Sorne was many things—proud, clever, “heartless”—but she wasn’t too dumb to see when she was firmly beaten. The thrill of adrenaline had worn off, leaving her gasping in pain and exhaustion. She could certainly try and fight back, but the sheer number of ominous metal floating electricity-shooters were likely to blast her to pieces if she tried to resist. 

Shifting back into her human form, she shrugged, holding her hands up. “Alright, I concede. Turn me in. I’d prefer to keep my spine for this, though.” Once that bounty hunter had gotten his reward, he’d probably forget about her. And then, she could escape from whatever punishment the royals thought fit for her this time, and be back home before morning.

Fire is burning all around you, and ash chokes the air. You jump back as a massive claw swipes at you, but you land on a tree branch, and it rolls away underneath you. The air is knocked out of you as you fall on your back. 

Pulling yourself up off the ground, you come face-to-face with your attacker. “Pity this fun must come to an end...” she hisses, her maw forming into a grin. She rears back, and smoke emerges from her nostrils as she prepares a blast of fire.

"Aw hell" Akiya curses, rolling to the side as the Manakete blows flame at him, it barely missed... Akiya was too tired and the smoke was getting to his lungs. The boy lets out another curse and jumps back as a massive claw swipes at him, he managed to lang on a branch thanks to his gear, he hears and feels a crack under him as his weight and the flames weaken the branch. Akiya tries to lang on his legs but to no avail, instead he feels the ground hit his back forcing a gasp of pain from his lips. Akiya shakes his head, determined to get up. He shakily stands and turns around, only to be face to face with Sorne. His eyes widen as she rears back, flames glowing in her mouth. Akiya sighs, giving up. He lowers his head and shuts his eyes, muttering a small apology to his comrades for losing. 

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"Aye" Akiya calls out, playing with the blade in his hands. "I heard you gave Kozato a hard time yesterday" he sucks in a breath, a sick grin growing on his face. "That's so not cool bro, you're gonna have to pay for that" 

Akiya looks up, his cocky attitude seemingly disappeared, his normal fun eyes were replaced with cold and calculating ones. "It's been nice knowing you" he chuckles before running forward.

Elynys winces, closing an eye and turning her head towards the left. No amount of charm could get her out of THIS situation... 

Oh well. Worth a shot.

"My head...?", she breathes out, lightly pushing the blade away, shakily. "I know I'm cute, but there HAS to be another way to get my a-attention!"

Wrong thing to say, it seems. She felt a sharp, SHARP pain in her sternum, and she gasped out a horribly terrifying noise. The blade pulled back, and Elynys' hands instinctively went to the new hole, feeling warm, almost too warm, blood flow around her fingers. She crumpled to the ground, whimpering softly. Screaming hurt too much- EVERYTHING hurt too much! Her vision was graying, as some dark figure smirked at her sickeningly. 

She wanted to scowl, spit, snarl, but.... she couldn't. Too weak. She closes her eyes, and shudders. 

"...Cu....rse y...ou...." 

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You're knocked in the head with a skull. As your world spins, Elynys snaps her fingers. A huge, pure white, skeletal bird comes out of what seems like nowhere, and pins you to the ground. It is completely silent, more than you could say for it's giggling owner.

"What's this?", Elynys purrs, kneeling to the ground next to your head. "An intruder? In my mansion? Dear, there are better ways to seek me out. Breaking and Entering, though.... hm... shame..."

She runs her perfectly manicured nails through your hair, gently rubbing your cheek as her hand passes. "You're so warm. Well, since you wanted to be in here so bad, I'll see to it that you'll never leave. Hey, bonehead!"

Elynys kicks the Bird's leg with her own leg, and it flinches, giving her a worried look. "Take them down to the Skeleton Making room! Their bones are strong, so they'll be PERFECT in say.... 3 years time?"

The bird's giant talons pierce through your shoulders as you're lifted. It begins to carry you away, when you can see Elynys grinning at you almost lustfully. 

"I'll see you in a couple years, honey. Have fun starving to death!"

(Sorry if I did this wrong. The instructions were a tiny bit unclear. Hope you enjoy anyways)

Roswell thugged on his shoulder, forcing the creature to stand still for a few seconds. He wasn't going down in anyone cellar, without talking first. Void, he hadn't planned to get starved to death in the first place.
Roswell stared at Elynys completely frozen. How could things turned out this bad. He had studied her mansion's map for weeks. Knew the servents schedule by heart. His informative had told him that the lady of the house was away that day. Turns out, she wasn't. And she had a monster under her control. Fully disillusioned Roswell stared at the beauty and back to her beast. He had never, in his for a human long, life seen something like her, or it. "Oi.." He finally said in the heavy weighted silence Roswell's rebellious act of thugging his shoulder had created.  "Oi don't 'ave good bones," he finally muttered. His voice uncharacteristically weak. The old thief started the laugh, a loud screaking sound. "Really Oi don't m'lady, my back? 'Ave yer seen me back? Oi walk as crooked as a dyin' tree. Oi can't serve yer as a skelleton, Lady. B..But I can serve yer in life," he pleaded, a quick sly smile on his face. "Oi nu dis city, by 'eart. Oi know all it's dark secrets." Roswell said.  "oi 'av eyes, everywere, rats. wee kids, folk dat steal, informashun for me. Oi can gie yer dat infor, for a wee fee.." He frowns, his smile locked on his face, wee fee, you stupid bonehead,  "oi mean free, ter repay for me life, me lady. Please."

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Roswell seemed as surprised by his victory as your oc was. His dagger softly shaking in his stiff, slightly rheumatic, hand. "Heh... Look at dat," he said, a weak smile on his thin lips. "Well.. sports, if yer kindly gie me yisser wallet, i'd let yer go. isn't dat nice." He said while tapping his feet on your chest, trying to hold you down to the ground. "Yer don't 'av ter fear me, oi'm a nice gentleman."

As Roswell hovered over Arkine, pressing his weight on his chest, he just laid there for a moment, stunned. Arkine was in disbelief, shock to his core. Many thoughts ran through his mind. How did he lose? Arkine never loses, he's a Champion! He always win, doesn't he? Wasn't Arkine the main character of every story? Isn't Roswell the badguy? How did the villain win? 

Arkine really thought he could take down the infamous Roswell. To bring "The Crow" to justice and hear the city cheer his name! But Arkine's head was too big, too full of himself and had underestimated his keen opponent. Roswell was a planner and was always one step ahead of Arkine. Not only that, but Roswell was also nimble and quick, his skills could not be matched. He had mastered his art well. Nonetheless, Arkine was a sore loser and refused to believe his enemy was better at every turn. Arkine was so furious as to the thought of defeat he began to pout and furiously moves his legs, stomping around like a child.

It was a while before Arkine could finally look at up at the much bigger man. "DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME!" Arkine barked, his voice was piercing and loud. He takes a deep breath, "FINE, FINE, FINE!!!" He furiously shouts. His voice again, horrendously annoying and painful, tickling Roswell's eardrums. Unbelievable, not only did Arkine lose, but this man was going to rob him as well. Arkine's arm trembling from the shock, reaches down to his pants and takes out his wallet. "HERE! TAKE IT ALL! YOU SLIMY THIEF!"

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Arkine laughs hideously. He was so please to see his opponent defeated. Arkine LOVED winning, and to win this fight was a great ego boost for him. Arkine points his sword at his adversary, "I'LL SPARE YOU LIFE IF YOU BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!!!" 

Jojo grunted as he was pinned to the ground, a giant sword, which only moments before was much smaller in size, was pointed directly at his neck. How dare this cocky freak push him around? There was no way he was going to take such a embarrassing defeat, not again, and especially not to this man. He growled at Arkine's words,

"Forgiveness..? What have I need forgiveness for? You're the one who came here from some other universe and jumped me!" He blurted out, taken over by all the rage filling his body. He only realized his mistake as the sword pierced his flesh. It was a warning, as the cut was shallow, but still enough to cause him flaming pain. He pulled his head back and groaned. 

"Fine. Forgive me.. please." He choked out the last word, hating every second. Jojo could, at any second, pull himself up and rake the hell out of Arkine's face. But he knew the consequences. If only I knew them before.. then maybe.. He pushed the thought away, and as Arkine let go of him, pulled himself up at last. 

"The only thing.. th..that you c-can take.." he huffed, before pulling himself together, ".. Is my pride. I have nothing else, no money, no processions. You might as well get lost." And eat roadkill, Jojo bit back the words. He hated the idea that Arkine would be getting away with this, and he fought back the urge to kill him any moment. 

What's done is done, he said to himself, it won't matter in the end.

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Jojo cornered his opponent, furious. His claws twitched, getting ready to strike, but suddenly, his eyes narrowed to the left.

"Get out of here." He grunted, "Or you'll get it." He dug his claws into the wooden planks, splintering it. This creature wasn't one to be messed with, and he was clearly ready to prove it one last time.

Jordynne found herself somewhere she ought not be -- cornered.  She cursed internally, recalling the series of unfortunate events that had landed her here, in the poor graces of this.... well, she wasn't even entirely sure what her attacker even was. Not that it really mattered in the grand scheme of things. The serpentine woman was in a real pinch. Her survival during a fight relied on swift evasive movements, but the terrain had forced her into a position with no way to evade any longer. Fury boiled in her veins, and the former deity again cursed the gods for giving her such a pathetically frail human form.

"Get out of here,"

A gruff voice barked at Jordynne, interrupting her train of thought.

"Or you'll get it."

The threat was punctuated by the groaning of wood as it splintered in the beast's grip to the right of her head. Her red eyes narrowed at this, the corners of her mouth drawing downward, her expression morphing into a mask of cold malice. What was this? Mercy? A mere mortal creature was taking pity on her?

Just as she opened her lips to let loose a scathing retort, a familiar voice cut through the cool night air.

"-ynne! Jordynne, where'd you go? Jo?!"

Her idiot brother. Gods, how could she forget? The reborn deity couldn't afford to die here - she had someone to take care of. Her days were numbered now, as they were for all mortal things. She couldn't come back... not a second time. Who would look after Fen if she died? In her heart, she knew the answer.

The mask of hate slowly melted off of her delicate face, and a softer expression took it's place. To an outsider, it would be hard to place - it looked both bitter and sweet.

"Unfortunately, I can't afford to waste precious time with you,"

The short woman began, the calm surety most people associated with her returning to her pale figure.

"I sincerely hope we never meet again."

Jordynne finished simply, before disappearing into the cool night air.

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"Tell me, who is it that you work for?"

The pale serpent queried, a look of cold apathy communicated through her crimson gaze.

Jordynne placed a hand on her captives chin, forcing them to meet her eyes. They were paralyzed, you see. The dagger that was buried in their chest made it so. The effect was so potent, in fact, that even the gods themselves couldn't resist it.

Surely, they were in unparalleled agony, but the former deity could not find it in her heart to care. A threat to her family must be dealt with properly. It must be neutralized.

Jordynne's grip tightened as her patience waned.

"SPEAK!"

The waspish woman commanded, grabbing her hostage by the neck as she tore the dagger out from it's resting place. A tarlike liquid seeped from the edge of the blade, sizzling as it dripped onto the concrete below. Jordynne positioned her weapon above their heart, pressing the tip against their skin, her hand sure and steady. She had a beguiling face, but her expression was sub-zero - two blood red eyes that promised death.

"I'll not be asking again."

Fluer had let out a sharp gasp as the blade approached his heart. Would now be a good time to beg for mercy? He had only done it a few times in his life, but now was one.

He let out a horrid yell, which was suprising coming drom the tiny creature. Blood had already been dripping down his face. The petals of his flower drooped as he answered, dropping away one after the other. God forbid, he knew he wasnt going to live to see his granddaughter again.

He had already lost too much blood to recover. 

The woman was not at her mercy, her shoving the knife into his heart. Only few breaths escaped before he dropped dead.

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A duel.

Fluer had been making furious swings of hus swords at the opponent, with each and every one getting swifter.

A group of puffballs are looking on from a distance.

Each catch of this small aliens sword clattered against the golden horns atop Angel's head. Not being able to see has lead to certain advantages in battle. She doesn't have to anticipate blows because she can't see them. She knew this was going to go on forever, who was she fighting? A child? She flung herself into the air,  floating majestically, puling herself backward in an elegant flip. She slammed herself on the ground, face down. Pretending they had just blown her back.

She looked up with a big motherly smile, putting her head in her hands and kicking up her legs. "You won! Good job child!" She said, forfeiting the match. She didn't quite understand Fluer wasn't a child, and she, in fact, wasn't fighting an inexperienced child with a sword.

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"I'm sorry I had to do that." The Quartz huffed quietly. She hated having to put up a real fight. She hurts people, and usually, there is no fixing the damage she can do. She pulled her mask back and revealed her cursed eyes. "Look at me, dear." She said, there was clear sorrow in her voice. 

Saint flailed his arms and legs wildly in the anti-gravity chamber, not knowing now how to get around and merely drifting in midair.  He swore he had fallen asleep in his own bedroom, but now he was in this chamber with a weird alien-like thing behind the glass. 

Saint only panicked more and more as the creature brought out some crackers and spewed some nonsense about it being a slow day for them. "Look, you have the wrong guy, let me out!" He tried to convince Caine that there was some sort of mistaken identity case at hand, but the alien was having none of it.

Finally, Saint managed to grab onto the bottom of the chamber, and crawling his way along and up the wall using any crack and dent that he could get a grip on, he managed to get to the observing window, looking Caine straight in the eyes. "You gotta let me out! I'll do anything, please!"

As the canines hand started to hover dangerously close to a large black and red button, Saint resorted to pounding at the tough glass with his fist, hoping to break it and escape out. "PLEASE! STO-" He would never know what came next, as he blacked out as soon as Caine pressed the button and a harsh beep rung though the air, the last sound he heard before he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Saint looked down at the other individual, lying down in the dirt of the forest. Towering over them like this, with his kris knife in one hand and a smug grin plastered over his face, he couldn've felt any better about the situation. Shadowy figures watched cautiously from the cover of darkness, robes obscuring their faces and bodies.

"You thought you could attack me and try and kill me and my fellow disciples, halfway though a sacred ritual, without consequences? Well," Saint purred devilishly, "The God of Many Eyes is not so merciful to those who hurt and kill his children. You will surely see that when you finally meet him." With that, Saint raised the Kris knife, intending a blow that would very most likely kill this person beneath them. They would make a lovely sacrifice, to ensure the rest of the currently-interrupted ritual went as smoothly as it possibly could.