Daemon and the Devout

[Vulre Oakenlimb]

'Crona' and Jon stood before Sivo. The Daemon drew a blade, waving it around in what it interpreted as a display of skill. The creature had evidently not been in the reality long, if it thought such moves would intimidate him. Nonetheless, its ability to move such a weapon was a testament to its unholy vitality. The foul being seemed energized by the prospect of violence. Jon, however, was the more dangerous combatant. He had refrained from drawing his blade, and remained in a state of tension. Such discipline and skill would be admirable, had it not been displayed in his foe. His brother remained to the side, evidently unarmed. Once this purge was completed, they would have to talk. The newcomer babbled nonsense, but that was inconsequential. Of immediate concern were the opposing combatants. Let the purgation of Coruscant commence.

Sivo's few remaining muscles tensed, along with the cables and wiring running through his augmentics. The tines extended from his body alighted with an emerald glow, as he expelled a blast of energy from his bionic hand, aiming to separate the two combatants, leaving them vulnerable. The psychological impact it may have on Jon Curious paternal instincts. Possibly a compensation? "By the pulse of the world, does yours end." Arcs of green energy ravaged the ground, and the two combatants were illuminated by the power flooding from Sivo as it wracked their bodies. Jon twisted in the electric maelstrom, bolts of electricity shooting up and down his flesh, leaving scorch marks across his skin, and contact burns where he grasped his blade. Frustratingly, he had managed to evade the worst of it.. Sivo hissed a burst of scrapcode in annoyance as he looked upon 'Crona'. The Daemon had been in the tempest of energy Sivo had unleashed, but stood largely intact, seeming more annoyed than anything else The Daemon knows only how to destroy and corrupt. Expect it to be adept at doing so.. Sivo hauled himself from the turret hatch of the Chimera, grabbing his lascarbine, and taking up a position of its roof. Sivo let off a round, scorching the rockcrete near 'Crona', as the crowds of panicked civilians began to scream and flee from the unfolding battle. "You shall be cast back into hell, Daemon." Sivo issued from his Vox-Grille. "The Thirty Four Thousand, Two Hundred, and Eighty Seven souls your ilk consumed aboard The Aquilline will be avenged." His crimson robes swept around him in the breeze, as he pushed his hood back, in order to optimize his vision. His steel-plated visage gazed out at the Daemon and its companion, as they began to plot their next attack. Lumien reserves depleted. Chance of victory: 32.915%. Sivo dismissed the warning. The Omnissiah was with him, and the others had nothing more than metal blades. His faith was strong, as was the steel coating his body. Litanies to the Machine God ran through his head, fortifying his resolve. The Daemon would die here. Its abused mortal shell would be burnt to ashes, and Jon would be dealt with by the local arbites. After all, how could they not side with the holy messenger of the Omnissiah? Was this not the sole bastion of the Imperium of Man in this demented Daemon's playground?

[spoiler]Luminien reserves depleted. 20 Seconds until Ferric Repulsion expires.[/spoiler]

[Darth Vader]

Jon kept a stern, steady gaze fixed onto the Golemancer, his hand firm at his blades side. Jon peered over his shoulder as he spotted the androids glare hover past him; and toward Chrona. Or, more specifically... Ragnarok, who had resurfaced into the open, spinning his blade around as a taunt against his opponent. Jon's brows furrowed downwards. The more sensible part of Jon's mind was telling him to guide Crona away from this chaos, to shove him to one side... to keep him safe. But judging how his demonic other had came out to help, and he clutched his longsword with a certain confidence and awareness of the situation... it made the bastard think otherwise.

Snow's attention was brought back to the Golemancer, as the sound of something being fired rang into the air. With quick reflexes, Jon rolled to the side, the spout of energy just missing him, though separating him from his boy ally. Gritting his teeth and drawing his blade quickly from it's scabbard, Jon gripped at his sword with both hands, turning his body to face Sivo more fully. Civillians and ongoers had heard the shot, the city's people beginning to flock about in panic, running away for their very lives. This could only go one way... Jon thought to himself. He felt the fool for trying to keep the peace intact in the first place. This wasn't the Nights Watch, where others trusted his strategic wit and carried out his commands with little question. Perhaps this nightmare was a meant to be a wakeup call; some cruel trick from the Old Gods he worshipped, with some more moral or great lesson to be learnt.

Jon was not ready at all for what came next. Surges of green energy ravaged the floor beneath them, his silhouette illuminated by the emerald glow. As suddenly as the glow began to appear, a surge of energy and electric struck from beneath in, Jon yelling out in pain as the elements struck through his body. He felt as though his very being was tearing itself in half, almost, a strong burning sensation shredding at his skin. His hands would be all but frazzled by now, if he hadn't the black gloves he was acquainted to wearing to protect them somewhat. As the firestorm ended, Jon crumpled weakly to his knees, barely keeping ahold of his weapon, loosely gripping it with one hand.

"By the pulse of the world, does yours end." he heard the Golemancer say, the bastards gaze raising his meet his defiantly. It doesn't end here... Jon's mind spoke with resolute. Bringing himself to his feet and grasping back onto his blade with both hands, Jon began to rush towards the Chimera which Sivo stood upon. Jon felt shocked that what just happened to him hadn't killed him. His bones ached, his body felt weak and still stung in pain from the burn, yet he still felt a fire brew within him. To fight, and to end this.

Jon stepped about in all different directions as he ran for the Chimera, not wanting to face the wrath of another blast from Sivo. Drawing nearer to the tank, he effortlessly leaped up, feet landing firmly upon the metal. "HAAAAAAAAAAAGH" Jon let out a cry of battle as he'd dash toward the Golemancer, raising his blade for an attack. Sending some quick, well-timed slashes across the robots chest. It flinched and reeded backwards from Jon's advances, but otherwise, seemed quite unafflicted. Jon grit his teeth, bringing his sword up for one last, strong swing. Changing the course of his swords destination, thwacking it against the Golemancers face, it's identity shrouded by the robes it wore, and... a mask?

As Longclaw connected with Sivo, the face plate the android wore was flung from it's face, landing upon the hull of the chimera with a chink, a noticeable dent left in the mask from the impact of the steel. Jon's jaw dropped slightly. Looking back to Sivo, the android's true face was revealed. The Golemancers lower jaw was replaced by a speaker of some sort, and three robotic eyes glared down at Jon disdainfully. Jon reer'd backward, taking only a second to absorb in Sivo's features. Bring some equal length between them, Jon brought his blade back up, ready to defend against whatever Sivo was to strike him with next.

[Crona]

With a tilt of his head and a small sigh, Crona hefts his blade up to point directly at his opponent. It seemed as though Sivo had no intentions of writing a poem and was resulting to violence. A bittersweet result, he was genuinely hoping to avoid conflict, but now as his heart raced and his black blood pumped through his body as he prepared to strike, he couldn't resist a ravenous, toothy grin etching itself onto his mouth. Thoughts of ripping the Enginseer to shreds and devouring his soul dominated the child's feeble mind, but the image was short lived as Crona did what he could to push it from his mind.

Sivo fired a weapon the likes of which Crona had never seen, the bolt of energy swiftly tore through the air before cascading into Crona's side. The Child lets out a pained yelp and clutches his newest wound, his black blood dripping freely onto his hand and the floor beneath. He stares amazed at the slice, as though surprised that Sivo could actually hit him, let alone damage him. "Ragnarok. Harden the--" He began, but was interrupted by Sivo's mechanical voice. Something about the world ending? He wasn't paying attention, but he certainly should have as he barely looks up to see a flash of emerald green, and by then it was too late, the electrical energy of Sivo's weapons ruptured through the boy's body, and he lets out an exasperated gasp as the surge rushed through.

Fortunately, Crona's body was built to deal with pain, and he had certainly endured much worse then Sivo's petty attacks. The Child looks up slowly to see the Enginseer standing ontop of his Chimera, and staring at him with a righteous zeal before letting of another round which barely missed him and left a sizzling pothole in the ground. "You shall be cast back into hell, Daemon. The Thirty Four Thousand, Two Hundred, and Eighty Seven souls your ilk consumed aboard The Aquilline will be avenged."

"Don't look at me like that." Crona retorts, clearly annoyed and seemingly rather upset. "I don't like it. You're looking at me like I did something wrong. I've tried very hard not to do anything wrong. This is unfair." He finishes with a huff, before leveling his sword to point at his enemy once again. He glances to his side to see that Jon was already quickly rushing up to engage on their enemy, he was silently relieved that the Lord Commander was on his side, he wasn't sure how he would manage if he chose the other side. The Child watches on as Jon slashes several times across Sivo's chest, but other than a few steps back from the force, it seemed fairly undamaged, until Jon's blade swiftly changed directions and took what looked like a chunk of the Enginseer's face. His companion seemed shocked by what he saw, but Crona only saw a successful blow and an opportunity to attack.

With Ragnarok's edge being leveled at his enemy for the past few moments, the blade lets out a blood-curdling scream into the air as it fired a chaotic purple pulse from the end of the blade, it seemed as though the beam itself continued a chilling shrill as it launched directly at Sivo, though somehow the attack struggled to make it through some invisible barrier that the Enginseer had around him. The shield took away the brunt of the attack, but still lands heavily into Sivo's chest, its metal plates just barely denting from the force as he was pushed off-balance. It didn't look like the beam did much damage, but it should allow Jon the luxury to prepare himself for another offensive, and Crona could quickly rush and make his way to the side of the Chimera, and in a few moments he had joined the others on the roof of the metal beast.

The surrounding civilians had all but cleared the immediate area, the sight of three warring primes was enough to send most running, especially as bullets and screams began to fill the air. Surely it wouldn't be long until some law-enforcement arrived to put an end to the combat, but at the moment Crona was certainly not thinking in the long-term.

[Mako]

Mako stood in front of the two people who Zero thought as enemies. She looked stubbornly at Zero who had extended his hand toward Mako. She was curious as to what he was going to do. However she saw a emerald glow come from him and she immediately decided to move out the way, moving to the side quickly.

Luckily she had managed to dodge the blast that ravaged the ground where the cloaked man stood and the girl. Mako had to decided, did she want to stay beside Zero and the others or get some distance? Within a few seconds Mako had her answers and immediately backed off from the fighting, getting quite some distance away from them. She could hear the sounds of fighting behind her.

Mako turned around to only see the girl going towards Zero. Mako was about to comment on the girl staying away however she moved her eyes to the blade. How could a scrawny girl wield such a huge blade? Mako was staring at the blade curiously trying to figure out how could the girl wield it? Her concentration was broke whenever the blade let out a curdling scream. This caused Mako to flinch and cover her ears. Why was this loud scream coming from the fight? She didn't she anybody who were opening their mouth to look like they were screaming. Could it be Zero was screaming underneath his armor?

What Mako saw surprised her, it was a beam! It had a weird shape however it was a beam! Maybe Mako could use beams? After all this was the Milkman's playground. She had to remind herself later to try to use a beam! She could imagine it now....maybe she could use 'that' move? The very idea of being able to shoot out beams excited Mako. Her eyes shined and practically turned to stars.

[Vulre Oakenlimb]

A brief emission of scrapcode found its way from Sivo's vox as it was exposed by Jon's blade. The ferric repulsion field was bolstered by whispered prayers under Sivo's oxygen intake, encouraging it to turn aside the foe's blades, as he turned his blessed visage towards his attacker. His few remaining organic components ached from the blows that had been delivered to his chest. "You gaze upon the face of the faithful, Jon. Pray to your false gods tha-" Sivo's threats were interrupted by a blast from 'Crona'. A blast of energy dented his integral armour plating, and knocked him to the edge of the Chimera's hull, perilously close to falling from his perch. Sivo turned around as quickly as his heavy frame would allow, his gyroscopes communicating their displeasure, rising to his feet. What greeted him was a decidedly unpleasant scene. Jon and Crona stood on top of the sacred vehicle DEFILERS, leveling their blades Analysis: The blade of 'Crona' serves as a psychic focus, watching him cautiously. Jon, while a skilled combatant, lacked the sheer power the foul Daemon infesting 'Crona' possessed. The surrounding pedestrians had fled, and he could hear the change in the hive. The Arbites were approaching, their encroaching presence disturbing the rhythm of the hive, promising fire and death. Of course, it would be delivered unto the Daemon and its dupe. The assistance of the Arbites would be welcome in disposing of these two.

Sivo quickly aligned his targeting reticules to the anatomical weak points of the inferior natural body, and spent a few precious microseconds planning his next move. The Daemonhost was unfamiliar with a mortal form, but possessed psychic abilities and a blasphemous power. His algorithms came to a conclusion: The Daemon must die. Deny it the use of its sword, and force it into a position requiring a deviation from its standards. Establish dominance, introduce it to the sensation of pain. His piston-driven legs pumped forward, the sound of steel on steel replacing the previous deathly silence, a blur of crimson replacing the momentary stasis the scene was plunged into. Sivo flung himself towards the daemon-infested child, suffering a blow to his shoulder from the Daemon's blade as he approached, took a millisecond to register the look on the face of 'Crona', and impacted against its damned flesh, his sliced robes fluttering around him. He made a mental note to burn his robes and reconsecrate his augmentics after the battle. The two fell precisely 3.72 meters off the Chimera, and impacted against the hard rockcrete of the street. A piston in his left arm snapped on the impact, rendering it largely useless. However, the Daemon took the brunt of the force, Sivo's weight and the fall providing the needed force needed to crack a rib. Sivo focused his sensors entirely on the young face the Daemon wore as a mask, trying to ignore the warnings caused by the hydraulic fluids leaking from his broken piston. "Monster. You are lifeless, soulless, wearing the skin of a child. Is there anything more pathetic?" Sivo raised a steel fist, his 3 eyes gazing into the visage of the beast. "Words are wasted on those unable to appreciate them." He drove his fist into the face of the beast. Weak, organic bones snapped as the metallic manipulators gracelessly crushed the Daemon's nose and dislodged a tooth. Durability of Daemon: Significantly higher than expected. Black blood, a foul mimicry of Sivo's own Autosanguine systems present inside his haemolubricants, flowed from the shattered sinuses. Blasting scrapcode at a high volume, communicating his displeasure in binary, Sivo raised his still-bloody fist for another blow, devoting the entirety of his attention to eliminating this mark of corruption upon this strange new prison. His left arm hung uselessly to the side, black oil seeping through his crimson cloth. Thunder shook the skies above them, as rain began to fall on the upper tiers of the hive.

[spoiler]10 seconds remaining on Ferric repulsion.[/spoiler]

[Darth Vader]

Jon's hazel-brown orbs didn't bat away from the Tech-Priest for a second as he moved about him slightly, his blade held forward at the ready. Prepared to defend against whatever blow or strike the robot was about to make next. But yet, Sivo made no movement. He merely stood, his flashing eyes following him with hate. Snow bared his teeth. He looked the Engineer over for any kind of opening, any weakness. Any point which he could attack...

Suddenly, the android spoke, it's metallic, inhuman voice raspy and deep. "You gaze upon the face of the faithful, Jon. Pray to your false gods tha-" it's threats were cut short as a blast of energy hit it's side, flinging Sivo to the edge of the chimera they stood upon, bringing even more distance between the two Primes and giving Jon the perfect opportunity to strike down at his foe. The bastard flinched backward slightly in surprise from the sudden blast, diverting his stern, wide-eyed gaze toward Crona. A small smirk tugged at his lips. The boys more resourceful than I first thought... he thought to himself.

Jon nodded to his companion as he joined him atop the tank, before quickly bringing his eyes back to face down Sivo. But his reflexes were far too sloppy this time, it would seem, for as he turned his head the construct flung itself for Crona, pouncing at him and causing the two to land down from the Chimera in the process. Jon's eyes widened and strained. In no time, he sheathed his blade, pulling his bow from his back. Plucking an arrow from his quiver and notching it between the strings, he'd stiffen his shoulders and fixate his posture, taking aim at Sivo...

When Jon had taken his swings at Sivo, earlier, it felt as though an... outside force was gripping his hand, and guiding his slashes away. And as he released his light grip on the arrows end and let it fly free, the effect appeared to be the same. The iron-tipped arrow changed it's course mid-way, and shot past Sivo. Not where Jon had planned for it to go. He let out a grunt, repeating the same process as before; pulling free an arrow from the stack, and knocking it between the strings. He took a deep breath, bringing the arrow further back against his shoulder, taking a few seconds to compose himself before taking the shot.

The arrow whizzed through the air as Jon's grip retracted. It's velocity was sharp enough. He had taken aim at Sivo's upper back, yet the arrow had titled downwards in it's flight and instead pierced into the drone's lower-back, near enough it's leg. Jon bared his teeth. He saw the opportunity to strike.

Slinging his at his back once more, Jon reached behind his belt, gripping onto the hilt of his small, steel forged dagger. Pulling it loose as he rushed to the edge of the Chimera with a grunt of battle, leaping from the tank and clinging himself forcefully to Sivo's back. With an arm wrapped around the android's neck, and his legs tugging at his body, the bastard applied all his force and weight to pull Sivo backwards with him, and away from the child. Jon grunted as he raised his dagger with his free hand, stabbing into the back of the Tech-Priests head wildly, trying to do some damage. The force applied in the stabs would cause the metal to dent, Jon eventually stabbing a hole through the Golemancers head. Not being so cautious with the direction of his strikes, however, Snow hit a set of wiring, an electrical pulse running through his arm and shocking his body as the snapped wire connected with the fine steel of the dagger. Naturally, Jon flinched and fell from the Golemancer's back, releasing his dagger from his grip as the small blade landed a few feet away from him.

Jon grunted as he scuffled backwards. He looked around with wide eyed fear, as he began to realise he was now pretty much defenceless, wide open and at the Tech-Priest's mercy. Instinctively, he began to scuffle on his knees to the side of him, reaching for his dagger, in needing of some method of defence.

(( OOC note ))
[spoiler]I really want to apologise for how long this post took me to get out. I'm not the best person around for keeping to deadlines :3 I think I'm pretty much back on track with all this now, though. Thank you so very much for being as patient as you all have been.[/spoiler]

[Crona]

With the Enginseer being peeled off him by his companion, Crona was able to take the opportunity to get back onto his feet. It was more of a slow crawl as he managed to pick himself up and dust himself off from the ground, though instead of attacking immediately he takes the opportunity to check his wounds with a free hand, seemingly unworried by the vicious brawl going on in front of him. His wound from Sivo's original attack was still bleeding, though what was new was that he had a new burning sensation on the other side of his ribs, and a tentative touch on his face made him flinch from the trauma, but unfortunately, there was not enough blood that he could use to his advantage, only a pair of savage impact marks on his cheek and nose from his adversaries' fist. A blunt attack may not be as effective as a slashing one, but it seemed to also deny Crona using more of this advantage. The child sighed, he was clearly badly beaten up with a useless trickle of black blood seeping from his nose and the side of his mouth, but he was notably more unhappy and disappointed by the discovery.

"Maybe I'd be able to appreciate them more if you weren't trying to kill me, you know?" He suggests quietly, looking away slightly as Jon falls away from Sivo. It seemed like a perfect time to strike, now that Jon couldn't be hit by any crossfire, and it would hopefully stop Sivo from turning his attention to the Lord Commander. Crona was fairly sure that his ally was not quite as durable as he was, and with that thought in mind, he raises the end of his blade at the Enginseer once again. "But...I think you missed the opportunity to use words."

Crona stood still, closing his eyes for only a moment, and almost immediately his blade began to warp and change shape, starting with a dull shine and ending with a bright purple glow as he focused his power into it. The blade grew longer and wider before everyone's very eyes as the child seemed to pour more strength into the weapon, though as suddenly as it started, it abruptly ended, and the boy was left holding what looked like a particularly formidable glowing blade. "Ready, Crona." A disembodied voice echos from the sword, which was enough motivation Crona to take the step forward to get in melee range and begin his swings at the Enginseer.

The boy attacks with incredible speed, but the first flailing strikes were all but negated by the Techpriest's strange forcefield, five sword swings in the blink of an eye were all pushed aside from Sivo's torso, at best only managing to scratch the plating of an arm or leg. He was not about to be deterred however, and his determination was finally rewarded as he hears a few of his wild swings finally clank heavily against Sivo's side and shoulder, but still not much damage. The child lets out a wailing cry as he finishes the last part of his attack, determined to do some damage, as the final five swings finally slash across Sivo's torso, tearing its robes to ribbons and leaving a set of lacerations on its chest and shoulder armor.

"Waah! No no! No no no no no! Stop it!" Crona screeches as he finishes his attack, stumbling back slightly from the overwhelming momentum, though only barely managing to stay on his feet. Once he had regained his balance, the boy wipes away the trickle of black blood slowly moving down his face before turning to his enemy again, though there was something noticeably different about the child now, as though his demeanor had shifted again. His eyes were wide and erratic, and his mouth was stretched into an almost unnatural grin which was unable to hide the sound of a disturbing laughter. "Heh. Ha ha! Why..." the boy began, though the blood on his sleeve distracted him, and he cant help but stare entranced at it for a moment before speaking again. "Blood. Black Blood. My blood is black, you know. You have black blood too. We should have been friends. Ha! Friends, friends, friends. Friends are hard, I think I'd prefer bodies. Dead people are easier to get along with. Look at me, Sivo. I'm going to eat your soul." The boy lets off a soft chuckle before bringing his blade up in a guard, preparing for another attack, though it wasn't his plan to take another energy charge from Sivo, his plan was to distract long enough for Jon to get back on his feet.

Of course, Sivo didn't need to know that.

[Vulre Oakenlimb]

Sivo stumbled backwards, his damaged cerebral implants taking note of the extensive damage visited upon his form. Jon's blows had severely damaged his cranial augments, and the primitive projectile lodged in his leg was rather irritating. The Daemon's manic strikes had drawn blood, lacerating the remaining flesh he possessed, and scoring his plating. Through a damaged vox-grille, he intoned the catechisms of protection. "From the r-rage of the beast, Iron p-protect us. His speech hissed, popped, and crackled, the neural links damaged by recent assaults. Sivo shambled forward, coruscating green arcs of power flickering across his body, scorching the ragged remnants of his robes. What little organic substances that remained on Sivo's frame twitched and shuddered, suffering as he ripped power from them, pillaging his own body to power another assault. The tines and conduits sprouting from his body shivered with energy as they were surrounded by a luminescent green hue, the Electoos inscribed on Sivo's hide glowing a bright blue as power flooded through them. Sivo took another uneasy step forward, energies he was unable to fully contain seeped from his body, bursts of uncontrolled electricity accompanying the drips of haemolubricants and hydraulic fluid.

The Enginseer extended his one functioning arm, the various spines and antennae sprouting from it were wreathed in lightning, as the air filled with a metallic tang. "H-humanity will be s-shielded from your-r-ravages, Daemon." Sivo spat as a promise, struggling to find the remaining energy to transmit as he channeled all he possessed into his assault. He shambled forward again, emitting a burst of scrapcode as the arrow lodged in his leg worked its way into vital wires, deadening his right leg. Of no consequence. Complete assault. Purge the Hive. Protect Humanity. Destroy the Daemon.

Sivo released the buildup of power that had accumulated, flinging the energies that he had pillaged from his own flesh towards the beast. The electrical blast blackened the ground, scorching the earth, and the Daemon standing atop it. Lightning arced its way across the foul creature's skin, charring the skin and burning away at the flesh. Sivo collapsed, his heart and potentia coil struggling to keep up with the power expended. Energy reserves: 20%. Sivo mentally cursed, struggling to rise on his damaged limbs. He rose unsteadily, his leg deadened, his left arm at a complete loss of power. He began to stumble forward, his one functioning arm raised in a fist, rapidly scanning the reeling form the Daemon, seeking out a point of vulnerability. Focusing in on a 94.36% probability cracked rib, he advanced as fast as his damaged frame would allow him, hopping along on a paralyzed bionic, bringing down his fist on the prone Crona. The metallic fist impacted, snapping the rib through black robes, the bone unable to withstand the force of blessed steel. The calculated trajectory should have propelled it into the lung. Satisfied with his work, Sivo shuffled backwards from the prone Daemon, feeling the Autosanguine systems do their work, coursing through his circulatory systems. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, temporary repairs undertaken by the archeotech dwelling in his veins preparing him for his last stand.

[spoiler]Ferric Repulsion has expired. Spent 1 SP to use basic regeneration, 0 SP remaining. I didn't find the opening to introduce the storm troopers, but if someone else would like to do it, I would appreciate it.[/spoiler]

[Darth Vader]

Jon steadily brought himself back to his feet, sheathing his dagger back at it's place on his belt. His first instinct had been to grab for it, and try and defend himself. He had deemed the Golemancer Sivo to be, however, no more of a threat. The drone stammered and hissed in it's speech, it's metal construct cracked and it's features twitching and thrashing malevolently. Jon inhaled sharply as he unsheathed his blade once more, raising it slightly into the air, ready to charge down Sivo and put an end to this conflict, here and now...

And yet, Jon found his arms and legs unmoving from where he stood. He... he couldn't...

As his eyes flashed the being over, he couldn't help but feel a shred of pity and remorse for it. From how Sivo spoke, it appeared as though the machine was built for this very purpose; to slay 'possessed' beings. And who was Jon to deny itt from fulfilling that objective? As dishonourable as it may be, bringing harm upon children, there was much honour to be found in sticking to duty and doing what had to be be done. The bastard's grip around his blade tightened. He who passes the sentence must swing the sword... he reminisced on the saying of advice, his fathers words... Jon glared deep into Sivo's three, robotic eyes. Snow felt as though he couldn't bring himself to finish the beaten Golemancer, and in that, perhaps Sivo didn't truly deserve to die.

Jon's gaze flickered over to Crona, features twisting quite suddenly into a look of mixed horror and disgust...

What he saw now was not the timid, feminine-looking boy who reminded Jon so of his brother, Bran. No... what truly faced him now was a demon. A monster in human flesh. Crona's lips were spread into a wide, unnatural and manic grin, his eyes erratic and filled with a violent hunger. A disturbing laugh emitted from the boys lips, which sent a slight shiver down the back of Jon's neck, and made his bones rack.

The bastard was brought back to his sense at the sound of... sirens, was he hearing? Yes... alarms for panic and distress sounded out, all around them. Jon shifted his body, teeth gritting together with concern and suspense.

Stormtroopers, the men clad-in-white Crona and he had spotted guarding the gates earlier, poured out from every alley. All armed with their signature weapons, 'Blaster Rifles', as Adam had called them. Jon glanced back at Sivo and Crona, as if to read their mutual expressions, before turning back to face the incoming horde of arbites.

And then, another stepped from the shadows. Much more distinguishable from the rest, for this figure was clad in red and grey, a smaller rifle in hand and a yellow badge pinned at his chest that only spelled out one word. DREDD.

The men in white seemed to follow after the one in red. A leader, of sorts, Jon could tell. An inquisitor, and justiciar. Jon had met many of those types before. Dredd and his band stopped just before the three primes, rifles aimed at their direction. Jon prepared himself mentally for the onslaught that would inevitably occur next.

"Lower your weapons, Primes. Nobody needs to die here." Dredd finally spoke, a surprising hint of calmness and calamity to his tones. This one knows what he's doing, what he's up against... Jon lamented mentally. But, still, Snow was not ready to bow down and surrender himself just yet. And for what crime was he guilty of, exactly? Defending a child from being murdered? Jon grunted.

His first feeling was to flee.

The bastard spun on his heel, effortlessly leaping up to the Chimera, and sliding over the bonnet. Sheathing his blade quickly, Jon dared not to look back as he ran for an alleyway, hoping to divide himself from the Stormtroopers behind him and in the process, lose them from his tracks. "Shoot THAT one!" Dredd orderer, as the troopers opened fire on Jon. Each shot seemed to miss, however, for Jon's figure was mostly concealed within the alley as the order was given, and Jon's okay physique, agility and swiftness gave him the lucky edge in this instance.

Jon continued to sprint as fast as he could. Navigating through the long, joining back alley's of the tier. He was convinced he had mostly lost the Stormtroopers who gave chase, though the brief echoes and distressed shouts and yells were still audible from behind Jon. Jon's sprint slowly halted to a jog as he reached the end of the alleyway, the gap leading back out into the street...

A big mistake.

As Jon turned the corner, a striking force collided into his face, sending him lurching backwards onto the floor, falling on his back. Jon groaned, his vision hazy as he concluded he now must have a concussion of sorts thanks to the blow. The bastard felt his eyelids droop, and close over. The last thing he spotted before blacking out was a Stormtrooper leaning over him, keeping Jon pinned under the tip of his rifle.

"We got him, Judge."

(( OOC note ))
[spoiler]I'm just not good with deadlines now, am I? If I've learnt and taken one thing from this thread, it'd definantely be that, lol. Sorry that this post took a big longer than expected, I was going through a bit of a writes block yet again, and I've kinda noticed a pattern in this cycle. Seems that I'm most motivated to write at the weekends, as opposed to weekdays. This is probably, in short thanks, to school tiring me out and making the very thought of writing a "nahhh" answer in my head. We'll see, though, and since I'm now on spring break, this problem shouldn't occur quite so much for a while.

Also, Mako skipping a post kinda caught me off guard. I thought I would have had more time to prepare a post, but ehhh :3[/spoiler]

[Crona]

Crona lay writhing on the floor as his skin echoed with the pain from Sivo's burning energy and his vicious crushing blow to his ribcage. The child was certain his ribs had been pummeled beyond repair, but in reality they had only been cracked, though the injury was nothing to brush off. A spittle of black blood leaves Crona's mouth as he heaves himself from the floor, leaning heavily on his black blade to give him the support needed to get at least to one knee as he stops again to regain his breath.

"You dumbass, youre supposed to DODGE his attacks, not stand there like an idiot while he destroys you!" The eternally obnoxious voice of Ragnarok speaks through the blade, continuing his abuse towards Crona as though the boy wasn't in the midst of a skirmish. "Just cause I can keep regenerating you, dosen't mean you go around taking dumb hits. Move next time! Geez..." With that said, Ragnarok works through Crona's black blood to heal some of the burns on his skin and heal some damage to his face, though his bones would likely need time to heal, the wounds that were restored were better then nothing. "Now, Waddya say to Ragnarok." The demon chirps expectantly, while Crona uses his newfound energy to get back on his feet as he grumbles out a few words of thanks. "I didn't hear you! Say 'Thank you very much, Ragnarok.'!"

Crona sighs and lifts the blade to his face. "Thank you very much, Ragnarok." The boy says as cheerfully as he could manage. Now with his wounds healed enough for him to get on his feet, he had to figure out a way to defeat Sivo once and for all, since he decided it was unlikely that he would survive another energy blast. However, the thought was short-lived, and almost immediately after he had just gotten to his feet, he heard the sirens all around him.

Stormtroopers had nearly crowded into the area, Jon had already disappeared, either he had run off or the Stormtroopers had taken him before Crona began paying attention to the events around him, and Sivo was looking rather... well, the boy couldn't tell, behind his enemy's iron visage, not that he cared in the slightest what his attacker was thinking, he worried more for Jon. Had his friend abandoned him? Surely the wouldn't just leave him alone like that, so there must have been some perfectly valid reason for the Commander's disappearance. The Child wracks his mind trying to come up with a reason why, had he lost himself in the battle with Sivo? He supposed it was a possibility, but he more hoped the Stormtroopers moved too fast for him to attack the Enginseer, in his mind it meant that he had not been left behind, or worse, betrayed. Regardless, the Stormtroopers had were beginning to surround them, and since they hadn't fired on either him nor Sivo, Crona figured they weren't on his enemy's team, and the though gave him only the tiniest bit of comfort.

"Weapons down, Prime. Dredd's orders. No funny business if you don't want a shot in the back." One of the Stormtroopers repeats at the child. Heavily outnumbered and badly injured, it seemed as though it was Crona's only option to turn himself in. Nervously, he raises his hands in the air, the black blade shrinking back into the boy's palm in with a sickly purple shine. Soon enough, Crona was disarmed, with his hands raised and trembling beside his head as he tried not to succumb to panic. Sivo was the one to first attack him, of course. The boy knew, or at least hoped, that he had done nothing but defend himself, and repeats the idea over and over in his head as he stares wide-eyed at the Stormtrooper that walked ever closer with his weapon raised.

[spoiler]1SP point used for Basic Regeneration.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Sorry for the late response guys, ive been loaded with a whole bunch of uni work recently and this was the first opportunity I had to make any post, so again, really sorry.

Also I was planning to write a little more, but I left this a little more open-ended because of a request of Mako's, so I hope thats alright ^^[/spoiler]

[Mako]

Mako had been left stunned, simply watching the fight between Zero, the girl, and the bearded man. The fight was amazing! Beams firing and stuff being deflected! Mako even wondered if she could ever shoot beams out. Laser eyes? Mako imagined herself firing laser beams out of her eyes, it would indeed be amazing!

"Wow, the Milkman's playground seems amazing! I wonder if Ryuko would want to be here? Actually is Ryuko here!? I hope she has her outfit, I think that she would be lonely without it. Maybe I should start talking to my outfit? Hm, I would need a name for it to. What name would go great with my outfit?" Mako wondered to herself, her thoughts were taking her attention away from the fight that was happening several feet away from her.

The stomping of feet took Mako out of her daydream and soon enough people donning weird outfits had surrounded the bearded man, Zero, and the demon girl. "Ryuko I think they're in trouble." Mako muttered out to herself, only to realize that she was in the Milkman's playground still. Mako slowly moved back, trying to not make any drastic movement that would try attention to herself after all those people seemed like they had guns? Mako stared at the guns for a second before turning her attention back to her moped laying on the ground. She picked her moped up only to hear firing behind her.

Mako quickly spun her head around to see several of the oddly dressed people running around the huge creature, Mako wondered why they were running though. Nevertheless, Mako hooped on her moped and started it up. Soon she was off, leaving behind Zero and the girl.