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Vespyr was facing away from Lena, but the air around the woman suddenly lashed out in a spiral around Lena, the flame of her sword flickering madly, as if on the verge of being extinguished. The words were of wind, not uttered by human lips. "I warned you to flee." The creature didn't even look as if it were paying any heed to Lena. The sand started lashing up, grating against the woman's skin, caught by the wind, drawing blood.
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It swept a hand to its side. "For now. Flee. I'm too busy to crush you, Scorpion." The creature hovered backward, toward Trace, toward Jay. It stopped the vibration of the beach, and the pattern froze, imprinted on the sand. Vespyr stepped back onto the beach, leaving footprints as it approached Trace. "Do you require my assistance, or is your terrible plan growing any less terrible?" It asked calmly.
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Vespyr silently stalked toward Lena, then stooped, fingertips brushing against the cheek of a terrified man, chest-deep in the sand. He writhed. "Do you know what a heartbeat is?" it asked, lifting its chin, the eyeless mask facing Lena. After all, facing someone was respectful, even if they were likely about to die at your hands. "Fragile," Vespyr whispered. The man froze, eyes dilating, then began to writhe, going into cardiac arrest. The vibration, the tremor of his heart had been absorbed. Vespyr didn't feel an urge to end the man's suffering with a blade. It was a better death than the two currently inhaling sand, suffocating and crushed. Vespyr stood, still hovering in the air, then slid spectrally toward Lena.
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Vespyr extended a hand and absorbed the momentum of the bullets. They slowed, then tapped against the robes, then fell to the sand, buried. Vespyr tilted its head up, then looked at Lena curiously. Fire. That was what she thought would defeat this creature? That was... cute. No, that wasn't the correct word. It was... infantile. The men continued to sink. Their car lurched, rolled onto its side, then vanished suddenly. Two men shrieked as a sudden change in the pattern buried them completely in the sand. Vespyr turned to look at Trace and her friends, then willed the air around them to be still, the sand there stopping. It wouldn't do to accidentally murder its charge. Fire. Fire was vibrating electrons trying to get to the lowest state of energy. It was elementary. Vespyr absorbed it as well. "That's... that's not how demons work," Vespyr informed, a little annoyed. "Flame inspires no fear for demons." The air slammed down onto Lena, like a tornado of bricks, slamming her to the ground.
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Vespyr looked across the field, at Trace and her band of frienemies, then at the oncoming figures. Ten of them. That was nothing. But it couldn't afford to treat them lightly. Speaking with its cracked, low voice for the first time, Vespyr said, "I apologize for the inconvenience," out loud to Trace and those she was fighting. It was, after all, a rather inconvenient moment for everyone who happened to be standing on the shore. The air SCREAMED. It was a pure, high, tone, keening and vibrant, vibrating and sinuous. It exploded in the air, and Vespyr lifted into the air a mere six inches, just enough so no part of the creature touched the sand. The sand began to shift. It moved, bouncing up from the shore, shifting, swallowing, as every soul on its surface found themselves sinking alarmingly fast into the sand. The moonlight glinted across the shore, and patterns shot up on the surface of the seaside, shifting in a myriad of shapes, a world of patterns, many of which were tragically going unappreciated by the shouting, shocked, and altogether surprised henchmen who had moments ago considered themselves safe. Vespyr didn't even raise a hand. It floated, drifting towards the the men, now thigh-deep in the shifting sand. "I apologize," it said, and finally moved, lifting a hand. A wave from the ocean split, and a shaft of water shot from the ocean, gliding into Vespyr's outstretched palm, rippling water made living blade in the monster's palm. "Your orders contradict my own." The moon shone through the watery glaive as it sliced down and through the necks of two men, then across the middle of another, cutting him in two. The water-weapon turned pink as the blood tinted the core of the weapon. Vespyr turned toward Lena, who in her own way, would be dealing with the shifting sand. "I told you not to interfere. You. Fool." Vespyr sounded almost... angry.
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His weight was enough to carry him down through the pillar of air without him being harmed. It was surreal, as if Vespyr had known instinctively just how much force to use.
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Vespyr stood through all of these, unamused. Really. REALLY. This was what that girl had wanted, to just show off to some old friends, to try to hurt what inner-sense of self there was in that body? Vespyr almost groaned, but... no one even cared about how inconvenient this was for the creature. It stiffened, then sensed something, almost as if... As if it could SEE Cruz. It turned, and a pillar of air formed at the mouth of the cave. He could step out and glide down to safety. Hell. If these children wanted to stab each other for practically no reason, who was Vespyr to get in the way? @Knight of Iron Of course... if Trace asked for help, Vespyr would step in. Or if Trace was majorly injured or incapacitated. The child had walked into this expecting to come away the victor. It was a character-building lesson. What child wouldn't take getting crushed by a giant ball of solid ice as a good life lesson? As Trace screamed, the voice of the wind echoed in the air, audible to all. "Was this the plan? If so, great job." Sarcasm, yes. Nothing had really been able to eradicate it completely, and Vespyr didn't even feel guilty for using it so freely.
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Vespyr moved. Trace was launched into the air, out of range, the attack missing her. Vespyr stepped forward and swiped their foot along the sand. The wind blasted Lloyd again at full force. This time, something was different. A wave rose from the water, splitting into three tendrils. The tendrils changed... sharpening... Lloyd would be split into multiple pieces if he didn’t act fast.
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"What, pray tell, is a problem? I didn't realize that you wanted to stand out in the cold bile of this unpleasant surf just to exchange pleasantries with random similarly-mentally-compromised young men." Heavens, was that SARCASM? This kid really brought out the worst in it.
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Vespyr watched the odd pair, unreadable. "This seems foolhardy," it told Trace.
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Vespyr was silent.
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"That is a crude term. I am your ally in making reality the will of our Majesty." It was amused at the assumption of femininity.
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Vespyr faced forward. "Then I will not restrain myself," it informed, the eyeless white mask strange, as the creature knew where to turn its head to face those around it.
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Vespyr was still once more. It turned its head to Trace @Channelknight Fadran as if prompting the girl to take care of the situation. It was more of a courtesy. If Lloyd tried something similar, he wouldn't inhabiting a solid piece of flesh the next time Vespyr moved.
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Vespyr twisted then thrust both hands in two palm-strikes forcefully into the air in front of them. A gale caught Lloyd full in the chest. He was like a straw in a tornado, a cannonball shot from a cannon. The force blasted him at least 100 meters out into the ocean. A normal human probably wouldn't have survived the simple motion, but it seemed practically effortless. "My apologies. Restrain your companions in the future."
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Vespyr did not allow the action to happen. It weaved, maintaining distance. Lloyd was unable to even approach the creature, it dodged, and it felt as though he were trying to approach quicksilver.
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Vespyr stood stoically, still as a statue, but the shredded robes shifted eerily in a breeze that, to those around, seemed nonexistent. "I sincerely hope you have a plan," the winds whispered, exclusively to Trace.
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Oh dear lord. Preteens and their gossip. Vespyr wasn't even supposed to acknowledge any deities, even in swearing. One day with this frustrating child. "Are these the ones I am to kill?" It asked. The air whipped around, anxious.
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"It appears as if they have sighted us." This small child was a fool. There would be blood tonight.
