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[Myitt]

((Yeah that's really weird...maybe something to do with April Fool's Day?))

Myitt just barely misses the first swipe of Seran's deadly Hork-Bajir tail, feeling the breeze from it.  Far too close. 

<Stupid arm won't cooperate,> she growls, bringing her Dracon up with both hands.  She aims for a shot, but a Hork-Bajir steps up behind Seran and swings his arm at Seran, cutting him.  As Seran turns to snap at him she makes sure her shaking hands are aiming correctly. 

And then as he whips back around, Seran's bladed tail knocks into her--luckily the flatter side of the blades--sending her slamming into the bar counter.  She cries out through gritted teeth, pain radiating from her side. 

<No, no, no, no,> she whispers desperately.  Surrounded by Hork-Bajir and a crazy visser, and some lava creatures from hell.  No way it was going to end this way...not this easily...

Gasping, turning her back to the bar counter, she fires at Seran point blank.  Heat blasts the counter, curling the plastic shelac a little.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal struggles to sit up again, only to fall back immediately. "Hear what!?"

[Breekan1]

"Howlers!" Breekan shrieks, as if focusing on something very difficult. A voice laughs deep in the back of his skull as a lone Howler, having waded through the panicked Hork Bajiir in the bar, makes its way towards their door. He prepares his Crayak blaster with great difficulty. "They're here, they're apprrrroaching theyyyyy'rrrrererrrr-" the door flies open. A Howler at the top of the stairs. Breekan screams and fires, sending its lava flesh sizzling as its legs and lower torso disintegrate. It falls to the ground, and begins clawing forward. Its legs slowly begin to regenerate.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

"Where?!" she shrieks in response.

[Breekan1]

There's another surge of blackness across Breekan's fur, and he fires, smoking the Howler before it can reconstitute. He shudders, and looks at Shal. All that remains are a few splotches of gold. His eyes flicker between green and red. "Right there... There was one right there." He pants. There's a thick, purple coating on his tongue. He spits the violet bile onto the ground. He reaches back into his torso, and picks up two small, black metal claws attached to the electrode he's already wearing. He places one in each ear. He hears more Howlers heading towards the doorway. He presses a button on the electorde and the metal claws burrow into his ears, regurgitating blood, bone, and bits of brain before filling the holes up with a black tar that trickles over onto the ground.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stares open-mouthed at Breekan. "Oh god...you're changing! Get out of here! LEAVE NOW! He's making you hallucinate, he's making you lose yourself!"

[Breekan1]

Breekan tries to read Shal's lips. He makes out "get out" and "changing" and, in a moment of desperation, follows her advice. He tries to make his way out the door, before he's confronted by another two Howlers. Their claws scratch his belly as he leaps back. Blood drips from the wound as he aims his blaster.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal rolls over and pulls herself toward Breekan in a panic. Her voice shaking, she cries "What is HAPPENING TO YOU!?"

[Breekan1]

Shal's approach jostles Breekan, though he can't hear her. He looks down at her for a moment, puzzled, before adjusting his aim and firing at the Howlers. The blast takes out the right arm of one and the left of the other. They look at one another, briefly confused, before leaning inwards as their regenerating flesh fuses together. They laugh, jump down and tackle Breekan.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal tries to move out of the way as Breekan and howlers crash to the ground, but she's too slow. "BREEKAN! WEAPON NOW!" She claws at him, trying to find something to defend them with, knowing her own knife will be useless.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*feels his tail connect with Myitt's host as he grins to himself again.  He prepares for another blow, but sees the Dracon leveled at his face. He dives to the side, but the searing beam of light from Myitt's dracon splashes into his left shoulder, burning his host's flesh and causing him to emit a scream of agony.  It wasn't fatal, a glancing blow, but she must've had the beam modified somehow, it was more powerful and less focused than standard issue dracons.  At least at the setting she had it on.*

"AAAARRRH!"  *he tumbles across the floor and catches himself with his good arm, standing up quickly, pain searing through his left arm.  It was hanging limp, useless at the moment.  He grimaces as he works to unholster his own dracon, he had set it to incapacitate earlier as a forethought, he wouldn't want to disintigrate his promotion after all.*  "You'll pay for that, wretched traitor!"  *he levels his dracon at Myitt and pulls the trigger, but the same hork-bajir from before knocks his arm off tack, sending his shot slightly wide.  He brings a knee up to sink into the flesh of the other hork-bajir's right thigh, blocking another wild blow from the traitorous hork-bajir.*  "I don't know who you are, but you've chosen the wrong time to fight."  *he removes his knee blade and brings it forward and up again in another vicious jab, but the other hork-bajir dives out of the way, his leg dripping a great deal of blood.  Seran levels his dracon again at Myitt.*


Ossanlin:

*desperately claws his way back through the milling, near-panicked hork-bajir, earning a few nicks and cuts for his trouble, and emerges just in time to see Seran dive and spin around as Myitt catches his shoulder with a dracon blast.  The scream of pain was both troubling and satisfying as Ossanlin knew Seran's unwilling host was experiencing the agony as much as Seran.  Unlike Seran, he could not block out the pain.*

<<Myitt, again!  I'll distract him!>>

*he lunges as Seran levels his dracon at Myitt, and manages to knock his aim slightly off right before he fires, sending the beam slightly off to the side of it's intended course.  He suddenly feels a sharp pain in his thigh and grunts, realizing that Seran had sunk a knee-blade deep into Ossanlin's muscle tissue.  He bit down on his cry of pain and merely grunted, the blade twisting agonizingly in his flesh.  He attempts another wild slash at Seran's face, but his arm is easily intercepted by Seran's fore-arm.  Ossanlin grits his teeth in response to Seran's little speech and just as the controller removes his knee-blade in preparation for a more effective blow, he dives to the side, hoping he's bought enough time for Myitt to get another shot or get out of sight.*

[Myitt]

Myitt steps aside as the already glancing Dracon beam slices into the rafters, feeling only the heat from it.  She bites her lip as what must be either Ossanlin or an insane underling attacks Seran, distracting him just enough for her to level her Dracon at the visser.

<Jeez, Ossanlin,> she hisses silently.  He was getting pretty sliced up just to try and save her sorry tail.

Seeing Seran preparing to take another shot, she aims for Seran's Dracon arm and fires.  The pain from her wounded arm and her bruised side detracts from her aim a bit, but Seran is still practically breathing down her neck. 

 

[Breekan1]

Breekan screams, spikes spurting from all over his body. A haze of cackling red and black static surrounds his body, as the black consumes his fur completely and his eyes shine as two red twins of the Crayak. He stabs a Howler in the face with his arm-spike. Its lavaskin begins to grow around it, and it slashes at his arms.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*just as he begins to pull the trigger for another shot, Myitt's dracon spits out another red lance of energy.  The two energy beams meet right in front of Seran's outstretched arm, the heat radiating out and singing his good hand.  His dracon overloads and melts as he drops it quickly to avoid further burns to his host's already damaged body, the skin already starting to tingle from the fresh burn he'd just received.  It was much less serious than the one to his left arm, but it was enough to cause some pain.  He growls and throws himself at Myitt bodily, grabbing for her dracon hand to try and keep it incapacitated.*

Ossanlin:

*rolls across the floor, managing to limp to his feet just in time to see the dracon melt in Seran's hand.  He winces and grunts as blood seeps at a constant flow from the wounds on his body, especially the one in his thigh.  He watches feeling somewhat helpless as the controller lunges his entire body at Myitt.  Then has a moment of inspiration cursing himself for not thinking of it sooner.  He reaches down for his modified shredder, but it's not in his holster.  He looks around the bar quickly and sees it laying on the floor, it must have fallen out when he dove away from Seran and skittered into the corner where it was patiently waiting for him.  He looks back again at Seran flying at Myitt and is torn, but dives for his shredder, his thigh screaming with pain.*

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Must've been for April Fools, that was pretty clever.  :p))