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And with sidestepping whatever opposition there may be, Descant and Sir Knightly entered upon Arena grounds. She took a moment to think about what could be inside... some good art, surely. Probably nothing she'd want personally, but good to look at if it wasn't already burned or broken. Then she looked up, musing about the visible magic of emerald hue.

"Five... Five. The LastHope will be showing up soon enough. I'll leave beating them to you. See about saving blood samples for experiments, but keep yourself safe."

Opposition was crushed. She could enter the front door, and she'd do just that with hands cupped to her mouth. As loud as possible- and given her abilities, that'd be pretty loud- she called like a mother beckoning children home for supper. "FIVE!"

The kid smiled and waved at the yelling lady, sitting up in the stands and all, where civilians should not have been.

When she got close, he'd hand her a note.

There was information pertaining to how to deal with the armed forces garrisoned at the arena, the surprise attack from behind their front lines, unleashing the golems, and setting the hunters to strike quickly through the chaos it would cause. But since that was already dealt with more easily than expected, it could be skipped down to the next part. The part about when most of the city was under control and establishing an occupation.

In the case that the civilians have surrendered, they were to be divided up and placed into seperate buildings under watch for holding until the city was completely under control.

The prisoners would be moderately restrained, as like those of prisoners of war. An attempt to escape by any one individual will result in the immediate execution of a different prisoner. A successful escape will result in the immediate execution of ten prisoners. Any escapees are subject to immediate termination and/or execution upon capture.

Moves made by outside forces to free captives is subject to the execution of all captives involved.

So long as captives are complient, they will be left alone in peace until occupation has been established.

This information of course, was already knowledge to the drow forces which had burst from the underground. As much as the drow disliked the notion of actually letting the humans live, that were their orders, unless of course, they were met with resistance. Though of course, the statements would have to be made for the civilian population to sit around and wait for the end without putting themselves or others in danger.

Of course, there would be those asses who cared only for themselves, and would attempt to run anyway and cause others their lives. Oh well, only serves as an example for others.

The drow of course, were already moving out, splitting up to usher and watch over large groups of civilians in large buildings such as malls or commercial offices, because splitting into a seventy groups of two is lame and retarded, easily done as they had previously been ordered to seek shelter lest they be feed for the roaming zombies in the streets. Of course, there were those which remained at the arena, and a two groups of twenty which would begin scouring the rest of the city for resistance, entering the town square as a group of forty, and splitting up to the east and west to begin their sweep.

The information in the note was given to Descant so that it could be relayed to all the other members of the invading force.

"Hell no! I'm getting out of here before those things come out." The boy got up and made his way to the hole in the arena ground. He saw what they were going to do, and he sure as hell didnt want to be caught close to that s**t. He was human, not some sort of super person that never takes damage or can absorb everything with no ill effect.

As Rain climbed up the side of the cab of the MAC truck, he would pause to give Brown a moment to look into his eyes, after his explanation of what this vehicle was capable of.

"Thank you, Joseph. I'm glad we have you to support us." was all he would say, giving him a friendly smile, before climbing into the driver's seat. He would buckle up, because he knew, deep down, he would need it. He leaned out the window, checking up on everyone in his newfound party.

Once everyone was aboard (as per the sounds of metal giving way to footsteps above suggested), he would give the engine a rev or two to signal he was about to move. Grabbing ahold of the shift, he would clear his throat, before bellowing out a single shout.

"TO WAR!" With that, he would press on the gas (slowly) to gradually pick up speed, and the MAC truck rolled out. Having just come in from the east gate, it would be pointing west, so it seemed like a good direction to start.

Heading from the East Gate, the Truck and Co. group began their trek towards the Town Square, in search of anything moving. If it was screaming in terror or begging for help, he would intend to slow to a stop and let them aboard; otherwise, it was getting run the hell over! mad

What awaited the heroes in the town square was just a huge pile of bones - a pile which suddenly came to life as soon as they entered the town square. Once more taking a serpentine shape with a huge skull of some fanged beast for a head, the Boneyard would attack them immediately, its bony jaws snapping at those riding atop the truck's trailer. Even if it missed catching anyone in its jaws, they would all then get pelted with the surging mass of bones that made up its form, as it twisted around for another attack - assuming the driver of the truck doesn't come to a screeching halt instead of driving right through the thing.

Meanwhile, aboard the Vengeance, hovering over Barton, Captain Krik had been watching the group of heroes banding together, talking of taking back the city, and then riding the truck into the heart of Barton like a giant, loud chariot. He could have easily made the order to fire upon them, but their weaponry was too powerful for such a small target, and the city was supposed to remained mostly intact. There were still enough forces on the ground to deal with them, so deploying the Reapers wasn't necessary yet, though they were put on standby.

"Alert the high priest that they have some company coming," Captain Krik ordered.

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Yes, we are aware of that, Alex replied telepathically to the message sent to him from the Vengeance. Tell the captain to remain on standby until I give the order. Until then, take care of any resistance that comes from the air.

The white of his eye cut through the dark of the night like a knife digging a whole in a curtain.

The swirl of un-life coursing through those wicked bones. Clean bones come from years of decay, for a pile to be laying so peacefully there, there was obviously more to it.



He shouted, as the beast arose. He could still feel the crick and the ache in his bones, but now was certainly not the time to be weak. Now was the time to be strong...

There was a squeak as a leather grip draped around the obsidian hilt of his sword. His shadow was almost instantly lapped up by his right arm coating the whole arm in black. Again the tendrils rose, like abyssal arms overtake the cursed limb, with an impossibly black armor, sheening in the shade. It was night...night was home to the darkness.

And the darkness was home to Maximos.

Violet sparks, jumped from his right arm, as the metal talons of his digits dug into the hilt of the sword. Bathed in black the blade almost seemed to glimmer. A single sheen rising up the blade, the sword wanted to cut. To slice. To rend in pieces. In its soul, it burned to be bathed in an opponent, and over the years it had become very, very good at its purpose.

His opponent, his target, this wiry bony snake charged directly for him. His feet finding a hold on the edge of the semi's carriage. On foot resting on the flat, while the other rested on its vertical wall. And he would meet it, here on this field of battle. This iron chariot.

The Boneyards gaping jaws spread wide, ready to chew and crunch, and devour. Just by sight anyone could tell it would easily be able to rend through flesh and chew through boned, it was formidable, it was vicious. And before it could get to either Cris or Grace, it would need to go through him. Both hands rested on the hilt of the sword, and lifted it up above his head.

The sword felt right, it welcomed him. After all, before fists and feet, before anything else Maximos was a swordsman. It was like his youth, like the days of old, facing impossible odds with nothing but ones strength and ones blade. He could fear his fathers voice echo in his head.



His teeth gritted. He could smell the rot on the creatures freakish bones.



His feet stirred in his boots. His hands tightened his grip around the sword.



His right eye pulsed, a black haze slowly wafted upwards from his right arm.



A smile formed across his face. Burning filled his bones, his arms, his shoulders. Age and wear. And yet through all that, strength. Strength to face the gaping monstrosity that flew directly for him, directly in front of him.



The words echoed through his mind, and he obeyed. He brought the blade down with every bit of strength his body could muster. In a normal circumstance such a large creature pitted against a small man, would simply send the man flying. But with his iron chariot beneath him, and his feet so firmly locked he would not be stopped. The sound of metal bending and bucking beneath his feet filled the air as he brought the sword straight down.

You...

A single word, echoed through the black. His entire body screamed as it was forcibly dragged along a bed of glass to the limits of his body. His bones wanted to break apart like splinters, his muscles to pop loose like taught rubber bands. But he held through, and he would continue to hold, against seemingly impossible odds until his sword exited its tail. The sheer force of the blow casting bones and debris in either direction, saving the passengers and the truck itself from any harm, other than a few liberated bones tossing to either side. The bones would roar past him, a few flipping lose, ripping and tearing at his flesh with incredible speeds as they were tossed aside, or rend it twain. Yet through the mess of bone and carnage he remained firm, his eyes locked on his sword, he had every faith in it, and as long as he did it would not fail him. He was a boulder in the middle of an incredibly powerful river.

"I'm sure I'll be safe when I'm out of this place." The boy said quickly before he climbed down into the hole and made his way through the underground and out of the city. Fast.

Because then the golems came out. Four of them. The bloodworks was where the army struck out of not only because of the numbers that could be produced all at once in a single strike, but also because the large underground area of the bloodworks was large enough to house the war machines before the strike.

Meanwhile, at the town square...

Them heroes must have forgot about the group of twenty drow at the town square as well, the other twenty in that forty of course, headed west, as were their orders, to begin flushing out resistance in other parts of the city, leaving the twenty remaining to do their job and take the east side.

And so, the group of twenty at the town square would have formed two lines of ten, guarding the street as they watched the truck and biker(? Not sure if the motorcyclist is following or was just lagging behind on purpose) come roaring into the square at ramming speed to run down the occupants as they were met by the boneyard upon entry from a distance back, thrity feet or so, give or take.

Eight of the drow in the back row began casting at that moment just when s**t started to go down. Four of casters would braid together wall of stone spells, erecting it directly behind the boneyard, as the wall cannot be created in a location already occupied. At the same time, two of the casters would be braiding together stone shape spells against the wall which was to be erected. The last two casters braided together a prismatic wall spell directly in front of their front line. The remaining twelve drow that made up the front line of ten and two flankers of the casters in the back, took a defensive position to defend the casters while they were casting their spells, in the case of gunfire and ranged attack to disrupt them, though that was unlikely with the boneyard in the way of the truck. ((This of course, depends on the motorcyclist who may or may not have a clear view of the drow since its not screened by the bone monster. This section may be slightly altered to provide a defensive/counterstrike action against such attack if it happens.))






((Note that the teleporting to a different plane effect of the violet color will not happen with the dimensional lock in place.))

And right on time, the two walls sprung to life just as the boneyard would be split in twain.

The wall of stone of course, would appear directly in front of the truck as it drove through the boneyard. However, it was not just a stone wall to stop the truck moving at whatever speed it was moving at to perform a single swing of the sword and cut through the entire length of the beast at once. The wall was little like that of an actual wall, but rather more along the lines of several thick spears of stone planted against the ground jutting forward, like pikes set to recieve a cavalry charge, braced against the ground to provide maximum resistance, placed low, in order to affect the vehicles center of mass and stop it best. The wall of stone spell was simply generation of enough stone to shape into the spikes, and the stone shape spell was what made the spikes rather than a plain surface. This of course, meant that both spells were further vraided together into one.

Hopefully, them boys in the vehicle would have remembered to buckle their seatbelts, because ramming straight into some thick stone spikes coming out of the ground is sure to impale the truck or crush its front unless it had the mass like that of a tank, leaving its forward momentum and inertia to be transferred to its passengers to fly through the air or out the windshield or something... and straight into the fruity rainbow prismatic wall which appeared just as the wall of stone spikes would. Hell, depending on the speed, weight, and center of gravity of the vehicle, it may even flip over and go flying as well.

The prismatic wall, appearing just in front of the drow lines would little blind the drow, they having already prepared for it, however, for those who just cleared the boneyard would be struck with the blinding epileptic hippy wall and the stone wall at the same time, like a surprise. Not the fun kind.

The drow of course, would retreat five feet back from the prismatic wall once erected, not willing to stay close enough to it so that it would damage their own forces. Because they didnt have some sort of super immunity or godly manipulation power to s**t like that.