Green with Guilt

[Demetri Malius]

"Warning, large quantities of Omnilium are gathering around the prime. Caution is advised."

The thief's eyes darted back and forth, the light from the screen lighting up his face underneath the mask while he scanned for valuable information on IRIS's HUD. Nothing but errors and unknowns were revealed to him, a sign that he may be in deeper trouble than he originally thought.

"Aye, lass, and tell me something I don't know."

"That you look dashing in a chicken suit?"

"I have no need for compliments right now, IRIS..."

with how much omnilium this man appeared to be generating, Demetri would put him on par with the sorcerer or the warlock, and from the looks of it, he was forming a transformation. From his experience in Nippur, Demetri knew that those transformations were not something to play with. He needed to move, NOW.

"IRIS, activates stealth m- OOF"

Suddenly, in a burst of speed, the demon-hunter was in the thief's face, his fist in his stomach, knocking the air out of him as he was launched off the edge of the building.

A cough sounded through the air as the prime struggled to breathe.

"He moved at 300% your current speed."

"We, " he was interrupted by another cough as they flew through the air. "We are not going to be able to keep up with this man. What is our best course of action?"

As he waited for his answer, a chain shot out from the suit to the edge of the building, the thief using it to swing back to the floor and kill his momentum as the demon hunter jumped down and followed him on the ground.

"Activating duplicate images."

As they moved through the streets, Demetri began to split, one chicken becoming five. An old couple sat on their porch with an older looking house, chickens in their front yard. Both wore glasses but neither seemed to have their eyes open all they way, the wrinkles from their eyelids seemingly blocking their vision.

"BILL YOUR CHICKENS ARE LOOSE AGAIN!"

"DAGNABBIT THAT'S THE FOURTH TIME THIS MONTH WOMAN! LOCK THE DAMN PEN!"

The band of thieving chickens paid no mind to the old coots as they began to change direction, some heading over rooftops while others rushed through the streets.

"Damn..." the demon hunter grunted. He would be fast enough to chase after a few of them, but which one was made of real chicken?