Garbage Pail Kid
Mad Without Power
Skyhunter
He could not understand this Orcus, a man whom cared little in the value of life. It brought about that torrent of fire in his chest. "Her mistakes give you no right ta how she goes-" Vido tried to break Orcus' defence, but was countered swiftly. It was a hasty action, but he couldn't blame Vido. He felt his own blood boiling as he continued to condemn her for hearsay. "Ah've seen the kind of work you do, turning people against their kin. standin among the dead you cause-" A flicker of white hot fire bristling beneath his eyes as he once again felt that conflagrating hatred.
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He felt as if his blood was boiling so hot it was going to kill him; his legs preparing to to maneuver through the head cultist. His words of warning not reaching his thick skull. The first step forward being interrupted by a loud and thunderous shout. Wirejaw had no clue who this was, but he figured it was someone of import based on the reactions around him and the fact that his armor didn't have a single ding on it. The adrenaline started to fade, and the wounds Aurgnog had given him started to ache; he couldn't let his guard down in front of Orcus. He did not underestimate him after overcoming a warrior like Lyrka. His body facing Orcus with raised hands while his head followed The immaculate knight.
survived huh? He didn't sugarcoat their situation and figured he was a main player based off the authority he accrued. He didn't sound like that armor was for show, and he only worried he was about to tag in with The Champion. Wirejaw couldn't believe that he was offering them amnesty, and just...letting them leave. He didn't know if he could trust this guy, but the real question was could he survive objecting? The mention of Lykra made his squeeze his fist. Why did they want her dead so badly? His attention returning to the crew as Lunes pointed toward where new figures entered the field, along with arthur. What was it about seeing him for the first time that made him grin? he didn't rightfully know, and he didn't care. Something told him that this was indeed the right path to be on. There was a moment of silence before the child next to Arthur started to shout at the big knight. Duke Vengron. Now that was a hell of a name. Duke was a weird first name, but he wouldn't judge.
He didn't know what the hell they were planning, but he knew Lyrka was doing well. She was bleedin bad and no amount of pride was curbin it. He couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
"Duke, ahm sorry but ah can't do that. She don deserve what ya'll are doin ta her. You an yer robe wearing vulture over there. Ah may die, but it's better than walking away an dyin anyhow" He hollered, looking back at Lunes and Vido "Ah guess ahm selfish, my apologies; Ah understand if ya kick me out fer staying, but ah just can't leave her like that...or any of em' fer that matter. Thanks fer all you've done fer me" He said, cracking his neck, readying himself for anything as he drew his line in the sand.
He would protect those whom were even strangers, so long as it was right.