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[Six]

((thanks for telling me, sleepy brain wasnt working to well, I'll make something up later))

[Darth Revan]

((Thanks for being understanding.))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

**Ossanlin**

Ossanlin senses a change in the Daemon as it leaps into the air.  His movement had already been committed, his Seraph Blades swept through clean air as the thing dodged.  He changes directions nimbly on his hooves, his tail lashing back and forth to run at the Daemon's landing place, but stops as the thing bellows some sort of dark-sounding chant, his wounded side healing up as the hell-hound multiplied.  

Ossanlin redoubles his mental attack, putting much more effort into it this time, trying to find a crack in the daemon's mental defenses as it concentrates on forming the new hell-hounds.  He sends spikes of energy pulsing at the thing...hopefully he could find a way in and make this fight a lot shorter than it was looking to be.

Ossanlin sends almost all of his concentration into the mental assault, and ignores the vampire-being's words.  If the idiot wanted to waste energy blathering on about being a better life-form, that was his choice.  It certainly would not garner a response from him.


**Celebrin**

So immersed in the Force, Celebrin quickly senses the Daemon's intent and changes his own movement in order to avoid being buffetted by the thing's body.  Instead of landing on the daemon, he rotates again in mid-air and kicks off of the thing's body as it passes to land on the ground, lightsaber held in his ready position.  He doesn't know exactly what the daemon is capable of and watches the strange dog-like creatures shift as the larger daemon chants some language that certainly could've passed for an ancient Sith dialect.

The Force reveals little to Celebrin as the monstrosity also seems to draw power from somewhere else beyond the Force.  The flying creature fighting the Daemon had an energy that 'felt similar to that of the Anzati, which gave Celebrin a rather uncharacteristic chill.  The Anzati-type being started going on about being a superior creature...well one of the first things a Jedi learned in political education was one of the most effective tools used when trying to get someone to see the proper way of thinking...perceive d acceptance of that being's misconceptions.  Let them think what they want to think and let them think you share their opinion, and they are more likely to listen.  Celebrin smiles to himself just a bit.  Serenity was always easy to hold fast to.

[Chad32]

As his whips continued tracking the hound's movements in order to snare them, the Vampire noticed no one was listening to him. He snarled a bit as he realised that he could not be allowed to go all out if these others were in the way. He would be punished severly if he did.

[Shenmue654]

Mar smiles during his perusal of the strange energy, noting that the demon appears to have summoned friends. What a pain in the neck. I'll have to make an attempt at those too, I suppose. Ossanlin is being helped by the Jedi, I think. I don't want to go near them, but I don't think I have a choice. ...right, let's see what I've come up with.

Mar sits up and begins darting through the air. This isn't as awkward for him as he expected, and it seems to work surprisingly well. There's one annoyance out of the way. I always hated walking.

Mar closes his eyes and clenches his fist. Part of the building slowly edges its way out of the wall...and then falls to the ground with a bit of a *Thump.* Mar smacks his forehead. Drat, that didn't really work out how I'd planned. But the fact that my mind naturally percieves this sort of thing anyway is an incredible boon to my attempts to get my powers back. I just need a bit of...practice with the mechanics. I'm used to pushing things around, not lifting them. I've never even needed to do that. ....why can't I remember?

Mar folds his legs idly in midair with a perturbed look on his face and attempts to practice moving and lifting the object he's made. He could do something like this even without the current, but it certainly makes it easier on his mind than it was before. Should use my own nature when lifting people. Harder on my energy levels, but much more effective. The real problem seems to be trying to make things out of nothing. I think it's possible...one of me was capable of it. At least with energy. But how?


Mar growls. When I'm competant again I'll show them ALL what I'm capable of. But for now I need to provide assistance to Ossanlin. Mar skids along the air towards the fight as quickly as he can hoping that things will work out correctly. I'd almost rather die, painful as that would be. Then my true nature would become obvious even to those who cannot sense such things...but this isn't the time. I must make an effort.


((Author's Note: x3 Arrogant people are fun to write. ))

[Six]

(Drak’Shal)

The Daemon felt the mental assault and being a Khornate Daemon, hated Psykers and anything to do with magick, he also did not have the mental defence of Tzeentchian Daemon and this assault caused pain. Great pain, and almost disrupted his Summoning of the Hounds, but they were already anchored to this place through him and they only flickered briefly before regaining their form.

At least he thought he had anchored all of them, the original, through which the others had been summoned, had had too much stress put on its form and it dissipated and sucked howling back into the Ether.

He roared his rage and frustration; striking out with a whiplash of hate, following the ‘trail’ back to where the mental attack originated.

One of the mortals lunged at him with a sword of bright energy; the Bloodthirster bellowed in hatred and bloodlust and moved to meet it. While still under the strain of the mental attack, Drak'Shal managed use a mental command to activate the twisted runes on his sword. They began glowing as he moved to block the attack

(Teh remaining Hounds)

The leashes struck the remaining Flesh Hounds and they howled and struggled against the sudden bonds, their brass collars began to glow and smoke as the daemons bound into the collars began working to destroy the bonds.

The Hounds began to darken as raw chaos energies seeped from the collars into them, the largest gave a terrifying howl and turned its fangs on the energy leash, beginning to devour it in order to be free.

The others began to follow suit, struggling against the bonds, they would break free, soon, and then they would attack.

[Darth Revan]

Parker sees the demon cringe from no where, but it still manages to bring up its sword. Parker energy sword clashes with the demon's, creating a flash and a shockwave, expelling Parker upwards into the air while also draining his shields.

Parker reorients himself once at the peak of his ascent. He takes aim at the back of the demon's head and pulls again. Charging once more.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

**Ossanlin**

Ossanlin feels a whiplash of energy backtracking along the current of his mental assault and quickly breaks the contact, but not quite fast enough apparently.  His mental barriers bend in and break as bright white light flashes across Ossanlin's vision and searing pain rips through his skull.  He staggers back, whips of mental energy snapping back into him, both Seraph blades clattering to the ground as he grips his face with both hands, his tail standing straight back from his body, muscles contracting uncontrollably.  Apparently he had gotten a cheap shot in, but he was paying the price.

Ossanlin steps back a few paces and barely manages to stay standing as his head pulses and throbs.  He finally opens his eyes again, his blurred vision beginning to clear.  The scene is still chaotic as he watches Parker thrown into the air, some sort of electrical field arcing around his armor...perhaps he had been damaged.  The fact that he had managed to score a hit heartened Ossanlin a bit, but he probably would not be able to do it again, or he would at the very least be down for the count.  He steps forward and picks up both Seraph katana again, holding them crossed in front of his body...this was not looking good, an improvement from impossible, but still not good.


**Celebrin**

Celebrin senses energy flows extending between the strange centaur creature and the daemon.  Powerful energies and only partly related to the Force.  He also senses the energy whips extending from the (Celebrin decided to think of the flying creature as Anzati) to the Sith hounds.  They had become quite distracted by the leashes, and possibly open to attack.  He turns from the Daemon and lunges toward the nearest confined hound, his lightsaber humming through the air as he aims to decapitate the dark animal.

Celebrin swung his saber in a smooth arc, but inside his serenity suffered a jolt as he sensed a third Force user...no, it was a bit different but so similar...another Jedi?  A Sith?  No, he realized the Force energies were extending from the human-like creature he had sensed earlier when he first entered upon the scene.  If he was coming to help, good, if not, it would have to be dealt with, but no matter his concern, the first thing that must be dealt with were the creatures in front of him...his saber continues uninterrupted at the Sith hound's neck.

[Shenmue654]

Mar reaches the creature and notices that it seems to be having quite a few problems of its own. An unknown party appears to have landed an attack on the demon, and it's obvious from where he is that the Jedi are in fact involved. Mar sighs irritably. At least this proves that my aura-sensing isn't broken. Mar circles the area, takes a deep breath, and attempts to charge his current short sword with energy. This works out better than he'd thought, with the short sword glinting an odd red color, although he doubts the weapon has anything near the power of the Jedi's unique beam weapon.

Mar glances up at the massive demon and realizes he'll need significantly more skill to attempt a shot at the creature, or at least a good opportunity with his own powers. Mar gets a cold smirk on his face. It might be worth causing myself significant damage in order to give that thing a little more than a flesh wound.

Mar then leaps at one of the bound dogs himself and attempts to slice it in half. It doesn't seem to be in a position to dodge him, but it is gathering some kind of dangerous power. He'll have to see.

[Chad32]

The Vampire realised normal energy would not hold the volatile beasts for long, so he began embuing them with his own special magics. He fused the leashes with the energies of death and decay. Upon contact, it would spread throughout any living body and destroy it from the inside over time. From the outside, the change would be evident if the leashed made contact with the grass. Even plant matter that it touched would wither and die. The skin of the hounds would begin to melt off, and their bones would become brittle and crumble. The time it took depended on a few things, but it wouldn't take more than ten minutes or so. Even regenerative effects would strain under the pressure of decay.

[Kit Zarris]

Frowns a little as the hound fades into the ground after splitting.  "Well that was slightly anticlimactic..."  Shakes his head a moment as he surveys the chaos ahead of him.  The new hounds were restrained and distracted.  The demon seemed to be off its guard as well, but there seemed to be too many taking advantage of that already to get a clean strike in.  For now it seemed prudent to take down another hound or two.

He darts forward towards one of the hounds on the outside of the main fighting.  He holds a dagger in his right hand at the ready, keeping it in clear view.  As he rushes forward he holds his left hand hidden behind him as it begins to silently glow red with energy.  As he nears the hound he makes a strike with the dagger that seems to invite the hound to attack.

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak had got distracted by something very shiny he had caught a glimpse of it when Skarfang hit him in the face Nazshak would still be hypnotized by the very shiny thing if Skarfang hadn’t stood in front of him holding Deffblasta he hread him mention it was good at killing stuff “Yeah dat fing is good at stomping.” Nazshak nodded his head and then walked back into the ship he began to look around ship looking for the supply case he had put his stuff. “Oi were da FRAK is my case of  stuff and why is da fighten stoped.” The were a few gun shots went off as Nazshak lost his temper at something in the ship

((I will be bringing a second char in soon))

[Six]

((Heh, the Hounds are not alive, nor are they dead. They are Chaos! The raw essence of the Warp given form))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((I feel bad for you Zombz...tracking posts from about seven different people, some with multiple characters.  >.>  ))

[Darth Revan]

((Well, she did bring it upon herself, bringing in her chaos monstrosities, whose only purpose is destruction.))