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I wasn't did it.

He nodded to a room that resembled a cell with a desk. "Sit." The creature jumped upward, wings beating, and it's mandibles closed, two blades twice the size of Tels closing in on him. ~-~-~-~-~ The blade bounced off a plate, then, when it came back, hit only a small amount of flesh before another plate. The soldier, Grunt #2, was facing the wrong way, completely unaware of the attack. No sound was echoing from the steps, so it had no way of knowing.

YKYASW you throw a coin at the substitute teacher, then tell the principal "we Mistborn need not make sense" And yes, this happened.

I have to say, snip, this was far better then mine. Mine was hastily thrown together and I had trouble thinking of insults for your character

Sup guys, I'm here. I'm vanilla btw. So we killed a misting already?

Georgia walked into the room, heading for the light side of the bakery. She sighed, and took a seat.

The three tails rushed underneath, any stream they touched turning black and falling. One stream hit the wing, and the creature howled. But now three massive scorpion tails, fast and strong, were rushing toward Tels. ~-~-~-~-~ The thing pulled it's foot out of the stone, a massive portion of sidewalk and road ripping out of the ground. As the cloth came towards it's foot, it swung the chunk of cement, a massive leg moving quickly towards him. He nodded. "In a second." He pushed a button on his sleeve, and a feminine voice echoed through the room. "Landing in thirty seconds. Confirm?" John spoke clearly. "Prisoner safe. Landing confirmed." The room shook, and the wall opened up, revealing a long hallway, all lined with aluminum. He stepped out. "Follow quickly, or we'll be forced to tie you up." The leaders fist came up, and a brilliant line of fire shot out, the fire so hot it was blue. Then she jumped, over Aylitha, blood falling onto her from above. A hole. The leader dropped into it, rolling. "Your city will die. If nothing else, this I know." The leader paused where she stood, she prepared to use the storm rushing within her, to do something she hadn't been authorized to do unless it looked like she was losing. She was going to soulcast every last one of them into metal. Aluminum probably, just in case. She got ready and... the storm broke. Now the stormlight was limited, and she didn't have enough. She growled, and swung her bladed chains at Max's face and legs, each going quickly, the blades on track. Even if he dodged, he would probably get chained up. But there was no sure way of knowing.

John nodded. "It was founded a while back, maybe two years? A year and a half? Something like that." He paced as he talked. "Dark Phoenix, the Haunt, some others." He shrugged. "That's all I know about the founding, but I know the Gilded Rose was a way to get recruits, and they hired me through this." He paused. "PlasmaCore was all a front to create this, the army." The acid marred the paint, and began to eat slowly through the metal. It was barraged by tentacle after tentacle, most doing very little, as it had cut of it's oxygen holes. It was barraged, and got hit a multitude of times, but it was fine. Then one tentacle found the hole, left by the spear. It growled, and it tore into it's side, acid dripping. The Leader shook, grabbing the tentacle, ripping it. As Althea teleported, the leader activated it's pulses again, and the tentacles began to recede, being ripped apart. The leader was bleeding on the ground, and it was an odd violet color. It growled, the lightweaver glyph bleeding to a deep purple. The bullets bounced off, flying into the soldiers, the walls, through windows. Out of every fifty, maybe one bullet got through, and the beast was so large they served as nothing more then an annoyance. It slammed it's feet into the ground, and crushed three soldiers who were too close. It's wings swung out, and a massive blast of air threw soldiers back, pushed the sand away. It lumbered forward, towards Tels, who seemed to be the only real threat. Nothing happened. The leader turned, armor dripping acid, covered in pockmarks, large patches of black paint gouged off. "Yes. They will stop." The voice was still robotic, but a small amount of tone was there. A small hole in the side of the helmet showed the source. The voice that came faintly through was feminine, full of hatred and anger. "When you so-called Great Guilds are nothing more then ash, when the city you love is an ancient memory." The violet blood pooled on the ground as she lurched forward, towards Max. "And no one will remember you, no one will remember any of you." She coughed, the robotic voice making it a strange scratchy sound. The aon chain on her chest glowed brightly, and suddenly, all sound on the rooftop was gone. Any sounds of footsteps, of the patter of rain, anything. No sound at all. In each hand, a chain, barbed spikes at the ends, appeared. Both were aluminum, and both were long. She began to swing them, rushing forward with inhuman speed, even with the blood trail she left.

This seems really cool.

I might be slightly misinterpreting this, but, uh, neither Jasnah or Lift are the main characters of one of the ten books. Venli is four, Szeth is five. the old heralds have the second set.

He shrugged. "We gave them a chance to throw in with us. None did." He smirked. "They'll be given one more chance, after the city has been destroyed, after they see more of our power." The cracks got smaller, less obvious, as his face faded of emotion. "Common people, in other cities... they will survive. Provided they don't try and stop us, to get in our way." He shrugged. "But I suppose there will be quite a few casualties in the other cities that resist." The leader strained its muscles, and the aluminum began to give. Small chunks ripped, the pewter helping. The leaders blades cut off large swaths, and it was almost free. Aluminum had never been strong. The first hit dead on. It tried to dodge, and got hit again. The first hit it's back, the second it's waist. The first broke the surface, cutting deeper than any other cut. It revealed purple cloth underneath the armor, but got stopped and fell out. The second made a large scratch, but it was more long than deep. The leader turned, flaring pewter, and it's legs ripped out of the aluminum. "Your wife is almost dead. I could end her with a thought. Do not test me." It stepped closer, grabbing Althea's neck. Then another of it was grabbing Althea's leg. And one was grabbing her hair. In a flash, ten different replicas of the Leader gripped Althea. "You could make the shot... you could hit the face, maybe kill me. But if you choose wrong? If you don't kill instantly?" The lightweaver glyph, on every one, glowed a brilliant red. "She dies."

You're in Writer's Guild, right?

Honor and Odium, now that would be cool. Odium and Cultivation, still pretty cool. Honor and Cultivation, eh. But all three? That would be about as lame a chull dipped in crem.

The Leader twisted, his hands grabbing the spears, his feet hitting another two. He pushed himself off them, flipping over towards Althea again. One spear hit one of them (grunt #2), scraping along the arm and leaving a gash. The rest were deflected.

Just you watch. You're gonna be the inquisitor.

She smiled grimly, pulling her hand out of her pocket. As she did so, she deftly slid the gemheart up the sleeve of the long Sentinel robe. "Okay, stay calm. I'm going to stitch your cut." She pulled needles and thread out of her robe, and a clotting agent. She injected it quickly, then began to sew the wound shut. "What happened to you?" @bees? The Leader looked back as it stepped, and saw the hole, the oil. Luckily, the leader had as much stormlight as the other. It soulcast the roof back, into steel. It soulcast the water into blood. Then it reached out to the water slicking Max's eyes, and turned it into aluminum, coating them perfectly. He would have to scrape it off, and his eyelids were now covered. The Leader jumped, over Max's head, far past him, to Althea. Then the blades came out of his wrists. Long blades, like daggers, slicked with poison. It slashed the blades at Althea. John shrugged uncomfortably. "We serve the Bureau. I signed up to the Gilded Rose, and got indoctrinated later. I think the new guy, Lord Ajax, thinks it will be easier to take over the Alleyverse if we just wipe out the Alleycity and start over from there." He leaned against a wall. "If you're some sort of reporter, or something like that, my full name is John L. Redleaf. You can quote me or whatever." He pulled out a remote, and a small section of the black wall went smoky, translucent. "The monsters will kill the Great Guilds, destroy the buildings. We can build a new capital, and from there..." His eyes got a dark glint, and a evil little smirk appeared on his face. The cracks grew slightly wider as his face shifted. "We'll rule the world." @Rushu42 A dark shadow fell over the group. Above, a strange creature loomed. It had three red scorpion tails, a black lion's body and limbs, the head of a man, but with a lion's mane, mandibles, and bat ears, and four large bat wings. It was the size of an apartment building, and had small plates of exoskeleton mixed in with the fur, and the skin on the face, making it even harder to defeat. It screeched, a strange mix of lion and man, along with a grating sound like metal on metal. The buildings on either side of the group were broken down by its powerful muscles, and it began to descend, wingbeat by wingbeat, to the ground. @Truthless of Shinovar

I jump in after Sorana, creating a sizeable splash.

The leader easily pushed himself to the side, using the shield as a way to stop the blade from getting anywhere near him. Then he activated the aon chain on his right hand, a glowing light going forward towards Max's exposed neck. It would freeze all the muscles in his body, and would keep it so for about a minute. @Sorana

Nah, I'll get it up now. I was able to get to it earlier then I thought. Here it is!