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Valkyarc found himself at what looked like a junkyard that was blown apart by a war. Pieces of metal everywhere sticking out and about and there didn't seem to be much life. He treaded carefully forward with his crystal staff still in hand, pulling it up to lay horizontal. The quiet district gave him a bad feeling.

Valkyarc turned his head surprised at the man shouting, turning towards him.

"Brave? I'm not so sure about that. I'm just a humble fellow doing what I can." Valkyarc replied smiling once again. "Oh, nice armor. "

"I hope so. I wouldn't mind such armor." Valkyarc complimented, tilting his head as he smiled. Something else came to mind though, as he figured someone with that much armor wouldn't be taking a stroll like this. His attitude suggested an agressive mind was behind that armor. Valkyarc decided to ask him a question. "You know, would you mind me asking if you were over at the water plant not too long ago?"

Valkyarc's smile turned into a frown as he sighed. And I thought this job was going to be easy, he thought. He then pulled out a small communicator he had been given from the meeting and placed it next to his lips.

"Attention all Greywater employees. The man who tore through the Greywater base at the water plant has resided within the district of steel. This is an alert for all not bound by a fight to come to the district and resolve the issue." Valkyarc placed the communicator back into his robe and smiled again before responding to the armored bloke.

"Your destruction was quite impressive against those weaklings," Valkyarc paused to reposition his staff with his left arm, "but was completely unnecessary--"

Whoosh!

Valkyarc burst forward thrusting his crystal staff straight towards the center chest of the armored warrior with enough Krysterian strength to blow him backwards. He knew he couldn't pierce such armor, going with the idea of knocking the man off-balance as he stood there with his left arm holding his staff and his right reaching into his black pouch.

"I shall amuse you until the others arrive." He then said, eyes sharpened into the look of a soldier and a mirage of heat rising from his body.

Valkyarc said nothing. He no longer was a smiling, dry humored idiot he played out to be this entire time and had already planned five moves ahead.

After his thrust, Valkyarc lowered his staff and began backing up immediately as he predicted the man to be charging towards him. Just before the armored man took his first step, Valkyarc's staff glowed blue again and ice shot towards the ground and curled upwards around his enemies' foot. It would serve as a slippery slope to once again bring the giant off-balance as Valkyarc pulled his right hand out of his black pouch and threw three crystal marbles in his direction.

Three feet before they could make contact, the marbles exploded into thousands of pieces, a diamond dust that looked like mist. Then he quickly placed both hands on the staff to parry the blow, but not directly. Valkyarc swirled the staff at an angle as he side-stepped to the right, forcing the sword the other direction. Right after that, the staff disconnected into three joints and turned into his four-section staff, Valkyarc getting into his stance awaiting for what will happen next.

Valkyarc found himself wide-eyed with surprise as this fight he presumed to him be a duel between two living creatures, it seemed now that his opponent's was something else entirely. He couldn't put his finger on it, but this giant tin-can acted very strangely, or in fact, stereotypical of a proud warrior. As the sword came flying towards him, Valkyarc watched it zero in as he calculated the next few moves.

He had no choice, but to side-step the thrust a second time. The difference between this step and the first one was his arm. Right as it came in, Valkyarc had brought his left arm up as he side-stepped and yelled as he slammed his elbow down on the back of the sword. He knew this was possible due to the Krysterian skin, which was hard as thick ice. The parry would pound the sword into the ground with the same strength he showed earlier as Valkyarc then got low enough to get inside the armor's defense and go in for a thrust towards the middle of the stretched arm. He knew the armor was indeed powerful, but it would lose its density when out-stretched.

In doing so, the four-section staff reconnected once again and was nearing the stretched arm when front end of the staff took a new shape, an axe as sharp as a diamond blade and had an edge pointing forward about a foot in length. Valkyarc pushed ahead thrusting the axe-head at the stretched arm, knowing that a shield might coming down on him. As he predicted this, the diamond dust he created earlier and kept floating in the air began to take the shape of two shields. One would parry the enemies' shield in an indirect manner to avoid direct damage and the other would block a knee strike.

In the end, Valkyarc hoped this would work, uncertain of what will truly happen next.

Throughout the city, the people of Frostschild were coming home. Men, women, and children, knocked out of reality by a magical punch no one saw coming, were being nudged back into existence by the very same force. Eating, sleeping, shopping, working, they had been going about their lives, and to them no time had passed at all. Still, something was not right.

They were changed.

Metal. Jagged. Screaming and shrieking with inhuman voices, they returned skeletons of their former selves, grim visages of decayed bodies animated through the fusion of magic and robotics. They would go about their daily lives, clumsy brutal mockeries of what they once were, but lacking in human comprehension or understanding.

That is, until they saw someone alive, someone unchanged, someone who was still human. They turned on these people, watched them. Approached slowly, cautiously, sizing up the strange being. They would clang their metal teeth together threateningly, stretch out their claw-like fingers, and then...

...they would attack.