GambolMuse

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

What could they do to help Viral? Ki wasn't an option since he himself didn't use it which ruled out the easiest way of helping him heal. Didn't the sunlight help with that too? If it did then it was taking its time doing so as his wounds were evident of. Hearing him talk was relieving but he sounded distant and clearly in pain. Letting out something between a choked sob and laugh Yumi shook her head, gently easing Viral off the wall to apply a makeshift bandage to a wound at his back. "D-D-Don't apologize, you saved me... You saved all of us..." she answered, smiling tearfully as she secured the wrap around Viral's midsection, "Just hang in there, o-okay? Kabocha went to get h-help, just hang in there..." Did they have something on their ship that could be used? They did didn't they? But then it probably wasn't still hanging around the city, not after everything that had just happened. And with no scouter to use to signal them either Yumi wasn't certain how to call the rebels back either. "K-kai, Choi? Can one of you try and f-f-find the shuttle?" she asked with a glance back, "P-Please, just in c-case Kabocha can't find anyone, Viral needs help..."

Well from the looks of it the fighting definitely did end by now, and it did so in Lioma's favor. There were other Yulians still finishing up their scuffles as he flew past but nothing that required their help, so much for the Saiyans. How embarrassing that their troops and a couple of Elites hadn't been able to take a planet like this, one which didn't even have use of Ki. Hard to take pride in your people when they got embarrassed like this. Shaking his head in disgust he scanned the area below and at last spotted what he figured were medics. A couple of Yulian's in white robes helping some people who were clearly soldiers, they had to be medics. Dropping down out of the air Kabocha was quick to put up his hands as they turned to him with weapons drawn, rolling his eyes with a sigh.

"I'm not with them, even if I'm a Saiyan. I'm part of the rebel forces," Kabocha explained simply as he stared deadpan ahead, waiting for the weapons to drop before lowering his own hands. Idiots, what did they think they were actually going to do to a Saiyan anyways? "One of you a medic? We've got an injured soldier back there that seriously needs help."

"Er... We are medics, yes. But we're a bit busy..." one of the men began to say, and when grabbed by Kabocha he shouted an indignant, "Let me go!" To no effect however as he was quickly lifted off of his feet and into the air, dangling haplessly by his robe as he was carried off. "What are you doing?! We're working!"

"Yeah well now you're working somewhere else. The guy who just saved your planet might be dying so you're going to help him now, got it?" Kabocha had no time for pleasantries and didn't much care that a Yulian might have to wait a little longer either. Viral was perhaps on the verge of death without help and there was no way they were letting him die.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Of course, I promise. We're together until we sort this all out," Ethan spoke with a smile, patting Amuné's head as she wiped her eyes dry. "Just remember you have us here to help, so you don't have to be brave all by yourself, okay? We're in this together." How would any of them have made it this far on their own? Never mind just the battles they'd been through but everything else, they would have probably broken a while ago if not for the support they gave each other. With one of their own down for the count it was more important now than ever to remain together too and work through this, because Saints only knew what else they'd endure before their journey was over. After returning the hug to Amuné he took her hand and guided the Ydran to the door, smiling when she relented and agreed to eat.

"Good, and we'll save something for Wyth after he gets patched up. Let's go find where Nymira and Asta went okay?" Now that they had some time to themselves they should try and talk, figure out exactly what was going on. They all had their own goals and many were still vague to Ethan himself, and Asta was completely unknown to any of them. It would probably bring some peace of mind if everything was out on the table right? Making certain Wyth was able to keep up they headed back down to the main floor of the building, being greeted by the same older woman that had shown them to their quarters. Returning her smile he glanced down at Amuné, giving her handle a gentle squeeze before clearing his throat. "Um... Would it be too much to ask to have someone look after Wyth here? He's hurt," Ethan asked, "Do you have anyone who knows how to work with animals? Or a healer even? We'll pay if you want money."

"Oh dear, of course we can get him help. And don't you even worry about payment, we wouldn't accept it from new refugees like yourselves," the elderly woman answered with a kind smile, kneeling before Amuné and Wyth, "Is he yours young lady? Would you like to come with me to see the doctors? I bet he'd be a lot more comfortable if you were with him."

Ethan had planned on getting them food first but the woman was probably right in Wyth could use the company. Best not to risk having a giant moorcat get angry and snap at one of the people helping them. "If you want to go I'll bring the food to you, and that way I can get something for Wyth too. Why don't you go and I'll meet you there?" He'd be quick as he could and then they could eat together while Wyth was seen to.

"Actually, it seems that Ms. Taliya wants to speak with you young man. She asked that you were sent to the meeting hall," the woman interjected, smiling apologetically, "She wanted to speak with you and your friends, but I can help the young lady to the doctor's while you meet with her." Poor children, they were all so young and had gone through hell to get here. Looking at Amuné with a tender smile she extended a hand out to her, hoping she'd be comfortable enough to leave the side of her friend. "How about we go get you some help sweetheart? Would you like to see how healers work?"

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The nerve of Kensen turning his back on her like that. Did he not want to rejoin the clan? A Dimuran without a clan was nothing, a rogue without a true name or a home. Why would anyone wish for an existence like that? She was offering him a chance few like him ever got, the chance to return home and to reclaim his brethren. Nymira didn't know if his disregard of her offer or his disregard of her clan was more annoying to her and she couldn't let him simply walk away, not after insulting her like that. If he was trying to anger her then it was working, and the comment about her father again made her blood boil. How dare Kensen suggest something like that! Her father would never knowingly send anyone to their deaths, he valued every member of the clan and their contributions, no one was worthless. Everyone had their place, even those who abandoned the clan and returned, and the fact Kensen was so callous about it was infuriating.

"Do you not wish to reclaim your honor?! I'm giving you the chance to do that!" Nymira declared angrily as she threw her hands to the side in frustration, "If you will not return to the clan then... Aid me in my journey! Father would have nothing but praise for you if you helped I'm certain, you'd have more than you could ever dream when you return. Show you are still loyal to the clan and I'll personally vouch for you." Again he turned away and dismissed her without a thought, leaving her staring a hole through his back. How could any Dimuran be so blind to this? Did he care nothing for his kin? She was trying to help better all of their people and he was ignoring that entirely, focused instead on instead of what was happening here. Gritting her teeth she moved to storm after him, halting when a firm hand grabbed her arm. Throwing back an angry glance she saw the man called Gage behind her, wrenching her arm free and giving him an accusatory look. "What is it?"

"Easy there runt, just because you're Taliya's guests doesn't mean you're getting special treatment," Gage explained as he peered down at Nymira beneath his thick brow. Behind them the last of the contents of the cart had been unloaded and he paused briefly to wave the men off towards storage, turning back to Nymira with a testy look upon his face. "I hear you're a princess or something, good for you. Dimuran royalty means nothing out here though, you're in the kingdom of Adelon and there's only one royal family here, useless as the lot might be. So tout your position all you want but you're as worthwhile as a common beggar far as I'm concerned. Got that? Learn your position here real quick girl or you're going to end up in a lot of trouble."

The nerve of this man, did he have no idea who she was? Saying that her royalty meant nothing, that her clan and her title was meaningless out here. How badly she wished she could set this man alight right now just out of spite. "I am the daughter of Hákon Rumia, leader of the Rumia clan. I will not be spoken to as-"

"I don't give a shite if you're the leader of your bloody clan. Like I said, out here there's only one royal family. So, your Highness, shut your trap and listen." The look of indignation and fury were plain across Nymira's face now and Gage almost wanted her to lash out, just to give him a reason to give her haughty self a good smack. She relented though and he folded his arms across his chest to resist the urge, turning and spitting on the ground before continuing. "Taliya's inside and she'll be wanting to speak with you, so get going. You wanted answers and she'll give them, so get moving. And remember you're our guest here, she saved you and we don't owe you nothing."

"Thank you sir, I'll be on my way then." She had to leave now or she was liable to tear out Gage's throat. Turning swiftly on her heel she stormed towards the building, keeping her eyes off of anyone who looked her way. He was an utter moron to think her clan could be written off like that, and Kensen was a fool to think no one would want to ally themselves with her father either. They had capable warriors, they were famed blacksmiths, they could give anyone who agreed to an alliance plenty in exchange for cooperation. This Taliya would be more welcome of her offer if she only explained her position, and so would whoever was in charge of Mutebo. Balling her hands into tight fists she threw open the door of the building, glancing around briefly until someone pointed her in the right direction. They'd see, her father's plans were not foolish, these people and the other elders were wrong. The Rumia clan would find allies here in Adelon and they would thrive.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

What... What had happened? For a time there Yumi's consciousness had faded out and she'd lost track of the battle only to come to as explosions rocked the city. Had the Elites been defeated? Fatigued as she was it was difficult to tell who was still nearby from energy signatures alone so to check she lifted her head, squinting against the sunlight that near blinded her. She could see a large tear in the roads nearby from some massive attack and one Elite, the one with the quills, was notably absent. Where was the other one though? And what of Viral? Looking around nervously she gasped when a large explosion went off behind her and nearly lifted her off of the ground, grasping onto a ruined slab of concrete to keep herself planted. In the midst of the explosion she noticed a figure fly by her from the epicenter, and with silent horror she realized the figure was none other than Viral. Had he been caught in that explosion? It was Ki so it couldn't have been his own, what had happened? Seeing him almost buried beneath rubble she let out something between a guttural yelp and a howl as she tried to move towards him, barely able to get up on all fours never mind run over. Dragging herself over with one arm desperately she gasped when someone grabbed her from behind, struggling at first then stopping when she realized it was Kabocha.

"Let me help," Kabocha offered with a meek smile, kneeling down and slinging one of Yumi's arms across his shoulders. By now the fighting in the vicinity had died down entirely and though everyone was injured and exhausted they had survived. Well, everyone but Viral, they had all seen the explosion and feared the worst. Straining to support the taller woman he carried her over to the rubble where Leto was already busy at work tearing away pieces to clear the way to their friend. Flying over the remaining debris Kabocha felt his stomach churn uncomfortably and Yumi stiffen beside him at finding Viral, his bloodied and beaten state hardly screamed healthy. Landing before him they had barely touched down when Yumi pushed off and staggered forward, watching her sympathetically as she attempted to help. Leto climbed over the pile as well to join them and looking up at the Yulian it seemed like he wasn't the only one thinking the worst. "Do we have anyone who can help him?"

"Not yet, we're still the only ones here..." Leto muttered grimly, then noting how crestfallen Kabocha became he smiled and clasped him on the back, "Fear not my young friend! The Yulian military will be showing up any moment and they'll have a medic! Viral will be just fine!" He had to be, it would be an unfitting death for someone was proud and capable as him. Looking skyward as he spotted the others he waved them off for the time being, not wanting to crowd Yumi and Viral at the moment. They needed to try and get help even if it might be on the way, the sooner they had someone to tend to the commander the better. "Kabocha, you can still fly? See if you can find us help, we'll remain here in case there are more troops."

"Right... I'll be back!" Viral really didn't look great, with luck they'd get him help in time. Glancing back once again and seeing Yumi trying to stymie the bleeding of his wounds. Swallowing nervously he turned and flew past Kai and Choi, making a straight shot towards where they had seen fighting before. Battles all around had ended and he could only hope that it meant the Yulians had won and the Saiyans were defeated. But what if there were more Elites? If he ran across an Elite by himself -- No, he couldn't worry about that now, he had to focus on getting help for Viral and not himself.

"You're going to be okay Viral, you're going to be okay." The reassurances were as much for Viral as for Yumi herself as she uttered the phrases repeatedly, hoping perhaps they'd help the situation. She was no medic though, none of them were, and the wounds Viral suffered could potentially be fatal for all she knew. Fighting back tears as she fought to cover whatever she could she had to resort to tearing both Viral's and her own clothing for fabricated bandages, whatever she could manage to find. After only covering a few her hands were slick with his blood and her eyes stung from the tears falling, her breath shaking as she continued to work with trembling hands. Looking him in the eye she managed a smile before choking out a sob and working on tying another strip of cloth around a wound. "P-Please just stay with us, look at me, t-talk to me, you're going to be a-a-alright!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Our King wanted to use you as a weapon! He could have destroyed you at any time!" the Elite shot back, bristling and attempting to bury Viral in a hail of quills, "He'll see your head on a platter for this, don't you realize that?! Your victory here is hollow if you win! You're only signing your own death warrant!" Why would they fight him? Why would anyone fight the King? He was far too powerful to oppose and anyone who dared try saw their planets enslaved or utterly destroyed, succumbing to his rule was their only option. Landing back on the ground the Elite tried to focus Ki and blast the Beastman away but stopped short of firing when Viral was upon him. Leaping back to avoid being torn to shreds he reached out and caught Viral's foot, using it to spring himself up and kick him in the jaw, again to seemingly little effect. Cursing he landed and jumped away, panicked at seeing energy gathering in his maw once more. Amassing as much Ki as he possibly could he fired back at the beam and immediately began to struggle, the difference in their powers was like night and day. Sliding back along the ground as he fought for command the Elite noticed his own energy beginning to wane, his beam slowly being pushed back despite all of his efforts to maintain the blast. Gritting his teeth he shouted in frustration right up to the point where Viral's energy utterly eclipsed his own, his shouts being drowned out as he was engulfed by the intense heat, not even smouldering ash left in his place as the beam finally stopped.

Impossible... He wasn't a Saiyan, he wasn't anything even of this world, every bit as unnatural as the beasts he was created to fight. So why then... Why was he so powerful?! The King could likely defeat Viral still but he would be a distraction to the Empire and its efforts, a distraction that could seriously hinder them. They had to die here then, the Beastman and his little entourage of would be heroes. "You will not defeat the Empire... You will buckle beneath its heel!" the Saiyan shouted, grinning as he struggled to sit again, "In fact you will not leave this planet, I will make certain of that!" There was only one option left to him that might ensure Lioma fall and these traitors along with it. With his body largely useless he could only muster Ki for attacks now, and there was one attack which would kill them if it succeeded, along with himself though he was willing to pay such a price. Taking whatever Ki he had left as well as that around him the Elite began to take on a slight glow as energy built up around him, crackling and hissing like electricity and slightly pulsing, illuminating the area around him. "I'll take you all to Hell with me, every last one of you! You and this wretched city!" the Saiyan laughed, his Ki beginning to grow rapidly to the point where it would erupt. He'd take the whole city and its people out with him in a massive blast, they were all as good as dead.

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

Sneaking through areas with other people about was nothing new for Caelan, he'd done it a handful of times with other hunters about. Those hunters though weren't clad in armor and trained to kill usually nor did they have someone like this Fiona woman among their ranks. They could be killed from a distance by a marksman and never knew what hit them, a grim though that constantly sat in the back of his mind. Trying to forge on despite his concerns however Caelan waited for Link to reach him before continuing to scale the walls, making it as far as the sixth floor before taking a pause. Up above the voices of some guards could be heard and he prepared for a fight to break out only to watch instead as their corpses plummeted to the ground below. Peering over the edge he watched as their bodies disappeared into dark portals, his stomach turning uncomfortably as they disappeared into the void. Just like that they were gone, a good reminder not to end up on Regol's bad side.

Perhaps the scene had gotten to Link as he was looking a bit pale when he finally reached the same floor as them. It was disconcerting, no one wanted to pass out while you were scaling a wall six stories up. Furrowing his brow Caelan nodded and went to the hall once more, making certain no one was coming around that might spot Link here. "Come up when you catch your breath, I'm going ahead." Waiting for Regol to move along he used his own grapple to follow his lead, glancing back down at the courtyard below. Come to think of it how were they going to get out of this place? As high up as they were you couldn't exactly jump out of a window, and no doubt once they reached the Princess everything was going to go to hell. Which probably meant fighting through all the guards and that Fiona woman. And nearly getting killed... Again... he lamented, smiling ruefully as he continued to climb, Can't I just go back to looting tombs? Monsters I can handle, this is just ridiculous...

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Then you'll go to hell where a monster like you belongs!" Sustained fire would prevent counterattacks even with his regeneration, even if right now he was grossly more powerful. If the King were here then even this monstrous form would be useless yet he wasn't and thus they would have to make due. Firing off an array of attacks the Saiyan did everything in his power to keep Viral at bay. In his exhausted, wounded state however his output of Ki was far from what it could be and the attacks though plentiful were largely ineffective. Seeing the massive build up of solar energy the Saiyan cursed and used what little remained of his Ki to fly from his spot, barely avoiding being vaporized along with an entire block of the city as Viral let his energy run wild. Falling out of the air as sustaining flight was proving difficult the Saiyan bounced along the pavement and groaned out in pain, fighting through it as he rolled onto his back and pushed himself into a sitting position. From here he was further off and could still see Viral, and he was able to see his partner moving in for an attack as well. Figuring Viral would not bother trying to evade his blasts again he charged up energy and threw it at Viral's front.

While the Saiyan was busy running as a distraction he could now get in closer without fear of being attacked. Using the Ki attacks as cover the Elite jumped up behind Viral and swung his body around, applying Ki to his leg as before and delivering a hard kick to the side of his head. It moved Viral if only barely and with a curse the Elite dropped to the ground, shouting as Ki was focused to his arms and he instead began a flurry of punches into his side, hoping to cause some damage. Even after that surge however there was no apparent damage done much to his horror, Viral was standing tall and as imposing as ever. Staring in shock at the Beastman he hastily backed away to avoid a potential counterattack, spreading his arms out at his sides and firing off quills from his body in an attempt to hit vital spots, or joints, anything that might hinder Virals movements even slightly.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Ethan was beside himself. How was he supposed to console Amuné? Everyone knew that Cecil was going to be alright after he was worked on, or at least they were confident as much. For him personally there was no certainty but he tried to air on the side of optimism and expected their friend to make a full recovery. Yet Amuné spoke of Cecil as though he were truly gone and removed from this world. Could a Machina actually die like that? He'd no idea how a typical Machina worked never mind an apparently more advanced model like Cecil but he didn't think machines could actually be killed. Stop working perhaps, but killed? When she clung to him again and the hysterics resumed he carefully rose to his knees and held Amuné in his arms, closing his eyes tiredly as he tried to soothe her.

"Cecil isn't dead, Machina don't die. He... Remember when he ran out of power and stopped moving? Something happened and he turned off, that's all. He'll be fine when they fix him," Ethan reassured with a soft voice, smiling as he stroked Amuné's hair, "And your mom and dad are okay too, I just know they are. We're getting closer to the big cities right? We'll find them, someone's got to know where they ended up. Someone here might even have a clue for us if we look around. You'll go home, but its going to be with your parents, right? Until then I'll take care of you and help you find them." They had to be alive, they didn't have any reason not to be. They lived far from the cities and they'd never done anything to anger the Church, there had to be an explanation for where they had gone. And Ethan was determined to help Amuné solve that puzzle and find her parents again. And to help Cecil find out just who, or what, he really was. And Nymira with her mission to aid her clan. Not to mention whatever Asta might need which was still a mystery, and on top of all that his own desire to reunite with Cedric.

Realizing just how much still stood before them a whole new wave of fatigue washed over Ethan, his eyelids heavy as he fought to open them again. He needed food or rest right now whether Amuné wanted to eat or not. But he couldn't well leave her alone either, not in the state she was. "Come on, let's go try and get something in our bellies okay? What would your mom or dad say if you didn't eat your supper?" Ethan prodded with a playful smile, easing Amuné back and wiping tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Placing his hands on her shoulders he then leaned in and placed a light kiss atop her head, using the bed to help himself get to his feet. "We need to get Wyth looked at too remember? Let's go see if someone here knows how to help him okay? Then we get fill our bellies and get some rest." He so hoped she'd listen to him this time since he was borderline collapsing as it was and waiting any longer was going to be troublesome.

"Much of the Rumia clan are outsiders, members of another clan at one point or another. I'm sure you'd be allowed back," Nymira answered dismissively, her interest already passing from Kensen's reunion. Her goal out here was not to bring those who left back home and she'd not expend the energy to try and do so, not when there was so much else to be done. She would however dispel one misconception Kensen seemed to have of her clan, if only because to think otherwise was an insult to her father. "We don't care if you're Skyborn or not, all that matters is your loyalty to the clan. If you can swear that you'd not harm your fellow Dimurans and would serve the best interest of the clan then you'd be let back in."

On to more pressing matters: finding allies for her clan. Mutebo seemed to be a prosperous place enough, certainly larger than any of the places they'd been before, and the fact it harbored Magi was an extra boon. Though their alliances were not meant to be militaristic in nature Nymira was certain no one would have any problem with more capable warriors in the event something were to happen. Mutebo then was an ideal starting point for her endeavors, and Kensen could potentially be her means of building a connection. When the Dimuran gave her an anything but supportive response however she became annoyed, narrowing her eyes and staring up at him, trying to bore through his goggles.

"You're right, we have no idea what is going on here. That is thanks to your leader or whoever she is refusing to answer my questions so far," Nymira grumbled, "And of course I am seeking a benefit. No one seeks allies or partners without some goal or intention in mind. And we'd obviously offer some kind of service in exchange, it's not a one way deal. Besides..." There was a pause as she seemed to scrutinize Kensen, glancing briefly over at the woman he'd been with before frowning, "You're not in charge, so frankly your opinion doesn't matter. Her opinion and the opinion of this place's leader are all I care about." Even if she had been rude the fact that Kensen then turned and began to walk away struck a sensitive spot in Nymira and she glared at his retreating figure, wishing she had the strength to throw a warning shot at him for leaving like that. "Have you no honor? Your own are still among our clan, do you not want to help them?!"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Amuné... I know you want to help but we're only going to get in the way. Let the mechanics do their job and we'll see him as soon as he wakes up, okay?" Far too fatigued to argue it Ethan gently tried to usher Amuné long, his eyes set on the building before them. With his limbs heavy as lead and his stomach empty as the deepest chasm the only two things on his mind now were a hot meal and rest. Did he feel concern for Cecil? Of course he did and he would like to be there for their friend as well but they had to take care of themselves too. Never one to be overly forceful Ethan tried to give Amuné's arm a tug towards their temporary lodging, deflating when the Ydran girl instead resisted and began to howl. He felt as every bit as bad for Cecil as anyone else but they just couldn't go and see him right now, he'd need time to rest too and would probably need a little time to adjust. In an act of desperation Ethan turned and simply lifted Amuné's small frame into his arms, promptly regretting the decision as she wailed and shoved against his chest.

Why did he feel like the bad guy doing this? Ethan knew they needed to let Cecil be seen to, and seen to alone, yet he felt lousy for denying Amuné all the same. "Please stop, we'll see him soon okay? We just have to rest now," the Magi pleaded as he struggled to keep a hold of the girl. Giving Wyth a confounded look he did his best to simply ignore the protests and went ahead to the building, ignoring the multitude of stares as they approached. Evidently wailing children weren't commonplace here, if everyone's reactions were anything to go by. Upon their entry an older woman, nowhere near as imposing as the one who had saved them, greeted them with a patient if strained smile. They would be shown to their quarters and perhaps not a moment too soon as Amuné's veritable breakdown was beginning to draw an awful lot of attention. All while they were led through the building Amuné's protests persisted and when they finally reached their given room Ethan thought it a blessing as he closed the door, kicking it shut behind him before setting Amuné down on the bed.

"Amuné... You've got to settle down. I know you're upset but he's going to be okay." Easing himself down onto one knee Ethan gave the Ydran a patient smile, reaching out and gently placing his hand atop her head. "He's not like us, remember? He's a Machina, and they can fix him. He's not dead, he just... Turned off. Remember like before? It's happened before and it probably happened again, he used a lot of energy fighting. But give it a day and he'll be up and at 'em again, I promise." So long as that Varuna didn't do anything particularly nasty to Cecil that is. Easing backwards Ethan settled on his rear and extended his arms out to hold himself up, releasing a long-winded sigh. "You don't want to show up tomorrow and be sick or tired right? So let's take care of ourselves while he gets looked at," Ethan reiterated with a smile, "Besides, this is a big city. I bet there's a lot that we can do here, and since its friendly to Magi we don't have to worry. We'll take Cecil with us and have some fun when he wakes up, how's that sound?"

The overwhelming sense of déjà vu Nymira was experiencing was never going to permit her to rest, not until she knew who this man was. The best way to find out was introduce herself and be outright with it rather than waste time trying to awkwardly beat about the tree... Was that how that saying went? His initial reaction to hearing her father's name hardly instilled confidence in things and hearing him elaborate further didn't paint an ideal picture. Her father had kicked him out? A few years ago now from what Kensen had told her as well, but what had happened back then? Nymira's brow knit together as she tried to recall events from that long ago and she lifted her eyes to Kensen once more, hoping his appearance might trigger some memory.

"Kensen... You were in a hunting party... No. You were meant to clear out a Vazra nest." It was coming back to her now and she felt ashamed for not remembering it sooner. How had she forgotten an event where several of their own had met their demise? There had been initial animosity towards Kensen back then but it had long since faded, in its place almost an indifference instead. Whether he'd been truly responsible for their deaths or not mattered little at this point and holding a grudge for something that long ago was a waste of energy, something she had very little of right now.

"I won't apologize for my father's decision, nor do I expect you to accept any such apology," her words were without venom or animosity, sounding almost disinterested even, "I would assume at this point you have no desire to come back to the clan? It's possible my father would allow it, though you may have to undergo a trail to prove your loyalty. Then again it seems you've made a place for yourself here as well." If that woman was the leader as Nymira had assumed then the fact Kensen was with her and her alone suggested he was rather important to this organization. They still had no answers as to what precisely these people were doing here and she might ask if she'd expected Kensen to share anything with her. Instead she'd seek a different line of questioning, one just as pressing.

"I'll need to speak with whoever is in charge of Mutebo. I'm here on my father's behalf seeking an alliance. Is that something you would be able to arrange?" She should meet with him sooner rather than later, no doubt their days were going to be busy even when here in a refuge. "In fact take me there now if you're not busy. I'd like to speak with them before we..." Nymira's voice trailed off as the corners of her vision darkened slightly and her head suddenly felt lighter, a dizzy spell coming on that caused her to almost fall in place. Catching herself on the cart she grit her teeth, steadying herself and taking a deep breath trying to will the spell to pass. "Maybe... After a meal would be best..." Nymira admitted, frowning as she looked to Kensen once more, "Show me inside at the very least. I'd like to... 'Chew the hide' with the people inside, I should try and befriend the people here if we're all Magi."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

For all the power being put into each and every blast not a single one served to halt Viral's progress. Though visibly he was sustaining damage the Beastman walked on as though nothing were striking him, his wounds seemingly healing as they appeared. In utter shock at the futility of his attacks the Elite simply stared at the Beastman when the gap was closed, gagging and gasping for breath when two powerful claws wrapped around his neck, lifting him from his feet and holding him like he were a child. Trying unsuccessfully to pry Viral's claws from his throat the Elite gasped as he was thrown away like a ragdoll into a light post, breaking it in half on impact and bouncing against the pavement harmlessly. Lungs burned and his eyes watered as he fought for breath, struggling to get off of the ground and back into the fight. His chances of doing so diminished when Viral was nearly upon him, poised to cut him into ribbons and end the battle then and there. Trying to raise an arm fast enough to at least blast Viral again and braced instead for the worst, eyes wide with fear. When a Ki blast then slammed into the Beastman and knocked him well off course the Elite blinked in confusion, astonished to see his partner sat up against a container along the road, barely conscious but preparing another Ki blast already.

"He can't be allowed to win! He's a monstrosity, a menace to everyone!" the Saiyan shouted, groaning as his chest ached in protest to the exertion, coughing up blood before spitting more out to the side, "I'll support you, don't give him an inch! We can kill him!" Viral was utterly insane if he thought they were going to fall here, and even crazier to believe he or anyone else could topple the Saiyan empire. Watching as Viral began to get back up again he grit his teeth, focusing Ki into his hand and firing off a rapid succession of blasts, just enough to keep the Beastman preoccupied. He may be much stronger now but he was still vulnerable, they only had to wear him down enough to deal a decisive blow. Constant barrages should keep him from recovering too much and he could prevent the Beastman from attacking back this way as well. "The Empire will never fall, Viral! You're fighting against the strongest force this world has ever known!" the Saiyan screamed over the blasts, "You'll join a long line of other failed attempts at bringing us down!"

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

Don't you even worry about us Caboose, you focus on you right now! Like Mog said therapy might not be a bad idea, just someone who can really listen and give you a chance to vent healthily, and suggest ways to cope. And of course we're here as well and will do whatever we can!