(My old thread had to be locked due to massive server fails. So here, I present a continuation, right where we left off. Feel free to read through the old thread if you get confused, and if it's not too corrupted to make out the plots.) "Is that Arch?" Dusty asked, regarding the newcomer. "He seems... different." "He is different," Maya replied. "Different dude, just looks like him. But who is he?"
*The being blinked and something in Reality warped, everything seemed the same but had a somewhat different feel. Like washing out an old rug, it's the same rug, just newer somehow. The being was obviously able to perform great feats. This was the Representative of the Council of Existence, at its full power and capacity. Somehow everyone present knew this, and every character that is controlled in the roleplay would know this too, another example of this being's power and capabilities. And somehow they would know that this is not the only time the Representative would be around, even if not at this level of power. It then spoke.* Representative: Wh-what is this? W-we, me? I-i? Whe-where? W-why?
R: H-homie? W-what is this? *The Representative was extremely confused, this made sense seeing as it had been eons since the Representative had been fully summoned*
Cannonball was thrown nearly a hundred feet before he recovered. He found himself near Nightshade, and aimed a brutal punch at her. She dodged and he struck the ground another massive blow. As he struck, everything around them seemed to flicker for an instant. He stopped fighting, confused. "What the hell was that?" Nightshade sighed, focusing on Navaja. "Reality shift. You hit the ground so hard we all got knocked into a different universe. Now go fight Az's zombies, I'm busy!" (100% canon)
(Sure, why not. I really can't picture this turning into any more of a clusterfrak than it already has.)
Navaja took the chat time to come at Nightshade from behind, leaping and aiming both blades at her back. ~~~~~~~ Three stallions emerged from the snow, partially decomposed, but with bloodlust in their faces. Azrael pointed, and they all slowly trotted in Cannonball's direction. ~~~~~~~~~~ "You're in Equestria," Dusty answered. "Planet Equus."
*With another blink, The Representative flickered, and it was in two places at once, in the Bar, and in the air near the North Pole, far enough away that it wouldn't interrupt the battle and close enough that it could watch* ((Rb is the one in the bar, Rn is the one in the North.)) Rb: Equus? N-never heard of it. (also seeing and feeling as the Rn does) How are there horses surviving the intense kalt? (switching to an archaic form of Germane) Mir ist kalt und ich kann nicht kalt sein. ((Been a while since I practiced a lot of German, forgive any grammar mistakes, if they are any, I'm gonna pass it off as the Rep still learning.))
"Same team, Ashes." Raven gently pushed the ash-knife away from his throat with the bat. "Also, you forgot about Steel's reinforcements." He sighed. If this was the real Ashes, and he was this easily provoked... So, this was a vendetta. A revenge-crazed pony, a mercenary with a bounty on his head and... Well, why did Steel want Unity gone? This group seemed like that it would draw too much attention to itself very soon. "I'm not saying that I'm an expert on resistances, but killing each other isn't the best way to stop Unity. Ashes, what info did you get from the police files?" Hopefully there would be enough to spot some weaknesses which they could attack.
Nightshade hardened her wings and used them to block the blow, but the assassin's blades were sharper than she'd expected, and bit deeply into her flesh. She roared in pain and leapt forward to dislodge the blades, but the damage was done. She focused her magic to start the healing process, but for the time being, her wings were out of commission. Cursing loudly, she drew her dagger and flung it at Navaja. ************************************************************************************** Cannonball flew at the one in the center, and with a mighty blow, it ceased to be a problem. A swift kick, and a neck-snapping tackle, and the other two went down. The slow zombies were no match for Cannonball. He wasn't as quick as he used to be, but he was still quicker than most.
Navaja flew forward from the toss, turning to face her before landing on his hooves. After ducking the dagger, he reached into his robes and pulled out a new type of bomb, hurling it at Nightshade. It was full of a liquid that would explode into a mist, acting like strong manticore mace. ~~~~~~~~~~ Amidst that distraction, Az managed behind Cannonball, grabbed him, and attempted to lock him in a choke hold.
Nightshade's typical reaction to any smoke or mist weapon would be to fan it away with her wings. As her wings were still healing, this was currently impossible. The chemical burned her eyes and nostrils as she dashed out of the cloud, cursing. She couldn't fly. She couldn't see. She could barely breathe. Had she been a normal pony, the fight would have ended there and then. But Nightshade wasn't a normal pony. She was a master martial artist. She was a priestess of Discord. She'd been a Night Guard, for Faust's sake! Grinning, she spoke. "Nightshade's weapon crate vanished from the hold and appeared beside her." Nightshade's weapon crate vanished from the hold and appeared beside her. "Round two." ************************************************************************************************************ Cannonball pistoned his wings upward, driving the clawed thumbs into Azrael's sides.
Navaja sighed, eyeing the weapon crate. "Now that. That's cheating." ~~~~~~~ Azrael was launched up about fifty feet from the blow, coughing up a fair bit of formaldehyde on the way up. Before anything else could be done, however, he used his famous teleportation, blacking out the area briefly, and reappearing... Where the hell did he go? After a moment, twenty new zombie minors crawled from the ground, surrounding Cannonball.
Nightshade shrugged, pulling out her crossbow. "So? I could say the same of you. Ain't no way in Tartarus an earth pony like you could be that damn quick and agile. 'Cept the pink one, and she don't count. So how you doin' it? Magic? Some kinda fancy tech?" ******************************************************* Cannonball flared his wings, taking to the sky. Hovering for a moment to aim for the center of the mass of undead, he went into a dive, aiming yet another devastating meteor punch at the group.
Navaja chuckled, reaching into his robe. "My dear. I'm a pegasus." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This destroyed most of the group, leaving seven left. The remaining all bared their teeth, charging to bite Cannonball. Azrael was deep below the snow, for anypony who could sense him, charging something with his magic.
(Had been flickering in and out, literally phasing out the activity, whilst, his? "Was it his?" he thought, his face had been looking almost blank, before flickering back to life. Speaking again in the common tongue, more confident and comfortable in speaking) Yes, they must be, indeed, indubitably so (switching between vocal patterns of the different Council members before switching back to his own voice) Huh? This is strange indeed.
"Good to know." Nightshade swore inwardly. No wonder she hadn't been able to hit him, she'd been trying to fight an earth pony! Fighting a pegasus, even a flightless pegasus, was a whole different ballgame. Her vision was clearing up, and she could breathe normally again, but her wings were still only half healed. To make matters worse, she still couldn't figure out exactly what fighting style the assassin was using. Time for some experimentation. Just how fast was he? Loading a high-speed bolt into her crossbow, she ran at Navaja and fired at his chest from ten yards. ************************************************************************** Cannonball grabbed two and knocked their heads together, shattering their skulls. A third bit down on his outstretched foreleg and was quickly dislodged and killed with a stomp. The forth bit him on the flank, and was kicked into the sixth, breaking them both. The final zombie attempted to grab his neck, and found itself instead grabbed in a chokehold and carried high into the air, where it struggled uselessly to free itself from Cannonball's grip.
