Cecelia leaned over and planted a kiss on her brother's cheek, "I love you sooooooooooo much Cas! I thought I was gone!" She cried hugging her brother tight."Cece I'm trying to concentrate!" Cas tried shrugging his sibling off, "And you reek of Alcohol! I thought you quit!" Her brother focused aim on the oncoming forces, He fired a warning shot at them, The battalion gave pause.The Legacy broke off into smaller segments, what seemed like an army of 450, tripled, then quadrupled and they kept dividing indefinitely until they seemed to take over a large portion of the snowy landscape, 'Either they have Multipliers with them or they're Psychic projectors, Geez!' She looked over her brother, he was frowning."A moment of weakness is all it was," She lied smoothly, Half to ease him, half to distract him, it backfired."A moment of.... weakness? is it cuz of-""No! no... God no! I.... I was just caught up in the moment is all, Just.... let's just focus on blasting those Bigots to kingdom
Silent as a shadow.The figure moved between the ranks of The Legacy, Dancing and darting around erratically, Yet Taking care not brush against a single soldier, The figure made their way towards the front of line, just a few metres behind the floating ship.The figure gave the Crystal Treant a brief glance, before looking for their path going forward.Clear as The Crystal Blue Sky.The figure saw, Four Lay lines, Four paths, Four targets, the closest one a 20 metres to the their left, The figure nodded in satisfaction, They skipped and whistled nonchalantly as they headed along the way to their target.They'd tucked and roll every now and then to avoid the moving bodies of Legacy members or the occasional Hell fire from The Crystal Treant, It was Callous, Chaotic, and Crazy on the Side of the Legacy, Even with their Multipliers, even with their Ashen Priests, Facing a Crystal Treant, even a single one was suicide.It mattered not to the figure, If the soldiers wanted to be ignorant,
"Thank you all for gathering here, I know we're all restless ever since the invasion, First Thatch, then The Legacy.... I understand your frustrations, I understand your misgivings, I understand it all.... that is why I propose we abandon the renovations for White Berry facility for the next foreseeable future, Any objections?" Vince the Ebony Orc spoke.Cas, Cece, Lucy and what was left of the onsite team were attending a meeting in the war room, People were beaten, tired, Haggard, stressed out and worse! On top of all that They awaited Lady Eureka's verdict on the future of this facility but most had already decided it's fate in their hearts, the lack of opposition on Vince's proposal was proof of that.".... It is shame, This Facility once stood for something, It was a safe haven for unorthodox research as well as a rehabilitation centre for Our Clansmen who have lost.... the flavour for our work," Vince sighed."I'll inform Lady Eureka of our decision during the briefing tonight!
She punched the wall so hard her right fist began to bleed."Shit! Shit! SHIT!" Cecelia cursed, She continued punching her hand against the wall until she heard the bone crack, she didn't stop, nor did Her brother move to stop her, He simply stared at his sister until she paused to catch her breath.Cecelia looked down at her hand, Black and purple, raw from torn flesh, Bone on the knuckle slightly exposed, Yet the pain didn't register to her for some reason, Adrenaline? Emotions? Nerve damage? She didn't know nor care she put her left hand on the wall and pressed her head against the wall, Haggard breaths and tearful eye.Lucy moved to heal her but Cas stopped the mousey girl, "Don't.... if she wants to hurt herself, Don't put another Cecelia I'm pain because of her selfishness," He muttered.Lucy frowned, "You don't care about your own sister's wellbeing?" She was Aghast.He shook his head, "I care, I care all right... I wish she care about her own wellbeing too...." He snapped, His
"...... That's where we keep the medical supplies!" Cas pointed to a cupboard in the corner of the room, "Pixie dust, Antibiotics, Antiseptic, Cotton, The whole package.... next is the-""Gym? Supply room? Lab? Bedrooms? Toilets? Engine room? Castor you've already me shown me these places..... TWICE! I know where everything is....." Lucy protested."Sorry...." was all Cas could muster."No.... I... I guess y'all don't fight that too Often, do you....?""......"Lucy propped herself off a desk, her legs hung from the side, She dangled them and swung them aimlessly as she stared round the vessel."I had..... Foster siblings growing up, Lots! we weren't really close and those I managed to form a connection to.... well, they got adopted by Folks who gave a crap about them soon after.... I... I was not so lucky....."Cas stared at her, Her green eyes filled with envy when she met his, "I'm...""Don't say sorry.... please don't say that.... it's kinda irritating when folks throw that word a
'Hahaha! I can't believe you actually went through with it! I don't know which one of you two is more brain dead, You or the Doe man!?' Ella went into a laughing fit, Cackling then stopping, Then continuing again, Cece was sure she was just being annoying."S-Sorry Doc....," Cece bowed her head, Dr Stabler shook his head, Blood still dripping from his temple."It's...." he groaned, ".....Fine, it'll heal up, Not he first time I've relinquished a piece of myself.... First time a piece of flesh was also needed.... whatever do you hope to achieve with this.... if you don't mind my asking," The Terramite got to closing up the wound where his left horn used to be.'It's a for protection Doll.... anyone worth their salt in potion making and Meta-Medicine should be able to craft this..... elixir,' Ella explained."Em..... I read in a book that your horn is a great ingredient for a protection elixir!" Cece explained while she crushed the horn with a mortar, 'Wow.... it's a lot more fragile th
Malaki lay on his back, the force of his final blow on the Tentacled horror, extinguishing the last drop of adrenaline pulsing through his body, his flaming sword ceased it's glow. His people had fought well, he had fought well...... Despite the invader's technological advantages with their abhorrent creatures, versus his people’s old spell craft weapons they had won, they had repelled their invaders. As his bloodlust subsided, the reality of his situation began to set in. He glanced to either side of himself, blood-pooling around him, he would surely not survive. And yet, despite the dire situation he was in, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, Eae had always said he’d get himself killed sparring with his friends, or while fooling around on a hunt. He was glad he would die honourable, fighting for his people, fighting for her. He looked down at his wounds, those beasts… no, those things, had been relentless with their wild spinning clawed limbs. He counted no less than 50 gashes
"Not bad Rookie! At this rate we'll be done by sundown, Maybe I can finally pay Maria a visit, men I miss her..." The Satyr-Cyclops Hybrid Barnabas said, His one eye glinted with Gold as he stared up at the Flying Fireball His apprentice had cast, He smiled with Glee as it struck down the enemy Ship that peppered the sky."But... if I were to Criticize, You're too flashy Kid!" The Hybrid shook his head.Gregor grunted in protest, 'I'm not a kid! I'm at least Twice your age!' alas, All he could do was grunt his frustrations, He hadn't quite mastered the talent of phonetics, He often resorted to random noises and gestures to get his feelings across his partner...... fruitless for the hybrid rarely listened."You're supposed to use a little more.... finesse when dealing with these Bozos! Observe!" He held out his hand and squeezed it until it encircled something, He looked up at the sky, towards a lone ship sailing right at them.He took a deep breath, entered a throwing stance and swung