Sutoratosu

"alright, enough of this..." Boho said. "Look, Stratos, Get down here. You won the battle at Fort Arxo, and you did it without a single casualty." "What the hell are you talking about I won?" The High Champion demanded. "If I won, and in the conditions that you claim, then why wouldn't I have remembered it? And if this isn't a Sorcery, then where the hell am I, and how did I get here?" Boho scratched his afro at that... "I don't really have an answer to the first question," he said. "But as for the second, we're in some ruins or something... and from what I can gather, you were apparently in some sort of stasis. Look, just get down here, this shit's already complicated enough without us having to yell in order to be heard..." Just then, another hissing sound filled the air. "Ah-hah!" Boho cried. "Ya'll here that? there it is again!" before anyone could respond, the things making the hissing noise emerged from the shadows... they were more naga warriors, each one equip with either a sword or a spear and large, circular shield adorned with lengths of gold and silver chains. The travelers were surrounded. up on the roof were Stratos was, A fight was brewing as the warrior attempted to kept two unknown attackers at bay, thrusting and slashing with Star Ripper and letting off a few bolts of black and white. He seemed to be pushing them back rather easily, then a strange force slammed into him like a monstrous gust and sent him flying off the roof, though he was able to right himself in the air and land smoothly. He glared up at his assailants, and as the group watched, they saw a young man standing there with two more nagas. His hair was auburn, his face young, looking no older than seventeen at the most. He wore a full body cloak embroidered with brilliant blue and gold vine patterns all across the fabric. his eyes were an unnaturally bright shade of blue. he had an ominous smirk on his face. "Hello, Stratos..." he said. "Looks like I have a few loose ends to tie up... might as well start now." with that said, Marcelos raised his right hand, a strange glyph blazing to life there. Before the groups very eyes, the dead body of the Sky Slayer began to dissolve into a shower of teal shards. The boy raised clenched his fist and the specks of light began to whirl in the air around Stratos, spinning faster and faster with every second. He looked around at the storm of light, bewildered by the spectacle. "What the hell is this!?" he demanded. he leered up at Marcelos. "Who are you!?" "Shut the fuck up." Marcelos said simply. he reeled his arm back a cast it in a wide arc, opening his palm as he did so. The Storm of light responded by closing in around him. The Champion fell to his knees slowly as the glow began to intensify, his hands clutching his skull in agony... he let out a scream as the spectacle dragged on... and then he kept screaming.

Damn... it don happened again. Sorry about that, I meant to put "Sid's" there, not lar's... I'll go fix that... EDIT: it's fixed.

What you all encountered was another Hypno, like the ones Kenny killed at the entrance and Erick had genisa kill in the northen part of the tarmac. yeah... You won't be ever encountering Gengars unless shit gets very real. They have a tendency to try to kill new people they meet... as seen in the encounter that Oak and Rowan had...

A Strange laugh was heard as the Leaf attack struck the being, more pissing it off than actually inflicting injury. The glowing eyes turned their attention to Flora, hitting her with the same force it had used against Sid's party and tossing her through the air and into the woods. That's when Ace sneaked up and unleashed it's fiery kick to the back of the GAO's hamstring, effectively shearing the muscle and tissue and sending the thing toppling to the ground. it began to try to get up, only to find itself hit by a wave of paralyzing electricity, as well as getting another fiery kick, this one to the face. It was subsequently sent falling over the edge of the sink hole and landed on top of the wreckage at the bottom. The Force engulfing Sid faded away and the soldier was able to move again as Logan got closer. *** ​"HEY! You were asked a question by a superior officer, Cadet!" A male mechanic roared at Kenny. "You'd think your CO would've trained you to answer promptly! Now, what in the ever-loving fuck happened here!?"

oh, never mind though... and there is a very good chance Kenneth Holmes will be thrown out of the US GAOWP for this...little fiasco. that was a good five or six aircraft that fell into that hole.

Don't fix it. You trapped the Hypno (and killed it actually) just fine. The spy was no where near him though... so watch yo backs. as for Enyo, something has happened, but Surge hasn't said anything about it yet.

A large sinkhole opened up around the Hypno as it continued to swing it's pendulum and unleash it's hypnosis... except that Eve had gone too far. The Sinkhole was far larger than was needed, and as the asphalt began to buckle and fall, several choppers and gun ships were caught in the trap, and fell to the bottom of the pit right along with the Hypno... though, in consolation, the GAO was crushed to death by the weight of the falling aerial vehicles... but damn, was there gonna be absolute hell for Private Holmes to pay for this little uh-oh later on... *** Erick appeared in the northen part of the Bexley forest, just a few meters away from the Tarmac. He crept towards the asphalt, sending out his entire team. The group laid low in the foliage as the soldier scanned the area, trying to locate the opponent. Then he saw another swinging light, this one aimed at him and his party. "Genisa..." he said. "Snap it's neck." there was no response. several more seconds passed, and Erick could notice his Gible beginning to have trouble staying awake. he shoke the thing awake, calling out angrily. "What's the hold up?" "Oh...wait..." Genisa said in his mind. "You were serious about that?" "Hell yeah i was serious!" he shouted mentally. "Why wouldn't I be?" "It's just that... you've never given a kill order before... I thought you were jo-" "Look, Damnit!" he shouted aloud. he stood up angrily, having gotten fed up. "you!" he pointed at his gible. "use that mouth attack on that light!" The GAO obeyed without question. it's jaw seemed to unhinge as it gathered a sphere of blue and black energy in it's throat, launching the thing like a rocket and sending it straight towards the light. A small explosion sounded and the light was gone. something could be seen moving in the darkness. "Paralyze it!" Erick followed up. Beldum did as commanded, and the whatever the creature was, it lay still on the ground, twitching every few seconds. He turned his attention to Genisa. she obeyed this time without even having to be given the order again. Her eyes blazed scarlet, then the creature on the ground was lifted into the air, it's head turning sharply to the right before it fell back to the earth. The Red hue left her eyes as she looked at her handy-work, at what she'd been ordered to do. She hadn't really ever used her abilities to kill before, close to it a couple of times, but never anything that wouldn't eventually get better... though, this was the military. she had figured not long after being partnered with Erick that orders to kill both People and other GAOs would eventually be made... and that she'd have to carry them out... but still, it didn't lessen the feeling of the impact she had just caused, didn't take away the feeling of the life she had snuffed out. and she could feel it, literally. one second it was there, and the next it was gone in a burst of fear and then a second of pain...and then nothing. "Let's get further in," Erick dictated, ending any opportunity she might have had to think about this. The young soldier crept onto the Tarmac, crouching low to ground and dashing from cover to cover, his party following behind. it wasn't long before he came to the large sinkhole in the lot, and damn near fell into it since it was so damn dark. The only thing that saved was the fact that his Gible had bitten onto the hem of his pants and pulled him back from the edge. "Good god..." he muttered as he stared into the pit. "what the hell could've caused this?" **** As sid and his party approached the Tarmac from the west, Viscous's tail light suddenly dissapeared as the Lion was engulfed in a light blue light and thrown against the side of a chopper by an unknown force. A pair of gleaming teal eyes could be seen blazing not far infront of the young soldier, and as he watched, his Croagunk also thrown in a similar matter, landing on the ground unconscious... and then the Private found himself being pinned to the side of a gunship by the same force... the set of glowing eyes were moving closer... As Logan followed Sid, he saw all of this unfold... ***** As Kenny and Clint and Jory stood there at the entrance to the Tarmac, a huge CRASH! sound echoed out ,followed by the sound of a large amount of earth being moved... in front of the three men was a massive sink hole that had been opened by the actions of Kenny's GAOs. Needless to say, a few Aircraft Mechanics heard this loud noise and began to file out of a nearby office, approaching the Cadets and peering into the sink hole. One of them, a burly women in her mid forties, confronted the three of them. "What in the sam hell is going on out here, Privates?" she demanded in a thick, southern accent. then she noticed the big as hell sinkhole. "Mother of jesus!" she called in surprise. "What the hell happened!? what have you done!?" ****** Surge came down from the Officer's mess to find that the table where Fox1 had been sitting was now almost empty. He'd come to talk to them about what they were going to officially name their squadron... but it was kinda hard to do that when only two people were even here. "Carter, Kaiser!" he called. "Where's the rest of the squad?"

I kinda feel like a dick for not saying this earlier, but Grass, The only piece of advice I have to give to you is to never give up hope. My Grandfather had Cancer a while back (I believe it was Leukemia, but I'm not exactly sure), but he's since gone into full remission. The war against Cancer is one that is Winnable, you just have to keep fighting till the end. so don't ever stop trying to fight it, and don't let your grandparents stop trying either. If you keep going till the end, then even if you lose, you can have the pride of saying that you didn't just lie down like a dog and accept it. And Ark, I'm flattered, frien

Draidon didn't allow himself to hesitate. Things would probably go alot easier and smoother if he just acted like he was past what had happened and that everything was fine. and so that's what he was gonna do. He was gonna put on a show for these bunch of rabble. Silent, He reached over and picked up a reviver seed, shoving it into Roy's mouth.

Ethic smirked on the inside, keeping a straight face outwardly. This giant didn't seem to be as stupid as the last one he killed, at least this one could actually talk... but still, the young man had a hunch that he wasn't too far ahead of his fallen brethren in term of intellect. "Oh my, no my friend..." Ethic began, he made his voice as convincing as he possibly could for his persuasion. "Why, you don't want to eat me, and I'm sure that someone with as much taste as this 'Chef' fellow must have, wouldn't want to either. I taste horrible, you see, absolutely horrible. If you were to eat me, it would be like drinking Syrup of Ipecac... And I'm sure that projectile vomiting isn't something you all view as fun." He heard a rift opening nearby as he spoke, and glanced off to see a Keeper peering at him from the other side. He recognized this one from the Robe and the lantern he carried on the end of his staff... The Hermit. Ethic didn't hesitate, he spoke up before the Keeper could say anything and take away his opportunity. "But my friend here, the hermit," he said, pointing at the elderly man and hoping that the Giant was able to see the rift like he was. "He tastes delicious, simply delectable. the taste of his flesh will have you asking for more. I'm sure that this 'Chef' person would appreciate it far more if you brought him to his dinner table instead."

and you all are also going to love the Court Martials Promotions you all are going to get for you're initiative!

After a few seconds, the glow became brighter and stronger, engulfing draidon in a teal light that shot up to the ceiling, wisking both him and roy off somewhere. By now the others in the group could probably figure out what was happening; they were being evacuated by the Escape Orb... but it was too late to do anything about it, as the others found themselves engulfed in small, golden lights, engulfing them and forming a cocoon like glow before they were lifted off their feet and shot up towards the ceiling just like Draidon.... But they didn't hit the ceiling, as one might think that they logically would. instead they passed right through it, into the second floor,then the thrid, and so on and so forth until they were finally clear of the mountain, passing through the summit and able to see Tempest Castle at the peak, along with Draidon and Roy floating nearby... except they couldn't move or try to get to either the castle or to them... Instead, the lights enveloping them shot off to the north east, towards a small settlement... Crash!! the group members all slammed face first into the ground on the outskirts of Tempest town. The landing certainly didn't help Draidon's condition. The glows faded gradually a few seconds later. a voice could be heard nearby. "Oh my F*cking Arceus!" The Raichu who had wrecked Draidon earlier shouted in fury. "YOU again!? You Motherf*cker, You put my little sister Thames into a Coma, ya know!" "Hey man, whoa, whoa..." The Manectric standing beside him said, trying to hold back his friend. "C'mon man, he's not worth it.. c'mon, everyone's waiting for us, brah... let's walk away from this and get the medicine to them. I'm sure you wanna check on Thames, right?" Sparks hissed and flew off of Raichu's body as he looked at Draidon on the ground... then he gradually willed himself to calm a little, though just enough to get his electricity under control. He was still very much pissed. "Fine..." he grumpled. "Fine, you're right... let's just get this medicine back to everyone at the cave..." he then turned his attention to the others who had crashed along with Draidon. "But you all..." he snarled. "Tell that f*cking dragon on the ground this; he don got lucky dis time because ma buddy Manny is here to hold me back, But I'ma find his a*s after this... and ain't even Palkia or Dialga or the Dark Lord Garitina, or even Lord Arceus himself gonna be able to help him when I do!" with that said, the Raichu scooped up the crate he had put down. it was noticebly filled with oran and sitrus berries, as well as reviver seeds spilling out of the top, and began walking towards the exit of town. As Raichu walked by Draidon's unconscious form, he tripped on a stone in the path and nearly fell, managing to balance himself in the nick of time. he glanced down and looked at the dragon type, thinking him to have tried something just now. "Oh..." he snarled. "So you wanna go now? alright!" he prepared to unleash thunder, only for Manny to again hold him back with words. "Hey man, Whoa, whoooaaa," he said. "It was a rock, brah, a rock is what you tripped on, alright? see, this ugly lizard is still knocked the hell out brah. C'mon, let's get back." "tell his a*s he don got lucky twice!" the Raichu shouted at the others again. "And tell him that he better thank ma homie Manny before I 86 his a*s!" with that said, the two of them walked off out of town and into the woods not far down the trail. Draidon chuckled on the ground as he opened his eyes. it wasn't clear as to how long ago he had regained consciousness, but he had obviously regained it. "Dumb a*s..." he sneered. he reached his arm over and took hold of the rock he had positioned in the middle of the road to trip the bastard, then tossed it off into the distance. he was noticeably wincing as he did so though. "Oh yeah... I'ma thank your friend Manny... woulda never worked without him..." it soon became obvious what he was talking about. on the ground next to his head were four reviver seeds that had spilled out of the crate as the other pokemon had tripped on the carefully placed rock. Draidon forced his neck to turn to the side, opening his mouth a reaching out with his tongue, managing to snag one of the healing seeds and draw it into his maw. He chewed and swallowed, finding his wounds good as new and sitting bolt upright a few seconds later... he looked at Ace and Sparks, as well as a strange Lillipup sleeping on the ground nearby. "Sorry about that...whole 'I'm gonna kill you' thing..." he lied, though one wouldn't be able to tell that he was being deceptive. Honestly, he wasn't sorry in the least bit about it, infact, he intended damn well to try again someday... and he would NOT fail when that time came... "Anyways, where the heck are we..." he looked over at Lilipup nearby. "And who's the kid over there?"

"That may all be well and good..." Stratos replied to Darius. "But one can't help but be suspicious when strangers seem to try to dance around answering when asked for their names...wait...no...can it...?" he looked around at the city, taking in the surreal surroundings, the ancient, perfectly preserved buildings, the pillar crystal, the cobblestones bathed a subtle silver... the fact that the damn place was underground...this was impossible... a pure fantasy, it had to be. "Gregor, Lewalt!" he called out. "Tis a Sorcery!" there was no answer from whoever these 'Gregor' and 'Lewalt' fellows were. Stratos glared at the quartet, assuming them to be figments of the magic induced illusion. he crouched down low and then launched himself up into the air, landing atop a nearby building and staring down at the travelers with a look of suspicion on his face. "I should've known that the Order of the White Crescent would resort to such things..." he snarled. "Damn it! I drop my guard for only a moment, and like that the bastards devise a way to defeat us...dropping all of us into this phantasm and destroy us one by one as we wonder in confusion...how many soldiers have just been slain because of my lack of foresight? how many brothers and fathers, sisters and mothers, aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces?" He raised his spear in a fury over the presumed deaths of all the troops under his command, black and white lightning coursing around it's length... "I can't ask you all for forgiveness for my failing this day..." he whispered under his breath, speaking to the spirits of all the men and women he thought to have perished. "But I can at least avenge you and end this Heresy!" he raised his spear, preparing to strike...

As soon as Crusader caught up to and passed Kenny and Ryu via the air, the metal bird found himself being pulled towards the ground with immense force. Left with no choice, he came in and prepared himself for a rough landing, his feet leaving a trail of sparks behind him as he skidded along the asphalt from the speed with which he had come in. The Bird scanned his surroundings after he finally came to a screeching halt... the area was darker, darker than it should've been, given the extensive lighting that usually adorned the Base's airfield. The Bird tried to take off again, managing to get a few meters into the air before the same force from before slammed it back to the ground. There was no way it could take off from here. and so it was that left with little other choice, Crusader began to put up a screeching distress call to Nathan... only to be silenced as it noticed a swinging, teal light nearby, and promptly fell asleep *** As Kenny and Ryu entered onto the Tarmac, a mysterious light seemed to emanate from the young soldier's periphery, swinging back and forth like a pendulum... then some strange force seemed to hit Ryu and the GAO fell flat on it's face, fast asleep. The same light from before appeared again, this time in front of Kenny... and as the soldier stared, he could feel his consciousness beginning to fade... *** Erick followed behind Clint and Logan and Nathan as they all pursued Kenny and his strange acting GAO, heading right towards the Tarmac. "Shit..." Erick cursed when he saw a tiny light flash in the distance and Kenny fall to the ground... he recognized that type of attack all too well from all the times he'd ordered Genisa to use it. "We need to stop here and split up to approach in different directions!" he yelled so that the others could hear him, though they were still too far for the enemy to. "If we all go in like a group like this, then they'll put us all to sleep as we enter, just like Kenny... I'll take the north and cover you all!" with that said he tore Genisa's capsule from his belt and without having to even send her out, was teleported away from the others in a flash of white.

"Yes, Actually," Ethic answered, keeping his eyes on that bloody table leg... he honestly hadn't any idea which answer would turn out better for him, but he figured he might as well go with the truth for now...though, in the back of his mind, he was secretly hoping that no matter the answer, this big lug would take a swing at him so that he'd have an excuse to wreck him...

Don't trust these folks with your NPCs... Or you could just let me control the NPCs for you and keep things going while you're away... since you know... yeah...

Sightless is right, the answer is 700 pounds.

((A russian criminal)) Ryu headed out of the doors and banked a hard right in the night air, headed straight for the tarmac... the Cadets would have to hurry if they didn't want to lose his trail...

"I don't know who the hell you think you are!" a voice called out in the night, interrupting Matrim's song. Cesealia was stalking towards Aaron from the house. the paralysis on her leg seemed to be gone. "But you must be a madman if you'd actually consider soul-binding these...things to yourself, let alone actually using them in combat..." Eric was right behind her as she confronted the young man. "There are certain unspoken things that shouldn't be done, Aaron..." he added. "And this... this is at the very top of that list." "God..." Aaron muttered. "Do you all really not see the huge strategic value here? we have an fighting force now, a small army." "I see no army here," Cesealia scoffed. "Only a group of inhuman monstrosities that will tear every last one of us apart the moment our backs are turned." "No they won't..." The key bearer said defensively. "Look, we're perfectly safe from them now, look at th-" "Kill them all... NOW." Cesealia ordered, interrupting him. "The only good nix is a dead one." "My god, you must be kidding me!" Aaron said. "Just because you're squeamish about them doesn't mean we should throw away the opportunity that's sitting right in front of us!" Eric stepped forward and took over the argument from cesealia at that point. "Alright..." he retorted. "Here's another reason then: There are these great little things called "Basic human rights"... they make it so that certain things done during war is deemed to be "Criminal"... this is one of those certain things. Using Nix warriors in combat, even against human beings who have sided with this Rossephus guy and are trying to destroy the world, is still a war crime if you do it." "And do you really think that he won't be willing to resort to such? just look at what happened to this Rodriguez man... obviously the person we're up against doesn't give two flying damns about human life." "Ah... I see your argument now. So just because our enemy doesn't care about right and wrong, means that we don't have to either?" "That's not what I meant!" "Yes it is. You know it just as much as I do." Aaron simply glared at Eric after that remark. "Don't give me that look." Eric chided. "You said to me that just because we're hunting a monster, doesn't mean that we have to become monster's in the process. This entire argument I put up just now is your own words, Aaron, not mine." He had nothing to say to that. there was nothing he could say... because Eric was completely right, and everyone standing there knew it. a few moments dragged on in silence. Eric got fed up with it after a few minutes. "Alright... I see that you intend to cross the line..." He said. "Congratulations, dumb ass, because you just lost every shred of integrity you have..." with that said he turned and began to walk off through the columns of Nix standing at Attention. He could only hope that this would work... And he knew it had when white tethers of light appeared all around him, extending out of the Nix Soldiers' chests towards Aaron. Eric turned to find the young man undoing his previous work. The Circular glyph representing the contract that had been forged hovered in the air. As everyone watched, the glyph cracked down the middle, which spread all across it's face. then the thing shattered as if it were glass. and the white tethers disappeared. The Soldier's eyes faded from white back to a deep black. "Good," Eric said. "now ki-" he was interrupted as the Nix began to swarm everywhere, breaking out of their previous formation and attacking everyone in sight, including Maximus and Matrim and Ko'Luki... but they couldn't inflict any injury seeing as how they all spontaneously burst into flame before they could get close enough to anyone. The monsters fell to the ground in a heap, where they went still as the flames continued to burn, lighting up the night like tiny camp fires. Aaron had his free hand held out, a miniature fire burning there, much like the ones engulfing what was just moments ago the group's small army. he closed his palm, killing the small flame and in turn ending the blaze. There was nothing left of the monsters, not even ash... the boy had an uncertain look on his face. He knew that ultimately what he'd done was 'Morally right'... but at the same time, he couldn't shake the feeling that his actions in destroying their only strategic advantage just now may have damn well cause everyone in the group, including himself, to have to pay with their lives for it in the future... he had the hunch that he had just signed all of their death warrants... "there..." he said, a bit dejectedly, worrying just how right that hunch might prove to be soon... "Now let's just bury this man and go rescue the others..."

oh yeah... hurry up and get out of the Mess hall... he's in the process of getting away...

Why... I wonder wherever that little russian infiltrator could've gone...

"A...Awake? what are you talking about...?" Stratos asked. "How could I have awaken if I never went to sleep in the first place? I've already told you... I was establishing the plan of attack... and then the next thing I remember is blackness... and then this... doppelganger here was trying to kill me..." he looked up at the group as he placed his pualdrons and cloak back on. "And who are you people?" he demanded. "I've never met any of you before... and yet you speak as though we've spoken at length in the past." Boho looked up to the roof tops around the area as the group continued the conversation... something was going on... sounded like there was a bunch of snakes nearby or something... "Hey," he called, interrupting the discussion. "Any of you all notice that hissing sound?" the sound he was referring to stopped suddenly a few seconds after though... ****** On a roof top overlooking the quartet... "Damn it..." Marcelos cursed under his breath. "I had hoped that the copy would suffice to put an end to this mess... but not only did he fail against Rossephus, but also went and had this happen..." He shook his head in disappointment as he sat down on the ancient, flat roof... he was honestly at a loss as to what to do now. Up until he had finally decided to take greater actions in intervention in Rosse's plotting in this world, Stratos had been his brother's High Champion via his allegiance to Azuaqyar... Marcelos had seen an opportunity in that. "I should have hidden the damn original better..." he said, criticizing himself. "Though... at the time, one had to admit, it was highly unlikely that anyone would've ever found this place again... and of course that got completely jinxed and became almost certain to happen... even with those damned snake sentries...And now I'm faced with the same issue I was all those years ago; what to do with Stratos Valgiri... the youngest son of his household and the youngest fool to ever become the puppet's head lackie..." "You could alwaysssss make another copy, my lord..." Hissed a voice behind him. ​ "Yesssssss, my liege... " another one hissed. "simple as sealing him in again and doing it over..." the young man glanced over his shoulder, finding the two naga warriors he'd brought along from their post awaiting behind him at attention... "it is not that simple, you fools..." he scolded. "and did I not tell you and your people to guard this city and scare away any who stumbled upon it? how is it that you think to explain this failure to me? well?" one of the Naga's shifted on his scaled feet, glancing at his comrade nervously with his serpentine eyes. The Naga were a long forgotten race, one hailing back from legends and tales long before even the Namorian empire reigned... They resembled men, most of them... albeit men who had legs and feet covered in serpent scales and eyes like that of a reptilian creature... and a forked tongue and set of fangs that could inject posion so potent that one drop was enough to kill ten people. Their numbers had dwindled over the millennia, ever since they'd left the surface world to hide underground, having made a pact with mankind... one that the hairless apes had forgotten just a few decades after, but that the scaled apes had not. The tribes had all but died off now; living under the earth's crust was too harsh... but not once had they ever tried to break the treaty. not once had they tried to save themselves by going above ground and quarreling with mankind again... even though they were dying because of a promise, they did not break their word. They had integrity, this race, that much was for sure. And this integrity is what had drawn Marcelos's attention to them...and every one of the forty surviving Nagas knew that he was their only hope to continue on in this world. "Thissss my fault, my liege..." one of the warriors admitted. "I went away to inssspect the prissson for a few momentssss... and thossse two explorersss mussst have found their way passst the perimeter... and then they in turn led that fire drake here... and that Drake left the copy and went off ssssomewhere... and thusss we've the sssituation that liesss before usss. Pleassse sir... mercy on my people; punisssh only me for thisss... twasss my error, and my error alone..." Marcelos said nothing in response. "Sssir?" the other soldier asked cautiously, anticipating the wrath of god to be brought upon them in a few seconds... "There will be no punishment..." Marcelos finally sighed. "Not to you or your people... perhaps we can use this our advantage..." "Oh, thank you, lord, thank you!" One of the soldiers hissed. "Thine Mercy knowsss no boundsss! thine benevolence tisss gre-" Down below a voice interrupted the naga's praising speech. "Hey, Any of you all notice that hissing sound?" "Shit..." Marcelos again cursed. "Both of you, get down, now. And shut your mouths, else they'll hear us." the soldiers did as he ordered, and the young man soon joined them, lying on his stomach on the roof top. he peered out over the lip of the building, maintaining a visual on the travelers... though a skilled sniper would be able to easily spot him there...

((oh great... we got a clinger...)) Draidon ate the Sitrus Berry Ace had put near his mouth, deciding that he'd have to bide his time... that the day for vengence would come, but for now he would not act any further... but he vowed that he would never forget his new goal...and as he took a bite, the effects of the healing fruit were nigh. it felt better, sure... but after the beating he just took from that boomburst? his entire body was still hurting like Groudon had just break-danced using him as the freaking floor. At this point, a Sitrus berry had about as little use as putting a tiny bandage on a gunshot wound. and so it was that, having been pushed far beyond his limit, the Dragon faded into unconsciousness soon after, Not even awake to realize that the Timburr, the very one he'd been trying to kill in the first place, was now clinging to his arm. Underneath Draidon's body pulsed a light blue light... little did anyone know that the Orb he had found earlier had been shattered upon his impact with the ground.. and little did anyone know that if they didn't get clear in a few seconds, the now activated effects of the Escape orb would send them all back to town...

This makes a whole lot of sense actually... especially since I don't act aggressively IRL... because it all comes out on these forums...