@Wraithblade6 @thewizardguy @Teoinsanity
Saied slowly began to walk toward the duo, his face slowly shifting to a very unhappy frown. Slight twitching began, a sign of hidden rage. Once face to face with Kisaki, he would lean down slightly, and get on true eye level with him. "...Do not belittle my motivations again, or I will break you, and your sword in two. You do not know my story, and neither does your sword. I came here to help you not perish against these dark forces, as I know them all to well.....but now, I'm honestly consid-" Saied starts, a growling hatred exposed in his voice, before Red appeared, somewhat hurt, and battered.
"....Hmph. Seems this day just keeps getting stranger...." Saied starts, before he walks over to Red. "You look like you need medical help.....Head into the city, you'll find it there...." Saied says, before turning his back on the clone, seemingly ignorant of the deception.

@Wraithblade6 @Wraithblade6
The robotic foe stumbled about, red flashing lights escaping from the damaged shell that was its head. "Systems...damaged......." It groans, as if in pain. For a robot, it seems oddly..alive. As it does, a host of oddly sharp barbed wire constrict the robot, before tearing it to pieces, rendering it a pile of scrap, bleeding oil, gears as gore. Whatever had done this vanishes, as the barbed wire retracts to their source, a place hidden within a small shack. Upon further inspection of the shack, nothing would be found....

@thewizardguy@Teoinsanity@supertinyking

Kisaki picked up Eclipse, and he noticed that the sword was lighter than expected, but hefty enough to have the momentum to parry another sword. The balance was just shy of 1/4 up its length, and the grip was comfortably warm, as if someone had recently been holding it. Eclispe didn't do any fancy shit when swung the few times. He rested quietly against the warrior's side.

But the tension was far from resolved. As the other warrior approached, Eclipse, much like his handler, remained vigilant and prepared. The blood-splattered warrior with the bounty papers got eye to eye with Kisaki, and even then Eclipse could have reacted in time to intervene any attacks. Fortunately it wasn't going to be necessary.

Rather than chosing to take Kisaki down himself and turn him in for the reward, the other warrior decided to negotiate. Strangely, he was genuinely hurt by being denied to join forces. For all his bravado, his intentions had been sincere. Eclipse couldn't help but reconsider.

It was at this time, that Eclipse became aware of a third presence in the cavern with them. As he probed the darkness with his magic, trying to makse sense of the difference between the soulless copy of Red and the original, he continued to address the situation at hand.

"Kisaki." The sword spoke up like a young brother vying for for attention. Saied turned away and began to address the injured copy of Red. Eclipse kept talking to his newfound keeper, "Look at that man. He has a strange arm, just like you. I can't deny that he has also been put in danger because of me. He has been wronged as well as you have by this terrible situation. For all his strength, I don't beleive it is right to abandon him to his own devices, not knowng what I know about the cult of Asmodeus, and not when he truly has no intention of betraying you. He'll be struck down by bounty hunters eventually, and to take advantage of him as a distration... leaves you to face a very powerful enemy alone, and with a heavy conscience."

The sword paused a moment, finding the original Red hiding not far from them and sighing heavily at his corrupted personality. "I can direct your teleportation magic to open a way to my homeworld. If there is any hope of undoing the curse that binds me, it lies in Golarion. Should you truly wish to aid me, then there is where our journey must begin. Oh, and by the way, there is a mage of some sort hiding in the shadows over there, behind the strangely beat-up looking person."

@supertinyking @wraithblade6 @thewizardguy

The clone of Red would say "Thanks pal" ,before the real Red ,uninjured ,would yell "Damn it!" as he would walk out from his hiding place before High-five-ing the clone before it would shatter .

"You caught me ,but I a it no Mage and I mean no harm ,I just need one question answered"

"And I'm afraid you haven't answered my question"
Red says calmly ,the real Red would not be injured ,but anyone could sense he wasn't a normal human ,if he was human at all ,he had no soul ,and one of his eyes had no pupil ,making it blank.Red would be in his normal attire ,tank top ,jeans ,and his mask that covered half of his face.

"Where the hell am I?"

((also ,the original red has no soul ,but I'm assuming it's some kid of sight magic))

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@supertinyking@Teoinsanity@Wraithblade6
Kisaki wasn't one to be intimidated, and he met Saeid's glance calmly. They were both tall figures, and as they stood eye to eye their similarity painted a rather odd picture. Even as his talking sword advised him, Kisaki calmly weighed the situation. "If you think you can defeat me, you're less intelligent than I believed you to be." Of course, the threat hadn't been a genuine one. This man was angry, but he wasn't stupid. He had come here seeking protection, and as such he clearly believed the threat facing him to be sufficiently large to threaten his life. Therefore he wouldn't enter any combat unless absolutely necessary, knowing that it would make him vulnerable to a third-party attack. "Next time you threaten me, make sure you're prepared for a fight. I don't take to threats kindly, especially when they're coming from those supposedly asking for my assistance." Kisaki gave it a moment, unsure of whether the stranger would attack him or succumb to his own common sense. Should Saeid make an offensive move, he was more than ready to respond in kind.

Of course, this standoff was interrupted by the appearance of a stranger. As a man not unexperienced with ambushes, Kisaki was well aware of the real mage's presence as the clone approached. The stranger was apparently capable of creating clones, or illusions. A dangerous opponent. Kisaki considered whether this was one of the bounty hunters he apparently needed to look out for. However at least for the moment he made no hostile move, and didn't indicate to be anything but another stranger asking for help. He must be standing on some kind of interdimensional crossroads, because the weirdos were coming out of the woodwork. "This is Tartaros, the underground world of the Dwarves and Dark Elves." He answered the man's question, ignoring his odd appearance. After all, he had a demon arm.

@thewizardguy@Wraithblade6@supertinyking

"Tartaros?" He said quizzidly ,"The underground world of dwarves and dark elves?"he said ,Red was not used to be transported across dimensions."This has to do something with that job I got ,I knew being a guinea pig for a teleported would be a bad idea!" He said as he would look around himself."Anyway to get back to earth from here ,any earth ?"

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@thewizardguy@Teoinsanity@supertinyking

A strange feeling suddenly made itself apparent from further down the cavern in the darkness. It was not a sound, not a light, nor even a vibration that slowly drew their three heads, but a sensation much akin to walking by something with a strong static charge. The feeling was so clear, it could be physically pin pointed in 3D. It was like you could look right at it, hovering inexplicably about 30 meters away, yet nothing could be seen. Finally, an answer came to the question that had silenced the room; it was a portal opening.

Warm air flowed outward in a gentle breeze, carrying with it a faint coating of sulfer. This portal had come from nowhere good. The clop of what sounded like large metal feet stepped onto the rock, followed by the scampering pitter patter of hundreds of additional little feet which quickly spread out in all directions, sticking to the shadows. A few hushed snickers sounded from the sudden swarm of unseen minions, as big, blaring orange eyes suddenly popped into view.



A large demonic knight stepped forth and burned its hungry glare into Kisaki and Saied. Spikes and skulls adorned its armor, chains hung from its limbs, and a giant bloodstained cleaver waited patiently in its left hand. The monster spoke harsh words in a language they had never heard before, then appeared to notice Eclipse. Promptly, it chose the one holding the angel's sword as its first target. With a laugh that sounded more like a dragon's roar, it began to charge at Kisaki. The several scores of goblins it had brought with it also charged, slicing with their crude weapons and biting with their sharklike teeth. A wave of fear and despair from the demonknight's emotional manipulation struck everyone before he did, yet a flash from the sword seemed to break the spell, allowing everyone full control of their own minds.

Boulders shattered in the wake of the charging armored behemoth as he clipped them with his legs and shoulders. The goblins were going to eat and devour everyone, but the devil knight was going to crush Kisaki to chum. No mere mortal could possibly have been equipped to handle this. It looked like the end had come.

@Wraithblade6@Teoinsanity@supertinyking

It seemed the strange mage had traveled here by accident. He had never seen a teleporter, much less an experimental one, but he had an idea of what such a device would do. But this man was not his responsibility. Considering he clearly had magical abilities he would survive fine here, at least if he stuck to the more populated areas. And somehow he had the idea this guy was more dangerous than he was letting on. As such he chose to ignore the mage, focusing on the problem at hand. This man would just have to spend the rest of his life in Tartaros, Kisaki had more important issues on his mind.

Speaking of which....

A foul stench filled the cavern, followed swiftly by the pitterpatter of dozens of little goblins. Kisaki had faced the little green critters before, although these seemed slightly different. Far more aggressive, potentially even less intelligent. But they were but the opening act, and the main show soon made itself known. A hulking behemoth of black steel and unnatural flesh made itself known, it's red eyes betraying an impossible rage and a surprising degree of intelligence. It wielded an immense cleaver, a weapon designed more for intimidation than for actual combat. But Kisaki had no doubt the strength behind it's swing would allow it to slice through even steel armour, making the blade itself almost a superficial addition. It seemed the minions of this Asmodeus had indeed found him, and they were not looking happy.

A wave of fear struck him, the supernatural terror tearing at the edges of his resolve. Kisaki stood, but he could feel the chill taking a hold of his soul as the massive demon charged him. It tore through rocks like they were but tissue paper, and it's intentions were made clear. A calming light emerged from the blade he now held, holding at bay the supernatural aura of fear this creature exuded. But even with his mind guarded against such manipulations, a perfectly natural fear had quickened his heart beat. His breathing was quick, but controlled. His body tensed as he stood opposite another challenge, another obstacle that might take his life from him. He faced death, for those were the stakes of this battle. But it was not just fear that sped up his pulse, adrenaline surging through veins and excitement bringing a grin to his face. The thrill of battle, knowing that he was betting all that he was, and all that he could be, on body and mind alone. The judgement of steel and flame, the reaper clad in blades. As he faced the demon his heart leapt for joy, his fear turned to determination.

Granite boulders were smashed aside, a large rock flying in Kisaki's direction. He deftly sidesteps, as he focuses his senses. Every vibration that touched his skin was an indicator, even among the chaos of the battlefield. Every subtle motion was a potential dagger to the heart, every shadow a sliver of steel sliced across his neck. His power would be useless if he failed to anticipate the attack, and his battle-hardened body was merely that of a mortal. As he expected one of the goblins darted at him from the shadows as it's brethren leapt upon those behind him. An easy kill, a stealthy attack from the side as the big beast distracted him. But Kisaki was ready, and he merely moved the blade to the side in a blurringly fast motion. Not inhuman, perhaps, but at the peak of human potential. Eclipse's edge sliced through the goblin's rusted blade like a hot knife through butter, and as Kisaki resumed his pose the two halves hit the floor nearly simultaneously. A hint of burnt goblin filled the air, as the corpse quietly sizzled behind him.

The creature had closed the distance. It was fast for a being of it's bulk, and most mortal warriors would have been struck down before they could move. But Kisaki was no ordinary warrior. Gliding over the ground as if it were ice he elegantly stepped aside, the very movements of the air betraying his opponent's moves. The demon showcased it's unnatural speed as it instantly jumped aside, the tip of the white blade flashing across it's armour as it immediately retaliated. A wide sweeping arc, difficult to dodge. It was relying on it's superior strength to win it the day, but Kisaki had no intention of facing the force of the creature's blows. He leapt into the air, gravity losing it's grip on him as the cleaver sliced through empty air. He moved with grace even mid-air, a slight manipulation of the kinetic energy in his body allowing him to alter his course mid-flight. The white blade swept down like a pendulum as Kisaki passed overhead, and it drew a line of white fire across the creature's shoulder. Kisaki was forced to launch himself away from the creature as it's claws shot out towards him, attempting to crush him in their vice-like grip. Yet he landed safely a few meters away, already in his fighting stance.

The two warriors stood opposite one another. Demon and man. Kisaki held the blade in his right hand as his left was used only for balance. Just holding Eclipse weakened it, and Kisaki knew better than to rely on it's superior strength. But the loss of that strength was worth it, for this blade sliced through the demon even with only half a ton of pressure behind it. He had no doubt lesser weapons would have merely bounced off of either it's armour or it's hide. Even now white flames billowed from the wound he had caused, and he could tell that they pained the demon from it's rage-filled expression as it silently studied him. Or maybe that was just it's normal face. But he had struck a blow, and both of them were aware that had he hit the head, the fight would have ended right there.

Grinning, Kisaki flipped the demon the bird with his demon arm. He then raised his newly acquired blade in expectation of it's attack.

@thewizardguy@Wraithblade6@supertinyking

Red would laugh as ,suddenly ,dozens of copies of himself would appear behind him ,all laughing with him as they would jump on the goblins ,attacking them with blade swings.the original Red would take out his blade and would attack with his clones ,all of them ,showing no fear,anyone else would think him suicidal ,but he stopped caring about death a long time ago.

"Finnaly some fun!" they would say in unison.

@Teoinsanity@thewizardguy@supertinyking

The goblins' eyes lit up as a seemingly endless feast of 'human' appeared before them in the many copies of Red. They went nuts. Groups of them would rush copies, gnash on their legs and arms, pull trip ropes to bring them down and jump on them, and all the while drooling in anticipation of a warm, juicy bite. Of course, every time they took down a clone and made to tear off a mouthful of meat, their sharky teeth would only meet with air as the copy of Red poofed out of existence in mockery. One of the larger goblins raise a wicked looking spork into the air and howled in frustration. The rest of the swarm of green landsharks seemed to agree, and they doubled their efforts even further in chasing down all the Reds.

White flames still flickering from the wound on its shoulder, the demon warrior appeared to hesitate. Oh, of course it seethed with rage. The mere act of hesitation was an admonition of weakness, and weakness in the culture of evil made you somebody's bitch. The creature was furious. After all this time, the entrapped soul of a lawful demigod was within his grasp, and somehow it had landed in the hands of a warrior just capable enough to use it. But what was more, was that the sword had somehow been awakened. It would be much harder to capture now, particularly since it had a wielder.

In the world of Golarion, devils regard holy items and silver as deadly substances. They instinctively shy away from contact with such items and avoid them whenever possible. Binders who wish to pact with these infernal outsiders keep these substances least 60 feet from the summoning circle, and if they want to threaten their subjects, they keep them much closer. An even better defense against devils, is a holy weapon. As with demons, a holy weapon is strong enough to drive through any devil’s natural defenses, and the presence of such an item in the summoning chamber is an affront to more powerful or subtle devils.

Amid the cacophony of futilely flying goblins, the enraged fiend clenched it's fist and stomped its foot. As it did this, a pillar of fire and lava shot out of the ground underneath Kisaki. Whether or not he dodged the spell, the hellborn knight was already loosening its chains. SWinging them in an arc overhead, each one barbed with a sharp hook on the end, he loosed them at the recovering young warrior. The servants of the master were relentless, and this one wasn't about to give up yet. Apparently, even an oversized, demonic hellknight could play the ranged game. He'd keep attacking Kisaki until he got what he wanted, unless of course someone else dared attempt to join in. *cough*

@Wraithblade6 @Teoinsanity @thewizardguy
".....This..was not what I was expecting, I will be honest, the last bounty hunters I faced....whatever, inconsistencies aside, looks like it's time to dirty my blade with demon blood....." Saied says, before leaping into action, seeing Red having confused the goblins enough to open a chance for him to deal with them. Rearing back his blade for a moment, Saied slashes though the air with his weapon, a strike so powerful it sent large shards of stone flying as he brought his blade up, though the stone floor, aiming to cleave into the group of green fiends with enough sheer force, that the wind coming off his blade would send them asunder.