The Primordial Weapon

[Alain the Carnedge]

Alain creeped around everybody else under his invisibility, as his orders had been given: take the Tarrasque's "core" and leave. The mercenary was going to try stealing the thing anyway, so who was he to complain? He crouched low and kept moving, making sure that everyone wasn't looking his way as he proceeded. His footprints were unlikely to be seen, but if someone noticed out of the corner of their eye that there were footprints leading to the pedestal, and the core was gone, you get the idea.

In front of the stone pedestal, he looked around on the off chance that somebody had noticed his disappearance, and ran a quick scan of the woman before turning away again. Continuing his mission, he outstretched his hand to grab the orb of Omnilium, prepared to grab it and run to the hills...and his hand phased through the floating sphere. Nothing appeared or otherwise happened, it remained as it was, a floating white ball. "You've gotta be friggin' kidding." He muttered, dumbfounded.

He tried again, no dice. His mouth opened in disbelief. So, this wasn't some dangerous artifact, or even a lame teapot? It was just a floating ball that did exactly squat!? Well, now what? He was either set up, the bloodsucker was mistaken, or the "artifact" was yet to form. Well, there was only one thing he could do that might end with him walking away with what might be a weapon of mass destruction: deal with some of the others on the off chance it'd appear when things died. Everything else in this godforsaken place did.

Checking the analysis's results as he ran back to the field of death, far less concerned about being revealed, the woman's abilities quickly became apparent. Acrobatics, good jumping ability, regeneration, teleportation, a knife, and magic, mostly shadow. Not very powerful but fast and skillful. Dangerous opponent, but knowing all of your foe's abilities is a serious advantage no matter who it is. It'd still be a pain in the ass, but what can you do?

Approaching from behind the woman, who seemed to be deciding upon how to proceed, he summoned his blade and pointed it toward her back before speaking in his natural, unnervingly calm tone. "Just business, lady. We can do this the easy way or th-" She disappeared in an instant, and reappeared a few feet away, throwing three dark knives at where she used to be. Alain calmly sidestepped most of them, but one slashed his hand, and while it was only a small cut, his invisibility faded regardless. He rolled his eyes at himself for not expecting that, and barely turned around in time to notice robokid charging a shot.

Bursting away a split second before he was going to presumably meet Omni in person, who'd laugh at him for dying, Alain turned back to the two. Well, here came the fun part. "Alright then, easy way it is." He grinned in anticipation for another battle, even if he was about to get his ass kicked, and rushed at Whirda as she opened her mouth for presumably a witty retort.

Giving himself another quick burst of speed, he gripped his sword with both hands before swinging, the gigantic blade looking like it'd do a lot more damage than it actually would. Whirda leapt away, trying to gain some distance to perhaps use her magic, but Alain kept on the offensive, close enough make robokid hesitate about his shots in case he hit the woman, but far enough that fighting with such a long sword wasn't too much of a disadvantage.

Each swing was close, but Whirda evaded all of them before giving up on the defensive and drawing her dagger. Rushing forward during the brief period where the mercenary wasn't swinging, she moved in and went for the stab. He wasn't quick enough to evade. The dagger went into his gut, but there was no pain. A faint tingling, at best. So he used the moment of surprise that naturally came with the realization their foe wasn't in any evident harm to use his other hand to grab Whirda by the throat before headbutting her.

Alain quickly let go while his foe was dealing with their headache, and ran to grab his blade to take advantage of the situation. Unfortunately, robokid had got a clear shot as he did that, so a giant sphere of energy was suddenly coming his way. Leaping to the side before he became just as red but a lot more dead, he took the brief chance he had to change his weapon. Sresveltr morphed in a flash of crimson light, the seemingly metallic weapon turning into a glowing, laser-esque blade that illuminated the arrogant smirk that was on the mercenary's face.

"C'mon!"