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	Case File: Hence BACK



	You say, "I wish we had more knowledge of these bandits... " You say, "HEY!" You say, "Vandalizing is against Theriopolis order!" Hence: ((Are you going to respond?))) Emarice hops to her feet and skitters off to the side. Panzaar Dracus stands forward, smashing the door with his bracer and vambracer. You say, "What are you thinking!?" Hence hisses, "No one keeps there eye on me, do you understand?" He growls lowly. You say, "I recommend you return to the catacombs you came from!" Hence walks out the doorway, hissing, "Quiet. Do you understand?" You say, "No, I don't think you understand, fiend." Emarice looks back at Panzaar, ears perked towards him... frame slightly tensed as she remains on the ready, well prepared for a swift departure. She tilts her head at Hence. You say, "There is rule and order which must be attained. You... should take heed in the law and return to the catacombs." Hence's eyes widen. The eight foot tall Dracyre Wrymme appears extremely annoyed. Panzaar Dracus looks the dracyre eye to eye. Hence hisses, spitting acid towards Panzaar's face, hoping to melt it. It's potency, battery acid. Panzaar Dracus turns his head, the acid splashing against his helm, doing no damage to the bone structure... Hence takes his spear off his back, "Do you understand!? Panzaar Dracus chuckles. You say, "Go away, stop causing trouble here." Hence shoves the spear for Panzaar's stomach, his tailing coming around from the left, hoping to slice Panzaar's head off clean, all at the same time, acid spews from his mouth towards Panzaar's face again. Panzaar Dracus notes acid spews against his helmet. Tialoom watches the battle, grinning cruelly Hence's spear emits a high level glow as Panzaar touches it. Thus, this should burn a rune onto Panzaar's hand, and stop him from headbutting at Hence. Hence's tail comes up again, for another attack, hoping to cleanly slice Panzaar's head off. Panzaar Dracus ponders how a spear can be used in an alley way Tibalt: Where? Panzaar Dracus's gauntlet glows, the rune doesn't burn, his flesh isn't showing anywhere, instead he grabs the spear tighter, attempting to throw the dracyre back into the arena, ducking a bit to thrust the dragon like creature with his pauldron, tail whipping overhead. Tibalt looks at Panzaar.. "Pan, what is the matter?" Hence's tail comes down, smashing for Panzaar's neck with enough force to smash it into his back. The mighty giant doesn't move, his spear now radiates even brighter. Terrance Ramuel Smiles and shifts from pad to pad trying to see why she said that Panzaar Dracus notes that Panzaaar is a rather big guy... Tibalt looks in shock.. and yells out in a loud, obnoxious voice.. "BAHAMUT!" Hence notes a Wrymme is much larger. Farrier: Where to now, boss? Hence: (Panzaar, Hence is a General, Second Generation Dracyre Wrymme. Alot of people know not to mess with him, alot of people.) Tibalt: Yes.. This Wyrrme is causeing trouble.. Panzaar Dracus brings his arm out, smashing at the tail incoming his neck, he leans into the dragon, releasing the spear, seeing as how the spear head should be behind him, he pulls out the shortsword from his leg, jabbing it at the Dracy're soft underbelly. Tibalt gathers with Panzaar, and jabs his Halberd at the Wyyrme, and attempts to push him into the Arena with Bahamut.. Hence's tail swings down, this should knock the sword off track. His spear is more or less still at Hence's side, held. Regardless, a black smokey ring is formed around Panzaar now, curtesy of the spear. It moves in faster and faster as time increases. When the ring does make contact with the body or any other inanimiate thing, it will chew it apart and spew it into another realm. The ring is neither magic nor elemental, it is. Bahamut growls, snorts, and smokebreaths, "Come on Tib.. You called me down her for a battle, and I am ready!" Hence: (At the stomach level.) Yrian: (bullsh*t. magic is magic.) Emarice backs out of the alley. Hence: (Skill, is not magic.) Panzaar Dracus rams his gauntlet at hence's chest as his sword is deflected, should still slice something such as in close quarter combat, the gauntlet wrist twitching as two large spikes spring out, attempting to skewer at the Dracyre's upp chest, tail swinging at the sword at this time. Tibalt pulls form his pouch, a small metal canister, filled with charcoal, sulfur and salt peter, all mixed together. He throws a small torch from the wall onto it, and announces to Panz.. "Run!" Panzaar Dracus growls loudly and eyes open brightly as he listens to Tibalt's request. Waiting for Hence's reply so he can jump out of the way :P Hence's plate metal is skewered as the bracer's spikes comes across, the spear moves in the way of the sword, at close range, parrying against him. The ring is now beginning to eat away at Panzaar, running would not make it go away. Panzaar Dracus jumps out of the way! Hence: (That did what?) Panzaar Dracus falls to the cobble! <THUD> Tibalt plugs his ears as the explosive goes off, decimating any life in hte alley.. Tibalt can not see Hence.. Hence looks down at Panzaar, spear stabbing down at his head, the ring should have gotten through his armour by now, and should be eating away his stomach. Panzaar Dracus notes magic is pretty damn weak.. takes a few more posts. Tibalt notes, that theoretically, Hence is dead, or armless from that grenade i just through at him. Emarice: (What's Hence's current position?) Hence: (Where he his?) You say, "(he's currently unmoved, trying to chop up Panzar)" You say, "(at the door)" Hence waits for response. Tibalt: [And Being King of Twinks, living through a direct Grenade shot...] Hence: (Sorry, didn Tialoom looks again at the dragon, "DO you know the name Max Wolfe? Hence: (see post.) Hence: (Will respond now.) Tibalt: [He should be, splattered against the wall, in chunks all over the cobble, or in the arena, having been thrown clear.] Panzaar Dracus twists around, bringing his halberd up to deflect the spear somewhat, hoping to snatch it as the grenade explodes. Terrance Ramuel leans his staff against the wall, and takes his pack off his shoulders Emarice moves out from behind the wall, looking from Panzaar to Hence. You say, "[The door was already smashed open :-)]" Tibalt: [Then, he should be inside the arena from the blast.. Hence notes that early explosives aren't the best, as he stabs down towards Panzaar's head, his armour on the right side is shattered to pecies, the Wrymme, blow against the wall, but standing. He laughs in small pain, as some acid drools from his side and the ring, which should now be eating at Panzaar's stomach. You say, "[We should issue a ticket for Hence's vandalizing and attacking a Therio Guard]" Tibalt thinks this guy twinks a little.. Not even a dragon would survive a grenade with this small area for the explosion.. the blast would be terribly concentrated.. You say, "(what about debris from the alley?)" Hence: (Early explosives.) Tibalt: [A large amount of those things, creates a mixture known as GUN POWDER, when exposed to flame, tends to explode.] Emarice: (I'm assuming there would be fair sized chunks of debris from the walls and all..?) Hence: (If you don't like Hences power, my roleplay, you can ignore me. I know, that my friends, other fellow vets, unlike yourselves, do understand my level of power and ability. Especially when IAM a SECOND generation Dracyre. It was un wise, for Panzaar's roleplay stake, to go about talking big to things which have alot more power then him. It is his fault ICly, for starting this. You have your options.( Emarice: (You have vet-syndrome.) Tibalt acts like the true Romeo, and twirls his intricate halberd around his finger, and then jams forward into the Wyrrme's back... Having his armor already been shattered, the Halberd would easily peirce his back, and perhaps his spinal collum. Hence: (I don't assume. Panzaar, I do have more power. Currently, Im at next to that of Mephisto, a God of Vampyres. You could ask him if you want. Or Floru, the God of Dracyres. It's your choice.) Tibalt: [You have a seven foot Halberd in your spinal colum M'friend Panzaar Dracus ughs and growls, the smoke burning through his chestplate and begins attempting to eat away at the mithril chainmail, he turns his head and jabs the hooked halberd blade at Hance's chest, as the creature is above him. Hence: (Sorry Tibalt, I've sat here and listened to you and Panzaar, and his crew of twinks, bitch me out. It seems this OOC fighting isn't going to end. Im going to have to ignore you guys untill your roleplay improves. Sorry.) [#] (Just a reminder: Please do not block gratings; please do not expect anybody to accept events that took place outside this Dream. We recommend against doing something magical and claiming "It's not MAGIC!"; this tends to be seen as "twinky".)