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KanMien shot another bullet and looked next to them. Their ammunition was down to half of what they had started with, and with the disappearance of the storm they were left to shooting at the slower targets moving across the ground because they couldn't use their zinc anymore. Sighing, they found a lumbering beast with a large amount of armor. They aimed, then fired their rifle. A number of seconds later part of the beast exploded, the flesh around the wound bursting into flame. They smiled, a smile that vanished when they looked at how close some of the beasts had come. They clicked their tongue, they'd have to move soon. Well, they had to get more ammunition anyway. At that moment they saw something at the edge of the city, a large blast of water and flame rising into the sky, and about ten seconds later they heard a distant roar. From the remaining crater something started to rise. Frowning they adjusted the scope on their rifle, looking at it. In front of it they noticed two humans standing there, though they couldn't make out their features. Not that it mattered, of course. They only knew of one group of people who could do something like that. They fired another shot at a monster in the streets, then focused back on the crater. This was going to be interesting. *** Aylitha walked through the streets, monsters in front of her and monsters behind her. Puppets ran around her, defending her from them, tentacles whipping out and grabbing new ones as old ones dropped down, eaten away from the inside out. She smiled at the screams of those surrounding her, of the puppets and of the monsters. She found herself wondering about taking this city, creating a new home. Her place in the alleys was nice, but here... Abruptly her mind went away from the idea, and she smiled. It seemed Aylitha didn't agree with the idea. Well, it wasn't as if would work anyway, the people would probably just end up burning her away. Still, it would fun... Smiling she wandered in the the direction of the explosion. She didn't care about the monsters around her, but that, that would be interesting to see. It has been a long time since she'd seen the others acting on their full potential. A smile split her face in two, skull cracking. An unnatural laugh echoing between the building. Oh, she thought, This was going to be fun! *** Back at the building Aylitha still hung at the side, growing restless. She could feel her other self's amusement, and she felt herself growing annoyed that she was getting to enjoy herself while she was stuck here, dealing with this... vermin. For a second the two linked up, minds becoming one, then separated again, and she knew why her other self was so amused. The DA leaders, out in force! Still, she felt herself growing happy as well. After all, after she'd exterminate those still here she'd have an excellent position to watch the impending fireworks. She focused on the growth on the leader's arm. She had enough mass back now to do something, so she might as well take care of her first. Something small, to start this out with. The growth changed, tentacles digging into the arm, trying to destroy the nerves, the muscles, the bone, to shatter it and tear it apart. Other tentacles sought veins, trying to release their acid into her body. Done with that she pulled at the tentacles latching her onto the roof, pulling her up towards the edge. At the same time she started running, pushing away from the wall, gaining speed. She jumped up past the rooftop, tentacles, flying towards it, pulling her in. She broke into a sprint as soon as she hit the edge, rushing towards the nearest soldier, a long white spike in her hand. @RayOfSunshine

I think it's also because those RPs are a lot older?

Lisa readied herself as well. Not that it would matter though, if anything went wrong it would take her way too long to reach Lizanne. She grimaced. She hated feeling useless like this.

@Voidus

Ayltha felt her poison kill the grunt and smiled in satisfaction. She kept hanging under the roof though, waiting for her flesh to regrow while the poison started grow into the corpse, eating it, trying to get her more matter. A small black flower grew from the wound on his neck, its roots digging into the body.

Aylitha saw the flame move towards her again and she scrambled out of the way, panicking. The heat chased after her, and tentacles shot out towards the edge of the roof, pulling her along. She jumped over the edge, anchoring herself a floor down. Large pieces of burning flesh fell down as they detached from her body, having gotten ignited through proximity to the flame. Slowly her flesh started regenerating, slowed by remnants of burns.

Aylitha felt the knife strike home, and smiled. The tip dissolved, digging into the flesh. At the point the grunt turned around, throwing it's arm around. Aylitha didn't stay around to see what happened, dropping down to the ground, feeling the scorching heat wash over her. She moved back, half rolling and half jumping, glaring at the grunt. She watched the shield go up, but didn't care. It would be useless anyway. The shard of the knife that was still left reformed into tendrils, worming its way through the grunt's body, eating away at its body from the inside.

Aylitha smiled when the grunt failed to notice her. She ran towards his back, stabbing her knife down at his neck, black poison running down the blade.

Aylitha felt the lance of fire pierce her chest, burning it to ashes. The heat spread through her body, burning those cells as well. The filth around her feet drew back as fast as possible, trying to avoid the heat. Other parts of her body, those furthest away from the flame, got reabsorbed before they could get destroyed, some of the matter getting lost when her storage filled up. She drew away from the leader, getting away from her, trying to avoid the heat, the scorching flames, the hated fire. She would kill her for making her feel like this, kill her slowly. She focused on the cells remaining on the wound, and slowly it grew into a small black patch, eating away at the wound. Too slow. Matter left from the roof, vanishing back to her other body. A small amount remained, growing into a new body, away from the leader this time. Holding a knife in her hand she ran towards one of the other soldiers.

Aylitha smiled when the tentacle managed to touch the wound. Even when it was ripped away a few cells would remain, would eat into the flesh and multiply. A disease it was, really. Of course, it would take time for it to work its magic, and the leader would probably kill everyone else in the mean time, but still, her fate wouldn't be pretty either. Unless she found a cure, of course. Smiling she rose out of the filth in front of the leader as she came running in, holding a white Glaive. She swung it at her, aiming down at her shoulder, trying to intercept her before she could get any further.

Aylitha frowned - or at least as much as one could without a face - as one of the men cut through her spears with a sword, throwing them at the leader. She'd have to speak with him later, cutting off parts of someone's body was extremely impolite, even if you needed a weapon. The leader moved to the woman, grabbing her, and then he duplicated. Illusions. She smiled, seeing her chance. Tentacles rushed up out of the filth, twining together into a solid wall, surrounding the leader and his duplicates, eyes opening up inside it. More tentacles rushed forwards along the ground, twisting around the figures still inside, the woman, the leader and the duplicates, the man. They passed straight through the illusions, moving towards the last remaining leader. The twisted around him, coming in from the ground and the air, seeking the openings in his armor. Acid dripped from their ends. @RayOfSunshine

@Sorana

A long, strange sound came from the filth. It sounded similar to laughter, or cackling. At that point a series of 5 bone-white spears shot from the ground around Althea, their ends rooted into the concrete of the roof. They angled towards the leader as he came down from his jump, aiming to catch him as he came down. Other spears rose from the filth as well, aiming at the other men.

I get some of the water in my mouth and immediately spit it out again. I glare at Sorana. "Alcohol, really?"

Aylitha watched the knife get blocked by the forcefield, and saw the Aon Chain of the soldier activating, energy blasting outwards. She didn't even try to dodge, the energy ripping straight through her body, blowing it to pieces. The few remnants fell back into the filth, not reforming. In a corner on the roof a small eye opened up in the filth, looking at the soldiers. Small tentacles started going downwards, digging into the roof. @RayOfSunshine

"... Really?" I start drinking the tea, to avoid letting it go to waste.

I'm simply floating around, finally cooling down a bit.

... Breathing is overrated.

For the Sleepless, both types of Aimians are listed as 45 points in the index (is this actually correct? I remember a Sleepless easily beating two Skybreakers that were at least Oath 2).

Aylitha tilted her head, then fell apart, suddenly changing into a strange black liquid, splashing down into the filth. Behind the armored men she rose out of the filth again, skin black like tar, holding a bone-white knife. She rushed forwards, stabbing the knife towards the closest man. At the same time tentacles continued to launch themselves at the armored men from the front.

I trot up to Sorana. "Do I count as a guy as well?"