Zak
Sounds of crunching metal and locking joints rang out from below the unsuspecting sniper, snagged in place by the snapping jaws of the two flaming hounds which bite down on its legs. A brilliant display of sparks and bits of molten metal sprayed out from the titanium body of Marquise as the white hot flaming saber sliced clean through the lower half of its abdomen. The sparks cascaded to the ground, snuffed out by the dirt as the sniper's upper half slowly slid off to the right, falling to the ground in a heap with a metallic clatter. A dim red hue emanated from the edges of the horizontal slice below its abdomen. Severely tattered by the previous spray of fire and shrapnel released by the exploding rocks, the robot's arms broke off from the impact of the fall, collapsing into bits beside what was left its body.
Marquise was positioned to see the two fiery hounds as they released its legs and approached the optical lens that was its eye. Suddenly they halted, stopped by the sharp sound of a whistle piercing the dull roar of the distant surrounding chaos. "Oi, thas' enough! He's valuable..." Behind the withdrawing hounds, Marquise could see the approaching legs of the one who felled him. "We've gotta be gentle with the lad." Slightly scuffed black dress shoes and dark blue pants were all the optical processors of the machine could make out as the angel sauntered over. At least it was until he stepped up and crouched down, tilting his head to match the orientation of the fallen machine. It could faintly see the red tattoo on Zak's wrist as his sleeves slightly rose. "Er...whatever ye sexually identify as ye bloody toaster." His tone was slightly biting as he flicked the snipers intricate looking lens. "Wha' no bzzt's? No beep's?...Huh...Ah don see whas'so precious about some ro-butler lookin' sniper..."
Zak stood up, placing his foot on the chest of the fallen machine, and with a squint in his eye from the sting of the demonic haze, he looked into the distance stoically, raising a hand into the air as the tinted breeze rushed past him, wafting through his loose fitting clothing and scarlet hair. He stood there....for several moments....staring at nothing. One of the hounds at his side whined, tilting its head at its creator. "No no...now jus wait fer it..." Another couple of silent moments passed, interrupted only by the sound of the large flame golem sluggishly emerging from the charred treeline, breaking down the brittle trunks and branches that stood in its path. "It's comin...it's....yea....and...." The faint silhouette of a tumbling object carried on the harsh breeze emerged from above. Zak reached out, stretching slightly, but alas managed to snag the object; his jacket, from the air by its collar, slinging over his shoulders haughtily. "....ye failed ye service check by the way..."
Assisted by the humanoids, one tall and one small, the fiery golem shoveled soil and fallen debris into a massive flat toothed maw which hung open across its belly. A large tongue lapped up the material, absorbing it into its body and creating a kind of cooled molten rock cavity in place of a stomach. A geyser of black smoke and cinders shot out from a small mouth across the golem's amorphous head, billowing out like a freight train as it lumbered forward toward Zak and his captive. "Eat up tiny." Declared the angel, stepping off the head and torso that was Marquise. With greedy hands outstretched, the large golem moaned in glee as it trudged forward, shaking the ground with each heavy step as it quickly closed the distance toward what was left of the sniper. Marquise could see the chilling display of the massive beast clambering for it, swiftly snatching it up by the sides and tossing it into the gigantic cooled, but still very warm, molten rock maw. With a frightening snap, the golem locked its jaws together over Marquise sealing it away in its prison of a gullet. One of Zak's hands emerged from his coat, producing a small rice paper joint which he pursed in the corner of his mouth before moving forward with the seven of his fiery servants in toe.
"Hmmm..." A couple seconds passed as the Zak clone thought profoundly. The moment quickly passed however as he drew the spear back. "Ah'm gonna go with no." Without any further hesitation, the clone launched the flaming spear forward with a strained heave. However something darted out of nowhere, shooting through the air at the clone. The rush of motion distracted the clone, causing him to release the projectile early. Roaring flames trailed behind the spear as it hurtled through the air, zipping past the encumbered demon and splitting into a massive spray of smaller spears just behind him. A flurry of destruction exploded out from the terrain behind him in a large radius several hundred feet across, coating the earth in more flames to add to the distant surrounding inferno. Large chunks of flaming Archadian earth rained down coloring the land in bright reds and oranges. The clone turned swiftly, but it was too late as the skeleton collided with his legs...and kept going. The flames that made up the clones body acted almost exactly like normal flames, flickering over the body and armor of Bonesword as he grabbed at fire and hot air, the momentum carrying clean through the emanation of Zak. "Wha...Whassat then?!" Shouted the clone in an irate tone. "Ye made me miss ye...ye...skeleton?" Confusion riddled Zak as he raised a fiery eyebrow. "...Torag?" He scratched his head. "Ah...Ah thought ye were on our side..."
"Whas um....whas going on here lads?" The voice of the actual Zak rang out over the small group as he called out to them from against a tree. He stood, one hand in his coat, and the other twirling the gun cane that was the late Marquise rifle. The clone and Zak looked at each other. "Crap..." Uttered the clone. "The hell are ye doin here?! Ah sent ye after the bloody sniper ages ago..." The clone raised his arms in a bewildered manner. "Ah was right on top o' the weasel Ah swear! But he escaped my attacks like they didn't exist...then Ah came across a flock of harpies so Ah had to find a short cut...then there was this sex robot..." Zak grabbed at the bridge of his nose. "Oh here we go...why did Ah have to send me? Ah never get anythin' done..."
Redirecting his attention toward the demon and the skeleton, Zak sighed and drew in a puff of smoke from the joint at the edge of his lips. "Wait a skeleton?" Realized Zak, almost coughing as he saw Bonesword among the rest. "....Issat Torag?" He shook his head. "No..no...wait never mind it's jus' some other bone head. Sorry. Ye all look the same to me." An oblivious expression crossed the clones face as the fiery hounds and the serpent emerged from the charred thicket on various sides. "Uh...?" "Lets jus' wrap this up please. Ah've got places to be...Ah'm pretty sure Ah do anyway." Declared Zak interrupting his clone before removing his free hand from within the coat and materializing a saber of white and gold flames, eyes set to Henry. His clone followed suit, eyes set to Bonesword. "May Ah have this dance?" Asked Zak toward the demon, motioning toward Bastion who hung over his shoulder, now kicking and screaming.