Raven nodded. "Well, that means he has your Bits now, too. How's that feel?" ~~~~~~~~~~ After a bit, Asmo arrived at the shady shed in a vehicle he "borrowed" from Saber, who was probably dead at this point. He arrived complete with one of his magical eyeballs on the front end. Leaving the door open, he hopped out, crept up to the door, sniffed it, then pounded on it.
"Well, I'm gonna come back as a ghost and haunt him until he gives me my tree fiddy!" ----------------------- The lonely shed inhabited little more than just a hooded equine. Inside was a small space, with a counter, a handful of ham radios and various other questionable articles. "The door is open," the owner said in an expressionless tone.
Raven rolled her eyes. "Not sure that works unless you're freakishly tall." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So it is." Asmo walked in and sniffed around. "Smells sketchy. You're not gonna rob me if I buy a radio, are you? That wouldn't be cool. For your face."
"Yeah, even as a ghost, I don't think that'd work out..." ------ "I guarantee you no harm," he told Asmo. "Radios will cost you 50 bits per piece."
"What, no dick jokes?" Raven asked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Alrighty then!" Asmo took a deep breath, then hacked up a sack of bits into his hoof. On inspection, the sack was not covered in saliva.
The hooded horse stared at the sack, his eyes obscured by the hood. "I dare not comment on your ability to produce currency. However, may I ask how much is contained?" -------- He caught the idea. "Oh, guess I can play along. They're all the rage."
Asmo looked strangely in his general direction. "Produce? I just swallowed it. Hundred Bits. I want two." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raven snickered. "Wondered when you'd go filthy with it."
"Well, I've got one to tell you, but I think it's too long." He silently chuckled to himself. ----- "Right..." With little else to say, he grabbed and floated two radios towards Asmo. "May they become useful in your endeavours, whatever they may be."
"Or you're just too thick to remember it," Raven shot back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sweeeeeet!" Asmo conjured up two tentacles in order to grab the radios.
"Oooh, nice one!" He stuck his hoof out for a hoofbump. ------------------ He didn't bother to question the tentacles. "Thank you for your business."
Raven returned the bump. "Hope nopony else hears a kid making dirty jokes. Might be bad for the bar." ~~~~~~~~~~ Asmo promptly swallowed the radios for storage before getting back in the vehicle.
The wraith exploded, two more appearing moments later. The air seemed to shimmer for a second right before they appeared. Even a novice would recognize it as the targeting magic of a teleportation spell. As Rose shoved Dawn and the dogs out of harm's way, Nightshade raised her crossbow and fired an explosive bolt into one of the wraith's chests. The final wraith lit its horn, attempting to spear Azrael from below, as the other had done to Galahad.
Asmo soon arrived back at the bar, walked up to the front, and coughed up the radios on the counter. "Got 'em!" Raven winced. "Ew..." ~~~~~~~~~~~ Azrael took the spear straight through the gut, coughing up a mouthful of formaldehyde. He quickly raised his leg, kicking and shattering the bottom half of the ice spike. He taunted, "Come on, ice demon! It'll take more than that to put me away!" Navaja winced at the sight of the impalement. "By Celestia's mane..."
Nightshade snorted and moved to cover Rain, who was trying in vain to find a spark of life left in the fallen griffon. "Quit playin' around, Az." The wraith vanished, and almost instantly, the air shimmered behind Azrael.
Azrael's ear twitched, and his back leg instinctively flew back in an effort to strike the ice wraith. "You'll need every demon on the pole to kill me, you bastards." It likely looked like he was showing off. In actuality, he was doing what he could to keep any more wraiths that may come focused on him, and not the rest of his team. "What are you doing?" Navaja hissed to Az, frustrated.
