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There was a look of confusion in Colette's eyes as Camulos spoke about a war, mostly it was when he said 'Where I come from'. She thought about the dreams she had been getting. Was this what they were warning about? It was a possibility.

Sirea became even more confused. "That's what I'd like that know as well." sweatdrop She would then gaze over to Sol. "You know that guy?" She asked. What also got her attention was when Sol mention about wanting to live in peace on this side. "What do you mean by 'this side'?"

After hearing Rhone's response to Camulos, she had the thought that it might turn ugly from there. She waited to see what Camulos might do.

"I'll look forward to that." Rin said with a grin. He would then laugh from hearing his comment to Lloyd. "You know what they say? The hero always makes a last minute entrance." blaugh Drawing his daggers, he followed after Lloyd and Hunter.

Once they were right outside the gates, he took a moment to look around. "We definitely have a party here." He said.

Hearing Lloyd call out to her, Colette snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention to the swordsman. "We're fine." She answered, feeling relieved to see that Lloyd was alright as well.

"Who said my thinking was logical? I even realize now that what I am doing is a fools errand, but I do it for the slim chance that it will mean something." Camulos turned and faced the other group behind him. "Well now... did I just hear the wingfolk say he knows where I came from? Well now a fellow traveler?" Sol took a step back, "You seem disturbed by my presence. Do not worry stay out of this and you will survive."

"You twisted b*****d," Sol drew his dagger and was about to charge when he suddenly stopped moving, "What?" well he was a hell of a lot quicker than I thought, Sol knew all to well what power was at play, but he couldn't say a word about it.

Camulos had already raised a hand, "Puppet. Now then first." Camulos grew an extra foot, The mask on the side of his head disappeared as did the the long robe he was wearing. The length of his hair added several inches. Finally his legs came into focus revealing almost lizard like feet, ""And second, I think I'll take another... Puppet." he raised his other hand. This time aimed at Ilene.

"What?" Ilene was forced to turn around and faced the others behind her with her weapon drawn. "This can't be happening."

"Dam, yokai!" Sol had drawn his bow and was pointing at Rhone's group behind Camulos.

"Now I believe the side are a bit more even now. So I will tell you once again, Give me the research or perish." Camulos grabbed the boomerang with one of his feet.

Lloyd was relieved to hear from Colette that she was alright, but that relief vanished when Camulos began to take control of the people nearby him. Immediately, he began to charge toward the Yokai, bypassing Sol and Irene. At the end of his run, he jumped at Camulos in a vertical spin, uttering "Tempest..." The way his voice trailed off was a hint that this attack was a two-parter, about to be followed up with...something.

Azriel quietly gasped at the latest development in this standoff. This was the okay to start the action. She rose into the air once again.

"You know, if he's gonna play that way, my Shadow Command would do good here..."

"N-not in front of these people, Oscuro..."

If it were just Azriel and Camulos, Oscuro would've manifested anyway. But she understood her host's anxiety about shocking the others. Rhone wouldn't have run away, but she couldn't predict for the others.

"Yokai..." Chiaro mused again. Something about the word had her wanting to aid Azriel in casting a light spell, on a whim.

Azriel locked her stare on Camulos, the irises of her eyes turning red and her body becoming surrounded in a faint glow of light energy. She held her saber and dagger in a cross; the former vertical, the latter horizontal; this was her casting position. When she uttered her spell, her voice suddenly sounded different. She was aware she that was going to happen, so she hoped the others would just dismiss that as their imagination.

"Light of Justice, ensnare thy foe! Photon!"

Circular band-glyphs of light appeared around Camulos' body, closed in, and created an explosion.

Eduardo once again threw his arms into the air. "Still have no idea what's going on!" Regardless of the circumstances, he would have to join these people in fighting off the man with the boomerang. He seemed to recognize some of them, so he knew he could stand by them.
Still, he couldn't risk getting in the way of all the incoming attacks. These were some powerful people. With his arms still in the air, he "waggled" his fingers in the direction of said boomerang-wielding puppetmaster (Eduardo particularly disliked disrespect of free will, for his own will had been temporarily subjugated in the past by his feral transformations.), then thrust one open hand into the air and one toward his target. He looked serious, yet still hard to take seriously, as usual. "I second her spell-casting motion! Stone Blast!"
The spell he cast would raise stones from the ground to attack the target. This was by no means a devastating spell, however, for he had limited magical skill outside of enhanced martial artistry.

((And here I am, contemplating whether or not to let Oscuro manifest. wink ))

Having anticipated that block, Lloyd knew he picked the right arcane arte to use. Landing on his feet facing Camulos' right side, he followed through with the second part, unleashing a blast of energy in the form of a lion's head toward the Yokai. "...Beast!"

When Camulos appeared to throw his weapon toward Rhone, Azriel saw this as a good opportunity to use an attack that closed in on the Yokai. She figured Rhone could take care of himself. From her place in the air, she began to swoop at a downward slope toward her target with her saber thrust forward and her body surrounded in icy energies that swirled around her in a drill-like appearance. "Blizzard Falcon!"

"Yes! Fancy spell combo success!" His spell-casting effort seemed like a success, but Eduardo preferred more direct methods most of the time. He ran into the melee, heading for Sirea and Ilene.
"Hey, Sirea! Tag!" He extended his hand out to Sirea in the "tag" gesture, offering to switch places. He spoke rapidly, for, clearly, adrenaline had kicked in. "You can go find out! Get him while he's weaponless! Yeah, I'll stop this lady! Help those guys! Just give 'im one for free will! Man, this is exciting!"
He bobbed and stepped around excitedly, for this was the first major local event that he had participated in for a while. He felt a slight urge to turn into a dragon and crush the defiler of will, but his speed and more easily nonlethal tactics would probably serve better at his current location. In addition, he didn't want to regress at all, which "crushing the defiler" would probably not help.

Sol eyes darted around trying to assess the situation, "Uh well, let me think for a moment... if he's the kind I think he is. His powers include manipulation of his hair which is a highly condensed energy in physical form. It is a probable guess now that his weapon is made of his hair, meaning he is free to form it a will. The hair also seems to be able to become string that gains full control over our bodies."

"Why do you know so much about him?" Ilene snapped as she continued to swing her sword.

"I said his kind, I don't know them all." he then heard everyone going physical on Camulos, "Wait if he uses his hair to create weapons then it's possible-" he was yanked towards Camulos and the oncoming attacks hit him instead of the intended target. All of which hit the puppet wingfolk, “Ugh…” He was only semi-conscious of his surroundings, “Did anyone get the number on that carriage?” considering the number of attacks he had just received, the fact that he was still able to crack a joke, meant he was at least a well-built wingfolk.

“You talked too much about my kind,” Camulos smirked and flung Sol high into the air, “still that about him might prove to be an asset to you in the coming troubles, I suggest keeping him close. And on that note… maybe you are more capable then I first thoughts to take one of us. I am not totally sure about a militia yet, but you are good in a group.” He flicked a hand through his hair, “But as of now I’ll have to bid you farewell. Oh, by the way I will be watching your movements, so do try to impress me. Wrath!” He slammed his hand on the ground and created an enormous dust cloud around him. The metallic snake burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Ilene stumbled forward the strings now no longer in control. “What, I’m free?” Then she noticed the limp body of Sol falling from the sky, ”Someone catch him!”

Rhone sighs and dismisses his blade before crossing his arms.
"That was a rather pleasant distraction, eh? Oh well, now that it's over, I guess it would only make sense to introduce you to the third member of my crew."
The figure sheathed its weapons and shook the dirt and grass off, revealing a slender half-elf woman with silver hair, some of which tied back and the rest left to its own devices. She slid the massive goggles she was wearing off of her eyes and let them rest on her head.

(Instrumental Theme for Max )
The woman approaches Rhone, Azriel, and Colette, and waves.
"Hiya, weirdos! What's up?"
Rhone sighs and shakes his head.
"Would it kill you to be polite every once in a while?"
"Probably. Besides, it's not like I'm going to avoid including myself in there."
"That doesn't make it okay to-"
"Aw, stuff it, RoRo."
"Guh.."
Rhone is taken aback for a moment before snapping back and raising his voice.
"I told you not to call me that!!"

Hunter rolls his eyes and places his forehead onto his palm.
"Oh, not this again..."