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Unfortunately, to be painfully hinest, the cleaver had no enchantment.

And it would hurt, Leo would feel it, he would cough blood, and moments before it felt as they had completely severed his life from his body, they would feel the nature of that single life force change into hundreds of multiple ones.

Leo managed to get out of the encirclement alive, blood was dripping from his mouth, but he was still full of life and vigor. He almost knelt as hundreds of dried roaches fell from his body. They had killed his travelling companions, his eyes narrowed, he felt the blood lust. His remaining insects would be more resistant to having their life sucked away now, they would have to be acted upon as long as they were in the range of Leo's control.

"Death Masters!? Why!?"

It was a good defense, but Leo needed an offense if he were to survive. The same psyhic powers he used to communicate with insects filled his cleaver. It would act as a temperory 'enchantment' dispersing the negative forces that held the shadows together. It might allow him to rend and stave off the attackers, but each one would most likely meld back minutes later. It wasn't much, but it was the best he could do.

He needed flies, he need to get to that island floating above them, but the flies were dying before they could get to his blood.

He had a thought, maybe if he retreated slowly, leaving a blood trail, then advanced again, the flies could follow him. He retreated a step, hacking at an advancing shadow in hopes that his powers would have some affect. on the 'Death Masters'

"I would destroy this F&%^ing place if I could," he snarled at them, unafraid.

"Well..." the interogator replied as he worked, "I dont think so. Either you're genuinely interested, which in that case, it wouldnt matter anyway because I wouldnt have the time to run my mouth as I work, since that would take too long, or you're trying to stall for time, which isnt important anway because of the same reason that theres just too much work to be done in the amount of time I have with you."

He cut out a piece of the man's liver and dropped it into a tray before he began closing up the wound, sewing it together rather sloppily.

As for his implications about the arm, well, that didnt matter much anyway. People had one chance to cooperate, to answer the question properly. if they didnt, then the interogator would just go to work doing things his way. So did that mean Joran wanted the man to cut off his arm or something? He just said something about following his vision as he looked at his arm, not explaining anything.

Anyways, they'd be done with him for the moment. Samples had to be examined, and that took time. The man would once again be sedated, and when he was out, he'd be carried away from the ruins and dumped out in the wilderness somewhere. Oh right, and when the man was disposed of, probably in the forest far east close to Latent, the surgeon would be there as well. He had to re-align the man's spine and untie that knot in his intestines... Well, maybe not untie that knot. Who knows? Hilarity would probably ensue from it. But he wouldnt be watching. Which means he'd probably untie that knot.


If the man was going to run, he should have done that rather than stop. When he escaped the circle, the shadows would give chase right after him, they would not let him so so easily. And how fast did they move? Well, safe to say, they werent like some shambling zombie. If anything, they moved as quickly as a normal man.

As the man slowed down, almost kneeling down, that being an indication of the slowed movement as kneeling was essentially a stationary action, they would fall upon him, shadowy claws raking down his back from the shadow directly behind him as others moved around to get to his sides and circle around him once again, in hopes that the attack to the man's back would slow him down even more.

They would stop either when they finished the man off or when instructed to do so. But the latter didnt seem likely at the moment since the only one which could do that in the area at the moment was Descant, and it didnt appear as if she was going to stop them.

The roaches in air had no chance of touching her. Her hands were spinning, a whirling motion that was like waxing an airborne surface. When the bugs were in range, her right hand pushed forward against the invisible surface and the boom of a drumming leigon sounded. With the many feet of distance between them, Leo was likely to hear absolutely nothing but he could see the round distortion of air. To those critters in the air before her, they'd hit the wall long enough to be killed off by the darkness in the area. To those that were actually in the AoE of distorted air and sound, their small bodies were likely to explode.

Of course, one couldn't expect that all of the roaches would attack in one wave. The rest would probably touch down on her black cloth, which itself was covering her body completely without actually touching her. Again, that would only be until they died on their own.

[2/2]

They were too close, and so they merely caught hold of his weapon hand as he spun around, stopping his movement.

"Get the F^%$ off me!"

They could affect him physically now, but the principle worked in reverse, he could affect them. Now he couldn't cause them pain or death, as they weren't living, and he nothing enchanted to dispel shadows. But he could disperse their energy with his own mental powers. The spin stopped, he would avoid the shados going for his left arm and punch the shadow through the gut, a burst of mental energy would follow the punch, exploding the shadow's energy so that it would have to reform. The shadow's that grabbed at his left leg would get a kick with the same pulse of psychic energy as he tried to keep from being entrapped.

"How bothersome...~"

Her hands were in no rotation, but her hand thrust forward to create another area of intense dissonance. Unlike the other that remained stationary before her, this version had forward momentum. When it met the man's body... the sound could be compared to a choir of women all screaming an octave above their range. The effect of what amounted to sound shoving the man over, was up to him in his post-spinning and dodging state.

Maybe he'd feel the shove and jump back with it, then run the heck away. Maybe he'd trip over himself and slow enough that the shadows all pounced and finished him. Maybe he'd just see the distorted air and move out of the way, placing himself deeper in the fray.

Ask her if she cared.

Only he had spun around as soon as he felt the first shadow raking at his back, so his right arm had been caught while he was spinning and facing the shadow that was once behind him, and he could attempt an attack with his left. Unfortunately he found that his legs were bound before kick at them. It was still yet to be determined if the psychic pulses had any effect.

If he had been caught from behind before he spun, then he was completely SOL.

He would hear the high pitched sound pulse. There was no escaping it, as he was entrapped and it hit him. Pushing him along with shadows, possibly helping him work free of their grasp. He grimaced as ears rang, a little bit of blood draining from his right ear.

Even if his first attack had done something, he would still be entrapped, with seemingly no way to get free. He snarled, baring his fangs at Descant, his eyes narrow like a rabid beast caught in a trap.

Then the only hope in that punch would be that when the fist hit, the burst of psychic energy emanating from his attack would hit the shadow and ring through like a wave, exciting the negative energy this creature was composed of, pushing it outward, and causing the shadow to 'burst'.

Granted, such a burst would have a backlash on Leo's on psychic protection field if it happened. And even so, only one fist would remain free, only one shadow would be dispelled, he would still be entrapped.