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Alexi had forgotn one crusial thing...she was now FIVE

"OWWW-that was mean, jerks like you are why I HATE MEN-KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMM" She had shirted into a five year old mindset and was now throwing a tantrum "And thats what you get for hitting me" She started sobbing uncontrolably as the Women attacked with non shock spears as well this time.

Serrenedy was still sobbing as she pressed the button for the men as well "Jerk...so mean...rude...popypants"

Great gales rushed across the steep mountainside. Cold and harsh, it was an aerial desert, a barren spire of stone and lichen. A lone man scaled the impassable sides with unnatural grace, the sounds of chains and mail clinking and grating. With a loud grunt, he swung his hooked chain to the top of the mountain, and flung himself to the peak. He took in a deep breath, and sighed.
"Whew, what a climb!"
Kristoph directed his vision across the trail below him.
"..A battle? Woman! My brothers, I will not abandon you!"
Kristoph stood straight and tall, his golden mane flowing in the wind. He reared back, and let loose a roar that shook the ground around him.
For the Revolution!
He leaped off the hillside. A glittering gold blade flew from his right hand, impaling a woman in the throat. A grin on his face, he began to spin his chainblades in circles, becoming a deadly saw of glittering power.
"Come get me, ladies!"

Kristoph cut down a line of female warriors, their massive bodies falling to the ground in pieces. With a flick of each wrist, he reeled in his blades. He yelled into the fray.
"Comrades! The reinforcements will be arriving soon! I came ahead of the group!"
A woman lunged at him with a spear. He hacked off the point, and flicked a chain around her neck. He ripped off her head, throwing it back in to the mob of foes. He reeled in his chains again, this time with a glare.
"That was not fair fighting at all. You just have to be executed for your crimes. Krizt! Rahnk! Etrei nu ofvt narvzul graev ni! Execur!"
Runes appeared in glowing plasma on the sides of each blade. The blades began to emit black essence, while the blade itself glowed intense gold.
Kristoph began the reaping. The onslaught was nigh unstoppable. Each swing killed 3 at a time, some cut directly in half, some sheared vertically, and some simply exploding in flame and agony. Kristoph leaped high into the air, and summoned all of his strength into one throw. HIs blades blurred into gold lightning, and with contact with the ground, it instantly incinerated many. The women backed away.
Kristoph turned, wiping sweat from his brow. He waved to Jon and Erik, another smile on his face.
"Good day, gentlemen! Fine day for battle!"

Alexi leaped down beside the new guy.
"Grigor on his way?" He asked, swinging the Claymore in a violent furvor. His bloodlust had just experianced a fever pitch, and now looked like a good time to fight.

Her experement was done the man liped out-metal plateing in his head, a tripple blade on one arm and his electrosoear. He pinned Alexi between his tri sword and advaced spitting up blood "The queens weekness is in her age" He gasped out inside Alexi's ear before coughing up more mechnical peices and dieing

"Oh Drat-4 out of 5 allways die..." She pointed to another one that Erick and Jon had freed "Lets see if your luky five" Within moments the drill had started backup and his screams were heard

"Oh, look. An electroshock table! How quaint. Like seeing a spittoon, everything within a certain distance becomes old-timey." Jon brought his fist down on the table, smashing it to pieces. "You. I have heard much about you, Serrenedy. In fact, I believe you grandmother tried to kill me and came within an inch of succeeding." he flexed his fist, getting over the pain of punching through a table. Sure, given the circumstances, he could punch through so much more, but now wasn't the time. Punching through solid steel gave Jon a headache anyway. Erik, on the other hand, was making introductions to Kristoph. "The name is Erik, but you already know me as the Warrior of Vengeance. That over there, the one who just smashed through that unknown operating table, that's Jon. If you wanna know his history, be prepared to be told no. He doesn't hand out autobiographies, and no one really knows his past. Even i don't. Oh yes, by the way, please help me question the mental capacity of these women,"-Erik said that just loud enough for everyone to hear. "-Why do they not wear leg armor when they're on average 8 feet tall? That's just an invite to slash there legs out from under them. Like this." With a flick of his wrist, he chopped right through a random women's legs and stabbed her in the head on the way down- without even looking.