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As the thirty men began to open fire Zen quickly shrouded himself in a barrier and took to the sky, he tossed a bladed boomerang down towards the men and a blade down at Skinner to try and break him away from Jack before Zen would be forced to flee the scene.

(( You need to learn to read things.

And think about things.

Until that happens, nothing will ever be resolved, will it? ))

Aiolos walked like hell back to HQ, a voice in his head said so. (( xp ))

1. Clarify. No where is it stated that this is a flash grenade.


1. The leg is moved because he wrapped his legs around Manuel's neck or something some sort of bizzare leglock.

2. The knives continue in an outwards direction. Because extreme force does not instantly redirect when you get punched in the face.

3. There is no possible way that they could stab even if they were to move in that direction. They simply can't reach without going around something, and the blades are pointed the wrong way.

4. I'm leaving now. Why? I have to pee. I've been sitting here for the last 8 hours without getting up, babysitting you people.

5. Learn to read. When I say a name in a post that only addresses two people, and it isn't your name, it's likely the name of the other person.

6. Because you keep saying the wrong name, you've thrown off every other person in this thread. Hell, look at Olive there?

7. I'm resisting the urge to repeat this scene with one of my own grenades.




IC:

Manuel punches Jackknife in the face. The knives go flying off in the direction Jack had been pusing them as soon as they are released. If Jack wants to turn them around and try something else, that'll take a little more time than 'instantly'.

The flash grenade goes off.

When people can see again, everyone went home.

...yeah, believe it or not it happened.

((I've been waiting for that for a hell of a long time now. Just to Clarify Two of those knives are from Sir Roxsohard, making them effortless to control with TK, therefore they could easily turn around quickly. As for the ones facing away, so they go foreward a foot or so before I send them back down, obviously you are no longer holding them as you are punching me. Frankly, "Everyone Goes Home" sounds hella good to me.))

Little did Kalis know that the great gods whom created this world and watched over it, cajoling, guiding, helping their mortal creations to their destinies, were having a great bickering amongst them. So did lightning fly and thunder crash, and great letters with the power to upsurp a reality were spent many over.

But one way or another, he would find that by the time he felt he might soon have these people in his sights, the forest had gone silent. No more sound of bullet, or flashbang, or quarreling of dieties were to be heard. Silence. It meant one of two things.

And life had always quite brutally shown Kalis not to take the better meaning, even if his outlook was softened by Rayner's remaining hope in all things turning to good in the ******** fists and jaw clenched tight. Then went slack with all the rest of ******** turned back around, still far from the people he didn't know were still alive. He picked up his limp arms and legs, and jogged, jogged all the way out of this damned forest of nothing and to the villiage again if he could help it. He had to go at least let his eyes see the children and women, and men whom were not in such carnage still lived there. Still breathed.

"Too ******** late..."

There it was, the outer area of the camp. In sight and like a beacon of home. Stiff, sore, and feeling worse then he had ever felt Quin was making progress. Though he suspected he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

Stumbling past the stumps he was in a daze.