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Ryn watched the cyborg leave, floating in the air, his wings dripping blood as they flapped tiredly. Blinking slightly,he turned towards Kin, and said,"We do not need... To continue this madness...."

He crossed his arms, as he floated there, his eyes carefully watching for an attack, while blood continued to slowly trickle out from under the scales of his wings and chest.

((I don't remember, does a six count for a hit from the thing? I'm going to presume so for now.))

HP:37

Mark again could feel a pressure at the back of his mind. Something forcing him to think thoughts. Unfortunately for his opponent, he'd stepped into someone's mind, someone whose mind was much greater. In his imagination, Mark could feel things whirling, images of death and destruction. It didn't matter. It was like swatting at a fly.

Which was what it must have been like for the golem when it planted its fist in his stomach. Full on. Mark skidded back; his heel caught on a rock, and he flipped backwards, but before he could bite the dust, he ran some algorithms, whirled over, and landed on his feet again. He grinned slightly. He had blocked the blow. Granted, he'd hurt his arm a tiny bit, but he was fine otherwise. His shoulder began to slowly expand. Whatever it was, it clearly wasn't a familiar weapon, as its growth had begun extremely slowly. He didn't raise his arms, this time; he charged forward at the golem, smashing his right fist down on it with all the (vaguely superhuman) strength he had, while simultaneously spraying off a much greater concentration of more random fire towards Kin.

((First for rocky, second for Kin.))

HP: 23

Kin's eyes went wide as his control over his earth golemns finally loosened, and chuckled at the Draconian's feeble words, "Madness?" The energy blasts hit him, but he didn't seem to budge, his ghostly shadow standing in the midst of the explosion. He stopped laughing as he walked forth, rather silent for a while, and reverting back into his original form. His long dark coat wavered from the crushing wind that swooped down and cleared the dust. His hand was across his face, covering one eye, and leaving a bitter and lonely gaze with the other, his face, for the first in such a long period of time, grim, but only for a short while. His hollow aura began showing bloodlust once again, as he grinned. His hand let go of his face, revealing the more terrifying mismatch of an eye, that pierced straight to the cyborg's heart, seeking his fear, all the while growing sharp blades through his fingers that made a disturbing cracking sound as his hand grew more beastly. He merely laughed as he approached, dashing at a sudden incredible speed.

((First is for seeking the enemy's mind, while second is for the claw strike.))

The world froze around them when Sakeri began to stir. Amati looked behind him to see if an attack was coming, but it never did. The being had quickly preoccupied himself with another battle. He quickly dodged into the Pentagon and set her down on the stone cold floor.

Her eyes opened wearily to a hazy world, and she let out a pained moan. Every part of her body screamed out in pain as she began to move. Sakeri had never been as strong as Amati, and without his powers. She would've died instantly in that velocity. A weak smile overtook her as Amati's mortal form came into view.

"Hey," she whispered tiredly, reaching out a wolfish paw. He finally let out a sigh of relief and took her paw gently in his hand.

"How're you feeling?" he inquired quietly, leaning towards her. Shaking her head, Sakeri looked down in shame.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, a single tear rolling down her furred face. "I can't believe I'm so weak." Shock flooded the very core of his being, when she uttered those words.

"No," he said reassuringly, as he took her into his arms. "Don't you ever think like that." A peaceful look overcame her as she began to settle quietly in his arms.

"Enough," a cold voice echoed behind them. In an instant, Amati had drawn his sword and turned to face the voice. All he found was a boy with empty eyes, staring back at him. "Purifiers have no time for the weak." An angry snarl rose from Amati, as he readied his sword for an attack.

"No," Sakeri said quietly, as she struggled to stand. "You're right."

"Sake," he breathed desperately, turning toward her with complete anxiety. Her legs shook violently, but somehow she remained standing.

"Good," the boy stated cooly before going on to explain. "I've destroyed all the remaining evidence of this occurance, and set bombs throughout the entire building." Much to Amati's dismay, the boy crossed quickly toward them. Suddenly, as though it were completely timed, the build blew.

Ryn was floating his eyes closed, high above the Pentagon. He had finally given up on the fight, his injured body barely able to continue flying. Vaguely, he hoped that Izzy, and Nendir, were alright, but he knew even if they weren't he was in no position to help them. Turning, he opened his eyes, about to fly off, when the Pentagon exploded.

His eyes went wide, as he was swatted from the sky by the explosion, hitting the ground in a moaning heap almost a mile away. Shaking he slowly pushed himself up, his injured wings wrapping around his arms and chest.

Kin smirked as he was about to easily dodge the enemy's feasible dodge, when... 'Something's coming,' With a sharp nglare, he hesitated, letting the punch puncture into his head and hit nothing but a ghostly head, and made a swift retreat, just less than a second before the pentagon exploded. He covered himself with a force field, and looked around for Sakeri and Amati, his eyes opening wide out of shock not finding them anywhere. 'What?! Where are they? Have I been too preocupied as to lose sight of her?! No...' His upper body became languid, lowering itself freely and his arms swayed, his feet and legs opening wide for feasible support. His shook, somewhat malignant. "No..." Something, perhaps a distant memory, came flashing by his mind, and he snapped, "NO!!" He dashed at immense speed and force towards the cyborg, no, towards the thick powers of debris around him, ravaging everything in his path..

He used his senses utmost, and swiftly spotted two figures within the explosion with his clairvoyant eyes. He snatched the boy asnd the red furred wolf, warping out into somewhere, anywhere safe, and landed in the middle of a meadow, crashing into the soft grass. It was surrounded by several trees and under a clear blue sky. At the two that layed, he stood up and dusted himself off, relieved, and smiled sweetly, though his eyes didn't change their oh so negative aspects. As he sighed, something hit him in the head, and he quickly snatched it with his hand, watching it indifferently.

"Hey, bud! This is priavate property!" An lean old man with a 1940's cap came driving his small cubical car downhill towards them, and a younger more muscular man jogged behind him with a set of gold supplies on his shoulder, calling out, "Whoa-oah! Dad! Don't get all worked up now! It could just be another misunder-" The two paussed, frozen stiff, as Kin turned around and gazed at them, crushing the gold ball in his hands. The fear that he illuminated through his eyes and very pressence made them start to shudder, memories of their worst nightmares coming back to them. The old man clutched unto his chest, as he strived to breath, while the younder man fell unto his knees and began to cry. In a few seconds, they fell silent. He knelt over to the red wolf, "You okay?" His voice was that of a child, an insecure, lonely child, and at that moment, letting down his guard.

((The roll is for back in the pentagon, to Mark.))