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((I am watching Chocolate Rain.))

"Respect?" Sabre cackled. "Where have you been?" He popped up from the shadow, hissed, and struck out at Fyrin, who artfully and quickly blocked. Paul, in his sleep, briefly dreamed about prancing overjoyed through a field. When this emotion passed, he dreamed of bizarre, flying, machine-gun equipped pigs assaulting Abaddon's fortress.

Sabre struck again; Fyrin blocked. Yet again it happened, then a third time, then fourth, then fifth, and again and again they almost danced. It hardly seemed that Fyrin was struggling, despite using a condensed bit of fire for a left arm. They had done this many times before; even the unlight couldn't prevent Fyrin from having some idea of where the Shadow would be attacking. They were altogether too familiar with each other to make headway.

((Fine. Now I am watching What What.))

"A fine prospect," Sabre returned. He glanced upward simultaneously with Fyrin, trying to make out what exactly it was that was coming down. They both knew what Fyrin was going to do next, and they both knew he would accomplish it without any external influence. It didn't matter, though; he made the move, diving clear of the falling fireball, kicking away a set of claws from Sabre, then rolling up to meet yet another powerful strike, slamming a fist back the other way. They were still making no progress.

((Kingdom Hearts for the win.))

Siber twitched once in his cage, his arms adopting odd angles as he peered up at the dragon he was chasing after hearing the voice. Was it the same one? It seemed slightly different, perhaps in color.
"You have a point. In fact..." he slowed his pursuit, his head flicking down to his knee as he caught his chin in thought, "this dragon has not even attacked me; only a similarly aligned character. Further," he continued to muse aloud, "there is no reason for me to be here, that I know of. I have no method of turning the tides of the battle on my home plane from here, except through negotiation. My only motivation to fight would be if I could find no way out. As I stand, at least.
"Abaddon," he called, this time jerking his gaze to the castle and wondering vaguely if this insane state would one day give him neck and back problems, "is there any negotiating that could be done here to cease your violent emergence in my universe?"
He had a few points he could bring up, not the least including the Blademaster in the argument.

((Briefly forgot if "Blademaster" is the right name... h/o while I check that))

"Actually, the original contact I had with your avatar occurred in Crossover while my team made an effort to reverse a wrong Legion had committed against my plane. Your avatar interfered and put my life and the lives of my comrades in immediate danger. I had good reason to believe he would effect a resurgence elsewhere." Besides. He wants to die. "Given his mental state and disregard for human life during our first encounter, I think it wise to stop him, and therefore you." Siber kept his eyes on the dragon, but had slowed his carriage to a halt. "I do not have the authority to make my fellows disengage. Only a few can make the suggestion, and I have not been in contact with them. Now, besides Joshua and potentially me, who have you captured? I think we can still deal; any efforts I make to quell my partners' volatility will certainly not go unnoticed. I do hold some sway."

"I'm destruction and hatred in Demonic God form, you can hardly expect the man I've shaped to be my very image wouldn't act in such a way," Abaddon pointed out with a sigh. "That aside, I hold the females known as Linda, Kayla, Agrotera, and... the one who only gives her government code, Chaos. In addition, I hold the males Joshua, and Sam."

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Helmsborough simply dodged. At approximately a quarter-second after the second arrow was fired, a deep rumbling began to come from the ground.

((This Sam is the wielder of the sword Oathkeeper and he totally predates Devath's Samuel. However, as I cannot punish a PC for violating the OneSteveLimit, Sam's gonna buy a farm soon.

Also, remember that character cleanup I mentioned earlier?

Muahaha.))

"Mmm. Well, I just have Linda, Kayla, Sam, and Joshua," Abaddon corrected. "For two points on the bright side, I don't think the others will try any 'daring escapes' like they did and my elite guard will eat well for a week. As for backing down and all that... the Blademaster steps in for much larger-scale incidents. Hit squads and gang wars and Sages massacring Djinni or the reverse or the old Druid-cyNet2 wars. That aside, he may be able to overpower my avatars outside of my dimension, but he cannot slay me in the Heart of Darkness, and Helmsborough is rapidly approaching the end of his usefulness anyway. He was always a tad mopey for my tastes, anyway."

Hmm. Well, that was two down. Was there any way to save the others? "Well, there's no reason for anyone to attack you on your plane, anyway; I'm only here by chance. We'd just like you to stay on this plane.
"So assume that you do allow me to return to my universe and that I manage to quell the fighting up there. Would Helmsborough just kind of stop and you return our comrades? Who I would assume would still be alive. Where would that leave you? Which I guess is the same question as 'Why did you attack us in Crossover in the first place?' Legion was the one causing the disruption."