Fantasy Crimson Lotus - We take what is ours (Always open)

[Ms. Sparrow]

Desani Petrova


Gazza;bank


Something about Yostro made Desani feel safe as he moved in front of her. She felt could relate to him. Perhaps it was his dragon blood or the previous conversation. Desani reached under her cloak and got out her gold purse from her leather satchel. She threw it on the ground at the Johns feet. "Take it. It's probobly worth more then you are." Her British accent a bit more thicker then it was 5 minutes ago.


She dropped her braclet as well then looked at her necklace. It was a very expensive looking silver one, with a dragon pendent, it's eyes filled with red gems as well. Her mother had bought it for her. She never got to give it to her though. She looked up sharply causing her hood to fall down and it unviel we her face. Showing the face of the Queen of Atlantica. She wouldn't give him the neclace. She'd rather die. A pit of fear settled in her stomach instantly as her face was shown to the bank. There was no use. She stepped away from the group entirely, backing into Johns crew unintentionally. One grabbed her arm and in instinct she turned around and stabbed him in the chest. He fell on the ground screaming and in panic, Desani turned and made a beeline for the back door of the bank.

 

[DemonicPossession]

John Rightfall-Grazza Island bank

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John's eyes lit up as he saw the girls face, another royal that's two in one day his luck might be turning. John didn't really care about the sack of money she dropped he had a bigger prize on his hands, but he had to deal with the other two who had a interest in her as well one of them mentioned a ship maybe they were pirate to? John's thought were cut off as the queen started to back off and when one of his crew stopped him she stabbed him and started running, this was it John had enough of problems and things messing up his plan. *BANG* John fired his pistol at the general direction of the queen letting his pistol do the aiming for him "Finally we are doing something" He then drew his sword "Get the girl I am not having this one get away as well" He lunched him self at the young man who drew his sword at him, fainting an overhead swing and then changing into a thrust towards the man's chest.

 

[Scattered Ambitions]

Meraid growled, then grabbed Desani by her wrist. "If ye wish to stay alive, lass, get down to my ship. The crew'll protect ye, of ye tell 'em Meraid sent ye." She pushed her out the door, then turned just the man was about to plunge his sword into Yostro's chest. She batted the sword away with one of her pistols, the held it to the mans chest. "I warned ye. Don't touch any of my crew. Ye get the princess, I get the white haired one. Understand?"


@DemonicPossession

 

[Stormblooded]

Yostro Sogaaldov


Grazza Bank


Yostro sneered as he glared into the Captain John's eyes. He turned his head slightly when he heard Meraid speak, and let out a displeased grunt, and spat on the ground by John's foot.


He tipped his sword down and back up in a V- dip, and when it was back to being trained on John, the gold purse hung near the hilt. Yostro was startled by the sound of the gunshot, and didn't have much time to react to the captain lunging at him.


Quickly, he slammed the flat of his own blade into that of the captian's, knocking it it away from his chest, but not enough to deflect it from him completely. The sword dug itself across Yostro's left shoulder, and he snarled.


"Hope you got this one, Cap'n!" He shouted to Meraid before he ducked and shoved his way through John's men, chasing after Desani. When he was close enough, he sheathed his sword, and reached out and grabbed Desani, and turned, bursting through the doors backwards.


Yostro broke into a sprint and headed towards the docks, Desani held in front of him.


"Don' worry, your majesty," he said, the last word, a sarcastic sneer on his tounge. "I don' plan on tyin' ye up. Don' think of people as property like cap'n does." He assured her.


"Did you get hit?"

 

[Kazehana]

Opal noticed his discomfort and stopped touching him. "I see," she mumbled with a gentle smile. After a few moments, she caught him looking at her jewellery, and with a slight sigh, she took out a diamond stud from her earring, holding it in her palm and holding her arm out to him. "Do you want this? Take it if you wish," she murmured with regret. It was one of her favourite pieces of jewellery, but she liked the look of this bird so didn't mind at all.
The sun was scorching her back due to her backless dress, but she was used to the weather on the island, so it didn't affect her much. Waiting for him to take the jewellery, she peered around at her surroundings once more. After a few moments of contemplating what would happen, she realised the bird would most likely fly away. "How about we give you a name? I cannot call you nothing, can I?" She mumbled again, along with her friendly smile.

Chronos - Grazaa

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Studying her, Chronos wasn't sure if he was to take the earring or not. It looked like it might be a trap, especially given her strangely jubilant disposition. "I had been called by something once. Though not many believe me to be alive," he responded simply, though mainly just avoiding her questions. The less she knew, the better.


He spent the most part simply debating with himself whether or not this was a trap, or if the rock was even worth it. In reality, he knew that the rock had no practical value to him, nor could he use it for anything useful. Besides, he already had the amethyst necklace, so why would he need more?


His tail feathers ruffled as he changed the winds according to schedule. Soon, as the sun sank into the sky, he would need to keep the temperature sufficiently high to counteract the disappearance of the sun. Tonight, the area was due for a massive cold front, but that didn't suit his pans well, so he decided to largely ignore its existence and make his own plan. His plan was much better anyway.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Opal frowned when he didn't take the earring, so she simply just placed the diamond back into her ear. "If you really don't want it, then I guess I'll keep it..." With a soft sigh, she fiddled with her nose ring, adjusting it so that it lay comfortably on her septum. The arrows pointed inwards, as if pointing at each other, but they never actually touched.


The parakeet on her shoulder squawked impatiently so she began to walk, closer to the point once more. To avoid being captured once more, she made her being less obvious by hiding in plain sight. She looked around nervously, avoiding stray pirates as she did so. It was quite easy to spot them. Ragged hair, sharp features, eyepatches, daggers, bandanas- the whole lot.


Looking behind her, she wondered if the previous bird had followed her, she assumed he did so she just began to speak in a whisper. "I am Opal, if you wish to know. And....I don't mean to be a pain at all...But, maybe could you keep a look out for any...Well, pirates?....It's a long story, and I'm sure you don't want to hear." Slowly, she made her way to the beach, hidden behind the rocks she was forced to climb down from before. The sand burnt her feet, much like the rest of the ground she had been stepping on. Luckily for her, she was short so not as noticeable, but her hair came to a great disadvantage. Having naturally purpley plum hair meant she was easily spotted, and that was a huge problem.

 

[Kazehana]

Chronos - Grazaa

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Chronos followed her, but only because he still aimed to get the earring. But he had to be cautious because it could still be a part of her trap. He didn't know what humans did. He wasn't the biggest fan of being at the mercy of a human, so being captured was quite out of the question for him. "Pirates? Oh they're already looking for you," he responded, hovering down to the beach. On the shore, he folded his wings in, breathing in the salty air. Being inland for that long made you appreciate how serene the ocean was.


He roosted, looking at the sea beyond. Why should he need rocks when he has the glistening waters to retreat to? The realization calmed his strange lust for the shinies, letting him relax once more. As he did, the sun's dense rays reignited the fire that perpetually surrounds him, allowing him to reclaim his position as the star of the earth. He felt like a terrestrial ball of energy, providing warmth and flow to the world. Perhaps he just needed to remember his purpose in the world. And he did.


@xxbetaspiritxx

 

[Pyosimros]

Edward Payton


Tags - @Mena and @Rantos


Location - Grazza; Bar




In most situations, Edward would accept any romance. Being in the midst of a firefight however, is a moment in which he would go against it. After shooting his second flintlock, Edward hid behind the table once again to be met with Saki's half-drunken words. It wouldn't be wise to take her words to heart, she'll likely forget she had even said anything remotely of the sort once he gets Kala and Saki out of this.


"Wonderful! We'll organize on a later date. Now isn't the time-," Edward was cut off by Saki tossing a cartridge in his direction, and he caught it with his free hand. It wouldn't be wise to reload at the moment, since it seemed like everyone in the room probably used up their single shot. Holstering both flintlocks again, Edward looked back at Saki as she was about to do something. Reaching in to kiss him, Edward stopped it by getting a grip on her shoulders. Upon doing this, she giggled and remarked that she should kiss him. He simply shook his head, let go, and said, "We'll get all romantic later, when you're both sober, and everyone's dead."


Standing up, Edward drew his blade, ready to enter some more up-close combat. Everyone's hastily reloading, which gives him a moment to catch them while their distracted. Using the table as a launch pad, he went into the air and stabbed through someone's chest upon landing a second later. Looking to his left, Kala seems to be ripping through everyone. With the two of them, everyone should be taken care of momentarily.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Desani heard the gun fire before she felt it. As she ran as fast as she could, her white hair whipping back. Desani cursed in dragon tongue under her breath as she ran, turning a corner she saw the purple hair and a beautiful bird, seeing the round face she yelled "Opal?!" in relief and in question. Just then she felt a searing pain in her side that almost made her want to puke. Looking at her side, she had been shot just above her left hip. A large blood stain forming on the dress. Just then she felt her self yanked from behind, and she felt herself forcefully dragged out of Opals sight.


Desani struggled and kicked as the strong arms dragged her to the docks. When he put her down the voice suprised her. It was Yostro. She turned around sharply and out of anger and fear and the feeling of helplessness she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. The pain in her side was hurting more and more each second and her visons started to blur slightly mixing up Yostros face in her vision. Desani's face looked broken and defeated, yet anger showed in her eyes. "What does it matter?!" She spat in a harsh voice, she had this odd feeling of betrayal from him and instantly took a step away from Yostro.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Opal sharply turned at the sound of her name to see Desani, then she saw her being dragged. Taking one look at the fiery bird, she ran in the direction she had seen Desani being grabbed. She was running so fast it was almost as if her feet weren't even touching the ground. The wind lapped at her face, making her eyes water slightly, and her nose pinch. Skidding to a halt, she stared at the man who had a hold of her friend, and she grit her teeth, edging closer. "Let her go," she hissed through her teeth.


Without a second thought, she also brought her hand up against his cheek, leaving a sickening sound of flesh upon flesh. It was much harder than she intended, and she even muttered an apology. Quite abruptly, she prised Desani from Yostro's grasp and she pulled her away from the scene, only to receive a warm, sticky liquid on her finger tips. "What in the-" she exclaimed, mouth agape and a frown plastered on her face as she looked down at her friend's hip.

 

[DemonicPossession]

John laughed as the girl pointed the pistol at him, "Would you be so kind and look around you, you are in my nest surrounded by my crew and you are all alone now that you sent your boy after the queen" John didn't flinch he manged to keep his sword but she was standing too far too strike at her, and pulling his pistol would take too long even if it finished its reloading. He wasn't scared but he wasn't stupid either, he will let his crew handle her if needs be. He was more worried about the two royals he had two royals in his grasp and they both escaped, rage couldn't even begin to describe how he felt someone is going to get punished for this that was for sure.

 

[Stormblooded]

Yostro Sogaaldov


Grazza Docks


Yostro blinked as Desani slapped him, and he simply turned his attention to the blood soaking through her clothing.


"You've been sh-" he was cut off by the pain of another hand across his face. At this, he closed his eyes and sighed. Rolling his eyes, he slowly took a few steps and stood behind the newcomer and Desani.


"She's been shot. 'Nother pirate got to her, I was trying to protect her." He snarled. He put his hand on Opal's shoulder and gently pushed past her and crouched in front of Desani, and inspected the wound, and he looked back at Opal.


"She needs help, bu' I can't do much to 'elp a gunshot like this." He said, he sounded calm, but a spark of worry could be seen in his eyes.


@DarknessSpirit @xxbetaspiritxx

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Opal stifled for air when she was pushed out of the way. "You're a pirate.....Your crew wants to take her, that's what you've been sent here to do, right? Don't take her, please." She allowed a small whimper to escape her lips as she watched. Her knowledge on first aid was non existent. Kneeling beside Yostro, she apologised again for hurting him and then gasped at the sudden appearance of the grey parakeet with a lemon yellow circle around both eyes.


It chirped with uncertainty at the scene in front of them both, and tugged on Opal's shoulder. She frowned and continued to watch, oblivious to everything around her. All she could see and wanted to see was Yostro and Desani, and helping the girl. She began to shake at the sight of so much blood, and the nauseous feeling returned to dwell in the pits of her stomach.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Desani Petrova


Gazza; docks


"OPAL!" Desani said way to excitedly, throwing her arms up, she gave her friend a wobbly hug, as specks of purple and yellow flew through her vision. She looked at her wound and put on a smug smirk "Well that looks like a problem." She said lazily, as she started to wobble. Obviously she looked delirious. She suddenly felt very tired. And the pain started to feel numb as piqued started to come out of the dress the more she moved.


She suddenly just sat down, on her knees. "Very tired." Desani mumbled, trying to keep her eyes open.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Opal hugged Desani back until she had sat down. Her friend was much taller than she was, so when she sat down and Opal tried to bring her back to her feet, it was reasonably tricky. Her piercing, forest green eyes stared into her friend's. The flecks of blue, grey, and honey were usually soothing for others to look at, so she wondered if it would be the same at the time being. "Damn pirates," she hissed behind gritted teeth. Though innocent and oblivious to everything, she felt that cursing was the best option to relieve her fear and anger.


Gently, she tapped Desani's cheek softly. "Des, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three of her thin fingers with a concerned frown. They couldn't be dealing with this, not with pirates chasing after them.

 

[Scattered Ambitions]

John laughed as the girl pointed the pistol at him, "Would you be so kind and look around you, you are in my nest surrounded by my crew and you are all alone now that you sent your boy after the queen" John didn't flinch he manged to keep his sword but she was standing too far too strike at her, and pulling his pistol would take too long even if it finished its reloading. He wasn't scared but he wasn't stupid either, he will let his crew handle her if needs be. He was more worried about the two royals he had two royals in his grasp and they both escaped, rage couldn't even begin to describe how he felt someone is going to get punished for this that was for sure.

"Yes, I realize the situation we are in. I'm not blind. But I also know what a disadvantage you are at, and I know that once I leave here, the girl, possibly both of them will be on my ship. So, how much are you willing to pay?"


(Sorry for the short post again, I'm back on my phone)

 

[DemonicPossession]

"HAHA Really now I am the one in a disadvantage? My crew probably gathered more than enough money to make this trip worth my while, I don't have the need for the girls. And tell me something will it still be YOUR ship if you are dead?" John said at first laughing then slowly as he talked his anger tone came back and cold dark eyes with it. His men learned from previous errors finally covered both of the exits not giving the other captain a way to escape. "Can't we just shot her?" His pistol said, after finally shooting someone it seems he only grew more impatient to shot again. While shooting her was a compiling idea it was also a risky one, and besides his crew was pointing at least five guns at her he doubts anyone will be stupid enough to take six men on her own.

 

[Scattered Ambitions]

"HAHA Really now I am the one in a disadvantage? My crew probably gathered more than enough money to make this trip worth my while, I don't have the need for the girls. And tell me something will it still be YOUR ship if you are dead?" John said at first laughing then slowly as he talked his anger tone came back and cold dark eyes with it. His men learned from previous errors finally covered both of the exits not giving the other captain a way to escape. "Can't we just shot her?" His pistol said, after finally shooting someone it seems he only grew more impatient to shot again. While shooting her was a compiling idea it was also a risky one, and besides his crew was pointing at least five guns at her he doubts anyone will be stupid enough to take six men on her own.

"Well then," Meraid chuckled, "since you don't need either of them, I'll be off." She turned tail, and was about to walk out the door, when she whipped around, aimed, and shot and John, and another of his crew. The bullet hit the crew member in the center of his forehead. Crimson liquid began leaking out of the hole, and he fell backwards. Then, Meraid walked out.


@DemonicPossession

 

[HunterCameron]

Timone | Grazaa Islands Port (On board the Bloodied Roses ship)


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Timone grunted as he picked up a barrel full of extra stay* he had found laying near the docking floor, someone had left their supplies unprotected and he indulged in a free supplies run. The ship could always use extra rope, besides, he needed something to do while most of the crew explored. Timone decided against leaving the ship because he disliked the land to a great extent, the Captain had said to be back before sundown, so not leaving was in his best interest. He might as well get some work done instead of twiddling his thumbs. He hoisted the barrel and let it sit on his shoulder, then trekked the small plank up to the ships bow. About ten steps in and he placed the heavy barrel down, deciding to bring it to the orlop* in a while. For now he would tidy up the ship, retie the nipper and make sure the anchor cable was secure in place. Many would call Timone a "Tight Ass" due to his preciseness, but he believed a well kept ship lead to a well kept crew.





Timone craftily untied the sheet at the foremast, and pulled it as hard as he could until there was little lee-way. He retied the shroud with a brand new hitch and tugged on the knot for reassurance. As he was about to repeat the same procedure on a nearby line a strong gust of wind surprised him.





"Aye that be the comin' of a storm me betin'!," He looked up to the sky to see dark grey clouds forming steadily, and smiled wistfully before walking towards the barrel he brought up earlier. "It ain't even me birthday yet, how lucky this old salt is!" He paused to chuckle at himself and once again placed the barrel upon his shoulder. "Should brin' this down t' the orlop b'fore the storm picks up any." He continued toward the door that lead down to the lower decks and opened the door with one arm. On his way down the stairway he started to whistle an old sea shanty.





*A heavy rope, support for a mast or spar.


*The lowest deck on a ship, used for covering storage.

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[Mena]

Saki: Bar at Grazza Island



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Saki glanced at Edward as he pounced over the table, attacking a poor misfortunate soul that dared to shoot at them. Saki was just ducking behind the table as shots rang out across the bar, the occasional bullet missing directly a couple inches away from her. She just wanted a simple dinner and these fools....dare take that way from her. Saki rose from her hiding spot, her red eyes seemed to be getting a deeper shade of red. A spray of bullets from opposing guns were fired in her direction, Saki just stood there, perfectly calm.


She stopped the bullets in mid-air, dropping them all on the ground. "Those that dare fire upon a princess of darkness, shall be burned in hell. Their souls with be lost in the "void", in eternal agony." Saki was smirking the entire time, even making it more serious. Saki never smirks nor grins if she wasn't even being serious, this told everyone that she wasn't bluffing. Her hand moved in a circular motion, chanting each spell perfectly in order to gain access to the "void". Her hands completed the spell she just chanted; in her hands was her scythe she nicknamed, Red Lotus.


"Alright, I'll just level this entire place to the ground!" Saki exclaimed, showing off yet another hidden side to her personality. Saki was just as determined to get something to eat and punish the people that interrupted her food time. She raised her scythe, and in one or in this case two swipes; she cut off the entire building's roof. She was giggling the entire time she did it, someone had finally made her snap.


Tags: @Rantos @Pyosimros

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Desani Petrova


Gazza docks


She squeezed her eyes a moment. She knew now was not the time, she clenched her teeth. She looked at Opals hands, straining her somewhat blurry vison on her hands. Desani looked closer. "3 fingers." She said as she stood up. Weakly. The pain instantly returning, she let out a long breath to avoid screaming. Damnit how did she get in this stupid mess, a hot breeze blew her white wavy hair back and she looked at Opal suddenly, as if just realizing she was there. "Opal why aren't you at your castle? Where are you gaurds? Are you okay?" She questioned.


Desani furrowed her brows and quickly paced around. Despite the searing pain in her hips. Desani curled her finger in a ringlet as she paced, it was an unintentional habit. Desani thoughts raced, she couldn't run like this, not because she couldn't think she could but because it looked physically impossible, the bullet would just get deeper she was guessing. Desani had to get away from the pirates and she'd take Opal with her, she wasn't any safer then she was. Desani looked at Yostro "Please let us go" her voice almost sounding desperate. She was to weak to fight him so her only way out was him. Although she didn't know how far she'd get. Desani could feel herself being on the verge of blacking out.

 

[Kazehana]

Timone | Grazaa Islands Port (On board the Bloodied Roses ship)


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Timone grunted as he picked up a barrel full of extra stay* he had found laying near the docking floor, someone had left their supplies unprotected and he indulged in a free supplies run. The ship could always use extra rope, besides, he needed something to do while most of the crew explored. Timone decided against leaving the ship because he disliked the land to a great extent, the Captain had said to be back before sundown, so not leaving was in his best interest. He might as well get some work done instead of twiddling his thumbs. He hoisted the barrel and let it sit on his shoulder, then trekked the small plank up to the ships bow. About ten steps in and he placed the heavy barrel down, deciding to bring it to the orlop* in a while. For now he would tidy up the ship, retie the nipper and make sure the anchor cable was secure in place. Many would call Timone a "Tight Ass" due to his preciseness, but he believed a well kept ship lead to a well kept crew.





Timone craftily untied the sheet at the foremast, and pulled it as hard as he could until there was little lee-way. He retied the shroud with a brand new hitch and tugged on the knot for reassurance. As he was about to repeat the same procedure on a nearby line a strong gust of wind surprised him.


"Aye that be the comin' of a storm me betin'!," He looked up to the sky to see dark grey clouds forming steadily, and smiled wistfully before walking towards the barrel he brought up earlier. "It ain't even me birthday yet, how lucky this old salt is!" He paused to chuckle at himself and once again placed the barrel upon his shoulder. "Should brin' this down t' the orlop b'fore the storm picks up any." He continued toward the door that lead down to the lower decks and opened the door with one arm. On his way down the stairway he started to whistle an old sea shanty.





*A heavy rope, support for a mast or spar.


*The lowest deck on a ship, used for covering storage.

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Chronos - Grazaa Bay

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Enjoying his time on the beach, Chronos hadn't noticed the clouds that were forming on the horizon. When he did, he would have frowned, should a bird have been able to. This storm wasn't on his schedule, and he had to figure out a way to get rid of it fast. The rain wouldn't allow him justification to maintain the island's temperature overnight, which would throw off what he had planned tomorrow. And that just cascades and ruins everything.


Now that he was paying attention, the pressure was dropping and the wind was picking up, which wasn't a good sign for him. Getting up from his comfortable position, he took off, headed for the clouds in the distance. His beautiful flames trailed behind him like a tail, making him feel like a shooting star. But this wasn't the time for that. He had work to do; work he probably shouldn't have neglected for so long.


Once he arrived at the scene of the crime against his schedule, he surveyed the area, looking for the easiest solution. And that was, of course, to change the direction of the wind. It would be far too suspicious and unnatural if he simply dispelled them. As he hovered, he looked around, looking for the easiest place to dispatch the storm without much harm. He opted to shift the winds southwest because if he did, it connected with the usual winds with accordance to latitude and planetary spin, so he went with it. Doing so at the early stage was enough to make it pass by the island with virtually no chance of it hitting the coast of the island.


Proud of himself, though for such an easy task, he headed back for the beach to resume his relaxation. He glided over until he was close, then plummeted to the ground at an angle with his flaming tail streaking behind him. Sometimes, it was fun to be a shooting star.

 

[The Elder]

Koziak - Grazza Islands Bar





While his fellow crew mates raid the town, Koziak on the other hand got him a quick drink at the town's bar. He had his feet propped up on the table as he drunk the towns rum. While the towns people within the bar exchanged gun fire, he only wished a bullet came his way so he can have a perfectly good reason to slice them up, even though he would've done it without a reason. Not one bullet came his way, but surprisingly one did make it's way towards the girl, who was hiding. As the bullet approached her she seemed so calm and relaxed. Koziak was impressed when she stopped the bullet, then soon cut the roof of the building. Hmm what a girl. He thought as he witnessed what she did. Somebody has a bad temper. @Mena

 

[Pyosimros]

Edward Payton


Tags - @Mena and @Rantos


Location - Grazza; Outside The Bar




Just need a few more, and we can leave this place.


Grabbing the flintlock from the now dead man's corpse, Edward shot it at someone else, killing them almost instantly. Lucky shots today, he guessed. Usually took more than two shots to kill otherwise. Taking the sword out of the other man's chest, Edward swiftly parried an otherwise annoying blow to the shoulder. Grabbing a nearby tankard, he smashed it across the man's face, rendering him dazed and wounded for the moments to come. With an opportunity to finish him off, Edward plunged the blade through him.


Now that Edward got a couple kills in, he looked over to see how everyone else was doing. Kala, was still slicing through everyone. Saki, was well, turning into the unnerving person he only witnesses rarely. She threatened to level the place to the ground, which Edward had no doubt she would do. With two swipes, the roof was cut down, and it began to cave in.


"Damnit! I'm not getting near crushed by a roof this time!" Edward shouted over to them, sheathing his blade. Grabbing both Kala and Saki, he began dashing out of the bar. Within a few seconds, he was out and gently placed them onto the ground. Looking back, the roof had completely caved in. The chances of even innocents making it out, was likely low.


"That... was a way of taking care of everyone I suppose."

 

[The Elder]

Koziak- Destroyed Bar in Grazza


As the roof started to cave in Koziak pulled out his long katana sword and simply cut his way through the roof, being unharmed by the destruction. He whistles in awe. He looks up at the people standing clear from the destruction as he still had his foot propped up. I bet it'll be lovely to fight one of them. He thought to himself. @Mena @Pyosimros @Rantos