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Ambrose was quick to confirm that he had, in fact, enjoyed himself immensely. Hadn't he, he thought, been allowed the pleasure of hearing her musical voice for hours? That in itself could've and would've had him enteringn the most questionable of places if that meant she kept talking to him.

((Okay, so, I spent an ENTIRE WEEK going WTF because I had NO idea what post back. Sorry Boom, hopefully this will make it up to you?))

Well, the tables were turned. Ophiuchus's strategy backfired - not magnificently, worse things have happened than this. But, because of Krauser's grip, there was no way the god could bite the damned man. One shot of Ophiuchus's poison, and the man would have needed a pact with... well, another god in order to live. Ophiuchus shook out the rest of his long, slinky body and wrapped himself around Krauser's arms. What will it be? he telepathically asked Krauser. I can kill you now, or we can wait for him to arrive and kill you himself. Unlike Nathan, who assumed the explosion Ialo caused was simply another effect of the generators being destroyed, Ophiuchus was very aware that the disturbances around the building had woken up Ialo. He could feel the boy's aura waver and strengthen through that single release of magic. However, Ophiuchus was carefully not to allow an image of Ialo to slip to Krauser's mind. He wanted to scare the man into thinking something much, much larger was out for his head.

"Bingo, and your obviously oblivious to what I just said. You, Danni, Help us, better for you. Clear enough rundown?" He asked looking at Gambit curiously. "there something wrong with your buddy there?" Night asked running his normal hand through his hair looking at the demonic aura the three gave off.

Kai looked at the busted up room sighing, apperently he missed a greater part of the action. "Where are the other two?" he asked looking behind him wondering where luna and the elementalist were.

Arzol snarled, rolling his eyes. "Oh, we understood you, all right. And nothing's wrong with him. Probably. Anyway, why should we help you. We find her, we get to kill her. You find her, she regains her life...again. Not a win-win in our case, gentleman." He said, studying his nails. God, he was in need of a manicure...Wait, what?

There was no small amount of blood clinging to Ialo's skin. And no small amount of it was the blood of the unfortunate souls who tried to stop his rampage. May they dance with iron shoes in pits of dragon fire. The young dragon paused for a moment and he busied himself with ripping the last of needles, medical tape, and those sticky plastic circles with wire coming out of them that felt your heartbeat - Ialo was typically the poster boy for logic and precision whether it was magic or science but today he was not feeling particularly keen on attempting to rake the corners of his mind to find a word so simple as sensors. All he cared about was anything impeding him from reaching through Krauser's cranium with a full set of steely claws.

Steely black claws.

They were not aware of it at first, but soon after Ialo had no choice to relieve the pressure of rage and magic that had been allowed to build up within his self, a third Entity joined the Dragon and the Human. It was black, and it was neither Human nor Beast. It could not be described as anything but Dark in every sense of the word. The thirsty edge of a sword, black with dried and flaking blood. Perhaps It would tip the Mind into a violent nosedive of self destruction.

Quickly, it seemed to be not so. The three sat in a circle, the Entity watching the two righteously fume over current events: the Dragon seemed to automatically wage war against anything that took away his Control, his Power, his Autonomy, his Treasures, etc. Likewise, the Human had an admirably passionate rage and fairly cunning plan to retrieve that which was stolen from the Dragon and in the usual Human fashion, whittle away whomever had the nerve to make a fool of him.

The Entity did not bother to point out to the two how closely they were related in the sins of wrath. Nor did he decided to enlighten anyone on how the Body, fueled by the collective rage, had seen fit to light their surroundings on fire.

Arzol swore mentally, knowing Night was right, about the Ancients, at least. But still...Well, it couldn't hurt. "Fine. We'll help you. But if we get to her first, she's dead...more dead." He said, frowning a bit, then shrugging. "But just so you know, as it is we're not even getting a magic trail from her. If she's out there, her soul's been stripped." He said, knowing that made his job that much harder.

Rather abruptly a figure bearing a bone-like mask on it's face appeared besides Kai. The height of the figure immediately gave the identity away as that of the fallen god.

"Noooo..." He seemed to hiss. "You are not to interfere with the half-breed, he will reach a consensus with himself before others will be allowed to judge his new found strength."

This new mask of his seemed almost ceremonial, and his flowing black cloak added to this effect. Streaking across the bleach white were intricate patterns of mostly red with some yellow. Unlike his other masks, this one consisted of two separate parts; the main consisting of the bulk of the mask covering the face, and the second in the shape of a lower jaw affixed to his chin. When he spoke, the bottom piece followed his jaw and created the eerie visage of a living skeleton.

"If anyone interferes with his decision, there will be horrid consequences for all."