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"Dat shud du it, meeb wuud loike ter see dem gits git thruu this mez."

Rock Jaw had chopped down trees onto the path from a long way along it using his claw, making it almost impossible for anyone to be able travel using it. If someone going down the path wanted to get by fast, they would have to stray off the path to go around the fallen trees for quite some time before the path was clear again.

"Nows meeb jus' godda 'ide an wait fer dim."

Rock Jaw finished the last tree and went into the foliage of the woods, making his way to where the first tree was taken down by his Bigga Klaw. He would wait off to the side of the path a bit so to mask his presence from the group till it was appropriate to attack them.

((Minron, Marquis would probably be around level 8. I don't really have any ideas on how many levels there will be. If you want to make a boss for level 5, be my guest.))

"O.K., then..." Andy said unsteadily as he started to walk towards the forest. He tried to look calm, but his cold, black eyes were searching frantically for enemies that could be hiding in the trees. Suddenly, he saw movement in the trees, and he gave a start. Fingering his sword sheath, he tried to see what it was. A cute little brown squirrel scampered up a tree and stared at him, as if mocking him. He sighed and kept on walking, hoping that the others didn't notice his blunder. Look at me, he thought. The great and mighty ethereal demon who is spooked by small rodents.

As Andy approached the edge of the forest, he noticed that many of the trees were knocked down. "What happened here?" He muttered. "Are we in drunken lumberjack territory?" Suddenly, he heard the sound of a high-tech machine, humming quietly but powerfully, and approaching fast. As the machine noise faded away, its user appeared between the trees, skidding to a halt. Chris' space-age speed suit looked terribly out of place in a fantasy forest, and the fierce light in his eyes told Andy that he was a fighter. The 'spaceman' shouted a curse, and Andy took an involuntary step back. Steeling himself, he quickly brandished his katana and assumed a battle stance as he addressed Chris. "You there!" He rasped. "Are you an enemy or friend?" Noticing the weaponry on Chris' suit, Andy fervently hoped that the latter was true.

Rock Jaw was too far away from the group to listen to what they were saying, but he know they were being cautious about the falling trees since they stopped moving. Rock Jaw stopped clinging to the tree he had set up on and got down, unlatching his Meta Shoota from his back. This was basically a big cannon that was able to be wielded by an Orc with ease, yet cause devastation unlike most other hand held weaponry.

"They know me'm 'ere, meeb must be more careful if ter be abul ter snag any loot at awl. Me'll jus' keep dim on their toes an fire a few shots o' meeb Meta Shoota."

Taking aim towards the smell of dirt and corruption; meaning the smell of worms and demon, Rock Jaw fired one shot towards that direction. He hoped the wind would through off where he thought the smell was coming from of mess with his gun’s projectory. The shot was large for hand held standards and went through wood and bark of the trees. Armor was different, especially if it was more focused on blocking blunt attacks.

((EDIT: Ah, in that case Alexander is probably ranked 6-8 and Marquis is about 9-11. Rock Jaw isn't really a Reaper, so he doesn't have a rank.))

Ixpath was caught unawares by the giant metal slug flying through the air. It smashed straight through the worm-chest, not causing any visible damage as the worms reformed, but when they were finished, an arm seemed to be missing. "Danm. And for some reason, there aren't any worms to help with my regeneration." Just then, he noticed that the worms at the center had burst into flame. No eyes cause very little expression, but the exclamation that followed probably explains it. "Sweet lady jesus, i'm on FIRE! Put it out, put it out!" The worms that were aflame burst off of him, and dissapeared into the ground, only to come out again to reform the body. "Mess with me, will ya ork? Die! RETH!" A blast of fire jettisoned from the ground in the general direction the shot had come from, the trees igniting in an instant, the beauty of flame hitting the eyes first.

((Note; I expect Rock Jaw to escape this. He probably has dealt with magic before.))

Aansalath looked in on the beginning battle with boredom. He was really hoping getting himself into this would bring a little excitement to his eternal life. He looked at the party members individually. There was a worm creature unlike he'd ever seen. A healer, of an elfin race. A samurai, a half giant, and others that he really could care less for. He did find particular interest in the healer. He thought to himself She is rather attractive....she would make a marvalous meal for this one. He debated going into the mix and acting as one of their own...or waiting for the GM's orders. At this point, that was a hard thing to do for him.

For now, he simply stood there, ebony cane in hand. A wine velvet coat on with a loose cream shirt underneath. He had on his normal lace collar, and today his sleeves had a fringe of lace on them. He wore black slacks, and his normal black dress shoes. He also had on his normal top hat, black and plain. He seemed to have no weapons on him, not that he needed any. His eyes today were a darker shade of red, he knew that he must feed soon, or he would be unable to control himself. He rolled his eyes as the worm caught on fire and began to yell. Alas that he hadn't seen any other beautiful young women...ones that he could feed from. For now, he may have to stick with animals. He shuddered from the thought of drinking from those dirty, watered-down inferior beings. His mouth seemed to go all of a sudden dry, just from the thought. Yes, he would have to feed well soon.

Chris leaped at a nearby tree and kicked off, using his wings to propel him over the trees. The drone was waiting on the other side, and soon the chase was back on.
"Where's that damn door?" He muttered.