thicker tipped arrow. "Xiao's net arrow. I wonder..." she concentrates a bit and it starts glowing with yellow energy, MP charge complete. "Okay, if I timed this right..." she gives a bit of a nod, scoops up most of her arrows into her quiver then looks towards Eryl. "I know that..." she whispered...

    She takes aim, "Lightning here... enough MP to get the tip to explode here... and..." she lets the arrow loose, the thin projectile with the large tip streaks across the sky towards Eryl, the tip exploding and lightning dances across the net... it's going to hurt if it hits. "NIne, move away! Shoot it!"

    With this, Lina dissapears into a swirl of wind and leaves, the footsteps start approaching Nine as well... as if to get ready for something.
No. 9     Shit, it's like a surprise buckshot round to the face, ow ow ow ow- he spits slugs and bits of teeth, shaking his head, his lip cut, his cheek with a hole in it, one eyebrow bleeding and a number of wet red spots appearing across his armor.

    But as bad as that is, the words sting. He might not've been the voice behind it, but he's saddled with the burden of guilt. better get the fight over with quick quick now and make the best of it.

    A nod, his face drawing tight, eyes narrowing. Now. Now it's time to hit, to hit hard and really smash the kid, get him to back off. Otherwise Nine is going to need to, for Lina's sake if nothing else. She's not a meat sheild tanky bitch like he is.
No. 9     So it's back, with the gunblade, back and around, dropping the machete right now to grip it in both hands. Around and up, up and overhead, and then DOWN, hard and fast DOWN, the air whining and DOWN, and then, right at the last minute, right at the sweet spot, he pulls the trigger, firing the shotgun burst right as the blade might hit.
Eryl Fairfax     Another trick arrow? Eryl watches it carefully, waiting for the inevitable strange thing that makes his head ache... but actually, this is perfectly logical to Original Face. A net with lighting coursing through it, an effective non-lethal takedown method.

    But still, it hurts! He cries out as it wraps around him, but his movements are precise. His arms are shifted so he can have his arm blades safely emerge, and then uses them to slash at the net to free himself! His have and torso are covered in a precise pattern of electrical burns, but he's free.

    Just in time to defend himself from these downward strikes! His arms come up in an overhead block, his feet being pushed into the ground with each swing, but he stands strong. Until that shotgun-assisted swing, which forces him to take a knee.

    Which is precisely what he needs.

    "You're not the only one who can play with lightning..." he growls at Lina, the pain and exertion overriding his usual silence in combat. From the thigh of the leg whose knee is on the ground, several micromissiles suddenly fly out, tearing up the remains of the pant leg there! Half go straight at Nine while the other half divert towards Lina with small rocket bursts. Upon contact, they would crackle with powerful electricity!
Lina Brand     Lina smiles from her vanish-induced invisibility, readying another arrow but not drawing. "How... are you still up!?" her voice has sense of shock to it, and another sense of shock is added as the lightning rockets hit on target, the invisibility is knocked away and Lina clings to Nine tightly, "L.. .let's go. this isn't worth it and I'm out of Ether." with this, she ducks out from behind her meat shield and snap fires an arrow towards that open knee, attempting a slightly aimed shot towards the leg.

    "I have many more spells at my disposal... but your advice will be heeded, we'll be leaving... keep this place... Boss, we're going home." With this, the two turn their back and Lina limps away, small green bursts of energy wrapping around the two as a Regen spell takes its hold on the two. It'll be enough to keep them going to get back to medical proper...
Eryl Fairfax     Eryl stares incredulously at Lina as she voices her intent to flee. So much for the whole 'loyalty to Nine's orders' thing, but he's certainly not going to complain. The young have the right to be wishy-washy.

    Though the arrow to the knee is entirely unnecessary, and he says so. "You do recall that I asked you to retreat, right?! That was uncalled for!" he calls after their retreating forms, managing to inject some humour into his tone. He'll suffer 1000 arrows to the knee if it means things can wrap up this neatly.

    He watches them until they're out of sight, then yanks the arrow from his knee and limps back towards the warpgate. He's going to need a lot of burn salve after this one...