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If I owe you a post, it's coming! Been a very busy week but finally settling down!
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The adult in me says sleep, the kid in me wants to play NieR. The kid's winning D:
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youtube.com/watch?v=7RzA_Oom.. All of my yes. Love this theme <3
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8 yrs ago
If you've not had a chance to watch "Your Name" yet, highly recommend!

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No worries! I'm pretty slammed this week with work and family stuff, so I won't be super quick either.
There wasn't any magic word for Takeshi to say that would make everything better, no simple gesture or promise that would make Shu's problems go away. Of course he'd known that all along, he wasn't that daft, but he'd been reluctant to admit it. He couldn't fix Shu, he couldn't even help him a little so why should he try? Was it so wrong to hope something else might do the trick along the way? Sighing to himself the older boy hung his head a bit, eyes downcast as he lifted his shoulders slightly in a defeated shrug. "I kind of hoped... It'd just go away, you know? That if you had a little time you'd get better. I figured all I had to do was be around, help you have some fun, and that would be enough. I didn't ever really think I had an answer to it, I know I still don't... I'm sorry buddy." If he tried anything it would probably only make it worse, he didn't know how to take care of someone else still. Not like this. He could feed and clothe Shu, give him a roof, play with him, but clearly it took more than that. "Someone's gotta have the answer though, you know? Either Vegeta or Aito, or Sayomi, hell maybe even one of the doctors. Someone can help you where I couldn't and we'll find them back on Uuonoe. You... Just gotta tough it out for a little longer, okay bud? I promise first thing we do when we get back will be to find someone, then all your problems will go away."

"Oh not a lot of them are looking, don't fuss about it," Yumi teased with a wink, settling back into her place, "And I'd suggest trying to enjoy it, maybe? They're celebrating having each other, and they're also celebrating us, and you. This whole party is for us so you should... I don't know, sit back and have a little fun?" Which was like asking the sky not to be blue when it came to Viral... A saying that rather quickly lost its meaning with all of these alien worlds. Throwing her arms up in a stretch Yumi let out a drawn out yawn before folding her hands behind her head, looking up at the sky with a smile. "This trip of ours has been hard, but I've had fun too. That said I can't wait to get back to earth..." she reminisced with a dreamy sigh, "Smoothies, a nice day on the beach, the World Tournament. I want to take part in the next one, if we get back in time. Would you sign up if I did?" That would be fun, she'd love to sign up with her friends and see who went the furthest. It would be fun, some honest to goodness martial arts with no real consequences hanging over their heads, good way to unwind from all of this craziness.

Reassuring T'charrl didn't seem to be doing what he'd hoped, maybe it was better if he just let it go for now. Haku watched the flames dance in the fire for a moment before glancing back to his friend, smiling slightly and shrugging his shoulders before looking back at the flames. "Well... We could go back to your world too, couldn't we? Maybe after this..." he suggested with a slight hint of excitement, "I want to see your world, and... M-Meet your parents and try foods and... And just e-enjoy a world for a change." So far Uuonoe had been the only world he'd ever really gotten to visit and not worry about fighting, it was a first and an experience he'd love to have again. He'd heard Uuonoe had sprawling forests, trees as big as buildings, and all kinds of colorful places to visit, he had to see it for himself. He wished he could take T'charrl to his own world sometime but for obvious reasons that was never going to happen, not while Yamate was still there.
Go ahead Shy :P
"Well I ain't gonna lie to you, I don't know what's wrong. That's why I haven't been helping," Takeshi admitted lamely as he cast his eyes downward, smiling ruefully and shaking his head, "Nah, I didn't know how so I didn't try, you know? I kinda hoped if we just kept doing our thing, played a bit, that it'd go away, you know? But it didn't." He couldn't keep putting it off, not if Shu wasn't getting any better. They needed help though, they needed Aito. No more avoiding the issue then, he'd take Shu to see the doctor as soon as they got back and try and figure out what they could do. He owed Shu at least that much. Ruffling Shu's hair he smiled at his brother and gave a little nod, looking at the crowd beginning to gather near Viral. "He'll see us buddy, or we can see Sayomi about it, or Vegeta. Hell even Korian might be able to help even if I don't wanna talk to that jerk. We'll find somebody to help."

Yumi wasn't sure if someone had overheard their conversation but she was glad for this, glad that Viral was getting some attention now that was very much deserved. It wasn't just some small gesture either that they were giving, music stopped and near everyone present turned to cheer for Viral's efforts, several of the children coming forward with similar gifts given to the others, presenting them to him with smiles aplenty. If she didn't know any better she saw Viral's face turning red and she had to bite her tongue to stifle a laugh, finding it adorable he was trying not to seem so bashful. "Hey, you're being celebrated now, you should smile and wave," Yumi teased as she moved in closer, pausing briefly to smile at some children and wave to them as they rushed over to say hello. The village certainly was a lot more lively since their rescue mission, it was obvious people were much more relaxed now that those things had been dealt with. As the music picked up once again and people returned to their celebrations she leaned over across the log and smiled cheekily, giving Viral a quick kiss on his cheek and patting his back. "They're all having a good time and happy, and it's because of you."

"W-Well... If you can open the portal then you can close it, r-right? So if some monsters did c-come through you just have to close it again," Haku said, shrugging as he tried to make sense of T'charrl's unique ability still, "And you'll figure it out if t-there's a way, it was your first time. No one expects you t-to be perfect the first time." That of course implied that there would be a next time, something he was not terribly fond of looking forward to. When it did happen T'charrl would have another chance to try and master his powers and Haku could try and help, even if right now he had no idea of what that help might entail. "Uh... W-When we get back do you want to try w-working on it? I don't know how we can, but... M-maybe we should try?" Or go to someone for help, even if he didn't know who. There had to be plenty of smart people who could help T'charrl figure out what was going on with his energy, people way smarter than Haku himself. Would they even want to help T'charrl? Could they?
Let's save Amuné! \o/
As nauseating as everything was they couldn't stop, not until Amuné was safe. Even as Ethan felt his heart in his throat and his ears muffled by his thundering pulse he stumbled along, not daring to turn his head and look at any of the dead men laid around the building. It was atrocious, unnecessary, and yet wasn't this what they needed? To save Amuné at any costs? Even so he couldn't accept that so many casualties were needed for it, all of their lives snuffed out for the sake of her. He held the girl dearly but wouldn't want someone to die in her place, certainly not near a dozen men or so. Almost running on auto-pilot as he walked along his head swiveled slightly hearing a growl and noticed Wyth's large frame slinking out of a door, Cecil hot on heels. That had to be the way to Amuné, she was somewhere in that direction. They were coming, she was going to be safe soon. She only had to hang on a little longer.

Blast that mountain of a man struck hard, and with only one kick too Nymira's arms already felt numb. Gritting her teeth as she picked herself up out of the crate she'd shattered she spun her dagger in her hand and watched the man approach her, anticipating his movement by watching how his torso turned slightly to the right and his his right arm cocked back slightly, ducking and preemptively avoiding a massive cleave that sliced into the wall at her back. Kicking out on her own she struck him in the leg to try and bring him down yet found no such luck, having to duck away again to avoid being grabbed by the throat. She managed to get a small cut on his side as she darted away to make room and took the moment to try and gather her thoughts on just how she was going to defeat this man. Powerful and large, he seemed well versed in combat too, not an easy foe for one her size. Magic wasn't an option, she couldn't use it on someone without a Saints blessing, which meant this would come down to an old fashioned brawl.

Keeping her eyes firmly on the man she watched every move he made, doing her utmost to sort the feints from the actual strikes and reacting accordingly. Duck, step to the side, knock away his arm, for a man of his size he was surprisingly quick and precise with his strikes, nothing being wasted in his movements. Narrowly avoiding having her head taken off she swung out at his arm and sliced along the forearm enough to make him drop his sword, albeit temporarily. Nymira only just managed to raise one arm to defend herself when she was kicked in the side, dropping her dagger as she was thrown across the room and into the wall. The impact was a painful one and her arm burned in pain immediately, her head swimming from the landing. With a muted groan she pushed herself up and stumbled to her feet, noting the blood seeping from her reopened leg wound and from a fresh cut on her head. Trying to retrieve her second dagger she gasped as the man was upon her, a hand around her throat as she was lifted off of her feet and pushed into the wall.

"Fuck... Fuck... They're dying out there! We've gotta move 'em!" a slaver shouted, looking at Amuné and the other prisoners frantically.

"Where we gonna move them, eh? Only two doors outta here and they're through that mess!" another snapped back, shaking his head and looking at the locked door, "They've gotta be comin' in here, aye? Let 'em come, we'll ambush whoever gets through and kill 'em nice and quick! Problem solved."

"Right, and what about that fucking growling we're hearing, huh?" a third shot back with a gesture to the door, "They've got some big mutt or something! And there's more than one of them too! We're gonna try and fight them all in this little room huh?"

"Unless you've got a better idea yeah, that's what we're doing! Now shut your traps and get ready!" No sooner had he said that did something slam against the wall outside of the room, a faint groan following as a warning that the guard had been taken down somehow. The three men exchanged worried glances before fetching their weapons about the room, the foremost grabbing his dagger and inching towards the door. Pressing himself up against the wall he put a finger to his lips and waited, not moving an inch until the door was kicked open and nearly off of its hinges. With a wild grin he stepped out and thrust his dagger into the first person at the door, expecting to see a trail of blood flowing from the wound he made. Only there was no blood, and the dagger barely made it an inch into the boy's skin before it stopped, unable to penetrate any further. Staring down at his weapon utterly dumbstruck the slaver glanced up at Cecil, not understanding whatsoever what had just happened. "Huh...?"
"Well you're wrong Shu... You are stupid if you think I won't help you with that," Takeshi retorted, frowning as he looked at his brother, "We'll figure out a way for you to control it. I have a monster too. When I get angry I do bad things, you know? I don't change but I may as well be, I do things I really shouldn't do. So we'll work on it together, alright buddy?" They had to even if he had no clue what they were going to do for it. Vegeta and Aito both expected him to help out Shu and yet here they were weeks later and no progress had been made. Would asking again be bad? Even if it was Takeshi would check in with Aito once they returned, he needed help with this. Reaching over to Shu he smiled and placed a hand on his brother's head, giving his hair a gentle, affectionate ruffle. "I know I kept saying I'd help buddy, but we'll work on it this time. As soon as we get back we're gonna go see Aito and he'll help us, okay? Then you won't have to worry about monsters anymore."

"Your ability is a unique trait, one that very few beings have. So yes, naturally those who do not know you have some curiosity about it, that's to be expected," Vegeta stated plainly, frowning as he met Viral's eyes, "But that does not justify what was done to you, and nothing I say now will make what you endured disappear. Take some solace in knowing we've all but upended their Beastman project and the work they strove so hard to achieve is all but gone. Those who were effected by those experiments are safe now and you're on the road to recovery, take heart in that much." It was about as perfect a revenge as Viral could get on the Saiyans, being responsible for tearing down the program that, through him, they had worked so hard to achieve. Even with their supposed truce Vegeta was certain that the King wouldn't take this lying down and was bound to strike out, then again he may be too preoccupied with other matters as well.

Yumi just wanted Viral to enjoy himself for once, to be able to take pride in what he had done. He had played a huge role in saving all of these people and preventing future disasters, how could he not be happy with himself? She hated how he downplayed his significance, his part had been a major one. "You beat two of those giant monsters, Viral, and a lot of the smaller ones too. There was no way we could have done that on our own, and only because you did that we were able to save everyone," Yumi spoke, smiling as she placed a hand on Viral's paw, "There's nothing small about that. None of this would be happening without you." Even with that she felt like he still didn't feel appreciated, that he was just another face, a part of the crowd that had worked towards their salvation. Up until now T'charrl had gotten most of the recognition and while well deserved there were others who had played a part in all of this. Biting her lip she cast her glance out towards the bonfire in the center, spotting the leader approaching them, several of the guards in tow. Curious about what was going on she got to her feet unsteadily, putting on a smile as they approached. "Hello there! Um... Is everything okay?" Yumi asked, her eyes drifting to the men boasting spears.

"They're decorative, before you worry," the chieftain said with a laugh, his men clacking in laughter behind him, "And yes, better than okay! Villagers were saved, our village is saved, the Dark Ones are no more! You did us a great favor, we owe you more than we can ever repay. This celebration is small but it is the very least we can offer." Looking down to Viral then he tilted his head slightly and went silent, almost looking like he was observing the Beastman before placing a hand on his chest and lowering his head. "You must be the one they call 'Viral', yes? I hear you killed many of the Dark Ones, some as big as the hills! Such bravery, such power... Were it not for you many would be dead, many more may have died, but no more." Turning then towards everyone gathered the chieftain raised his arms, the six guards smacking their spears against the ground to silence the music briefly. "Everyone! Please, let us show our thanks for Viral, the slayer of the Dark Ones!" he shouted out, drawing applause before he'd even finished, "Enjoy yourselves and be sure to thank the man responsible for your salvation!"

T'charrl had already received some gifts and now it appeared that it was Viral's turn. Many small natives approached Viral after the chieftain gave his word, all bearing some fashion of gift, be it a small morsel of food or an item of value to them. One by one they came forward and placed it in a neat pile before him, each sharing a few words of gratitude before skittering back to their parents. Some had been saved from an early death because of his actions, others had family returned to them that had been taken, regardless of their story all were indebted to Viral and the others.

T'charrl jumped slightly at the applause, not expecting it to be as loud as it was. Though it had been directed towards Viral he noticed others still giving him and T'charrl smiles, and the rest of their group as well. Being so openly acknowledged and thanked made his face heat up in embarrassment as he tried to hide it, lowering his gaze and wringing his hands together nervously. It was... Nice, he was just terribly unused to it. "W-Well... When we get back I'm sure there's a way we can work on it..." he uttered once the noise died down, looking to his friend with a small smile. "You didn't think you could d-do the portal without having problems, b-but you did... I think you can do anything if you really want to..." He might offer to help, offer to train with T'charrl or to work with him on whatever he needed if he thought he could be of any use. The strength gap between them was too great, asking him to train was about as good as sparring with a punching bag. He didn't know enough about energy either, Ki being his own and never mind whatever they called T'charrl's. He'd love to help but he had no idea how to. Still... "If I can h-help any way just ask," Haku offered, "I don't know w-what I can do, but I'll try."
"It's not that I think you're stupid Shu, it's just..." Takeshi had to think over how to put this, not wanting to get Shu all riled up over nothing. Biting his lip as he scratched his chin he went silent for a moment, his foot tapping rhythmically against the dirt. "Oh! I mean you're from the jungles, you know? So... You're not used to loads of the stuff we see, that's all. I don't think you're dumb, I just know you don't know a lot of stuff, because of where you're from, you know? And the fruit thing was a joke." Now what was this about monsters? Takeshi knew full well the fitful nights his brother had so often, it was hard not to when you shared a bed with him. Always tossing and turning, whimpering and swinging out as if something was after him. Knowing there were monsters in his dreams explained it, though why were there monsters? Why couldn't the little guy just rest easy? Takeshi had figured all he had to do was be there when they rested but clearly that wasn't enough. "Huh... Like you? So do you think you're a monster?" he asked, earnestly confused as he knit his brow, "Because you're not... Like at all. In fact you're far from a monster as you can get, I'm more of a monster than you are."

"Well you aren't exactly photosynthesizing either now are you? You aren't a plant Viral, regardless of whatever ability you might have. It just happens that your cells respond well to the sun's rays." All in all it was a mighty convenient trait to have, needing only to be outdoors for your wounds to heal. For all their strength Saiyans couldn't hope for such a thing, and if they wished to expedite their recovery either Senzu beans or a healing tank was needed. With his only wounds being fatigue Vegeta was readily able to help Viral outside to the celebration, taking it slow as not to push his worn frame too hard. Once they were out around the bonfire and the natives some of them took notice of Viral's arrival, smiling and calling out to him but otherwise not approaching. Intimidated perhaps? Even worn down as he was Viral could seem imposing to those unfamiliar with him, and even to those who knew him. Delivering Viral to the celebration was his part, figuring his friend wanted little part to do with Vegeta at the moment, the Saiyan smiled and eased him to sit on a log before heading back to T'charrl and Haku.

Being outdoors was nice, particularly being outdoors and not in the middle of a fight. After the hectic day they'd had for themselves being able to just sit, relax and enjoy each others company was a wonderful change of pace. Taking a seat beside Viral, Yumi leaned back a bit and stretched out her injured leg with a groan, reaching down and rubbing near the wound irritably. "It itches so much... The medicine they gave me is working, I can almost feel it mending, but gods does it itch!" she grumbled, sighing as she tore her hands off the bandages and folded them beneath her arms. From the silence of the hut they were now surrounded by laughter, song and music, everyone having a great time of themselves. It was hard for her to stay annoyed with so much positivity around as a smile spread across her face, looking over to Viral to see if he was enjoying it yet. "None of this would be happening if it wasn't for us, doesn't that make you feel good?" she asked, moving over a bit closer and arching an eyebrow in question, "Look at all these happy people and know they're happy because of, in part, you. Doesn't that make you feel the slightest bit warm inside?"

"Oh n-no! You don't have to go and d-do that!" Haku said hastily as he shirked back slightly, worried he'd just angered T'charrl with his concerns. "I was just w-wondering where it had gone... If it's gone then it's gone, we shouldn't make it come b-back, that wouldn't be right of us..." He'd miss it sure even if they only had it for a short time, he'd gotten excited and began thinking he had himself a pet of sorts. Would he like to try finding it? Maybe, but not at the cost of causing discomfort for T'charrl. Grabbing a piece of fruit off of his tray he bit into it, an awkward silence coming on as he tried to think of how to change the conversation from there. The last thing he was wanting to do during a celebration was upset the one who was mostly responsible for it, he had to try and make things right. "Uh... Is there anything you want to d-do when we get back to Uuonoe?" Haku asked suddenly, looking up at T'charrl with a small smile, "We'll p-probably have some time to ourselves, maybe..."
"Aw damn, looks like I'm not tricking you huh buddy?" Takeshi teased, smirking as he took back the fruit and rubbed it off on his shirt, "And you just saw fruit move, you mean it doesn't move on it's own. Gotta be more clear there." Teasing Shu was pretty fun, for him anyways, Shu probably didn't appreciate it as much. Even though he was clearly joking around the younger boy felt the need to go into detail about how he was wrong, and it would have been pretty amusing if not for one little tidbit in his otherwise intelligent tirade. "Monsters in your dreams...? You got monsters chasing you around in your dreams huh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow with a curious look at his brother, "Is that why you have trouble sleeping buddy? You do kinda kick and squirm a lot when you're sleeping..." It was a small wonder he got any sleep some nights what with Shu whimpering, squirming around like a damn fish out of water and looking like he was trying to run away. Takeshi never had any idea what the deal was though he'd figured it had to be a bad dream, not that he could guess what was causing it. Monsters huh? "What's the monsters like? They like those things we fought earlier? That what you're dreaming of?"

Vegeta wanted it to be made clear this was Viral's choice, knowing how he could get if someone decided for him. Despite offering that clarity it appeared like Viral was still feeling cornered and forced into a decision however; being outside was better for him even if he just rested anyways. "Primitive? I would say being able to mend wounds purely through exposure to sunlight is very advanced," he commented, moving to the bedside and leaning in to help Viral up, "The rest of us will be dealing with our injuries for a few days at the least, yet some sunlight and rest and you will be good as new." Or most likely by the end of tomorrow, depending on how much sunlight was left, intensity of the gamma rays, and the severity of Viral's injuries. Placing an arm under Viral's to support him Vegeta eased him off the bed, getting them to their feet and waving off Yumi as she tried to help. "Don't be ridiculous, you can barely walk on your own. If you feel so inclined however you can get the door for us."

"Oh I can do that? I'm so very flattered," Yumi quipped, smiling as she limped over to the door and swung it open. Vegeta was right though, there probably wasn't a chance that she'd be able to keep Viral up as well as herself, not like this. "I think you'll be happy being out here Viral... It's a nice day, and there's a lot of food if you're hungry." Once they were outside the home she wasn't so sure about the food aspect, seeing nothing but fruit being served. Shu was in heaven right now without a doubt but Viral would rather some kind of meat, and frankly so would she. After burning as much energy as they had fighting an apple would be a nice snack but hardly what she'd call filling. Not one to shun a gift, or free food, Yumi would accept whatever they were given graciously. On their way out the first familiar faces she spotted were Shu's and Takeshi's, smiling as she hobbled over to greet them. "Shu! Takeshi!" Yumi called as she waved to them, barely making it to the log they were sat on before sitting down beside Shu, wincing as she straightened out her leg. "Having fun you two?"

"S-So it... Left?" That kind of hurt thinking that the spirit had just up and vanished after they had only just met. There was nothing tying it to them really, they barely knew where it had come from or why it stuck with them, but Haku had enjoyed having its company. It was like having a pet, albeit a pet only he and T'charrl could see. Smiling sadly Haku shook his head and grabbed himself another piece of fruit, rubbing his thumb across it as he let out a sigh. "No, you don't have to look for it... If it wanted to go then it went, we should let it..." he muttered, unable to hide his disappointment at the fact. "Besides, we might meet another... Maybe..."
As expected dropping into the building had stirred up a proverbial hornet's nest, and Wyth's charge did little to help that. Panic ensued as their group broke into the building and began engaging the slavers, many trying to flee at the sight of Wyth while others grabbed whatever they could to stand their ground. Most never stood a chance. It was clear that many of these men were used to preying on the weak, subduing them somehow and carrying them away, not fighting. Even with her dud leg Nymira was able to dance around the first she encountered with ease; killing the slavers would have been child's play but she tried to abide by the non-lethal approach, causing broken bones and some cuts but nothing that would kill.

It did not appear however that everyone had gotten that notice. Wyth was killing whoever came close enough to him at the time, as expected of what amounted really to a wild animal. Asta on the other hand seemed to have no issue with slaying the men, doing so in both an elegant and brutal fashion as she sliced one's torso open with a single cut. Yes killing was easier but she was trying to abide by Ethan's wishes not to, as everyone seemed to be. Not quite caring enough to chastise Asta nor thinking it the proper time to regardless Nymira went about her business, confronting a man with a greatsword that had just entered the fray. He appeared to be the one in charge given how others hurried out of his way, and there would be no swifter way to win this skirmish than to kill their leader. That chance wouldn't come just yet however, there were more men to contend with before she might fight him.

Fending off a man wielding a dagger with little more than a broom handle, hardly ideal. Thankfully his attacker was not terribly practiced and left himself open with his first strike, giving Ethan a chance to wrestle him to the ground and knock away the weapon before trying to get hold of it himself: he'd not use the dagger on the man but having a weapon in hand was reassuring. Grunting as he was punched in the jaw his fingertips just barely tapped the grip, stretching to try and grab hold before stopping as a sickening crunching sound tore away his focus. The man he was grappled with had suddenly let go and was grabbing at his leg, and even from his point he could see bone sticking out from the skin, blood seeping through the fabric of his pants. Wincing in sympathy pain he reached out and grabbed the man's shoulders, slamming him backwards and driving his head into the floor to knock him out. Before he was even able to thank Cecil his friend was on the move, leaving Ethan alone at their breach.

He had to keep moving, if they didn't find Amuné soon then something might happen to her. Scooping up the dagger from the floor Ethan took just a second to take stock of their situation and immediately felt his stomach lurch, his face paling as he saw the fallout of their battle so far. Blood. Blood everywhere, bodies strewn along the ground from various wounds, some doubtless Wyth's doing and others by a blade, all he knew was there were several men dead already. His friends were not among the fallen and for that he was grateful but still... Why so many dead? There had been dead men on the ship and he'd seen people slain before yet neither did any good in relieving the sickness he felt at the sight before him. Trying to push through it his legs numbly moved forward, his head spinning as he closed his eyes in an attempt to shut out the images. "Amuné... Amuné..." he whispered, forcing himself to move quicker as he charged for an open door, "Amuné! We're coming!"

Quite a few of the slavers were having nothing to do with the battle ensuing inside, refusing to join their comrades on the cold ground. Whoever these people were they were trouble, and those animals they brought with them too dangerous to fight. One of the slavers had gone for the front door for his escape, his sword clattering against the ground as it dragged lamely from his hip behind him. As he rounded a corner and found the door he spotted Zander stood before it, gasping and taking a half step back before noticing his weapon. "Y-You... You only have a staff," the slaver commented, a panicked grin stretching across his face as he drew his blade, "Heh... Hehe... What an idiot! Die!"

Ralthor be damned, where were Ethan and Cecil? Both boys had since fled the room and gone hell knows where, leaving Asta, Myria and Nymira to tidy up the remaining men. Their numbers were dwindling quickly and soon the slavers would be finished and yet they still had no sight of Amuné, they couldn't rest until they found the young Ydran. Watching as another two men entered the room, the Dimuran slicked her tongue and motioned for them to come after her, her eyes darting between the club and the machete they wielded. Short reach like her daggers, if she could just keep out of their striking range she'd be fine. When both men moved on her she took a quick step back on her good leg, ducking as the man with the club nearly took her head off with a mighty swing. Using the heel of her hand she drove it up quickly and into his elbow to break the bone, giving him little reprieve as she kicked at his leg and brought him to a knee, trying to drive it home with a punch to the bridge of his nose. Feeling a powerful set of arms grab her from behind she growled as her own were pinned to her sides, struggling to get out of the man's grasp. With his good arm the man with the club grabbed his weapon and raise it to smash her head in, and being held as firmly as she was there was little room for escape.

Nymira tried to crane her head to one side to avoid being struck, her eyes reflexively closing as she waited for the incoming blow. Instead she looked up confused when she was dropped, hearing the smack of the club breaking bone yet feeling none of the pain. A quick look back and she saw the man who'd been holding her with an arrow between his shoulder blades, his skull red as blood trickled down his face. Taking advantage of the stunned man she swiped out with her dagger and cut the man's arm to force him to drop it, swinging her dagger up and slicing clean through his throat, ignoring his garbled pleas as he toppled to the ground, his chest painted red. She'd sworn not to kill but had little care now that Ethan wasn't present, hardly wanting to let such a loathsome man live.

They should move on and try to find Amuné as soon as possible. Even if they wanted to there was no chance it was happening, not with the mountain of a man standing in their way now. With the battle spilling into a larger room there was room for him to swing that massive blade of his, a weapon her daggers stood no chance against head on. Sheathing one dagger she reached out and grabbed a chair, throwing it at the man before chasing after it, hoping to get a slight opening. Seeing him simply knock the chair away she had to drop to her knees and slide as she avoided being cut down, barely turning in time and blocking as he kicked her away into a stack of crates. Of course it wouldn't be so simple.
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