Posting early, just because.

LOl, overslept.

A chatroom sounds good to me.

It's fine. X)

OK, I'll put up a chatroom on the RP account, probably at the start of next week or something.

Alrighty. I miiiight be a little slow, as I've got a few things to do today, but I'll keep up the best I can.

No problem! I might be a bit slow too. I have to keep switching back and forth between my 3DS and the computer.

It's actually slightly easier to RP from a 3DS now, since all the comments appear on the 3DS, instead of browser comments only being visible on the browser.

I think it was your turn, so you can go ahead and start whenever you're ready!

(OK!)

{Pythia nods}
"Yes, well...we're actually allowed to ban people if they're overly violent towards staff, and in some rougher areas, the temples have guards because the people coming in are that bad. It's just us acolytes that aren't allowed to hurt anyone. That being said, however, we can still 'defend' ourselves with things like wards."

{Dianne was about to speak, when Jerry walked up from behind. He had a had a heave rifle slung over his shoulder.}
"Yeah, also, that Crowley guy escaped the prison, along with Vitis. I think I can guess where they've gone."
Dianne: "What? How!"
Jerry: "We think Vitis had a lockpick, and he freed himself and Crowley."
Dianne: "Uuuggghhh...Stupid bird..."

'I see,' replied Frederick. 'That's good. Speaking of temples, are you going to build a new one in this city now that you're living here? Or are you planning to leave, like Dianne?'

Armin looked puzzled for a moment before he remembered who they were talking about. 'Oh, those two idiots we chased through the sewer pipes. Well, if they /are/ in Shacklestone, I wouldn't worry about them - they're not that dangerous.' He shrugged slightly. 'The three of us could easily beat them if they attacked us.'

Pythia: "I'm going to contact the order, see if I can get funding to start a new temple here. Since Shacklestone is no more, they'll either let me set up here, or relocate me entirely. I really hope it's the former..."

Dianne: "True, but that doesn't make them any less annoying. Anyway, shall we go?"
{She then shifts to dragon form, waiting for the pair to get on.}

'I hope so too,' said Frederick, with a hint of a smile. 'I said this to Dianne earlier as well, but I'd really like to stay in contact with all of my allies from this war.'

Armin jumped onto Dianne's back. 'Personally, I hope we run into them again,' he muttered, half to himself. 'It might be kinda funny.'

{Pythia smiles.}
"Yes, I would like that as well. And is she really leaving?I thought she was going to come back?"

{Dianne begins to fly for the city, followed by Titan}
...

{After a little while, Dianne arrives in Shacklestone. Flying above city center, Dianne surveys the city.}
"See anything out of the ordinary?"

Frederick nodded. 'Yes, she /said/ she's coming back. But I'm not sure if I'll really believe that until I see it for myself. Before today, she seemed absolutely intent on leaving and never coming back.'

----

Armin looked down at the ground. 'Hmm... nope. Just ruined buildings and decomposing dead bodies. Nothing unexpected.'

- RR

Pythia: "Yeah...I hope she was telling the truth. I mean, she already seems...unstable. Isolation will probably make that worse..."

{Dianne flies over a few streets and lands in front of her old house. Titan lands as well and deploys the draugrs.}
Dianne: (To draugrs) "Alright, get everything together. Titan, find me a truck to load it all into."
{She then turns to Armin and Jerry.}
"Get your things together. Titan will bring the truck once you're ready. Go, I'll send some centaurs to accompany you."

Frederick just nodded in agreement. 'I hope she comes back. It's what's best for her.' He wandered out of the kitchen and sat down in the other room, which was rather quiet now. Ivy was still sitting in a corner, reading a book.

----

Armin looked at Jerry. 'We'll go and collect your stuff first, since most of mine is outside the city. Yours is closer.'

{Pythia nods and walks back to her book.}

Jerry: "Ok. Let's go."
{As they walked, the centaurs followed.}
Jerry: "So, where are your things, Armin?"

Armin waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the main city gates, to the west. 'In that little house in the forest. Y'know, where we stayed for a while after Sargon took over? I actually had an apartment here in the city as well, but there wasn't really anything important in it.'

Jerry: “Oh. I mean, why would you keep anything important in the city while Count d-bag was around. I’m sure he would have done something terrible if he found out that there was something actually important to you.”

Armin shrugged. 'I don't think he cared that much about the stuff I owned, he was more interested in threatening the people I cared about. Still, the apartment's in a place that used to be swarming with thieves, so it was best not to keep anything valuable there.'

Jerry: "Oh, ok. Well, you won't have to worry about that stuff anymore. Huh, it's weird, seeing the place so abandoned like this."

'Yeah, it's certainly strange. This was a busy place, once.' Armin surveyed the streets as they walked along, but didn't notice anything unusual.

----

Crowley, in his human form, climbed out through the broken window of an old mansion, clutching a bag full of stolen loot. He dropped to the ground, slung the bag over his shoulder, and started walking down the street with a grin on his face. //It's awesome being here with no-one around. I can go wherever I want, take whatever I want...//

(You can decide whether or not Vitis is with Crowley right now.)

(Ok.)
{Vitis was nearby, looting to his heart's content.}
"Heheheh, this is so much more fun when there are no coppers to stop me..."

Crowley sauntered over to Vitis. 'You got any cool stuff yet? I just found a ton of expensive-looking jewelery and an awesome-looking knife,' he bragged.

(I'm going to head off now, since my wifi is being turned off soon. Bye!)

(K, bye!)

{VItis looks up at Crowley with a grin.}
"Oh, yeah! I got a bunch of gold, some engraved, plated dueling pistols, and a ton of cool stuff."

'Sounds like we're even,' said Crowley. 'Though I'll get more stuff than you in the end, cuz I'm better.' And he started to hurry towards another house, intent on finding a way inside and pillaging its contents.

----

Armin tilted his head slightly to one side as he walked. 'Did you hear that? Probably not, it's too quiet for you. But it sounded like people talking.'

{Vitis just shakes his head.}
“Self absorbed as ever I see...”

{Jerry tilts his head. He couldn’t hear it, but the centaurs could. Snarling lowly, they paw the ground and look around for the source.}
Jerry: “Huh. I guess we’re not alone after all. What should we do?”

'I heard that!' Crowley yelled over his shoulder as he started trying to break the window of his chosen house. 'And don't ask why I'm not just walking through the door, this is way more fun,' he muttered afterwards.

'Well, I didn't hear a lot of people,' said Armin. 'Maybe two or three at the most. So if it's just some escaped minions, then I don't really think we're in any danger. Let's go check it out.'

Vitis: "Whatever..."

Jerry: "Alright. Plus, we got these centaurs with us, so how bad could it be?"
{Jerry draws his sidearm.}
"Lead the way, Armin."

With a yell of triumph, Crowley finally succeeded in smashing the window with the hilt of his knife. He climbed inside. 'Woah, they have a /piano/ in here! And a grandfather clock! And a ton of antique cra.p that nobody cares about!'

Armin unsheathed his sword and began to head off in the direction of the noises. It wasn't long before he came across the house with the broken window and heard Crowley's yelling from inside. 'It's just that Crowley guy,' he said unconcernedly. He began to approach the window with the intention of following Crowley, but then he stopped as he noticed Vitis nearby. 'Oh, and there's the other guy who escaped from the prison. Why are you two always hanging out together?'

{Vitis looks up, surprised to see Armin, Jerry, and their accompanying centaurs.}

Vitis: “Wha-hey! What’re you doing here?! And never you mind why we always hang out!”
{He then proceeds to notice Jerry.}
“Oh, Garvey. I assume you’re here to ‘bring me to justice?’”
Jerry: “Naw. I just needed to make sure you weren’t Sargon’s goons that escaped.”

While Jerry was talking, Crowley poked his head back out through the window. He was wearing what seemed to be a stolen cowboy hat. 'Can you all shut up!' he yelled. 'I'm trying to steal stuff in here! And don't even think about attacking us. I could kill you all with one hand tied behind my back. And my eyes closed.'

Armin rolled his eyes. 'Sure you could. Last time we fought you, you had to dive into a /sewer pipe/ to escape from us, and we still caught you in the end.'

Jerry: "Yeah, you got nothing, bird boy. Look, we're not even here for you two."
Centaur: "But I wouldn't mind ripping you both apart."

Crowley smirked, looking back and forth between Jerry and Armin. 'Oooh, you think you're so tough, do you? I bet you'd be more scared if you didn't have your ugly zombie things to protect you.'

Jerry: "Listen, buddy, I don't care. Even if it was just me, I still wouldn't care. You're just a low level thug. There's nothing to fear from you."

'Nothing to fear? So if you were on your own, you think you could beat me?' Crowley started to take slow, deliberate steps towards Jerry, twirling his knife in his hand, still grinning.

{Jerry just smiles. As Crowley approaches, the centaurs start to get restless, snarling and pawing the ground.}
Jerry: "Well, yeah. Don't bring a knife to a gunfight, buddy."
{Jerry's grip on his firearm tightens.}

Armin glanced at the centaurs. 'Don't tear him apart yet. This might be funny to watch.'

Paying no heed to the danger, Crowley lunged forwards, very fast, intending to grab Jerry's gun out of his hand before he had time to aim and fire it.

{The centaurs hold their ground. Jerry was ready for Crowley. He quickly raised his weapon and fired, putting a round in Crowley's leg by the time he touched the gun, as planned.}

Crowley staggered and fell, but had managed to get a grip on the gun just as he was shot. As he fell, he kept hold of it, wrenching it out of Jerry's hand. He then lay on the ground, gasping, swearing, and still clutching the gun.

Armin laughed. 'You can't even disarm your opponent without nearly getting your leg shot off? What a great fighter you are.'

{Jerry quickly puts his foot on Crowley's gun hand, aiming his rifle at Crowley's back. Vitis is just facepalming.}
Jerry: "Let the gun go, or I'm going to spatter your bird-brains all over the pavement. Now!"
Vitis: "You bloody idiot..."

'Screw you,' Crowley said through gritted teeth. 'OK, /fine,/ I'll give you your stupid ugly gun back.' He then released his grip on the gun, looking annoyed. 'Vitis, you're useless, you were supposed to /join/ me.'

{Jerry kicks the gun away, walks over and picks it up.}
Vitis: Wha- What did you want me to do??! There are five zombie things, a vampire, and a crazy guy with a gun! And they didn't even want to fight!"

Jerry: "Looks like he's the only one among you with any brains..."

Crowley sat up. He tried to stand, but his injured leg gave way beneath him, so he decided to stay sitting. 'I was joking,' he said, glancing at Vitis. 'I knew you wouldn't really have done anything.'

Armin surveyed the scene, grinning a little. 'Well, since we've got nothing to worry about from these guys, shall we move on? There might still be Sargon minions about.'

'You're worried about those idiots and not me?' Crowley yelped. 'I'm /way/ more dangerous than them!'

Jerry: "Of the people on this street, who here has A: just gotten their ass handed to them, and is B: not of use?

Centaur: "You suck, Crowley. Feather-headed loser."

{Jerry then turns to Armin.}
"Yeah, let's keep moving."

Crowley flipped the centaur off. 'Shut up. I don't talk to rotting lumps of flesh.'

'Lead the way,' said Armin. 'I don't remember exactly where your place is.'

(Fair warning, I'm probably going to throw a bunch of former Sargon minions at them in a minute. I feel like starting a big fight. XD)

(Ok.)

Jerry: "Yeah, this way."
{Jerry turns down an alley, headed for his house. As the group left, a centaur shouted out one last insult.}
Centaur: "And I don't talk to losers! Your mama never loved you, and she dresses you funny!"

Crowley pointedly ignored the centaur and, as the group walked away, he tried to stand up again, leaning on a wall for support. 'Urgh. I totally need faster healing powers.'

Armin followed Jerry, staying silent for a while. As they went through the alley, he paused and grabbed Jerry's shoulder to stop him. 'Wait. I think we're being watched.'

On one of the rooftops above them, a group of non-humans were crouched, waiting. All of them were escaped members of Sargon's army, and were the only ones left alive who had been fully loyal to him.

'There they are!' a werewolf growled. He peered over the edge of the roof at Jerry and Armin. 'Hey! Are the rumours true? Did you /really/ kill Lord Sargon?'

Vitis: "Yeah, you do, seeing how Pythia isn't here anymore. Need some help?"

{The centaurs looked up at the werewolves and growled at them. Jerry looked up, surprised. He gripped his pistol a little tighter now.}

Jerry: "Um....No......."
Centaur: "Yup, we killed him dead."
Jerry: "Dude! Don't tell them that!"
Centaur: "Oh what are they gonna do? Attack us? Their army has been decimated. Defeated and cast out."

'Yeah, gimme a hand up,' said Crowley. 'Though seriously, a few bullet shots is nothing. I've had /way/ more dramatic injuries before.'

----

The werewolf (let's call him Dave for convenience XD) snarled in fury. 'I can't believe it! Lord Sargon and an entire army of powerful warriors, killed by weakling humans like you?'

'Hey, not all of us are humans,' Armin objected. 'Also, the centaur's right. You guys don't have a chance. Back off now if you want to live.'

Dave looked back at the other non-humans on the roof, and smirked slightly. There were around twenty of them; a mixture of werewolves, vampires, and dragonshifters. 'I don't think so. We've got no purpose anymore. No life. We'd rather die taking you down than keep living the way we are now.'

{Jerry knows exactly what’s about to happen, so he starts to slowly back off.}
Jerry: “Easy, buddy, no need to throw your life away for nothing.”
Centaur: “Choose your next action carefully, wolf. Dianne will not look kindly upon insurgence. You will die, painfully, and be sent to endure perpetual torment.”

'I don't /care,'/ Dave growled. 'I've been a loyal follower of Lord Sargon nearly my whole life. Now he's dead, I have nothing. Nowhere to go, nothing to do. And every one of us feels the same.' Behind him, several of his companions nodded or made noises of agreement. 'We've made our decision.'

With that, all of the dragonshifters on the roof shifted into their true forms. The largest one, a twenty-footer with long spikes covering his body, flew down to stand at the end of the alley, blocking Armin and Jerry's path.

With a howl of challenge, Dave leapt off the roof directly at Jerry, claws extended. Meanwhile, two other werewolves jumped onto the back of the closest centaur, trying to immobilise it. They were hoping that in the confined space of the alley, Jerry's group wouldn't be able to fend them off so easily.

(Feel free to take control of random enemy NPCs, if you like.)

(Okie dokie!
Centaur: "And now, young master Dave...You will die!" *Proceeds to force lightning and yell "Unlimited Powah!"*)

Jerry: "Oh, f$@* me..."
Centaur: "So be it."
{Jerry drew his weapon and fired, wounding Dave, but not killing him, or stopping his momentum, so Dave still lands on top of him. The centaur who got pounced howls shrilly and reaches back, grabbing one of the wolves and throwing them into the nearest wall. One burly dragonshifter, in human form, jumps down and closes in on Armin, weaing overalls, and brandishing a pair of weighted, spiked gauntlets}

Shifter: "I'm gonna deck your halls, bub."

{Not far away, Dianne hears the centaur's shriek.}
Dianne: "Oh, God-d@mmit, what now?!"

Dave let out a yelp of pain as he realised he'd been shot. His weight knocked Jerry to the ground, whereupon he started slashing at Jerry with his claws in retaliation for the bullet wound. Further along the alley, a dragon - who was still standing on the roof above - decided to breathe a jet of flame down at another one of the centaurs, perhaps thinking fire would destroy them.

Armin turned to confront the shifter, eyeing him up and down. 'We'll see about that.' Stepping forwards, he slashed his sword in a wide horizontal sweep, as if to slice the shifter in half.

{Jerry put an arm up to protect his face, then fired his gun blindly, point blank at Dave. Then, two centaurs grabbed Dave, one by his arms and one by his legs, and started to pull. the centaur who was the dragon's target was lit on fire, but that seemed to do nothing but enrage the centaur. Leaping up, the centaur starts to scale the wall, looking to get on the roof

The dragonshifter leapt back to avoid getting cut in half. Picking up a trash can, he hurls it At Armin.}

Dave struggled against the two centaurs as best as he could, but one of Jerry's wild shots had punctured his lung, and he was rapidly weakening. Two other werewolves appeared and leapt on the back of the centaur holding Dave's legs, ripping and biting at it, trying to rescue their leader.

The dragon on the roof took a swipe at the climbing centaur, trying to knock it down from the wall.

Armin lashed out with his sword a second time, slicing the trash can in half in mid-air. The two halves clattered noisily onto the floor of the alley. Smirking, he started to advance confidently upon the shifter, keeping his weapon slightly raised in front of him.

{The centaur holding Dave’s legs drops him, reaches back, grabs one of the werewolves, and starts to brutally tear into it. Jerry stands up quickly, blasting the second werewolf off the centaur.
The centaur climbing the wall reaches out and latches on to the dragon’s swiping paw, crawling up his arm a like a demented, giant insect.

The dragon shifter growls and picks up another trash can. Quickly, he rushes Armin, holding it in front of him.}

The dragon on the roof put on a horrified expression and attempted to shake the centaur off his arm. When this didn't immediately work, he decided to take flight, swooping up into the sky and taking the centaur with him. It seemed like his intention was to drop the monster from a huge height.

Armin halted, letting the shifter rush him. A split second before they collided, he shifted into his hawk form and flew over the shifter's head, landing behind him and returning to human form. He then lunged forwards, aiming to impale the shifter through the back with his sword.

The enemy non-humans were beginning to give Jerry a wide berth as they realised that he was the only combatant with a gun.

{The centaur on the dragon's arm continued to cling to him,
not discouraged by the height. The shifter fighting Armin was not expecting him to do that, so he just stumbles forward and gets impaled by Armin's lunge.}

Shifter:"...Ow...."

{Jerry was now supporting the centaurs. The centaurs would gang up on and rip apart individuals, while Jerry would protect them from the rear.}

{As the large dragon guarding the end of the alleyway stood there, he feels a massive shaking of the ground behind him.}
Titan: "Oh, hello there. My, my, that's not very nice."

{At the opposite end of the alley, Dianne appears, sword drawn and a less than pleased expression on her face.}
Jerry: "Oh, you guys are screwed now!"

The large guard dragon slowly turned around to see Titan looming over him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, shocked speechless, then jumped into the air and fled as fast as his wings could carry him.

Meanwhile, the other dragon was trying to rip the centaur off him. He closed his jaws over its arm and bit down, severing the centaur's hand at the wrist.

Armin pulled his sword out of the shifter's back and turned around to see Dianne standing there. 'Oh, hello,' he said with a grin, not bothering to see if the shifter was actually dying or not. 'Nice of you to join us...'

One vampire scrambled up onto the rooftop and gazed frantically across the ruined city. //Hurricane!// he shouted telepathically. //I know you didn't want to fight, but you have to come save us! We're being slaughtered!//

{Dianne looks up at the fleeing Hurricane and yells out to Titan.}
Dianne: “Titan! Do not let him leave!”
{With that, Titan leaps to the sky and pursues Hurricane. Dianne then turns back to Armin.}
Dianne: “Looks like I was right. Leave none alive.”
{As she finished speaking, the shifter Armin had impaled turns and swings, looking to punch Armin in the back.}

{Once the centaur lost its hand, it fell, plummeting to the streets below.}

Hurricane continued fleeing. Then, once he and Titan were a good distance from the alleyway, he swung his head back over his shoulder and blasted Titan in the face (or rather, faces, since he's a hydra XD) with a stream of fire.

Freed from the centaur, the other dragon let out a sigh of relief before turning and flying off towards the edge of the city. //Screw them. I've had enough of fighting monsters.//

Armin had been distracted by Dianne's arrival and didn't notice the shifter about to attack him. He staggered forwards with a grunt of pain when the punch connected, then spun around and slashed his blade at the shifter as if to decapitate him.

{Titan was not phased. He continued his pursuit until he was close enough to grab ahold of Hurricane’s tail. Grinning sadistically, Titan begins to reel him in.}

Titan: “Hahaha! This is the end for you!”

{The shifter puts his hands up just in time to parry, and avoid decapitation. He then lunges forward and swings at Armin’s face.}

Hurricane waited until Titan had pulled him close enough, then swung his head around again, this time closing his jaws over the neck of Titan's middle head. He began to slowly bite down with all his strength, attempting to sever the head.

This time, as he was aware of it coming, Armin dodged the blow. Using their close proximity to his advantage, he kicked hard at the shifter's leg, trying to make him fall.

{Titan let Hurricane’s tail go. Then, he grabbed Hurricane’s jaws and began to forcefully pry them open.}

Titan: “Fool, you cannot kill what is already dead. You will die.”

{Unfortunately, Armin’s kick didn’t do much. The shifter just winced before turning and swinging at him again.}

Shifter: “Dang it, stop swinging that blasted sword around and fight me like a man!”

{Meanwhile, Dianne had climbed the building and was facing down the vampire who was calling Hurricane. She began

*to close in on him, raising her sword.}

Hurricane growled and released his grip on Titan's neck. 'No, but maybe if I rip you apart, you'll shut up!' he roared, and struck at Titan's leg with his tail. He had a large spike on his tail, which sliced into the hydra's flesh, almost severing the leg.

Armin stepped back out of the shifter's range and threw him a slightly insulted look. 'How is using a sword not fighting like a man?' he said. 'You just don't know how to fight someone who's got a better weapon than you.' He began to advance forwards again, waiting for the shifter to attack first.

The vampire yelped and started to rapidly back away from Dianne. 'Hey, get lost! What did I ever do to /you?'/

{Seeing the damage inflicted on himself threw Titan into a rage. Titan grabs ahold of Hurricane, biting his head and neck with all three heads, and stops flapping his wings. The pair begins to fall, Hurricane first, not unlike what Dianne did to Ana.}

{The shifter thinks for a moment.}
“Well...um...y’know, I don’t think I thought this through...Bye!”
{With that, he turns and hobble runs away.}

Dianne: “See this giant rubble pile we’re standing in?”
{She motions to the entire city.}
Dianne: “This used to be my home. That’s what you did to /me/!”

Hurricane screeched in pain and attempted to free himself, but his strength was no match for the hydra's. The pair continued to fall, gaining speed the further they went.

Armin laughed. 'Coward!' he called out as the shifter fled the scene. 'What's the matter, picked the wrong person to fight? You're a dragon, aren't you supposed to be good at this?'

The vampire scowled, regaining a bit of courage. 'Sargon promised us a world where we could live in peace. A world free of the humans who hated us. Of course we all jumped at the opportunity.' He drew a short, curved sword and stood his ground, ready to defend himself if Dianne came any closer.

{With a crash, the pair slams into a building, bringing the entire structure down with their weight.}

{The shifter gets out of the alley and turns back.}
“Hey, I forgot my weapon at home! I’m, erm...going to go get it...yeah...”

{Dianne approaches the vampire menacingly.}
Dianne: “Oh, really? How’s that working out for you? Sargon’s dead, his army destroyed, and rather than living peacefully, you’re about to die by my hand. Sargon has deceived you.”

Hurricane was knocked unconscious by the force of the impact, but not killed. He hung limply in Titan's grasp, unaware of anything that was happening.

Armin just chuckled and waved the shifter off. 'Yeah, sure thing, buddy. You go on home, I won't stop you.' He then set off through the alley, keeping his sword raised in case of a surprise attack, intending to go and see how Jerry and the remaining centaurs were doing.

The vampire bared his fangs. 'Well, yeah, that's what happened, but this isn't what Sargon intended! You guys just messed up his plans, that's all! He /wanted/ us to have a perfect world to live in.'

(I can see you want the spikey boi to live. So, I’ll do this.)
{Titan picks up Hurricane’s limp body, laughing.}
Titan: “Foolish mortal. You should not have come back.”

{Meanwhile, Jerry and the centaurs were sparing with a small and agile dragon shifter who was simply refusing to get shot.}

{Dianne scowls.}
Dianne: “How could it be a perfect world when the only way to achieve it would be through a sea of blood? How can you have a peaceful world when you build it atop the bones of the innocent?”

Hurricane stirred slightly when Titan spoke, opening his eyes. He looked up at the hydra with an unfocused gaze. 'Don't kill me,' he begged. 'I didn't even want to be here. The others made me fight you...' He then passed out again before Titan could respond.

Seeing that the others were having difficulty, Armin sneaked up behind the shifter and grabbed them in a headlock, trying to immobilise them long enough for someone else to finish them off.

The vampire fumbled for a response. 'Uhmmm... because... oh, screw this!' With a yell, he ran towards Dianne, swinging his blade.

{Titan just grins in his face.}
Titan: "/She/ will decide your fate. Although, I wouldn't count on her being merciful."

{The young shifter, upon realizing that he's been caught, begins to struggle panickedly.}

Shifter: "Wait, wait, WAIT! D-don't kill me!
{The centaurs closed in and approached Armin and the shifter.}

Shifter: "WAIT, PLEASE! NOT LIKE THIS!"

{As the vampire swung his sword, Dianne leaned back and put her blade in the path of the vampire's wrist, surgically taking off his hand.}

Armin kept hold of the shifter. 'Give us a good reason why we shouldn't just kill you,' he suggested, giving the centaurs a quick glance to tell them to wait.

Upon realising what had just happened, the vampire screamed and leapt backwards, clutching his wrist in an attempt to stem the blood flow. He stumbled back until he was standing at the edge of the roof. 'Uhmm... see you later!' he said, before jumping off the roof and running for his life.

(All of Sargon's minions are either idiots, cowards, or both. XD)

{The young shifter starts to cry.}
Shifter: "I-I-I never wanted this! I-I just wanted to live happily, and my life was so bad before, I thought...I thought if I helped Sargon, I could just live happily...Anything was better than what I had."

{Dianne growled, and with a motion of her hand, she ordered centaurs to pursue the vampire.}

(Lol, ye. XD)

'Sargon's dead,' said Armin. 'And whatever he promised you, it never happened. So why are you still here, fighting us?'

The vampire heard the centaurs chasing him down. 'Go back to hell where you came from!' he yelled, and shapeshifted himself into a dog (with three paws) in an attempt to get more running speed.

(Feel free to go ahead and kill the vampire guy, he's not important.)

{The shifter continued to cry as he spoke, making him a little hard to understand.}
Shifter: “I-I didn’t want to! They made me, said if we could drive you all away, we’d be able to start new here! Please, I’m begging you, don’t kill me! Wahaaaa!”

{As the doggo vampire ran, another centaur cut in front of him, smiling deviously.}

Centaur: “Hey, little doggie! Are you lost?”

Armin rolled his eyes. 'You sure are pathetic for someone who helped Sargon destroy this city and kill everyone in it.' He looked up at the centaurs and Jerry. 'So, what do we do?'

The vampire skidded to a halt, looked around frantically, then took off running in a different direction. However, he was starting to slow down from exhaustion and blood loss.

{The centaurs just look at each other and shrug.}
Centaur: “If it were me, I’d have killed him already, for being so pathetic.”
Jerry: “Well...this on is just a boy...but he is still legally an adult...”
{At that moment, Dianne shows up.}

Dianne: “Why is that filth not dead yet? I thought I said to leave none alive.”

{Then, Titan shows up, dropping an unconscious Hurricane in front of the group.}

Titan: “This one pleads for his life! What shall be his fate?”

Armin started to answer Dianne, then stopped when Titan showed up. 'Another one?' he exclaimed. 'We've got one here who's begging us not to kill him, too.' He glanced at the unconscious Hurricane, then back at the shifter. 'But I think this one's just an idiot who made a mistake in joining Sargon. We were all young and stupid once. Maybe he should get a second chance...' He shrugged. 'I can't speak for the dragon, though.'

Dianne: “No! No second chances this time! We let them go last time and look what happened! They regrouped and staged a counterattack! Kill. Them. All.”

{And then, another centaur ran up, carrying Dave.}

Centaur: “And what of this one? He claims to be their leader.”

{As the doggo slowed, the centaurs caught up and pounced upon him, looking to tear him apart.}

(Hey, I might be late tomorrow, and I've got something important to discuss with you tomorrow as well.)

(Alrighty, no problem!)