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Dendrobrium attempted to insert him into the heart of clustered followers. He felt more protected knowing the ones with weapons surrounded him. He had taken the gear he needed for this assignment. Mainly lots of little bottles and bags for the specimens he gathered. He nervously checked, and rechecked, the collection tools he had carried along with him in a over the shoulder messenger bag. Upon the arrival of their destination, Dendro stood up on his tip toes to peer through the cluster of heads at their surroundings. Already his heart rate had picked up, though he wasn't positive if it was from fear or anticipation. His glowing aqua eyes lifted to peer at Tyche when the God first called out to the more then likely lurking enemies. Then he addressed them. Dendro's head bobbed, causing bound up hair to flip back and forth. "Yes Lord." He intoned with a respectful half bow. Dendrobrium dropped his gaze to the ground as he slipped his way to the edge of the group. He stopped though, and toed off his slippers before he actually began to collect samples. Dendrobrium's blue feet had small roots pressed to their bottoms. With his slippers off, he gently extended his roots so he could test the soil for potential mutations. At the same time he began to gently search the plant life for any odd signs of mutation.

Limax moved smoothly along the perimeter of the small group, his bulk flattening the grass and creating a for now harmless and slightly damp trail. He was alert and ready to revert his body to toxic the instant trouble should arise. He may have been late to the previous happenings on board the ship and even then not have much to contribute in the way of words (he was more conditioned for action than words anyway), but he was ready to protect his leader and the other followers with his life. Let them come and mistake his slow-associated form as weak; others had done so before and they had only found how dangerous a mistake they had made when they perished from either his natural toxic secretions or the business end of his weapon. His jaw was set, his hand steady; no harm would befall his kind on his watch!

While the decision to venture forth or remain on the ship had been no decision at all for his fellow follower, Pretinama had found himself utterly torn. He was no fighter and would not serve that purpose well, but neither would he be able to continue his quest to bring about peace if he remained inside the ship, hidden away. He had heard of these cursed and that they were generally not ones open to simply sitting down and coming to any sort of compromise, and the message had made it clear that they weren't interested in that. But he knew also that he was not adept at sample collecting; in his eyes, everything was special and unique; he would end up selecting one of everything and doubtless bringing back what his deity would not find useful to their cause.
His compromise had not been perfect, but it suited him well; he chose to remain vigilant outside of the ship, where he would not be in the way of the warriors. If anything, should he spot anything unusual with his single, large, focused eye, he would be able to get word quickly to the defenders still inside the ship's belly.

Requiem snarls at the Cursed attacking now and charges, firing at the Cursed's legs in an effort to immobilize him. His thoughts were that if they could capture one of the enemy, the scientists and their lord could do some more in-depth study of the Curse and how it was spread. When he got close enough, he then rears up and kicks at the Cursed with his front legs, attempting to knock the Cursed over.

Maleficar had faded into the shadows when their lord had thrown the Cursed over to them, making her way around behind him while Requiem fought with him. Rather than using the weapon she had taken, she dashes out of the shadows and swings her tail at the Cursed, hoping to help knock him off balance and immobilize him.

Athanios raised her tool and charged the cursed. No one attacks her god and fellow followers and gets a way with it.

Colin prepared for the arrival of what could come. He doubt much could get into the crash site, because he trusted in Tyche's defenses and his fellow followers abilities to protect Tyche, but you never know and should always be prepared.

Angus watched the whole senario unfold. He tensed at first, ready for the incoming foe, but was surprised as Tyche dangled the cursed in the next second. When he tossed him to the warriors as if a piece of meat to be eaten, he grinned, and floated in to take a swing at him with his blade, careful not to hit any of the others in the process.

Pollux drifted along, choosing to hover protectively around the researchers, his tentacles twitching as he watched his fellow followers take on the cursed. Tyche's reaction to the cursed's attempted ambush had been most impressive, aw inspiring almost. And the way his fellow followers were handling the cursed now was certainly applaudable. Well, if he had hands.

Drifting closer to the ruckus, Poll glanced at the weapon his tentacle arm was wrapped-more like stuck- around, a blade of some sort, he thought. When he had the chance, he smacked at the cursed in an experimental manner before drifting back to get out of others way.

(I know I didn't generate a number, sitting this game out xD)

Everything seemed to be moving so fast, but Blue was taking it in stride. She listened through her headphone, her gaze locked on the screen. If the cursed wished to attack, she was certain that they would fail. Even without the power that Tyche seemed to possess, from what she had seen, her fellow followers were not pushovers.

Where Blue was calm, Flicker was a nervous twittery mess. Beneath his backwards headphones, his glowing antennae twitched in time with his wings. His clawed toes taped out a beat on the floor in time with his fingers drumming on the glass jar. "Trouble, yes?"