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Dale knew the situation was going to descend rapidly into chaos. The girl was going to break them down soon. He had to do something about it. He drew his sword and took his staff off his back, giving it a theatrical twirl as he did so. Let's do this. Dale ran the distance of the remaining roof and jumped, landing right in front of Amanda and Calxiyn and also, Thea. It was a fairly graceful landing all in all, and he hid the jolt of pain from the shockwave of the jump running up his legs. He stood up straight and stood side on towards Thea and pointed his staff at her, his eyes cold and dead as the grave.
"Enough!" Dale declared. "It is time you saw the true power of this guild!" Dale looked her in the eyes, and ran through the best options for the situation. What was most effective to use... His list of spells went through his mind, and he ultimately decided what he wanted to use. It would make quite the impression, he was sure. He smiled at her as charmingly as possible before blasting her full on with a Lightning Storm.

Dale used Lightning Storm

"There. Finish her." Dale ordered as the bolts stopped coming, lowering the staff and analysing the field. It was unlikely she would be able to handle much more punishment after the hit he just gave her.

So, this was the situation at hand: The two guild offensive teams were being faced by two of Ezekiel's best men. Well, a man and a woman that was. He didn't seem to think much of the girl, although she was probably an awful lot more dangerous than she looked. She was garbed in a long white dress with long golden hair and under normal circumstances, he would have judged her to be quite pretty. That was beside the point however. Right now, she was trying to kill his guild mates and hell if he was going to stand for that! However, equally the other group was faced with another issue. This one Dale immediately knew was threatening. Glowing red eyes and the crazed look on his face and the introduction speech he could have heard from some distance away, oh he knew this guy was trouble. Just the kind of trouble Dale looked for. He couldn't divide his attention however, so he would go where he was needed most. He felt confident that he could take on either of the two of his foes by himself.

As he watched his guild mates begin the attack, the scene that played out in front of him against the girl immediately took his full attention. Ander was... DEFENDING THE GIRL? The girl who was trying to kill them? What the hell did he think he was doing? Had he been possessed? Had the woman enchanted him with some spell that he had missed? Whatever the case, the following events were somehow even worse. The new guy, Leviathan that he didn't like the look of to start with had attacked Ander, knocking the poor guy out completely. Dale's head clouded and his eyes narrowed. Burning rage boiled and ignited inside him as ice began to form around his fists as he formed his Ice Blades. Only by seeing the other minions arrayed by their enemies did Dale return to sensibility, but he knew that this Leviathan and him were going to have a nice chat when all this was over. A nice chat involving a lot of icicles and pain.

"Never attack a guild mate." Dale muttered angrily, his fists still clenched. "Ander has already seen the price of betrayal, although you were not the one to deliver it. You had no right Leviathan. That falls to your superiors. And now... Now I will have to show you the cost too." Dale folded his arms and watched from his vantage point the events that unfolded beneath him, atop a small building next to the chimney.

Levi went down not too soon afterwards and while usually he'd have laughed, the situation against the Girl Mage was dire. Only Calxiyn and Amanda remained standing after the little team killing exercise that had just been going on. If only Leviathan had directed that strike somewhere more useful. He may have to intervene soon...

Al glared at her, narrowing his eyes and baring his teeth at Nights. He looked his foe in the eyes as they stared down the barrels of each other's guns. He was going to have to be very careful about how he played this. Whatever he was going to do, it was going to have to be fast. He noticed an aching in his shoulder again and silently cursed. That knife wound the fallen Sebax had inflicted on him was going to take it's toll if he had to fire this gun too often. His arm probably wouldn't be able to take too much of the punishing recoil that the gun produced. @Nights™ had to go down soon. He wouldn't be able to win in an elongated combat. But how? It had to be something daring, something that they couldn't predict... Then it came to him. He had one advantage. All he had to do, was take Nights off guard.
"Let's put that to the test shall we?" Al said, a strangely confident smirk appearing on his face. As the last word came out, he made his move. Al launched himself forward at Nights sliding along the slick deck of the boat towards, firing two shots haphazardly in the direction of Nights, although the chances of them hitting were next to none.

It's really sad that there are so many accidents going on with aircraft at the moment. Hopefully 2015 will have less of them. I don't know if it's just media coverage changing or me just noticing it more but it feels like there's more accidents at the moment.

Alessia used Aero Flying Rock 2

Alessia used Quick Blitz on Laser 5

Alessia used Quick Blitz on Laser 3

"Dayyyyyyuuuummm. You straight up gangsta." Who said that? It sounded like the guy I just slit the throat of! Couldn't be. He's dead. Must be my imagination. Al looked up at the person facing him, his face cycling through various expressions of confusion, before settling on surprise as they changed their minds constantly. Revenge? You stabbed him first! His hand slid towards the gun that lay on the ground by the dead hand of Sebax. Then, the crazy guy in front of him turned on him too. How to get out of this one? Al picked up the handgun lying on the ground and clutched it in both hands, whilst hanging on to the knife just in case this went wrong.
"Just like that firing range in Poland." He said. The gun was already cocked and loaded and with steady aim, pointed the weapon at the charging Nights and fired. (Can't get you in a mention for some reason. I think the little TM is giving the site some problems with mentions XD)

So I just discovered that CStar is also a KOTOR fan. KHV KOTOR Podcast anyone? XD

Al got to his feet and whipped around as he heard Sabex's odd words. The knife was in his right hand in a flash. The burning of his shoulder had been replaced by a dull ache.
"You deserved that." He said to the potentially dead @Sebax on the ground. He wanted to slit his throat for good measure, but first there was the crazy person that evidently stabbed him from behind. What the hell is going on? What do all these people have to do with Cal? What is this sick game? I'd better ask Colleen what's going on soon, but first... This guy. "What do you want? I'm content to leave you alone and finish this guy. He tried to kill me so it's only fair. Colleen the person who brought us here went that way. Take something up with her." He pointed helpfully in the direction she went, before kneeling down next to the downed Sebax, finding his throat with one hand. He deftly ran the silver switchblade over it. The perfect red smile running deep.

I grinnedcat the very mention of Pazaak.
"Pazaak? I'm the very God of Pazaak. I've beaten every single Pazaak challenge there is in all the games. I freaking loved the pazaak den stuff in KOTOR 2 because it gave me a chance to actually get something useful out of the damn game. The Champ is a horrendous cheat and I noticed on my recent playthrough that for some reason the chance of higher value cards increases causing more natural 20s to appear on the board. If I could, I'd give you a game right now." He waved the Darth Revan mask that he had with him.
"I'm guessing you noticed this. I'm kind of a Revan fanboy." He said. Tragically however, he was so caught up in his KOTOR fanboyism that he failed to notice the @Sebax creeping up behind him. Somewhere, in his deep subconscious a single thought heard and hoped that @cstar would save him...

"Fair enough." Al replied, placing the knife securely in his pocket with the blade folded in. He kept his hand far away from the pocket, to show that he didn't plan on any betrayals, as efficient as that might have been. He clasped Colleen's hand and shook it vigorously as he might have for any other friend of his. "Now that our little truce is done, what say we do now? We have these thirty minutes before someone goes to Davy Jones' locker, so what do we do with that time?" He leaned back, apparently far more relaxed now that the situation had been defused- At least for a time.

"Depends what we're killing I suppose." Al replied vaguely. Eyeing her suspiciously. He knew only that it was a her. That's all. Wait... her? A girl kidnapped Cal? "Well that's a plot twist." He muttered under his breath. He pushed back the hood and took off the Darth Revan cosplay mask he was wearing and showed his face to his foe.
"I figure that since we're going to be killing each other shortly we may as well get to know a face and a name. I'm Al, the person whose girl you stole?" He extended his left hand, because his right still held the knife, although it was lowered. "What do you say, thirty minute truce?"

"Ohh ****." Al said simply after hearing the voice. Desperately, he looked around for the explosives, but to no avail. Stuck. But then, he realised a technicality that would allow him to succeed! He was sent to the Mid-Atlantic for a battle. Well, there would be the vessel. And since it was the mid-Atlantic, and he was in the middle of the ocean... It stood to reason that he was there, exactly where he needed to be to board the boat that Cal was on to have the knife fight to rescue her. Overall, this couldn't have gone much better! Other than the whole explosives thing. Al measured his options briefly, and came to the plan. He leaped out of the boat and swam straight to the craft Cal was on board, hauling himself, dripping wet and smelling vaguely of salt water aboard the boat.
"Alright you good for nothing kidnapping scumbag, give me Cal back and I'll spare your miserable life!" Al declared holding out the extended Switchblade.

Hey! I'll get there! Eventually...

Alessia used Quick Blitz on Laser 2

"Get back here you son of a *****!" He cursed as @Sebax drove off towards where Cal would be taken. "I'm going to gut that guy when I get my hands on him." Al casually threw the knife up in the air and caught it, ejecting the blade as he did so. The dim lights around glinted off the silvery blade. At least it's sharp. The other one didn't seem to be much better. He wasn't entirely sure what was worse. That jackass that just drove off or... Whoever the hell this other guy was. Either was Cal was his and despite whatever that smartass said he was the good guy. He was doing this out of necessity to save the girl he loved, not out of some twisted desire this other person seemed to have. Growling irritably, he boarded the boat and looked at the controls.
"Now how do I use this bloody thing exactly?" By pure chance, and possibly a bit of divine intervention for good measure, Al somehow managed to get the boat going in the right direction and at a good speed towards the place where they had to meet. He felt the knife in his pocket as he sat at the controls. "Don't worry my friend. You'll get your blood soon."

Alessia used Aero on Flying Rock 1

"Very well, I shall play your sick game." He replied, clenching his fist, clearly irritated by this turn of events. What does it take to get one's girl back? And why did CStar take her... "A knife fight eh @Sebax . Are weapons provided, or do we bring our own toys to the fight?" Another question sprung to his mind as he considered events coming up. To the mid-Atlantic... That would take some time, not to mention the problem of what to do when they got there. What would the situation be? Would Cal be there, or would she be held elsewhere? Regardless, he had to go. There was no way out of it. He couldn't possibly let Cal suffer at the hands of this strange woman who had kidnapped her. What devilries had she inflicted already? What else would she do? First these questions, then it was time to fight for Calxiyn.