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Truinthil, still moving away from the dojo area while playing around with the many copies of himself and Bell, noticed that Twilight wasnt doing much. Likely waiting for an opportunity to try something. This, Truinthil could not allow. "What? Scared? Backing off are we? Well then I'll just take advantage of that." As he spoke the clones all began exploding into showers of blood that shot out in all directions. While mostly this was just show, it also served as a means to try and pinpoint Twilight's position. Truinthil could feel him, but not pinpoint him. He didnt want to attack, however. He wanted to see how close or far the man was from him. As the shower of blood continued to expand however, the real Truinthil began laughing as he looked at his right hand, which was covered in Bell's blood. "She injured herself trying to attack me. Funny thing is, it happened the instant she tried to. No matter though. Her bleeding makes what I am about to do all the more easy." he called out to Twilight.

Licking the blood on his hand for a moment, Truinthil began hugging Bell tightly to his chest, closing his eyes and smiling. Soon Bell would begin to quite literaly become a liquid. A liquid that was rapidly flowing into Truinthil. "I dare you to attack me anymore. You may end up ruining your chances at taking the girl from me.

This could prove to be a big problem; unlike some other people, Twi wasn't experienced enough to separate out the two using just his powers. Still, he couldn't afford to let T get away with Bell into his own territory, and this was just the opportunity he needed. "Gah!" Twi purposely let out a small cry when the blood splattered on him, making him stand out rather easily to anyone with good sight.

What Truinthil probably hadn't counted on, was Twi's partner. Under the cover of the splattering blood, Twi's partner had dashed at Truinthil with blitzkrieg speed. At nearly the same moment Bell and Silence liquified, Hamartia came in close to the ground and tried to grab Truinthil's ankle, nothing else.

Seconds were more than enough for Hamartia to realize he had grabbed the wrong target; it took only a split second for him to punch off the ground with his other hand and away from the zombie, but it didn't matter, Hamartia had only needed to get within a few feet of Truinthil for this plan to work with the highest degree of certainty. Without giving Truinthil a word of response, Hama hit some sort of control on his belt, which was identical to Twilight's and light would almost instantly surround Hama, T/Bell, and the zombie, as well as the surrounding 10 yards around them. The flash was more or less light, and T would likely be able to escape only if he'd reacted faster than light could have reached him from a few feet away. If this worked, T, the zombie, Bell, and Hama would all be teleported from the Dojo ruins.

Twi simply watched for now.

Marius strolled out of the woods with a soft grin that quickly fell from his face in shock. The dojo he had traveled so far to fight at, was gone. A massive crater stood where his map indicated the dojo should be and was a disturbing testament to destruction. A soft smile spread across his face as he looked around slowly before stepping into the crater and walking slowly around it in awe of the massive mar on the landscape. "Superb." He said softly as he nodded, "Seems I may have finally found a good place to grow, not even Dagger can deny me after I fight some of these people. They will accept me and return again." His words ended as suddenly as they began and he quickly lost interest in the crater and once more pulled the map from it's pouch to aid him in searching out the next place of interest. "The home of some demon or fallen named Mastema eh? Well from the number of drinks it took to get them to just say the name once it may be a good starting point." That said, he turned and made his way once more into the woods, all interest in the blasted site of something he had never seen gone. After all, the dojo was obviously of the past and he was not a man that ever dwelled there.

*I tire relitivly quickly but not after moving about 10% of the dirt I wanted to move. Tomorrow I would have to prepare better. I pick up my quarterstaff that I dropped without realizing and head back to my girlfriend's tavern, the Randy Goat.*

((I'm not sure when my vacations going to be over so for the next week please don't roleplay anything that would disrupt my progress assuming I move about 15 to 20% of dirt that needs to be moved a day. You can mess with me when I get back.))

"Do tell me..." A voice asked, light and delicate in the youthful sense, though it was entirely inquisitive and dared to show a slight undertone of mockingly stoic intent. "...where have all the heros gone?" The voice concluded, having become slightly airy as it whirled about the newly altered gravesite. Indeed the Dojo crater, now baring the potential of a foundation, was a grave to many a person and many an ideal.

A form would match the voice, though it would take some time for such a form to appear. It was glowing silver that laced and swirled through the air, gleaming and pulsing as it faded in and out of being, translucent as one might expect. Thickened lines ran out in overlapping shapes, the edges of ethereal plates seeming as heavy and as strong as ever. They formed the shape of a suit of armor made enough for an oversized Dwarf, or a stout Ogre. Thick and wide, built like a tank of sorts, with only an empty, visored helm that held no face. No, instead the visor shared only the feature of a lollipop stick's end pointing out between the ghostly grill.

Flexing and shifting in an eerily silent manner, articulated hands of plate mail grasped the sturdy pole of the Hero's weapon, the end of which was now a large orb of whirlwinding mithral caught in a glass bulb. A single heavy motion hefted the thing from both hands, up onto his right shoulder, his right hand balancing it there.

Unable to hold the composure any more, the young voice giggled softly. Twas not the twisted childlike giggle of the crazed plague upon the BC lands, the killer of the boy, but rather that of the boy himself. The plated form shook with the joyful giggles, though the grinding of the plates upon each other remained as silent as the rest of the haunting image. "Well then! What're you waiting for silly? Let's get this thing together kay?" The young one asked, and he would've arched a brow had he one.

Soon there would be a kitchen, and therein would lay pots and pans nestled safely in their respective cupboards. Then, and only then, would the materials for the boy's body be in place for his return.

The return of one of the BC's last two true knights of valor, with hopes that maybe Focht would someday join him.

(( Bleh. You guys need to hurry up. xp ))

*The rain started padding against the ground around the hole. As it grew in intensity a soft humming came from the dirt and developed into a soft song. Hytoshu looked down the where he planted the seeds and saw the first stage of what was to become. The seeds grew and as they did roots clawed forth and tangled themselves tightly. The more the rain fell the more the roots grew until finally as the cloud passed over there was around 6 feet of thick roots tangled solid at the base of the pit. The foundation for the dojo was complete.*