Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

[A Y U]

"I don't.." She responded, her eyes shifting up and down his body as he kept fidgeting. Did he want to find it that badly? "Go and find it or something?" Kirsa said softly as she pulled her clothes on.


Claus stumbled about, nurses and a doctor coming over to aid him as they put him to a bed. He laid there as they tended to is injured body.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

Sabrin walks back to base covered in blood and a few bullet wounds, and on his shoulder were eighteen severed heads dangling like trophies.

 

[Umbra Regalia]

Revnoir stared at her for a long moment. The tone of her voice made him think maybe she was getting annoyed by his insanity. He grew silent, his Threads forming clothes over his body. He glanced at Kirsa quickly before returning his gaze to what he was doing – collecting his other clothes into a ball and dispersing the Threads.

 

[Aurath Moonblood]

Aura had eventually walked away from Yulier. She was right. He didn't need to depend on her to keep himself sane. That only made him weak. He now sat atop a tower, fighting with the voices in his own head.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

As Sabrin entered the base he could not help but see a trail of blood leading somewhere. Curious, he follows the trail of blood, while he kept his katana ready for action. He followed and followed the trail of blood like a blood hound until he reached the infirmary.


He opened the door slightly to take a quick peek before entering. As he entered, doctors and nurses gaze at him in horror, but until they realized it was just their friendly-neighborhood-psychopath did they just went on with what they were doing.


'Nothing strange here, just doctors and nurses tending to the wounded' he thinks to himself taking a deep sigh. 'Yep, nothing strange at all.. Wait.. Hold on... Who's that blue haired guy?' Sabrin glared at the unknown injured man in the infirmary.

 

[Spazzycat101]

After catching her breath and listening to her sister's footsteps echoing away, Amelia straightened and tried to regain her composure. Her finger twitched again. Ugh... She nearly needed the satisefaction of some kind of kill... Whomever, whatever, even... She could feel her mace at her side, her hand rested on her gun that was at her hip, and the knife sheathed down her boot reminded her of the feeling. She hoped that she wouldn't be screwing over one of Abel's plans or whatnot with one little kill... She hadn't formally been given anything to do.


Still, her head whipped about at the sound of someone stumbling through the door to the base, and making their way to the medical wing. Though she couldn't see who it was, she could hear the sounds down a couple more of the maze-like halls and she drew her gun, more like a reflex than anything. A small grin flickered across her face before she found her way to the general area of the medical wing, standing discreetly just outside the doorway to the room in which the injured were kept.

 

[Umbra Regalia]

Xillia had snuck out immediately after the door had been shut behind Abel, and had ventured out into the snowy landscape with the help of Ghost. The Wraith had helped her get close to the base, defending her from anything that may attack. Xillia sang quietly as they approached the base with only a few minutes of walking left.


(Below is the song she's singing)


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[Kamasive Nionnova]

Sabrin was always paranoid after his incident. Hearing someone behind him, he points his katana at the person on the doorway. His face sweat, thinking it was a Leaviathan, how he hates and fears them.


"Who ya might be?" he asked at the female standing at the doorway, feeling a sense of calm and relief it wasn't a frikkin Leviathan.

 

[Spazzycat101]

(Have to go kinda soon, our flight is about to board.)


Bringing her gun up to parry the katana that swung at her face, Amelia jumped a small bit as the sword came to face her. Her eyes flicked once between her gun, the blade that had almost knicked the barrel, and the person holding the sword at her.


'That is just about one person's business to know, and I don't believe it's yours.' That was all the girl replied with, her one eye giving a bitter glare. Not moving her other hand, she brought one up to readjust the gauze patch over her eye. Her mouth was turned in a kind of sneer, obviously showing displeasure at having a very very pointy object in her face.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

"And it is one's business to know the person's name in order to get a mutual understanding, and too prevent bloodshed in the near future.. Of course, you won't have a future until you answer me. Now, who-are-you?" Sabrin stepped back a little, dropping his trophy heads to the floor causing a little mess. He gripped his katana with both of his hands, positioning for defensive measures.


"And I just butchered 23 men this morning, took the heads of 18, and then turned the rest into mulch amd effigies.." Sabrin grinned psychoticly.


((Hope you won't pass the Beruda Triangle Spaz... Or else.. Illuminati))

 

[King Of Drift]

"Plip plop, splish splash, splash splash splash, plippity plop" Yaboku said quietly. He saw water dripping from the walls. It fell. Over and over. Fall.

 

[Spazzycat101]

(Nah, were nowhere near there. )


'Ooh, bloodshed you say?' Amelia's gaze flickered to the collection of heads and back, and she spoke with a sarcastic tone, 'I'm perfectly fine with a little bit of bloodshed. But, if your words are considered, that also means that I should be told your name as well, despite me not actually caring.' Slowly, Amelia clicked the safety off on her gun. It gave a loud click that caused a smile to spread over her face momentarily. That sound was nice.

 

[King Of Drift]

"Tch I expected more bang when we were here... Boring... Maybe outside will satisfy my hunger. My Bloodlust." Yaboku sighed. He slowly jumped out of an open window. Yaboku shivered and hugged himself. He slowly made his way up the mountain. Cold and freezing.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

"Ya gonna try and shoot me?" Sabrin asked with a chuckle of amusement. "Don't even bother, I once took a ten shotgun shells - point blank - straight to the chest. And don't even start with me about a headshot.." he frowned. 'Bollocks, is she really gonna try and shoot me? With civis nearby? Got to get her weapons first then.'


Sabrin slightly moved forward towards the woman, preparing to grab her gun. Doctors and nurses took nearby cover to prevent getting caught in the crossfire of the two.

 

[Spazzycat101]

'Good thing this isn't a shotgun, hm?' The smile reappeared on Amelia's face, then with reflexive speed, she turned and threw herself forward into a somersault that ended in a less-than-satisefactory landing, but a landing nonetheless. Now crouching on one knee with her gun still clutched in her hand, white-knuckled, she tilted her head quickly to the side in order to properly aim. Instead of firing, though, she discreetly slipped her knife from her other boot to hold at the ready.


Fight. A fight! She had been needing a fight.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

"Let's take this outside, shall we?" Sabrin says, looking concerned for the people in the ward.

 

[A Y U]

Kirsa frowned as she watched him leave, sitting on the bed alone. She didn't say anything, dropping her head as she let out a subtle sigh.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Outside? Well... if they were to fight outside, then she would probably have an advantage, unburdened as she was by cold. She could also finish him quietly, less of an uproar or commotion to be had. Though, if she were to comply to his suggestion, the battle would probably be more of a mock fight, not her intended battle to the death.


She gave a blink, and, after waiting another moment, slipped her knife back into her boot. She never slackened the hold on her pistol. Standing, she gave a nod at his request for relocating the battle. By now, the smile had faded from her face and had come to be replaced by a more serious look, a blank one that still, perhaps it was because of her lack of an eye, felt wary, sternly cautious.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

"Follow me then.. Weaver.." Sabrin said with a smile with a slight mock, he could feel the people at the ward being at ease, no longer needing to be caught in the crossfire.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

Sabrin led the woman outside of the castle and into the snowy forest. He knew for a fact that she was a Weaver, giving him a slight disadvantage from strength, speed, reflexes, and other capabilities, he had to rely on one thing he never thought of ever using in combat, but it was now an exception this time -- stealth and cheap tricks.

 

[Spazzycat101]

He he. Amelia did what she could to suppress the cold grin climbing back onto her face at the smell -- or rather, lack thereof -- of the snow. Ah, into the woods. While the blue of her hair might stand out, she didn't mind. She could easily hide that if need be. She also seriously doubted that anyone would want to use a wooded area other than as an obstacle for the opponent, and she tried not to let that deter her either. She could outlast many people, especially in enduring cold. She was more accustomed to her victim putting up less of a fight, but she could stand to let this one exhaust himself before striking the final blow. Either way, she could use the trees as cover or even a trap if need be.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

"Al'aight this will suffice," Sabrin clapped his hands together happily, scouting the foolige for nearby fox-holes to hide. "I suggest you find somewhere to hide, before we start.."


Sabrin gripped the handle of his katana, preparing to play Hide-And-Seek, with a twist -- injuries and fatalities.

 

[Spazzycat101]

'How convenient,' Her voice showed a bit of irritation at being told what to do. She didn't need to be told twice, though. In fact, she didn't even need to be told once..! 'I was already counting on it.' With that, she sprung off between the trees until it was all but impossible to see the place she had originally stood. Once there, she began to make her way up one of the few less pine-like trees, and then crossed over to one farther away. Close enough to the trunk at her precarious height, the tangled webs of branches obscured the ground below unless she were to shimmy to the end of the tree's limb. Even so, her blue-grey sweater could camouflage her against the dull, wintry sky. Now, she took her mace from her hip -- for the first time that day! -- and began to wait.


A first strike such as the one she had planned would be risky, at least with such a high fall, it could probably break her ankle, even with the snow to cushion her fall. Either way, she did plan to let the fall be broken by a person as well. That would probably help.

 

[Kamasive Nionnova]

And so the hunt begins. Sabrin unsheathed his katana, readying it for action as he slowly and cautiously creeped in the forest, searching every nook and cranny their was. To his surprise, he's having a hard time finding her. But a smirk went across his face as he sees a little bird pecking on the ground for grubs. He kneeled down with one knee as extended his arm at the bird.


"Come now little fella, help me out.." He ushered to the bird. The bird tilted its head for a few seconds pondering who the man was -- Friend or Foe? --, it then began to cautiously hopped towards Sabrin's palm, taking short stops to examine him, until it stood on Sabrin's palm. "Call your allies my little bird friend.." He said, gently stroking the bird by the head to gain it's trust.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Hmm... Mace or knife, mace or knife..? Below Amelia, almost directly, she heard the quiet noise of speech float up through the air. When one spends as much time isolated as her, one gets to notice the little things. The tiniest sounds, the most quiet of noises... By then, Amelia had tied her scarf around her face up to her nose, securing the bright blue ends of her hair beneath the pale fabric. That took care of that issue, now... to scout out her assault.... She took her time and care in moving silently to the end of the limb of the tree, knowing the importance of small and quiet movements. Heck, she had practically trained herself in the art of silent killing! Spying her target, just barely, she drew her knife again from her boot and prepared to attack. Hehe, aerial attacks were some of her favorite! And so rare should the opportunity for them be...