@Stephanie Dola @Angel of Light @Wraithblade6 @Snarfulblast @kishin asura @thewizardguy

King, seeing his foe before him, the Herald of War, a samurai of great power, was ignorant of the true abilities of the Herald. "...Boy, turn back. My fight isn't with you, it's with the wacko that tried to kill me earlier. If you want, we can fight after..." King says, hoping that the Herald would respect this. The Herald, however, could sense another foe, one far stronger than King, arriving the way the hydra had come....
A roman ship rows across the turbulent waters, its sails torn to shreds by the horrific winds created by the hydra, and the man controlling the power of storms. However, the swipe of the oars in the the water seemed to be done with such strength, the ship forces its way forwards. One man manned this ship, at all stations. Bishamonten, the legendary warrior, came to take his fight to the dragon emperor, having sensed the awakening of the great Hydra. He was, normally, on route to home after raiding a supply ship of the enemy..however, after seeing a viking ship fly though the air, and in the distance, a giant hydra arise, he felt like he needed to follow this. His many copies rowed, moving quickly, but still, he lagged behind...but now, he arrives, ready for war. Ham quickly fuses back into a single being, before leaping from his ship, and swimming to the shore.
"Fear for your lives, cowards, for today the Dragon Emperor's head will be severed from his neck!" Ham roars out, his voice cutting though the chaos like a knife. "Cry havoc, and let lose the dogs of war, for today, they will feast on the corpses of my enemies!"

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Rick was not doing well. Not at all. The crime lord was only a man, and his hand being crushed, and the vacuum created by the nightmare rapidly accelerated his blood loss. He began to crawl towards the portal opened, unable to stand due to the amount of blood he's lost, and the pain he's in. "D-d-damn...this is real..huh?...hehehe. I gotta admit, never expected to die like this.." He chuckles under his breath, feeling as though, he'll die here. However, the Nightmare James may find a more pressing foe, as Gundaz, having spoke to Darkwing duck, and noticed the carnage being wrought near by, had decided to come and play.
"Oi, mutant......I think you're next to be on the B-ba-Que." Gundaz calls out to his foe, looking like a nightmare himself. A butcher, with a sack over his head, his eye holes revealing blood shot eyes of a madman...and in his soul, a hunger that never ceases.
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Lucien got the message, and quickly turns, rushing over to the down Colonel, and grabbing him. Pressing a finger to his ear, Lucien, using a coms device, sends out a distress signal to the fleet.
"Our ride will be here in 5 minutes, I-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A blood curdling scream arises from the crashed transport, as Mithias impaled a clone troop in his blade. The smell of blood, and a tinge of gore fills the small area of the transport ship's hull. However, before Mithias can truly commence his slaughter, Lucien drops the Colonel, and rushes into the ship, his body moving as fast as he can muster, the feeling of tiredness and strain gone from him. He bursts though the opening he had cut into the ship, and tries to tackle the vampire, acting like a human cannon ball.

What happens now, is up to those present...

Rex looks behind him to see the few clones that where attending him get cut to shreds by the Vampire.He turns back to face Asura,"I'll ask again scarfy why are you here, or do you not know?"

@Snarfulblast

"I honestly have no clue whatsoever, but it's better here than the place I just came from." Asura explains with a sigh

@kishin asura"Yeah wouldn't doubt it. The Chaos Realm is a rather shit place." Rex looks a little bit better than before but he still looks and feels like crap.

@ShadowVentus
"...My name, is Diamond. I lack a last name. Never was given one. You, you attacked those soldiers without fear..you are not from around here, are you?" Diamond asks, quite surprised. The priestess shifts her stance slightly, as if not sure what stance to take when addressing the strange man before her. "...strange...he's odd. A darkness is in him...but he doesn't seem evil..."
"Yea..he's to soft. I say, kill'em. He may be a bleeding heart.
"Shut up, I don't listen to you...."
"Not yet~"
Then, oddly, the Priestess punches herself in the face, hard enough to bust her lip open. "...Sorry, had to shut someone up..." She says, after the apparently random action.

@supertinyking
"No need to apologize. I know the feeling. As for those soldiers, were they really something to fear? Compared to others that I've lead myself and have faced against, they were nothing." He critiques the men as if that were just a training exercise he had given them and they had failed horribly. The fact that Diamond wasn't alone in her mind simply left him unsure of whether to pity her or offer some form of advice to her. There's certainly been more than a few occasions where he had been tempted by Grima's urges to rip apart everything his path.

@Stephanie Dola@Angel of Light@Wraithblade6@Snarfulblast@kishin asura@thewizardguy@supertinyking@ShadowVentus

She looked to all her fellow members of the clone rebellion and she gulps "Why are we fighting?... Also why have I not been informed about the fight?!"

Tears begin to run down her face as she wanders looking for someone. Sylphs are wind elementals but she wasnt like all the rest of her kind, she was unable to do anything with wind, she might as well have been born human. She notices someone drop there grenade launcher and pick up a guided missile launcher. She slowly approaches before she falls over with a loud bang watching the guided missile being shot.

@supertinyking
The Herald spends a moment longer looking King over. Then, it's like he decides the diminutive foe isn't worth the effort, and he jump down from the walls. He lands with surprising grace, as the force of impact shatters the tiles beneath his feet. He then stands without much effort, as if the fall had been a short one. He knew that the other Dragon Guard would be too busy dealing with Yamato no Orochi to pay much attention to the newly arrived warrior, but his shouting clearly marked him as a threat to the emperor. The Herald sprinted across the muddy shore, before arriving at Ham's location.

Ham would find himself faced by the strange samurai, whom he might recognize as a member of the Dragon Guard. The samurai looked over his opponent, his helmet moving slightly. Then, as if coming to a conclusion, he raised three fingers in the air. Of course, Ham would have no idea what this signal meant, but his understanding was hardly necessary. The terms were set. The Herald raised a hand and made a beckoning motion, even as he moved into a generic martial arts stance, not dedicated to any particular style. Once more he refused to draw the two katana on his back, for some unknown reason.

@Lady Athena@supertinyking@Stephanie Dola@Angel of Light
Grenades flowed around the Terminator, his Iron Halo deflecting the attacks. The explosions beside him weren't nearly close enough to cause any real damage, failing even to scratch the paint on his armour. Another person might have taken a moment to question how the paint on Space Marine armour is so sturdy, but Valentus was completely devoted to this attack. He had to eliminate what he perceived to be the greatest threat, his arcane senses having told him something of the immense power Lina was capable of unleashing. A volley of explosives rained down around him, but once more his defences proved more than enough to endure the attack. The terminator was momentarily confused, however, as the rain of explosives was exchanged for the more standard variation. He could clearly sense that this was the result of the spell, and yet it seemed useless to him. His deflection field caused the rain to flow around him, but he could tell that it wasn't acidic, and a poisonous rain would have been useless against him.

His questions were cut short, however, when the mutant pulled out what appeared to be a missile launcher, firing a guided missile in his direction. Even if it had been unguided, the bulk of the Terminator Armour and the relatively short range made it impossible to dodge. And yet this missile looked like it might be able to deal damage to his armour. It would certainly pierce the field formed by the Iron Halo. He quickly calculated it's course in the second it took for the explosive to reach him. Then he acted. Even as it came close enough to form a threat he swung with his Daemonhammer, the weapon crushing the missile from the side. Anything other than a direct hit was useless against Terminator Armour, and the Daemonhammer itself was nigh-indestructible due to it's nature.

However, this meant the mutant possessed weapons capable of harming his armour. He severely doubted the missile would have caused major damage, but any weakening of his armour might make further attacks more effective. After he had dealt with the mage he would need to eliminate the mutant quickly, although it's apparent teleportating ability made it quite likely it would escape.

Raising the hand with his Storm Bolter, the Palading unleashed a volley of rounds at the pair, even as he closed the distance. The explosive rounds destroyed anything they touched, ripping large holes in the ground where they hit, leaving little steaming craters. But he was careful not to fire at the apparent human who had approached the scene. Whilst he was not sure where the human's loyalties lay, he could sense no power from her. This made it unlikely that she was corrupted by the Warp.

@supertinyking

When it became apparent that their lasers weren't working and the assassin was taking apart any clone within reach of his blades, the few remaining had reached the same conclusion, run. Mithias was going to let them go, but just as everyone's backs were turned did one man out of the blue burst through the cut-open side of the ship in a crazy unarmed rush.

Mithias was cold, heartless, and very pessimistic about his welcome in any world he travelled to. This might have been the chaos ream and just another bloody unicorn to kill. He side stepped the charging human figure with his vampire's speed and slashed across Lucian's chest as he passed by him in a painful, punishing strike that wouldn't kill him, but would leave him severely wounded. As if that wasn't enough, Mithias spun in the opposite direction and slashed the left blade across Lucian's back as he went down, beating him down to the ground with the sharp edge. Eyes red, Mithias stepped around Lucian, seeing if he was still alive enough to speak. It was pretty clear Mithias had teleported into a war zone. He may as well figure out what the hell was going on. "Warrior." He began. "Who are you?"

@Snarfulblast

"Tell me about it." Asura sighs

@Wraithblade6
Lucien was on the ground, two long, but shallow cuts in him, the pain being only minute compared to the rage he felt, seeing so many of his men slaughtered before him. Slowly, he stands, seeming quite angry. Extremely angry.
"I should ask you, the same thing. Who the hell are you, and what gave you the right to kill these people? With no remorse, not even a word....How dare you?!" Lucien roars, obviously extremely angry.
When he, himself had to lead his fellows into battle, he tried his damnest to get everyone back in one piece. Even this mission, it was conducted to help Lina, who the rebellion had noticed was being tailed by the Dominion. He suggested it, and now, because of it, people he knew were dead. People with families, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, all chopped into a red mess inside of the ship. Lucien felt extreme rage at this, but kept it contained, wanting to hear the answer of this mystery man, wanting to hear what he had to say about the act he committed.

@thewizardguy

The warrior before Ham held up three fingers...three words, maybe? Well, Ham could only think of three words to truly say to this man. He assumes a stance, shield held up, spear at the ready, feet planted.
"...Come get some." He says, before waiting a response from his foe. Oddly, Ham spoke in broken Japanese, obviously not fluent, but it gets his point across. Ham was ready for this, the greatest day of his life. Today, he would march on the emperor's castle, and sever his head from his shoulders, before putting it on a pike atop the highest mountain in his home land.

@supertinyking
The Herald seemed to shrug. His terms had been set, his offer had been rejected. Whether his message was misunderstood, rejected or ignored was irrelevant to him. He was facing a warrior, and he could feel the rush of battle filling him. All that mattered was the dance of death that was about to unfold, the clashing of steel and blood. And the Herald knew already that he was unbeatable. This would be a challenge, one more in a series of events to test himself against every obstacle he came across.

When he shot forward, it was like steel lightning. Stone cracked underneath his feet as he launches himself forward, a blurring figure of death. His fist shot forward, and Ham was barely able to raise his shield in able to catch it. The Herald let him. The flat of his palm struck the shield, and the shock seemed to reverberate through the structure. The wood of the steel shattered instantly, the metal bent and warped, Ham could feel his arm twisting and shaking. Had he been a human the arm would have shattered in a hundred places, simply from the force of impact. Even as it were his shield was transformed into a warped piece of useless metal, and he knew that something similar would happen if one of these devastating punches were to hit his head.

With the same speed as before the Herald grabbed a hold of the metal around Ham's arm, turning and pulling to force him off balance. It was possible for him to counterattack, but from this position he'd never land a good hit. And the Herald's own body was also turning, as he pulled back his right leg. He seemed to be aiming a kick at Ham's chest area, as if planning on ending this in a single devastating kick, to crush his ribcage and pulverize his organs. It was clear that if the force of his punch could rend metal, the force of his kicks would be almost instantly lethal.

@Wraithblade6
Lucien was on the ground, two long, but shallow cuts in him, the pain being only minute compared to the rage he felt, seeing so many of his men slaughtered before him. Slowly, he stands, seeming quite angry. Extremely angry.
"I should ask you, the same thing. Who the hell are you, and what gave you the right to kill these people? With no remorse, not even a word....How dare you?!" Lucien roars, obviously extremely angry.
When he, himself had to lead his fellows into battle, he tried his damnest to get everyone back in one piece. Even this mission, it was conducted to help Lina, who the rebellion had noticed was being tailed by the Dominion. He suggested it, and now, because of it, people he knew were dead. People with families, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, all chopped into a red mess inside of the ship. Lucien felt extreme rage at this, but kept it contained, wanting to hear the answer of this mystery man, wanting to hear what he had to say about the act he committed.

Mithias was in no mood to argue with aliens about ethics. He returned his weapons and grabbed Lucian off the floor by his neck, propping him against a wall uncomfortably, but allowing him to breathe. He looked at the muscular fighter, his symmetry, his smooth, bronze skin and dark hair, the fresh red blood on his chest. Not having any trouble against Lucian's strength, Mithias pressed Lucian against the wall and took in that scent. The vampire's normally yellow eyes had a red light that made them look like fire. His fangs were evident as he spoke. "You don't deserve to know who I am. You should be much more concerned about WHAT I am... because if you knew, you wouldn't be asking me questions in the first place. Now tell me, before I decide whether or not to kill you, where am I?"

@Wraithblade6
"Simple..where you are...is the place you're going to die..." Lucien says, before punching Mithias in the stomach, with all the strength he can muster. Of course, this wasn't enough to really do to much, but Lucien simply grins. "....Ki-ko ho." [Key-Co Hoe] ((how it sounds in brackets.)) Suddenly, Lucien's hand glows, as if the golden rays of the sun were held within his fist, before Mithias is sent, flying, out of the space ship...and right into @thewizardguy the terminator, the vampire flying fast and hard enough, to knock even the sturdy metal clad warrior off balance. Slowly, Lucien walks forwards, his hands glowing, veins visible over his body. He must either be extremely pissed, or under an extreme amount of strain...that, or both. He keeps firing blasts of golden energy, which strike the two, not blowing them to bits, but rather, pushing them away from everyone else, like a wall of force smashing against them, over, and over.
[@Everyone]
Lucien roars, as loud as he can. "Everyone, run, hide, flee, I don't care. Just get out of here, I'll hold these two off!" He calls out, loud enough that everyone can hear him. Everyone near by, that is.

@supertinyking

The vampire totally expected some resistance. Usually, there was some struggling from a tough warrior, then they would give up. But this time, Mithias was somewhat surprised... somewhat. The fist punched against his abs, finding them hard like slate, but the energy blast that followed was another story. Mithias tensed and was thrown with the beam far out of the ship, slamming against something that felt like a car, only it gave less on the impact. The vampire fell to the ground, catching himself with his hands. His stomach burned, and his armor was well singed. He gritted his teeth and looked up just as another sun-energy blast caught him in the shoulder and pushed him back against whatever the hell was behind him. "Gyah!" He was getting annoyed. He called out, one word at a time as each energy blast fired in his direction, "I... ergh! Hate.... grr. LASERS!" XF

"Aww shit now I gotta move." Rex gets up and begins to walk away using his axe as a crutch,"Yo clones get us the hell outta here before that walking tank kills us all, and don't worry about your boss. From what I've gathered he's a stubborn and sturdy fellow." He walks over to the nearest group of clones and leans on a few of their shoulders."Can we please hurry and get the fuck outta here?"

@Wraithblade6
"I AM SO FUCKING NETTLED!" Lucien roars out, still blasting the poor vampire. He was so, so very, very Nettled....

@supertinyking

"Well, should we head that man's words and retreat for now? The call is yours to make, milady." Michael remarks, deciding to have his questions answered later as he now awaits an answer from Diamond.