Cross Effects- The RP

[Bloble]

"Interesting," as the temperature in the church dropped several degrees, a curious formation of ice made itself known, twisting and forming in the air until it was a rather jagged caricature that only barely resembled a woman. "You are a skilled sorcer, Mr. Bonesington," Undine said. "That ice magic approaches that of the Monster Lord herself."

The ice making up Undine's body broke and froze again as she perched on top of a rather abused angel statue, watching the situation with interest. "Should I presume that monster is from your world? Most of ours are at least able to speak."

[Milbunk]

Downy Reed
The inbetween

"I see, so you want me to lend you my power in this 'Holy Grail War' and in turn you will do the same for me? What a ridiculous concept, however I am not one to let a chance go to waste. Before we take any actions at all allow me to regroup so that we make a stronger stand.

'Imnity, respond! Give me damage control immediately, tell the others to regroup at my location.' However little did Downy know that telepathic speech was a tricky business, and once a link had been established it was hard to control even for himself. Because of this, his messages were sent to all recipiants while his recievers need only talk to him.

After a moments pause he got his answer. 'Master! I'm glad to see you're safe, it seems that all of what you had gathered has been wiped out after the cirle's were destroyed, as for the others. Shezar and Mudou are en route Lobelia has yet to respond I fear she may have taken a direct hit in some form.'

'Very well then, I expect your return with great haste. We must regather and plan our next course of action. If you find my ancestor please bring her here I'm sure she will wake eventually. She's rather stubborn like that.'

'Of course Master.'

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Imnity
Rooftop ruins

The explosion came just as quickly as ever.

"Tch, it appears we must end this prematurely. For your sake may we never meet again." Just before the explosion reached their location above the city did she disappear to parts unknown safe from any damage she would have recieved.

In the far reaches of the inbetween did she recieve her messages from her Master. To regroup and strengthen that was her orders. And she would carry them out with the utmost of speed.

'Shezar, Mudou, Lobelia, if you can hear me then meet me at these coordinates.' She sent a vision though her eyes one that they could easily follow if they had half a brain.

'We are to regroup, this is a direct order from the Commander, do not dare disobey.'

However out of the three only two made direct responses. 'What a shame, I was just about to have a little fun, and then you got and ruin it.', 'Damn't, just when I was about to get a piece of the action.', of the third she only recieved one faint word. 'Rubinas.'

'Lobelia? Is that you? What is your condition! I repeat what is your condition! Lobelia! Damn it!' Wherever she was, it was apparent she was in no condition to respond. Wost came to worst they would have to find her remains and go about it the hard way somethign Imnity hoped to avoid for now at least.

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Mudou

Impatient as always Mudou was drawn to the blood. He watched the two Assassin's from a distance almost thinking that perhaps he could take them both out in one quick shot. "Nah too much trouble, best to stay quiet for now."

Even when his 'allies' rocket failed to finish it's target he continued to watch and then it happened, the explosions.

"Well look't that! Bound to be lots of misery over there!"

'Shezar, Mudou, Lobelia, if you can hear me then meet me at these coordinates.' A vision flashed in his head. 'We are to regroup, this is a direct order from the Commander, do not dare disobey.'

'Damn't, just when I was about to get a piece of the action.'

Now in a worse mood than before he send the order off to a few of his 'loyal' subordinates. "Distract my 'allies' opponent." A few heads nodded silently before taking off over the rooftops and straight towards the two figures in the distance, and then Mudou was off to respond to Imnity's call.

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Shezar
Rooftops

It was a game of cat and mouse and he was the mouse or so he led his opponent to believe. But then it happened the explosion lighting up the daylit sky and then the order to retreat.

'What a shame, I was just about to have a little fun, and then you go and ruin it.'

"I am sorry but it appears this is where our little game shall end for now, may I kill you most painfully in the future." Grasping from his coat a small black sphere he through it on the ground. 'Secret Art, Illision's.' With a clasp of his hand what was one Shezar was once more 3. However unlike his previous time these other two were only illusions nothing physical using the newly created flash of light and smoke as well as his multiple selves he continued his run off to the coordinates. What he didn't even realize was that his own 'ally' had brought a distraction of his own to fend off his chaser.

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Ninja's
Rooftops

The three had their orders, emerging from their cover they ran full force towards the monster the flash of light and escape from the one he was chasing nothing but a mere distraction to them. However they knew not of what they were just about to come up against. The first of the three threw from his belt a flurry of shurikens each aimed at whatever vital he could hope to reach, the second a katana in hand went straight for close combat hoping to keep his opponent busy, the third however maintained his distance ready to pounce at a moments notice.

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Lobelia Reed
? ? ? ? ? ?

"Cmon Lobelia, let's go play! The others are waiting for you!"

"I am sorry Alstromeria but I am busy, besides you know how much I hate to go where the peope gather."

"But it's no fun without you, you know."

"We both know that it makes no difference whether I am there or not, so long as 'she' is there I prefer to stay here for the time being."

"But Lobelia!"

"No, means no!... I am sorry, I did not mean to snap at you, I know you were only trying to help. Tell the other's I am busy for today and will join them another time."

"If you say so. I know you may not realize it but we really do care for you, please try to come out more often. 'She's the one who misses you most of all."

The quiet footsteps and the small girl left Lobelia to her studies, depressed that she was unable to help her friend.

"Hmph, I wish that were true... Rubinas we both know how we feel."

[YOLF]

Bonesington

Sir Bonesington turned away from the threat in front of him to greet the new arrival, his tone back to its jovial, carefree way.

"Why hello there! Thank you, you're much too kind. Nice of you to join me here!"

A growl came from the worgen at that, accompanied by a challenging swiped of its claws in the air. Bones's expression dropped to regard him flatly from the corner of his vision. He sighed and returned his attention to the man turned monster, but continued to speak to Undine.

"Oh, he was able to speak once, I'm sure. Not anymore. Where I am from, cursed ones like him are called Worgen. Of course, there are those that retain their mind, but not this chipper looking fellow." he said, leveling a cold look at the worgen. "Now if you'll excuse me for just a moment, it's high time I have him cool his head."

And as if in agreement with Bonesington, the worgen rushed at him to attack. The lich's hand pointed in the direction of his adversary, and released the magic that it was containing.

"Frost Nova!"

The space in front of him exploded in white mist, a blast that caught the worgen mid sprint, spreading a wave of cold through the air as ice crystals slowly formed from the epicenter. The frost spread outwards and the crystalline spikes grew, like a small scale montain of ice had erupted from the ground and sprouted in the middle of the church.

Soon, the haze around it began to thin and settle, though the cloud of mist still hung there. From within, Bones saw two lights that hadn't yet been extinguished glare at him.

[Cherry Lover]

Rider scowled at Lancer's response. He didn't seem to understand or care how important Kiyoshi's well-being was to her master.

Before she could reply, though, Mille also responded.

"I'm not sure who sent them, but...."

I'd say whoever they are, they definitely have something much larger planned. That camera over there is not the only one. I found another one when I was flying around that I managed to destroy, though it wasn't being manned like that one. And whatever it is they have planned, with the cameras and everything, it has to be something fairly elaborate", she said.

Rider looked in the direction Mille was indicating, and saw a camera.

So they were testing us....

"Hmm, I see, so this was just a test? To see how strong we were?" she said to the girl, before turning to Lancer.

"Lancer, your landlady seems to be a magnet for danger. Three people have died, and it seems like there is more to come from whoever sent that last attack. Sakura would be devestated if anything happened to Kiyoshi, I think it is reasonable for me to worry about his safety", she said, angry at his tone.

"But, I do not think we will be leaving, at least not right now. It is late and Kiyoshi needs somewhere to sleep. Plus, even if I wanted to leave, I doubt Kiyoshi would go willingly. He would want to stay here and protect everyone, just like his father.

Meanwhile, Rider noticed that the extremely attractive man was now talking to some weird metal golem.

Another familar, I presume..., thought Rider.

After a bit of discussion, the other new man turned to them and spoke.

 "Damn it", he said.  "Okay, I've gotta go help him because he's stupid but really good at manipulating things.  I just don't know if he can pummel the forces of evil very well."

Quickly, Lancer volunteered to go with him, mentioning something about the new man being Forest's godson. He asked Mille to come too, before he and the new man both headed rapidly in the direction. Seeing no point in staying here and wanting to ensure that the golem couldn't endanger Kiyoshi, Rider quickly followed.

[Alice]

"Hmm, I see, so this was just a test? To see how strong we were?"

"Much more than that I think," Mille said softly. "I think they wanted to scout the place out. Get information on us. Learn our weaknesses." She looked up at the Servant grimly. "In other words, this isn't going to be the last we see of them. Not by a long shot."

She then listened to Rider's conversation with Lancer, frowning.

Suddenly, the new man spoke up.

"Damn it," the vampire with a soul said before looking at the three people around him.  "Okay, I've gotta go help him because he's stupid but really good at manipulating things.  I just don't know if he can pummel the forces of evil very well."

"I'll come with you," the blue-haired spearman said with a smirk, his crimson eyes glowing as he bared his canines, "He's my Landlady's godson, and she'd be all sorts of pissed if I let him wander off into trouble alone.  Besides, that bloke looks like he'd be a good fight."

He then looked at the girl and said, "Come on, we may need your help with Gabriel's new lass."  Then, without another word he was running towards Gabriel, with Angel cursing as he tried to keep up.

Mille nodded in response and flew after them, keeping good pace with Lancer. As much as a drawback as Ruby's personality and the silly dress was, Mille found there were many benefits to being a magical girl. Flight was definitely one of them.

[Elf]

Gabriel turned to see a flying redhead, a blue haired man with a spear with questionable taste in clothing, the woman in black, and Angel at the very back approaching.  Gabriel gently laid the vampire down and said, "She needs help, and I need to go after that construct."

"And stop him," Angel said, "Do you think you can do that dimensional thing and catch him?"

Gabriel nodded, smirked and looked over at the new comers.  "Friends of yours?"

The blue haired man spoke up, his voice so rough and Irish that Gabriel blinked.  "A flock of crows is called a murder."

"So you know Godmother?" Gabriel said raising his eyebrows.

He nodded and answered, "Aye, she's my Landlady. I'm Lancer, lass floating is Millie, and that's Rider."

"Well, since we've been properly introduced hopefully we can get started," Gabriel said, holding his arm out for them to take so he could lead them to the construct.

[Mooncake]

Wanderer



"Uchiten... a fine name."

I turn back to my shot of whiskey, and downed it in a single swig. It evaporates in my stomach as usual. The drink is not necessarily important, but I have found that going through the motions puts others at ease; I should not stay here much longer. As we have spoken, and as the two fae continue their conversation, my presence is beginning to grow. Dirty looks are being cast here and there, insults are starting to be flung, and two men seem to be ready to face off with each other, backed by their friends and alcohol.

I wil guess that the bartender is more than capable of dealing with it on her own (though I hate to impose) and turn back to the spirit. I have not been in this city long, and, perhaps, another inhabitant will know more about this city than I - my thoughts are interrupted, for a moment. Something has come to this city that feels familiar. I can feel it only because it is so similar to my, a rider cloaked in green flame. I narrow my eyes in though. Only one of my brothers appeared in such a way. The oldest one of us. It doesn't feel exactly like him, but… if it is truly my brother, or my brother from another land, then I should give him a greeting.

"Ah, forgive me. It seems that one of my brothers," I put just the smallest amount of stress on the word, "has recently arrived. It would be remiss of me not to greet him."

Saying this, I make to get up, adjusting the shotgun that hangs over one shoulder.

"I must apologize - I cannot leave this matter unsettled."

I turn to the bartender, who is still within the maze-like conversation that faeries always seem to have. Behind me, a bar brawl is about to break out as my new state of agitation influences the patrons.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but might I have the bill? Oh, and if this man decides to keep drinking, please, allow me to cover it in advance."

I reach my hand into my pocket for several golden coins. My politeness now is mostly so that I can get to the location of my brother as soon as possible. If it is who the presence indicates, certain ...events might not be so far off. A blond man is trying to get me to come over, but I can't spare much more time in this location. I nod to him, absentmindedly, considering what I should do. Perhaps, if it really is my brother, I might have to go for a ride.

[YOLF]

Bonesington

Bolts of cold and blackened icicles flew through the air inside the church in pursuit of the evading dark shape whose drive seemed inexhaustible. Ice had spread through the walls, snow had covered up the ground, masses of frost protruded out of the ground, and crystals floated down from above. The proof of the ongoing battle had marked itself around them, but neither combatant showed signals of yielding. Despite that, one looked to be far worse for the wear than the other, who appeared essentially untouched.

Sir Bonesington stopped hurling frostbolts for a moment of evaluation. The worgen stopped some distance away from him and wheezed loudly, catching its breath as it glared at him. The undead mage hummed to himself.

"Hmmm..."

Luka's water spirit was still observing the fight with what he recognized as wariness and interest, but the latter emotion was beginning to fade from him. After all that, and the worgen hadn't shown him anything too surprising. And he thought this one was going to be special. Ah well.

Bonesington sighed with a shake of his head. And during the split second his attention wavered, the worgen's eyes sparkled, and it moved.

If the lich had eyelids, you could say his eyes would have widened, seeing his opponent suddenly run at him, much faster than before, covering the distance between them in less than a second. His arm shot out, a hastily formed ice lance flying at it, but the wolfman dodged under its piercing trajectory. It shaved off the tip of its fur and continued, and in less time than it took for it to break against the ground, the worgen was on him.

A clawed hand smacked Bonesington across the skull with flesh tearing strength and a loud crack of impact.

"Hah."

Before the assailant could do anything else, cold erupted from the lich. Whereas the frost nova before could've been comparable in size to a car-sized explosion (except into ice), this one was more like an oil tank exploding. White mist expanded into the air to give way to an expanse of ice spikes bursting out, growing and spreading outwards in a instant. And in the center of it all, was Bonesington.

The worgen was sent flying with a yelp of pain, gushing blood from where the ice had pierced his body. Flung a ragdoll, it headed against a wall, but righted itself just before hitting stone. The worgen, growled from deep within its throat at him, and jumped back at Bonesington using the wall as a foothold. Expressionless, the lich lifted his arm and slapped the worgen away before it could swipe with its claws again. Its form smacked against the frozen floor and rolled to a stop. The worgen's blood tainted the crystalline ice where it fell and slid, and its form trembled in place.

Nonetheless, it got up again.

"You're a tough one, aren't you. Maybe I shouldn't have held back." Bonesington huffed out.

From the other side of the building, the worgen, covered in cuts and frostburns, missing parts of its fur and skin, bleeding all over, holes in its body and twitching from the pain, growled at him. As a wounded and furious animal should be, it refused to yield. But in its struggle, Sir Bonesington could see the majestic bearings of a great beast. His skull was frozen into seriousness, and he decided to acknowledge its resolve.

He raised one hand, and a number of thin icicles began to form around and above him, auras of frost and compressed air gathering with them. Soon, their number was large enough to almost cover the entire ceiling of the building, if it still had one. In its place, Bonesington's adversary tensed and ground its claws against the ground in preparation.

"This is going to hurt you more than it is going to hurt me." he stated, simply.

The azerothian werewolf accepted the challenge, and leaped at him one final time with mauling claws and ravaging maw poised to attack, like a blade hurled through the air.

"Mass Ice Lance." Bonesington said with a snap of his fingers.

The hail of sharp icicles was released at the werewolf with a blast of cold wind, whistling through the air like bullets. The rain of ice engulfed the worgen and the direction it shot towards, each icicle leaving thin trails of frost behind in the air. They continued to fly in a straight line, piercing what they met with deathly cold. For a moment, the barrage was so thick nothing could be seen through it. After few seconds, it started to thin, the number of lances to dwindle, and the last few finally transversed the air to give way to silence.

After a few moments, Sir Bonesington took a solemn and careful look at the scene of his victory.

"Good fight, old chap." he said to the shredded corpse of his foe, adjusting his monocle. May he be with the Light, if that was what his sliver of remaining humanity believed in.

The lich stretched himself. That had been a neat little workout, he thought as he wiped non-existant dust off of himself. He was a little rusty, granted, but he had a feeling that this world was going to fix that... soon enough. The thought made him chuckle.

He turned to Undine.

"I hope my skills at magic entertained you." he spoke, tipping his top hat slightly. "So? How would you rate me now?"

[Bloble]

"Rate you?" Undine descended from her perch, hovering over what remained of the worgen. She looked at it without any interest. "Well, you're skilled, that much is certain. However, to do something like gauge your power, a more... hands on experience is needed."

With a crack, the shell of ice that the spirit had donned fell apart, revealing her in her true watery form underneath. She glanced at Bonesington.

"A friendly display of prowess," she suggested. "I've been dying to see how powerful I am in this world, and this is the perfect opportunity. Perhaps that flaming simpleton is rubbing off on me, but after a show like that I feel compelled to answer with something of my own!"

The moisture in the air thickened abruptly. Flakes of ice shook, clumping and melting together to form a haze that floated around Undine, coalescing into a twisting double helix that revolved around her body, picking up speed with every passing second. Her serene smile widened into a grin.

"Though I am one of the four elemental spirits of this world, I too am a monster," Undine continued. "In the past, before age taught me wisdom, I would slay and consume countless so called 'Heroes' who dared to challenge me for power. Much like you, I suspect. Now I teach each successive Monster Lord how to use water, granting my powers only to those who earn it."

The spinning helix coalesced into a drill-like construct, pointed straight at Bonesington. Undine didn't lift a finger to move it. Water simply obeyed her as if it was part of her body.

"Erect your barrier," she said. "I'll see how powerful it is."

"Aqua Drill!"

[YOLF]

Bonesington

"Rate you?" Undine descended from her perch, hovering over what remained of the worgen. She looked at it without any interest. "Well, you're skilled, that much is certain. However, to do something like gauge your power, a more... hands on experience is needed."

With a crack, the shell of ice that the spirit had donned fell apart, revealing her in her true watery form underneath. She glanced at Bonesington.

"A friendly display of prowess," she suggested. "I've been dying to see how powerful I am in this world, and this is the perfect opportunity. Perhaps that flaming simpleton is rubbing off on me, but after a show like that I feel compelled to answer with something of my own!"

The moisture in the air thickened abruptly. Flakes of ice shook, clumping and melting together to form a haze that floated around Undine, coalescing into a twisting double helix that revolved around her body, picking up speed with every passing second. Her serene smile widened into a grin.

"Though I am one of the four elemental spirits of this world, I too am a monster," Undine continued. "In the past, before age taught me wisdom, I would slay and consume countless so called 'Heroes' who dared to challenge me for power. Much like you, I suspect. Now I teach each successive Monster Lord how to use water, granting my powers only to those who earn it."

The spinning helix coalesced into a drill-like construct, pointed straight at Bonesington. Undine didn't lift a finger to move it. Water simply obeyed her as if it was part of her body.

"Erect your barrier," she said. "I'll see how powerful it is."

"Aqua Drill!"

"Hoho~?"

The vague sound that was a mix between questioning and amusement echoed out of Sir Bonesington as he regarded Undine. After that battle, his fighting spirit had been roused. And so had his mage's outlook and a most pure sense of excitement from within him. Match magic against a greater elemental like her, and even better, of his favored domain of the arcane arts? The interesting information about herself that she had revealed slipped by him in the face of this. There was no way he could back down from such a proposal!

"Challenge accepted!" he said, with a clamouring gesture of the arms. He returned Undine's grin and focused his own magic as he saw her give shape to a spiraling helix of high-pressure, quick moving water. The power in it that kept accelerating and increasing was anything but small, and knowing that only shaped his anticipation even more.

Granted, he wasn't too used to conjuring magic to protect himself aside from Frost Armor. He usually relied on his inherent magic resistance for that. And... well. An archmage he may be, mages in Azeroth were not great adepts of defensive magics. In the domain of Frost, however, were where the most robust self-protection magicks resided, even if there were other defensive spells. And he was no simple mage, and most certainly not a run of the mill archmage. He knew and could wield spells that most could not.

He saw the drill of water line itself up towards him.

"This spell, I stole from the Lich King!" he proclaimed, and unleashed his magic.

"Glacial Wall!"

Magic, moisture and cold solidified into a tall and dense wall of solid ice in an instant, spreading diamond dust from where it rose, accompanied by resounding noise. The drill of water was fired at him with incredible force in response and impacted against his defense.

The water's power sheared in a lasting spiral, pushing against the mass and resilience of the wall, attemping to dig throught, break it. Like a drill, it began to carve into the surface of the wall, spreading even more ice crystals in the air and pulling them into its current. But that was as far as it went. Although the water grinded incessantly against the wall, it was unable to shred it further than a few centimeters.

Against Undine's water drill, the insurmountable ice wall of the Lich King stood firm. And then the cold spreading from it began to affect even the other spell, bit by bit slowing it down...

[Cherry Lover]

Rider nodded in agreement to Mille's words. She knew they would be back, and probably in far greater numbers. And, most likely, with more powerful familiars as well....

After the new man had spoken, they set off towards the man that was apparently Forest's godson, Rider keeping up with Lancer without difficulty. In his arms, the man was holding a vampire that he had apparently captured, presumably for interrogation, and who had fallen unconscious.

Well, I certainly wouldn't mind being "interrogated" by him..., thought Rider lustily. Or, even better, having him as my captive....

The idea of the man "interrogating" her turned her on, and the idea of him kneeling before her in chains turned her on even more. Despite his gender she found him exceptionally attractive, definitely someone she would be willing to use as a "prana source". But, such games could wait for later. They had more important things to deal with right now. Such as the metal golem. And the interrogation of the captive vampire....

As they arrived, the man laid his unconscious vampire captive down, saying, "She needs help, and I need to go after that construct."

Help?

Well, I suppose a near-dead unconscious vampire won't be much fun to torture, or particularly talkative for that matter, so I guess it makes sense....

The other new man replied to his words.

"And stop him. Do you think you can do that dimensional thing and catch him?" he said, to which Forest's godson nodded.

Dimensional thing?

Before she could ask, though, the attractive man looked towards them, before asking the other new man who they were.

However, before he could reply, Lancer spoke.

"A flock of crows is called a murder", he said.

Eh, what?

Lancer's comment made absolutely no sense whatsoever to Rider. However, the attractive man knew exactly what it meant.

"So you know Godmother?" he responded.

Oh, I see, it's some sort of codeword that Forest uses, she thought, making a mental note of it just in case it was useful in the future.

"Aye, she's my Landlady. I'm Lancer, lass floating is Millie, and that's Rider", Lancer said.

Rider smiled flirtatiously at Forest's godson as Lancer introduced her.

"Well, since we've been properly introduced hopefully we can get started", he responded, before holding his hand out.

"Well, you've not given us your name yet. I would definitely like to get to know you better...", she said with a hint of lust in her voice.

"And, what did the other guy mean by 'dimensional thing'? Could you get my master's son out of this city and back to his mother?" she said, hopeful that he could provide Kiyoshi with a route to safety.

Then, she reached out to take his hand. But, as her hand approached his, it started to feel numb. Then, as she grabbed hold of him, it started to shimmer and turn translucent, as it would if she were close to vanishing from prana loss. A sharp pain shot through Rider's arm as she felt something trying to erase it, and she pulled her hand back rapidly.

What? Is he using some sort of anti-magic power?

She looked at the man angrily.

"What the hell did you just do?", she said.

[Lycodrake]

Lycodrake Aptera
Krokodil Factory

Upon arriving at the factory’s city block and after Tywin had left to find a back way in, Lycodrake could only guess that something was off. There was the smell of fire and smoke on the wind. There was some sort of percussion noise he didn’t recognize from within the gates once he stood in front of them and green light shined past the top of the gates and walls. “Well, I guess there’s only one thing left for me to do - if there’s already a distraction going on, why not add to it so Tywin can complete his objective here?”

Changing size was an interesting sensation. It wasn’t a good or a bad feeling, but more like a tingling from the core of his being that pulsed outward from his chest, through his spine, and on to the tip of his snout, claws, and tail. A small magic - alongside what little “heat” he could use - compared to his kin and peers, but very useful in this case.

He turned around and lashed his tail at the main doors with a loud whip-crack, with just enough “oomph” behind it that the doors abruptly swung inward.

The morbid sight of armored humans burning alive to green fire greeted him, a mounted figure standing routing and herding them like cattle. His appearance, for the men looking or running in his direction, caused the panic to double or triple. New cries began to resound: “monster”, “dragon”, “run”, “it’s going to eat us”, and a few others.

Lycodrake’s deeper voice rumbled out with amusement, “While I do enjoy a cooked meal, humans aren’t normally on my diet. Your fate is shared between myself and the horseman of green fire.”

Addressing the horseman, the wingless dragon inquired, “What say you, sir? They were in your hands first - it would be rude of me to intrude on your purpose here, though - should it be to punish these humans - I am ready and willing to assist.”

[YOLF]

Gwyllt

Tân Gwyllt's fel flames which burned bright all around them pulsed for an instant in acknowledgement of the new arrival, and he turned his grinning helmet to the wingless dragon. A hearty chuckle crackled out from the furnace of his 'mouth', and he dropped the bumbling man he was holding by the neck on one hand to address the dragon.

"Fortune smiles upon me tonight! A draconic ally? Yes, that is right!" he bellowed with a clenched fist, and as he did, the flames moved to block the path of the men who sought to run away. The horseman pointed his sword up, and continued in a grand and powerful tone. "These cur deserve this punishment, and any help this one should receive, he shan't refuse!"

His steed nighed loudly and lifted its front from the ground as if in exaltation of its rider's words, and when it came down, Gwyllt unclenched his free fist and extended an open hand of cooperation to the wingless dragon.

"What say thee?"

[Lycodrake]

Lycodrake Aptera
Krokodil Factory

Tân Gwyllt's fel flames which burned bright all around them pulsed for an instant in acknowledgement of the new arrival, and he turned his grinning helmet to the wingless dragon. A hearty chuckle crackled out from the furnace of his 'mouth', and he dropped the bumbling man he was holding by the neck on one hand to address the dragon.

"Fortune smiles upon me tonight! A draconic ally? Yes, that is right!" he bellowed with a clenched fist, and as he did, the flames moved to block the path of the men who sought to run away. The horseman pointed his sword up, and continued in a grand and powerful tone. "These cur deserve this punishment, and any help this one should receive, he shan't refuse!"

His steed nighed loudly and lifted its front from the ground as if in exaltation of its rider's words, and when it came down, Gwyllt unclenched his free fist and extended an open hand of cooperation to the wingless dragon.

"What say thee?"

Serpentine head held low as to acknowledge the other through eye contact - for what it is when from a giant dragon, Lycodrake addressed the helmed horseman. "That depends on what I can do to help, really. To my shame and the shame of my kin, I have no flame to add to yours, but my fangs, claws, and tail hold great might. An ally of mine, who brought this den of corruption to my attention, is within the building, routing those few inside and sabotaging it as we speak."

Swiveling to look at the herded men within the circle of flame, he continued. "You have hold of these corrupt humans within your fiery grasp, but I question how I may assist you in completing your task. I am not one for torture, truth be told - though I acknowledge some are - and would rather these men go straight to the underworlds. That is to say 'with godspeed'...only with less blessing."

[YOLF]

Gwyllt

Once again, the horseman bellowed.

"You are good natured! So bear the following in mind, that it may guide you in kind: it is not fire that punishes, but RIGHTEOUSNESS!" he roared. "And righteousness takes many a form, but the important thing is: those who enforce it must not conform!"

He took a sneering look at the cowering, panicking fellows he had cut off with his flames before returning his attention to the dragon.

"And if your objective is to destroy this place, I shall aid you with the utmost haste! Deal with them as you see fit, and I shall do the same with my pick! Meet with your companion, tell him of this! I shall allow none to escape!" he continued, even as his steed turned to gallop further inside the building.

"I go by Tân Gwyllt, and I am he who rides between this world and the next! And you, friend?" the spectral horseman asked.