Open Season (Open RP)

((the contents of this post may be seen as extreme to some people, if so please inform me and i will do a rewrite, just trying to stay true to the nature of the toon involved but will change if people have a problem with it, thank you))

A few days after Tomb's bounty is annouced, St Martial alleyway

The thugs closed in on the man in the alley. His black tuxedo made him look rich, but it was spoilt by the blonde short mohawk on his head. He'd gone in with a woman, but now there was no sign of her. The thugs leader recognised the man as a former skull, but his tux had born the crest of Bathory on it, and they wanted the money on his head. Slowly they moved into the alley, blocking off both exits, trying hard not to make a sound.

Twelve men, all armed. 6 with pipes and similar melee weapons, the others had pistols with silver bullets. The man turned to the closest, a man with a big lead pipe. The thug jumped, then took a firm grounding and shouted in a shaky voice "your coming with us vampire! if you know whats good for ya!". His fellows looked at him in admiration.

Their look soon turned to horror though, as the man's head hit both sides of the alleyway at the same time, slit in two by a tendril from their target's arm. The skull looked around at them and smiled before saying in a calm voice "So you think you can take me with pipes and pistols? you want to collect the bounty on my head?". As he speaks his skin starts to stir and change, becoming enveloped in a writhing black mass with red pulsating veins across it. Once the skin settles again, the man does not smile, for his has no mouth to smile with, only black pupiled eyes, shining in the darkness. "Well she did too, she underestimated me, and now...hehehe, now she suffers utter torment for it". As he says this, a woman, naked and shaking, appears out of his chest and falls halfway to the floor, before being sucked back in. "no escape, no relief".

The Parasite Knight lashes out as he finishes speaking, the dumb struk thugs unable to move, fear seizing their legs, as four of them are cut in half. He moved quickly and gripped a man with a pistol by his throat and crushed his neck, breaking it and destroying his wind pipe. As the man choked, his fellow began to fire at Parasite, the bullets impacting on his back. Parasite dropped the man, turning with a snarl at the remaining six men.

Two pipes came towards him, and he cought them both, using one to smash it's wielder's head inwards, the other he threw away and set a tendril into the second man's gut, slicing downwards to spill his insides onto the pavement. Parasite then releases a large amount of dark energy, knocking the remaining four gunmen off their feet. His tendrils snaked forth and wrapped around two of the men, pulling them off the ground and then slamming them into the walls of the alley.

Parasite walked calmly past the two swinging men, toward their two remaining fellows. As his two victims bodies were broken, he dropped them. "Now, which of you two will I consume, and which will I let live to tell others not to mess with the court? lets see?" He takes a coin from the pocket of one of the thugs and tosses it up. As both men watch the coin, Parasite lunges and attack the man on the right, holding him tight, the man slowly slides into Parasite's body, the skin moving aside to reveal a dark red void. The man screams in unimaginable agony as he moves inside, the screams being echoing down the dark alley and into the night, until Parasite's body reforms, and the man is gone.

Parasite looks down at the final man, cowering in the corner. "spread the word, this bounty has broken our chains. If you thought what we were before was bad, you havent seen anything yet" And with that, he jumps, sending himself high up and out of sight, disappearing into the buildings around them.

Steel Canyon, unknown apartment

Leon looked up as a printed page dropped into his lap.
"Hmn...You're brothers been busy, I see," he said to Maria as she walked around the back of the deep red sofa he was lounged on. He peered over his glasses at the message. "Heh. Newcastle? I would have figured something a little more up-market would have been more their forte. Certainly more pompous, too..."
"Maybe their getting desperate," Maria shrugged, flopping on the sofa opposite, shuffling her dense black dressing gown into a more comfortable position before picking up the laptop she had left on the coffee table and opening it again.

Leon smirked, reading the short message again. It held little more than confirmation of where the Council had been, and that there had only been nine of them.
"Always does a good job at getting his facts, does Lawry," he muttered quietly.
"Internet, Dad. The wonders of modern technology. People talk, people see things and, nine times out of ten, someone will post something on the net. Maybe you should try and get that old book of yours promoted, or something," Maria shot back, not looking up from the laptop where her fingers were flying across the keys.
"Maybe. Maybe...up to much?" her father shot back, glancing over.
"Writing. Messaging Richard back in London, letting him know that I will be back sometime-"
"Good name. Sounds like a solid chap."
"-ordering a few more blades and some extra-armour-"
"More? A man can make a sword last centuries if he puts his mind to it-"
"-and cheats like you do, Dad; some new boots-"
"That's hardly the point."
"-and checking up some more leads on this 'Open Season'."
"The one that has supposedly ended?"
"Supposedly. Seems someone wants it to keep going."
"Ah-ah, hence the swords and armour?"
"No, Dad. I like swords and armour. That's all."
"Capital. You make me proud, both of you. By the way, did you find out if Lawry had actually found himself a young lady yet?"
"Dad!"
"Just saying..."

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Thursday 7th October 2010 23:14pm

Adam Moore, more commonly known as his heroic name Storm, had just walked out of the front door of the Nighthunters new headquarters.
They had moved recently from their hideout in Steel canyon because of the recent Circle of Thorns attack, usually they used a teleportation unit in the basement to leave, this way no-one saw a nighthunter leave and put two and two together.
Tonight however his mind was elsewhere.

Adam immediately rose from the ground, flying up into the sky he looked in the direction of Steel Canyon, darting forwards towards his target, the Steel Canyon University.
Tonight there was talk of Tomb, a little girl with a foul mouth and the mind of a psychotic genius. He had met a little girl like that in Pocket D the other night, after some talking he remembered her, everything he had once known about her came flooding back, though he decided to keep this to himself while playing dumb to Lucard and even Tomb herself.
He did manage to slip her a card as to call him if she needed him, maybe she would, maybe not, he hoped she would.

Adam knew however, that something was going on.
He knew Tomb from his earlier days, he knew how it had all ended, she became Sarah Mc Kensie, her adoptive sister Jenny had decided to take care of her after a lengthly stay in a hospital, a happy ending, they were a family, ready to live out their lives in peace once more.
This is what bugged Adam so much, if Sarah was living happily ever after now, who was the girl at the bar?
She looked like Tomb, acted just like her and didnt even seem to react to the name Sarah or Jenny, heck she didnt even recognise Adam....but it couldnt be Sarah, he had made sure to keep an eye on her, to see that she was still safe and being cared for.

Adam reached the city limits of Steel canyon, heading straight for the university he flew in between the buildings, looking at his reflection in the windows he noticed the brightly glowing amulet around his neck, his Nighthunters amulet. He was so preoccupied with Tomb he had forgot to put it back underneath his shirt when he left the base.

Placing his hand around it he thought back to this evening events, the Trial of Morality, his words about Alexia, he closed his eyes and smiled, tonight had been a good night, if Sarah was where she should be then this new girl was a mystery, but it did mean Sarah herself was safe and accounted for, yes....tonight could be a good night.

Adam felt something crash into his back, sending him forwards into the glass, cracking it as he did he spun around quickly, a fist hit his face, knocking his head back into the glass again, the sharp edges sticking into his face.
He saw two fists joined into one brought down on him, sending his hurtling towards the ground at incredible speed.
He hit the floor hard, cracking the pavement slightly. He tried to get up but a hand grabbed at his throat before he could, pushing him back into the buildings wall as tiny pieces of glass fell around him.

He looked at his attacker in shock, at the attack and who was attacking him.
"Erez'Zul...."
The words came as nothing louder than a whisper as Erez'Zuls hand tightened around his throat.
Erez'Zul's eyes were full of hate, his teeth gritted, he brought his other fist into Adams stomach then pulled both arms back, letting Adam fall a little.
He brought both his hands forward again, mere centimetres from Adams body as a jet stream of flames erupted from his hands, scorching the wall black.
Adam screamed in pain as his body burned, his clothes were being reduced to ash.
Erez'Zul stopped his attack, letting Adam fall once more, his entire body collapsing on the ground. Slowly he moved his head so he could see Erez'Zul's face, he looked into his eyes and asked a simple question.
"Why...."

Adam managed to push up quickly, his fist rising from the ground aimed directly at Erez'Zul, golden lightning swirling around it, unfortunately it was stopped mid swing, Erez'Zul caught it in his right hand, black lightning was crackling around it, seemingly overwriting the golden lightning. He stood there for a moment, a look of utter disgust on his face for Adam.
He then hit Adam in the face again with his left hand, then pulling his arm back he sliced at his neck with the metal spikes attached to the gauntlets on his wrists.
Holding him against the wall by the neck again, Erez'Zul spoke.
"You...have an heir..."
Adams eyes widened as he suddenly realised why he had been attacked by someone who rarely fought, Erez'Zul was a manipulator, someone who never really got his hands dirty, and when he did, more often than not, he held back, not wanting anyone to ever get a true gauge of his power.
Tonight however, he had unleashed a savage attack on Adam within city limits, and now Adam knew why.
"Before you had a daughter, but now she has a family of her own, its the only explanation i can come up with...i was the rightful heir to the Guardians power, now...there is another, THAT. IS. UNNACCEPTABLE!"
Erez'Zul brought a knee to Adams chest, then procceded to punch him continuously with both fists, the blades on his wrists cutting at Adam every now and again.
Adam didnt bleed, but he felt every slice into his skin, he couldnt move.
When he was flying he had no defences up, Erez'Zul could give him a run for his money at full strength, at this point he was completely defenceless.

"It ends..."
Erez'Zul pulled back his right arm, a blade of flame erupting from his hand, he plunged it into Adams stomach.
Adam froze, he couldnt move, couldnt feel, the moonlight grew dimmer, the sword travelled upwards, from his stomach to his chest as Adams hands began to shake.
The flaming blade cut through the string keeping his amulet around his neck.
It fell to the ground, rolling a little bit before falling flat on the floor, its bright glow went a little dimmer, slowly fading until all that was left was darkness.

Blade was on patrol in Founders when the Adam's distress hit him across the amulet. With all speed, he headed towards Steel Canyon, landing at the incident site.

His Armour began a scan of the area, but found nothing to indicate where Storm had gone or who had attacked him. Blade picked up Storm's amulet, left laying on the ground.

Not wasting any time, Blade began a search of the local area, knowing he was unlikely to find anything, and then headed back to base, hoping to report what he found.

An underground lab, La Isla de la Muerte Insólito, early morning.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, the hospital like smell sharp over the musky scents of cave moulds and wet sand. In front of a large glass tube stands a child, a little girl, she is waring a lab coat and consulting a data pad. Within the tube, floating in a pale blue gel, a large muscular naked man floats, he gives her a thumbs up, and a grin from behind his breathing mask.

She walks away over to a row of computer terminals, typing away, the blue within the tube begins to intensify and glow, she pauses feeling something brush against her cheek, taking a little black key fob from her pocket she clicks it and turns.

“Hello again Brother.” Her voice is cold as she looks over her sibling.

He’s dressed in a black, faintly organic looking armoured suit that either clings to his muscles, or gives the impression that he has them, his head is free of the suit, his perfectly kept blonde hair, his arrogant blue eyes and his dismissive sneer all speak of a man who believes himself untouchable.

“Hello my sweet little sister, it’s taken me ever so long to track you down.” His words were kind, but his tone icy cold.

“You really should have taken the hint brother.” She shook her head

“And you should learn a little respect Sarah” he raised his hand to her

And nothing happened, his eyes expressed a little bafflement, he tried again, and again nothing happened. Sarah started to laugh manically.

“Oh you really shouldn’t of come here, I’ve turned off your powers by the way, set up several psionic disruptors, dreadful little things really, just brains in jars really.” Her eyes were full of a sadistic glee

“I don’t need my powers to teach you your proper placegirl” he began to approach her, eyes cold and expression grim as he flexed his fingers and balled them into fists.

He got to take two steps forward, until there was a whizzing sound and he went stumbling sideways, a rose of flame forming on the side of his head as his hair sets alight, another whizzing sound and he falls the opposite way, flames flickering at his ribs, he coughs and a rush of blood spills out.

“Seriously, are you that arrogant that you thought I would be alone brother? That ******* stupid?” she laughs taking a stop watch from her pocket “I give it a minute until your internal bleeding triggers your suits teleport function, let’s see how fast my friends can make.”

He rose to his feet, looking up wards as something screamed above him, there was a flash of silver claws.

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Several technician’s and lab assistants were in the process of cleaning the laboratory later that day, dropping little shovelfulls of a special chemical powder that ate up blood, while others worked with mops to remove the powder.

A serious faced lead scientist approached Sarah, he had one robotic leg and an extended robotic eye, so he was fairly normal for a mad scientist in that respect. He hands her a data slate, on which four different portraits can be seen.

“These are the possible candidates for the type four power set.” His voice had a slightly eastern European hint to it, like all the best mad scientists do.

“Excellent arrange for them to be read for personal evaluation, say thirteen hundred hours? No… make that fourteen hundred hours, I deserve a longer lunch break today.” She smiled at the scientist as she pockets the slate.
“Miss Tomb, if I may be so bold as to ask why only four of them? We have many suitable candidates so why not raise an army of gloriously powered soldiers!” his voice went extra mad science towards the end, which made Sarah smile.

“You’ve never played Pokémon have you Grunheld? You’ve got to have an Elite Four before the final fight.” She grins and laughs, a mad science laugh which has Grunheld and the other mad scientists’ joining in until soon the whole room is laughing like maniacs

The Rusty Rivet, New Overbrook, Friday Evening, 8th October.

Patsy Crusher quirked a brow at the man in front of her as she sipped away at her pint, taking the opportunity given to her by attempting a curious and intimidation look to count the corn rows on his head.

"Start talkin', Wilf." the immortal piped up. "It's not every day the Group comes to me for a job, and every time they do..."

"It's always the kind of job none of us want to do." Wilf answered, pushing his glasses up.

Patsy's intimidating face morphed into a simple frown. "So, who's it you want me to tear a new one this time?"

"Read the file." Wilf answered, pointing to the A4 document wallet on the table in front of her beer mat.

So she did. Then after a few seconds her table flew up to the cieling, leaving her to rush for Wilf's collar and pin him to the wall before it came crashing down again. Not taking into account, of course, the fact that it rooted itself up there for some time.

"The flamin' hell are you playin' at, eh?" the immortal snarled. Despite being pressed against a wall that was either slowly buckling under the force of Patsy's anger or -it- was slowly breaking his back, Wilf kept his ice-cold cool. "There's no way I'm taking this job!"

"Please, Patsy." The man answered. "Haven't you been paying attention? She's beyond help."

"He's right." someone added behind her. Patsy glanced back and noticed a blonde woman, not natural, and not a day over 25, standing authoritatively. Well, as authoritatively as one can appear with a well-knitted poncho over oneself. "This girl's beyond help. Beyond redemption. The fact of her recent atrocity should, ideally, have cemented this by now. There -is- no saving her, Miss Crusher. If she falls into the hands of America's justice system, she'll likely only walk free again to take more lives and ruin even more."

"At the very least, Pasty," Wilf croaked, still maintaining his calm. "Do think about it."

Patsy remained still, waiting for her table to finally peel itself from the ceiling and come crashing down beside the woman, throwing up chunks of varnished wood in all directions. The woman appeared either oblivious or ignorant to the table fragments zooming past her legs as she along with Wilf awaited her answer.

Patsy's answer was clear the moment she dropped Wilf onto his behind and picked up the file from among the shattered wood, but she made it as perfectly clear as possible. "I'll... think about it. I'm not makin' any flamin' guarantees, mind! Just so we're clear on that, alright?"

"Yes, yes." Wilf choked, catching his breath. "Just call us in 24 hours with your decision. It'll be more than enough time to read that file and come to an... acceptable conclusion."

Patsy merely nodded and started for the door. Just as she swung the exit into New Overbrook open, she turned to Wilf one last time to add something.

"You've changed, you know that? The Wilf Hilmarsson I ran into back in Miami wouldn't have sent people to pull this kind of... he wouldn't be sitting where you are right now asking me to assassinate a kid!"

Patsy then stormed out, slamming the door with such force that any wall ornaments that hadn't fallen off when the table struck the ceiling certainly did so this time. The two of them merely stood watching what remained of the door collapse back onto the floor.

"And tell Corman to get his staff out of his flippin' backside already!"

The woman raised a brow. "Do you think she'll really take the job?"

"Of course she will, Carly." Wilf answered as he picked himself up from the splinter-ridden floor. "Because once she's gone over that file, she'll know the right course of action. Now, shall we move onto our next order of business?"

"Yeah, about that? Can you go on without me? I really can't stand Donna at all, to be honest."

Rogue Isles, beneath St Martial

The room was dark, mostly due to the abscence of any real form of light. Various monitors gave a residual, eeries blue or green glow, test tubes and complicated, pressure sealed apparatus added many strange hues to the ambient glow...
And there were the eyes, eyes that burned and froze like the agony of a dying star even as they scanned the page in front of it.

"And this information is accurate?"
The man stood in front of the large desk and workstation setup nodded quickly. That damn voice again...like tombstones and gravebells, only without the latters cheer and charm.
"Yessir. Thats every known detail 'bout her, stuff that folks have dredged up."
"A 'Mad scientist', as you humans say?"
"Yessir."
'You humans'. That was another unsettling thing, right there.
"Intruiging. Very well...she may prove to be of some use."

The figure stood, and the informant felt compelled to take a step back. Eight foot of black and indigo armour, hood and cape should not move like that. It should look....ponderous, awkward. Real. Not almost gliding like some sort of monstrous shadow.
The eyes fell on him.
"Your usefulness would have been rewarded again...were it not for your failure."
"F-failure? Whatcha mean f-"
"You have been negotiating with Arachnos, trying to broker safety and money in exchange for my location following the last...disagreeement I had with them. You have broken our contract, Lucian. And thus you have failed me."

The man tried to speak, tried to run, tried to breath. Anything, except stare into those eyes, eyes like doorways into the black, crushing abyss itself, surrounded by the purple glow of a brooding galaxy.
The figure moved with oiled grace, crossing the space in an instant. Lucian looked down, shock registering on his face as he saw one massive, gauntleted arm was passing clean through his chest. And yet, apart from a slightly chilly sensation, there was no pain, no ill effect at all, in fact-

The arm solidified. There was a horrific sound, the sound made by organic matter being displaced instantaneously by a more solid mass. Fingers arched, the towering shadow withdrew the arm with terrifying speed. Lucian's face drained of all colour, the only sound a choked little croak as what felt like his entire front exploded after the arm. The last thing he saw was what looked like a small, pale blue flame, balanced delicately on the shadows blood-coated fingers. And then the darkness rushed up, drawing him down and consuming him utterly.

The Nightwalker stood for a moment, calmly regarding the collapsed corpse, before he turned his gaze to the pale life essence caught on his fingertips.
"Interesting. That is what you are, Miss Tomb."
The flame twirled helplessly, before it was siphoned sharply into the abyssal depths of the black hood.
"Very Interesting..."

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Lucard waited in his room, dismantling and rebuilding his pistols over and over, just to keep himself calm. It had gone on too long and he could still hear the laughter in his head. He wasnt sure if he was going crazy with the rage Tomb, or the elf Moril, or the drell creature. He wasnt even sure if he was going crazy at all.

His phone beeped and he looked at the message.
It read "Request of transfer denied. However request to hunt down Tomb accepted. Arrest, detain and bring to us. Lethal force if authorised. Kill her if need be. You have the backing of the Empire.
V.
P.S. Good luck and good hunting"

Lucard smiled and reassembled his pistols. Time to finish the preparations.

Streets of Steel Canyon, Monday Evening, 11th October

Emerald walked without any real purpose through the streets of Steel Canyon. Her black and green wings fluttered slightly in the night wind and she idly swung a tiny impractical bag that matched her pale cocktail dress a she went on her way, her mind elsewhere. It had been an odd night. She was often hired out by assistants or other underlings for their bosses’ business dinners but today had been different.

The request to wear the dress and makeup provided wasn’t an alien one to the sometimes escort, a lot of the rich and powerful were very particular in their tastes and their events had to be ‘just so’ down to the woman adorning their arm for the night. The fact her ‘date’ for the evening had been some sort of lich, a magician just about cheating his death through magics, hadn’t passed her either. Nor had the request that they slip away somewhere more private after the meal. It was all part of the job...

The seizure induced in the well dressed man after one brief stolen kiss was what had caught her so sublimely offguard. A brief touch of their lips and he’d been writhing in agony on the floor cursing her name. It had been then that the man’s subordinate that had hired her turned up and it had all fallen into place. She’d helped an embittered minion claim overthrow his master and claim one of the ‘Open Season’ counter-bounties put in place by Tomb.

She was still unsure how to feel over being used, she’d had a good number of additional notes thrust in her direction as the still twitching man was dragged away. She wondered what she would have said if she’d been told the more exact terms of what she was getting into in advance. She also wondered about the lipstick, that something could be concocted that it wouldn’t effect her but would take the lich down was a notion that only birthed more thoughts. That it was possible to take down some men, and women, with something as simple as a kiss, the amount of people she could be used to harm. It was both a terrifying thought and also a little exciting. She’d never personally assassinated anyone and she loved the adrenaline buzz of a new experience.

But, she silently questioned, was it right? Life was short enough for most without her meddling.. She’d not thought a jot on the bounties, save the safety of those closest to her, until now. Now she had an ethical debate raging in the back of her mind and wanted more than anything to set aside her conscience for just a while.

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Somewhere is St. Martial

Kimiko idly fiddled with a small metallic cube covered in buttons and blinking lights as she relaxed on a comfortable sofa. "So, don't you feel the slightest bit tempted?" She questioned her compaion who sat with their back to her at the other side of the room. Playfully she threw the cube up in the air and caught it again, a smile curling her lips. "You hid away for so long and now there's chance to strike back. Get some revenge, kill some monsters, make some cash"

Slowly the young man on the other side of the room stopped his work, the tools on his crab backpack falling silent. "You're the only one that came after me.." Shop quietly countered "..everyone else wanted Game" he added risking a glance over at his one time captor, now friend. Immediately he regreted it as she stretched out languidly, her small shirt riding up further.

Hiding his embaressment at looking by quickly returning to his crafting he cleared his throat before continuing "What about you? Are you going to carry on messing with the hunters or are you going to join in the monster hunting for profit?"

"It was never about the money" Came a purred reply "that was just a happy bonus! me and my boys aren't needing many upgrades these days." Slowly her metallic cat ears gave a small twitch "...and was that an attempt to get me helping your Hyenas?"

"They're not mine they're.." '...dad's' he silently finished his sentence as Kimi cut him off.

"Word is Aquis is wanting to train you to run it, and you'll need new talent, especially through and after all of this Open Season stuff. Sure you want your brother to be there but you have to hold the fort 'til then" Stretching again she watched his back closely as she referred to 'Game as shop's brother, but yet again she found herself without a telling sign from the young man. All this time and she'd still been unable to work out what the relationship between the two men was and why they were keeping it so quiet.

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In a pocket dimension belonging to the mage Erez'Zul

Through the fire itself Erez'Zul appeared within the room, a dark room except for one wall, a bright fire coming from a long row of cages.
As Erez'Zul began to walk towards the cages the fire behind him slowly died down, though it looked like fire it was actually a portal to this pocket dimension.
His eyes darted back and forth between the cages, looking past he hordes of trapped demons for one thing in particular, or rather, one man in particular.
He suddenly became frantic, looking back and forth now he suddenly realised the man he was looking for wasnt there.

He hurried to his throne room and stopped dead at the door, seated before him was a figure cast in shadow, his face was hidden except for his glowing red eyes, slowly the figure leaned forward slightly, his face remaining hidden while his hands became visible, they were wrinkled like that of an old man, thin and long.
"Erez'Zul....welcome home"
The voice echoed around the room.

Erez'Zul held his head a little higher, slowly taking a few steps towards the figure, an air of caution about him.
"You...managed to get free then, i suppose i shouldnt be surprised..."
"No!"
The figure silenced Erez'Zul with this one word.
"You shouldnt be surprised at all, you have seen first hand what i am capable of, what i can do"
Erez'Zul stopped walking forward, becoming slightly nervous while trying not to show it, lightly grabbing his cloak with his hand just to stop himself from showing any signs of being nervous.

"You...didnt try to escape then, or did you only manage to break free a moment ago?"
The figures voice boomed through the throne room now.
"Dont act the superior to me Dominic!"
Erez'Zul's eyes flashed at the mention of his real name.
"This battle, this fight between us, at this moment in time...is meaningless, there is more at stake than you care to admit. It is because of this....that i ask a favour....."