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"Ah, pricks and their ability to sense mana," the magi-cripple Carlyle muttered under his breath, checking the safety on his rifle and loading a new clip. "Come on, let's follow that ******** and break some skulls," he suggested, letting the safetied rifle hang by a shoulder strap as he lit a cigarette and strode forward.

Too much stress... ugh. I swear, if everything else where he's from is as bulletproof as he is....


Ed Ridley slung his sheathed blade over his shoulder.

"We were ordered to follow the little b*****d, so we do, I suppose," he replied, walking forward. "If you're too cowardly to join in, well, no pressure. Nobody will judge you. Except anyone who dies. And anyone who goes."

Cassandra bit her lip, but he was right. Orders were orders. Others seemed to be getting the same idea, and Cassandra shook her head but moved to follow. "At least go first, huh?" Cassandra suggested, half-jokingly.

Tanto threw off his human disguise like a wet coat as he stepped up beside Yarah, hefting his massive sword as he grunted. "I'm with you, little one. At least you have more guts than most of our team."

Isaac, still terrified, had trouble moving himself forward. He hung at the back of the group, mind switching at lightspeed between going and staying.

Tanto exerted his demonic strength to crush the one in his hand, both within his iron grip and against the unforgiving wall. A stream of Chaos bolts would undoubtedly turn the barricade into a pile of ostrich eggs or tadpole eyes. He was ignorant of the power-armored opponent; he clearly felt it was the duty of his "comrades" to take care of that minor threat.

Isaac, in the meantime, sprang to Ridley's assistance, drawing his silver swords and whirring to augmented, Reality-enforcing readiness as he tried to flank the red Tyrgani imitator. Based on his extensive knowledge of how they worked, and by extension, how this imitation should work, he should be able to get behind it and disable it without killing the being within, which would be useful in getting information out of it.

"Cass! Please!" Ty whispered desperately, looking fervently at those surrounding him. The werefox tried to shush Cassandra as she began speaking, but the girl had no sense of discretion whatsoever, it seemed. He briefly considered slicing her lower jaw off to prevent her from talking, but thinking about how ugly that would be and how much blood would get on him stayed his hand.

And then it was out in the open, and... Ty uncovered his eyes, not having realized he had tried to hide his face behind his hands. He looked around. No one... cared? He was... the rest of his entire species was aligned with a faction that was out for both of these factions' blood and they were heading into unknown enemy territory, and no one cared? It wasn't that he was unappreciative of the colorblind view of humanity, but somewhere in the back of his head, he kind of wished someone understood the implications of what was going on.

And then there was Isaac. At least it hadn't been Isaac who had told everyone. At least there was that. Thank whatever is holy for that. But... apparently the Clockie didn't... care. It had been... possibly the greatest relief of the past year, for Ty to be able to tell someone that secret and not have the thusly informed person try to murder him, and now, this confidant didn't seem to have any interest in the potential ramifications of a large group of armed people learning a dangerous secret.

Maybe... maybe they just hadn't heard. That had to be it. So it was just Cass and Isaac, still. That was... that was really the only explanation that made any sense. "Try to... keep stuff like that down, if comes up again, 'kay?" he whispered, his grin fighting valiantly to stay up despite the sheen of sweat that had broken out on his forehead.

He broke away from her, then, threw a smile at Yarah, who had been staring, and followed after the others into the cave. Once there, he found his claws at the ready before remembering to put them on - he must have still been nervous. He took in the situation - Isaac and Ridley were focusing on the power armor and seemed to have it covered. That meant the barrier that was being bombarded was really the only other target.

"Hey, demon-dude. Gimme some cover; I can get in close and take those guys out." Hoping for appropriate cover fire, Ty dashed towards the two red coats, keeping low to the ground as he ran, and slashed at the throat of first one he reached.

Tanto's hand crushed the man like an insect between the merciless fingers of a curious child, a pale mucus-like ichor with a smell like rotting corpses emerging from the burst body.

Isaac and Ridley caught the armored suit between them, but it surprised them with its speed; however, Isaac caught its shoulder joint, the left arm going limp as it dodged, collapsing on the arm it could no longer roll on before jumping to its feet again. A pair of tiny turrets linked to wires from the depths of the suit emerged from shoulder hatches and began firing mana bolts. Isaac, naturally, had little to worry about from this, but Ridley was forced to either take cover behind Isaac's REF or dodge.

The barriers of the red-suited gunners turned into a fluorescent green chicken and a barrel of soup. Ichor sprayed from several holes in the torso of the rear gunner and a gash across the neck of the closer one as Carlyle and Ty struck with deadly efficiency.

But the gunners didn't stop. The ichor began to seal over the wounds, hardening into a grayish crust as they turned on Ty, drawing knives.

Ty almost barked with glee as he opened up his victim, the putrid stench of the ichor at once disgusting by its smell and somewhat aromatic by its indication of victory.

But then the gunners didn't die.

Hearing Tanto lumbering forth, the boy began backing away, eyes wide, not quite trusting the reckless way the demon was holding his sword, then dropped into a backwards roll to avoid losing his head. "Nice one!" he cheered, then glanced quickly back at Tanto's earlier victim to make sure it hadn't somehow gotten back up, and to dash back there and finish the job if it had. He also eyed the barrel of soup and the chicken somewhat hungrily. He tried to get Tanto's attention. "You gonna eat those?"