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Gammu shrugged his armoured frame as he scanned the red copy of him. Looking at Gamma he shook his head as a short burst of laughter broke through static over the speaker grill. Barking in his chopy Gaian, "What is it with every two bit terror thinking they can destroy the world?" Switching over to his own language, "Though we will have to destroy him to eradicate the taint he has cast upon us. We are the Gammas Two-kay and Four-kay." Placing his shotgun back on its rack he lifted his right arm and the 40mm gauss cannon leveled itself into his hand. A round slid into position and he was ready.

Laying there on the cold ground, yellowed eyes were barely open even as the voice drifted down.

His breathing was heavy, even as he lay there atop the centaur.

Dead... dead and I...

The cold sweat still covered his body, drops of sweat running down his cheek. He could barely feel anything in his left arm.. the shoulder probaly dislocated.

At least he hoped.

His blood had stopped bleeding ever since his little 'flight' across Durem, the heat having burnt the open wounds shut by force. Just more scars for that worn out body.

...Couldn't even... do anything...!

His right hand shut, the arm trembling visibly, even as his head lifted off the ground. With immense effort and seemingly endless willpower, he stared forward, watching as the pillars of light focused into eight bodies.

Only to have them vanish before his eyes.

Into that single man.

"---Ngh!"

The light washed over everything, but he continued staring on, only to shut his eyes at the last possible moment, before becoming engulfed as well.

"AAAAAAAUGRRRH!!!"

There was a wrenching sound as something wet hit the floor, even as he pushed off the ground with his single arm.

"I am..."

Yellowed eyes flared out, even as he got to both feet, muscles standing out and tensing all over his bare upper chest. Steam seemed to simply roll off his skin, his chest heaving and falling.

Sun....

"...not done."

Standing there, he gripped his left shoulder tightly, nails digging in and causing new rivets of blood to run down the flesh. With a pop, he forced the shoulder back into place, pants escaping his body.

Well, things had turned out shitty, but Nascen had been right it seemed. If only he had managed to break the game, but it was a tad late for regrets.

Nascen sighed, easing the katar's back onto his hands and tightening the straps again, and checking his belt. All his ammo was ready. Well, it did look like things were back to the point again. Save the world and all that jazz. He spared a sympathetic look for the people effected by the events here, including Miss Isihos, but he only made two stops as he went to leave and see what he could do.

Nascen stopped by Vahn Kyonuske, reaching a hand into his jacket and pulling out the box of cigarettes he'd left in the firebrand back before the chaos had begun.

"You look like you could use a smoke before we get on with this."

With a grim smile, he tossed the small container to Vahn, tucking one hand into a pants pocket. "I've got a med kit if you want me to look after all that or leave it for you to do the same yourself. But I doubt you'd care for that, and we are short on time. Don't be afraid to ask though."

"Mr. Allen." Nascen said, walking away from Vahn, toward his employer- if the man still was, anyway. "It looks like there's more hunting to do. You need any medical care before we head off? It's all field stuff I've got with me, but it's better than nothing."

An idea struck Irzael as he stood, looking at his map. A few uttered words and the wind was off to find his roc.

Moments later the great bird flew from the sky and landed next to him, "You called, master?"

"Yes, I want you to make a quick tour through the skies around us and tell me if you see anything unusual," Irzael commanded with authority. He wanted Geylkre, the roc, to know the situation was grave.

"Yes, master..." The bird bounded up into the sky and with a great flap of its wings, was flying quickly through Gaia.

Rafe had by this point already walked over towards Owle, standing there, simply watching her. She remained slightly hysterical as she wept in Rage and Flare's arms. There was nothing he could do either and his fists were clenched

He then turned to Kit, responding to his question. "Someone has gone mad. He needs to be stopped."

"Great, I need something to do." Kit murmered, smiling.

He saw Athan, so this is where he was all this time! It was nice to see a familar face again. So what was all that he said about teaming up? From what he got for a moment, there was some b*****d making people mad.

Edit:
"Count me in!" Kit said walking up closer, seeing if Athan would recgonize him.

Masuyu sighed heavily into his helmet, still wearing it from the battle earlier. Through the tinted lexan visor, he scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces, feeling slightly useasy with the idea of being crowded in a room full of people who could consider him an enemy. He was bound to stand out, dressed in his glossy black armor and helmet, but slowly moved through the crowd, avoiding any bumping and potential accidents.

Whispering into his comm, "Does anyone have an idea of what's going on now, or am I not alone in my confusion?" Unable to find any of his comrades, he decided to move to the wall and watch from a distance. He leaned gently against a wall, the plates of his cuirass loosening a few peebles from the stone as they rubbed.

Staring down at the floor, he eyed the centaur. Beads of sweat continued to roll off his body, even as he stared at the once lively creature.

What the ******** could still hear it's voice, panicked and confused.

What the...

It was hard to believe the events of the past week. He was running on barely fumes, having gotten no sleep aside from that night at the beach.

"......"

His knees gave in, even as he fell to the ground. His head was spinning, his vision blurring. He'd lost too much blood, to really be moving at all right now.

Come on dammit!

His right hand closed around the Centaur's ******** let go with another anguished cry, tossing his head to the side.

Something clattered along the floor, causing him to spot it from the corner of his eye.

Two vials, with what looked to be milk inside of them.

"....?"

You... have no need for these, don't you? Where ever you...are...

His right hand reached down and grasped one, before pulling the cork out with his teeth. He all but threw it's contents into his mouth, giving the deceased beast a farewell send off.

"..Tastes... like milk..."

His whole body seemed to still, before convulsing and shaking, his stomach feeling like it was going to vomit the stuff right back up.

"CAFF-- CAFF!!"

He coughed aloud, even as he felt the strain on his body recide. His wounds were still there, but his body didn't seemed to be suffering any longer.

In fact he felt anything but pain at the moment.

"Alex..."

He groaned aloud, even as he staggered back up to both feet.

Locks of raven black hair moved as he stood back up on both feet. His right hand was gripping his sheathed rapier, he paid no attention to anyone else, still catching his breath.

He stared at the box of cigarettes, before stepping on them with his left greave.

"I really gotta quit one of these days."

Milky Vial taken from Centaur

He would have about six hours of superhuman stamina, which would be useful, since he had hardly slept in days. When it wore off... well, he didn't want to think about what would happen to him when it wore off.