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Significance

I'd play a significance!

Significance

I really like this idea. I'd be interested in jumping on this bandwagon.

Fantasy's Shattering

howdy.

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The Sigil had receded only to come back in full force as Mal pressed all of his added agility into leaping away from the heavy blast of the laser, barely getting away as he smelled part of his cape burnt by the heavy collection of energy. The snakes followed him, still surrounded by the shadows since his hands never left his belt. He landed on his feet, only to be shaken off balance as the man landed on the ground. He stumbled slightly at first before blood-red eyes flashed towards the armoured man. His mind quickly mapped the scene, keeping track of the knocked-down Sable, the Taskmage behind him, the devil worshipper at his side – and the Sapphire Guardian in front of him.

He patted his pocket, feeling the dark chain of his medal like it was an uncomfortable itch. He might be a good target for Oblivion. But I’d need to get him immobile first. Maybe the others would assist?

“Snakes. Pull at his feet, take him off balance.” He ordered as the chains sprang to life once more and rushed towards the man. Like constrictors, the chains rushed towards his legs and wrapped around them with the hopes of knocking him off balance. Mal kept his hands planted firmly on the chains. The sigil on his neck continued to spiral outwards until it was a dark swirl on the side of his neck. The spirit was tugging at his energy, but it would still be a while before he felt full effects.

Unlike the monster the day before, the Sapphire Guardian caught him at the peak of his energy. If he could get the man incapacitated soon, there was a possibility that Oblivion would knock him out for a maximum of a couple days.

“Try and get the gun away from him. If we can keep him still, I think I can solve this problem.” Mal asked, “It’s your call really, but there’s something that I’ve been itching to try out again.”

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The spirit buzzed violently through his body. Even after a night of rest, it still seemed on edge at the limit. With a loud snarl, the Sigil receded back to its origin point as Mal pushed himself back up onto his feet. He casually glanced at the houses around him and cursed under his breath.

It occurred to him that children might have been injured in his burst. That was shameful. He was about to give a piece of his mind to the muscular woman who had the audacity to trigger this event when the flickering of blue energy caught his attention. His head lifted up with the rest of his body as blood trickled to the ground, and immediately his eyes snapped into a harsh stare.

Now Mal realized his initial confusion. This “Taskmage” was an enemy of the Sapphire Guardian? Mal had his targets confused. The man may have been a dick, but he wasn’t an oppressive force.

And any enemy of the Imperium was an ally of his.

He ignored the stares of the older man as he reigned in the power of the spirit. It was an involuntary reaction more than anything. The spirit would severely overreact to the pain an attack would cause and lash out violently against whoever caused it and whoever was in the area. While the faces and the timestamp felt foggy, he could still clearly remember the headmaster with his body split in two when he “tested” the experiment by smacking him in the side.

But Mal was back again once more as the sigil’s lines fell back into the point and his predatory grin appeared at full force.

“The Sapphire Guardian,” Mal cackled under his breath as his hands latched onto the chains at his side. That cannon would be more than enough to wipe all of them out. He could not take on that power himself, of that much he was aware.

God, what he’d give to go back to tracking people down, stalking them into alleys and tearing them apart before they were even aware of what was going.

“Mr. Eye-Patch, I appear to have misjudged your intentions," Mal grinned, “I tend to get touchy around pushy people. They make me think of the Imperium, which makes me think of the squishy organs I’ve pulled out of people who hurt others to get what they want. So, unless that’s in your career path, I’ll be out of your hair after we rip this guy to shreds.”

Mood whiplash was pretty common when it came to Mal. While it usually took more convincing to prove that you weren’t super oppressive, it became a lot easier when you were both on the opposite end of the same cannon.

Then Mal’s eyes snapped to the girl who had set off the spirit in the first place. “As for you, be careful. Your aura already makes the shadow antsy, and it really hates being jostled around…”

At last, his head tilted back to the man in the armour in front of them. His eyes glowed ominously as he stood with his jagged grin.

His hands wrapped gently around his chains as he stared at the man. Darkness spiraled around the chains as he stared at the man.

“Crowley, Naga. Arise.”

The spikes at the ends of his chains rose to the same height as his head. He stared down the cannon like he wasn’t afraid in the slightest.

But he was seriously hoping that the others would not leave him in the dust, because otherwise he was pretty sure he wouldn’t surprise.

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Dissipation. One wave then they're gone. It was inspired by the image I used for appearance.

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Ehh, I'll tighten the reins eventually. Mal will figure out there's bigger fish to fry and go off in his own direction - if I make it so he becomes an effective deuteragonist.

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@Zoldyck Oh I noticed....

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Nah, the dome was smart. Mal'd probably want to kill him ASAP.

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(OOPS IGNORE THIS POSTING MISTAKE)