Rep: Evening. I'm going to be setting up shielding. Basically I'll be wrapping soldiers in the essence of Ma'at itself.
Dusty nodded. "Sounds good. I can provide additional shielding, and healing." Maya pointed to Asmo. "You. Remember the big one? I've got big sacks of those in the basement. Grab those, place them on the catapults, and for the love of Luna, don't drop them." Asmo gave a salute. "Aye aye, ma'am!" He then extended tentacles from the ceiling into the basement, quickly pulling out several large, brown sacks. He laid them on his back and went outside to load the catapults up with very large, thick glass bottles, full of some red liquid.
Silver nodded. "I will get the Guard medics on it." ******************************************************** Nightshade sighed. "Excuse me for a second." She walked up to Az, frowning, and and quietly hissed "What the HELL were you thinking bringing that thing here?!"
"We need all the help we can get," Azrael hissed back. "I don't like it any more than you. But this near-mindless thrall may be of use."
"Well, I thought that was obvious. If she got too close, she'd probably bite his throat off." "Issues, Azrael?" Belial asked, in that uncanny colt voice. Azrael shook his head, then motioned him to go wait outside, which he obeyed without question.
As plans were being discussed, Blackened took this opportunity to ask for what may be his last Lemmy. "Hey Windsor?" he asked, not seeing the stool guy for a long time, "how about a usual Lemmy?"
"One for me, too," Raven said. Windsor, earlier stated as a being any player could control, made them their drinks. Raven held up her glass. "Cheers to victory?"
Raven clinked her glass to his and took a swig, wincing afterwards at the taste. Azrael finally made it through the chaos and over to Blackened, sitting down next to him. "Hello, Blackened. It's been a few minutes."
He drank his and suddenly turned over to see Az. "Oh, hey Az!" he replied. "You're right, it's been too long. How have things been on your end?"
He sipped again. "Ah, Raven kinda clued me into that. I'd been busy for a while, so I didn't get a good chance to show up, but that's changed."
"Well, with the apocalypse looming, and this coming battle being the only hope for Equus, I can see why you might have a bit of free time." He chuckled slightly. "What an age to be alive." Raven managed to make herself forget about the pony she just saw by taking another big swig from her Lemmy, then downing her beer.
"Certainly enough free time to go into space and now fight off some snake demon. Crazy s*yay!*," he responded, finishing his drink.
"Speaking of fighting off a snake," Azrael mused, "maybe we could do for some practice. Plus, I want to see what you've got before you're too smashed."
