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[graybeardhalt]

-"Sure, I'll join you. I'd like to see the city. I haven't been to one in a long time." Kazuma said, taking some things out of his pack and putting them in his pockets. He threw the pack down and walked over to James.

-"Forgive me, but I must decline your offer. This blood needs to come off as soon as possible, and I don't think many people would appreciate an alien walking around covered in blood." Cleptsii smiled devilishly again and took off to the bathroom.

[thatfallout3guy]

James looked at Miles strangely, "In my experience it's always been good to learn more about the city you're staying in. And how knows? Maybe we would find some trouble makers to rough up. Also, please don't call me Sir James. Either just James or Captain will work nicely."

[ValenMedia]

“I think I’ll join you, James. I’m curious to see what this city holds. Even though I’d love to enjoy this luxurious suite,” said Valen with a smirk. "Give me a second to clean up a bit, first." He then headed over to the washroom in a futile attempt to clean the blood of his shirt.

[lukuz13]

Miles nodded a bit "Perhaps... I never like to miss a chance to learn about human culture." He paused for a moment and nodded "Very well, I shall accompany you as well, though I do hope the sight of such a warrior as myself does not frighten the people of your fair city." His voice echoed softly. "...Captain, that is." He chuckled again.

[Phrost]

Mitsuro sighed, "A true, loyal, man never leaves his friend's side." he said, walking towards James, "I suppose I'll join you."

[thatfallout3guy]

James nodded, "I'll take the silent treatment means you want to stay here," he said to Iridis as him and his group walked into the elevator. James, Valen, Miles, Kazuma, and Mitsuro then awaited until they reached the lobby, "Well let's go sightseeing! Hope you brought your cameras," James said with a chuckle.

[Mr.Chocobo]

"Oh bugger." Critias stated blandly as he crashed into the treetops outside the only city.
Trees ripped through the hull of the transport, and the attack vessels took potshots at him.

The ship finally plowed into the ground, and rammed its way through several trees.
Critias grabbed Tendril, his sword from the chair next to his.
"Right, time to get out of... Oh common!" He yelled, the ship was grinding its way right to a massive tree.
'In that case, The express rout it is' Critias thought to himself. He pulled out his sword and cut a triangle in the hull with three slashes, kicked out the section, and jumped through the hole just as the ship plowed into the tree and exploded.
Critias hit the ground, rolled, and came to a stop.
The attack ships flew over head, and landed in a clearing.
"Can't this day just bloody end?" Critias said as he stood.
He waited. Ready to defend himself.

[thatfallout3guy]

James stared in awe at what he saw while they were in the glass elevator, "Looks like it's our lucky day! I say we check it out." James said as there was a loud DING! The group rushed out of the elevator and headed in the direction of the crashing ship.

[Pulse]

Even on the roof, the juddering impact of the crash spread through the ground like a nuclear fission reaction; albeit less, though not much, detrimental to the surrounding area. To most in Marthas, the only evidence of the burning hulk of a ship striking the planet would have been the bright light in the sky, the dust spreading a little from the crater - purely visual evidence. But Iridis wasn't one of the ordinary folk of the galaxy: he was an Echani trained to use his other senses as much as his sight, in order to predict the movements of his foes and be better prepared. Eyes can lie, whatever pseudo-duelists may tell you. All such lies were of course clear of his, having had his eyes gutted out by his nemesis.

So at the top of the building he had been, the vibrations of the city like a symphony; the humming of the passing cars over and underhead like the strings of an orchestra, the factories a deep, rolling bass. Intrigued by this rogue occurance, he began to run across the roof toward the parapet of the next building across from him, gauging the jump...he made it! He grabbed the edge with his hand, swinging the slower half of his body for momentum and then leaping up onto the roof of the museum parked next door. Detecting the pipes upon the roof, he slid beneath one, then leaping atop another. Reading the objects ahead of him, he jumped from one to another like he used to back on the streets of Maestitia to avoid the myriad gangs. Sensing the presence of a passing flying car, he sprung for it, just grabbing the tail fin. Grinning at the driver's shock, he rode the roof of the car across the street, where he leapt off onto a lower car. From there he was cavorting about the traffic, jumping from one car to the next like a staircase downwards; only much more fun. Hearing the surprise of the civilians below, he became aware of just how much havoc he was creating. 'Glorious,' Iridis mused, 'I really should do this more often,' he promised himself.

Ahead, he heard, smelt and felt the presences of his new squad ahead. Laughing with glee, he dropped down to a market stall near the city walls, then bounded to the next...and the next. Hoping to surprise his comrades, he sprinted and leapt with all his force for the group, a distance of several metres. With utmost grace, he landed just in front of the squad. "Mentlegen. I have decided to join you," he affirmed, rising from his crouch.

[thatfallout3guy]

James stopped as he stared at Iridis, "You know there was an elevator right?" James asked with a chuckle, "Now we should probably get there before more bandits do," James said as he took off to the site of the crash.

The went through the jungle, led by smoke in the air. It got closer and closer until it was right in front of them. James stopped as he turned to the group, "I don't know if whoever this is will be glad to see us, or if they'll try to wear our bones around their necks. Be ready for anything." As James finished speaking he dove to the crash site, where he saw a winged man standing before him, "My name is Captain James. We saw your ship go down and wanted to check out what had happened, and you are?" He asked the man.

[Mr.Chocobo]

Critias held a hand up to silence those behind him.
He threw his sword past a tree, and its blade peirced the chest of a man in armour, who jumped out from behind a tree.
Critias bounded forth, using the momentum from his recently extended wings to send him all the way across the clearing that his exploding ship created. He tore his sword from the beings chest, and as he turned, sliced another en-armoured man completely in half.
"I dont know who the hell you guys are, but assistance would be nice." He yelled back, just as a group of about 70 other dark armoured men came rushing from behind the trees, and out of the cover of the smoke.

[lukuz13]

Miles turned to the large gathering of armored men, before turning back to the man.
"Indeed." He echoed to the others. "Questions can wait." He spoke simply, rushing forwards in a burst of speed, drawing his blade once more. One of the suits leaped forward, taking aim with some sort of gun. Miles swung once, and in a instant his weapon seemed to melt in half, before slashing sideways, ripping through the man's armor slashing his throat open.
"Your armor is nothing to my might." He hissed, as three more took aim nearby and opened fire. Suddenly he was gone, dashing towards them in a instant, his speed too much for them, the bullets bouncing off his armor before suddenly he was between them all.
"Scum!" He roared, in a flash of light suddenly two fell to the earth while the other choked up blood, reaching for an explosive he had at his side. Miles reached to stop the man but it was too late. A fiery explosion consumed them both, leaving Miles standing and the man collapsed in a mass.
"Foolish... your weapons are nothing." Miles spoke again, this time he turned to see another 6 surround him. They took aim as if ordering him to freeze, and slowly he turned around to them all.
"Surrounded... fair odds." He smirked, spinning once, taking hold of his blade and dashing forward, the bullets flying as he stabbed the blade forward, ripping into the beings armor, twisting and tearing out the side. The man next to him turned to fire, but was too late, three long pronged fingers gripped his helmet tightly.
"Too slow!" He boomed, ramming the man into the ground, forcing the blade through his chest, turning upwards now, spinning backwards as the blade was forced through his next this time, tearing his head off, where by Miles grabbed ahold of it, and slammed it back into the decapitated chest, forcing him down, twirling his body again to throw the skull across from him, knocking another man back. This dance continued for only a few seconds before most of the men lied dead and mutilated, Miles cornered the last one who started at him behind that emotionless mask as Miles did the same, burning blue eyes watching his every move, gripping his blood soaked blade tightly, landing suddenly as those three toes curled into the earth, preparing for the next move. At the same time the other man took aim, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. The stand off only lasted a moment. Miles vanished once again, kicking up a bit of earth as he moved out of side the man had enough time to fire off a few shots before suddenly his weapon stopped working. Looking down he could see the ammo feeder was gone, as was the barrel. Suddenly a shooting pain shot up his spine, before crying out in pain and collapsing on the earth. The Spectre Warrior behind him looked down with disgust, his hand grasping the man's vertebrae, before tossing it onto the ground, allowing the mess to drip away from his ghostly form.
"You never stood a chance..." He echoed harshly, as his glowing eyes surveyed the remainder.

[ValenMedia]

“I won’t mind helping out if it gives me a chance to shed blood,” spoke Valen with a sinister smile. He took sight of a group of the men and slowly made his way toward the, taking his time. They pulled their weapons out and aimed, in preparation to shoot. “Let us see if you can even land a shot,” he said with a smirk on his face. They began firing with relentlessly, confident that he wouldn’t get far. But every bullet curved around Valen, not even getting close to making contact. Valen rushed at them and unsheathed his sword. The man most forward of them bunch was quickly silenced his armor pierced by Valen’s blade.

“Now then, who’s next.” Valen ran toward them, slashing at their extremities, slicing them off. The one remaining man began to scurry off, fearful for his life. “Good, won’t have bother with them.” Valen began to look around his surroundings notcing the clusters of men. ’I hope that I’ll soon find a worthy challenge. Thus far nothing has proven exceedingly difficult. I guess I’ll leave the others to finish the job.’ Valen then walked away in search of a nice vantage point nearby to witness the rest of “battle.”

[Pulse]

Iridis laughed, unfurling his sword from his ivory scabbard. "Two fights in one day? I think I may just love you guys," he jested, turning to face the line of bandits advancing on him with swords brandished like spears in the afternoon sun. Spinning his sword aggressively to face the grunts, expression shrouded by his hood yet cold as ice, Iridis ducked beneath their blades and rolled past them; shooting one at point blank and decapitating another, the head sent flying off into the distance. Not allowing them a chance to strike back he slashed another from shoulder to hip, sending his foe reeling back as no longer a man but a bloody pulp. Blocking a blow from a two handed sword, he executed a wild counterblow: slashing downwards and slicing off the man's legs. Aware of the enemies beginning to surround him Iridis tore the sword from the dead man's grip and extended his own, spinning in a broad arc and beheading another 4 foes.

"The blades of the Echani are upon you!" He cried, stabbing backwards and dragging what was left of the dead man to be a meat shield for the next blade sent at him. Iridis severed his own katana from the chests of two men and retrieved a knife from a corpse, sending that into the chest of another foe at range. Iridis laughed, drawing his revolver in one smooth move and shooting the panicked man before him. At him came another squad of men: this time backed by 3 men armed with repeaters. "Oh, I don't think so!" He roared, dropping the backing gunmen all in the space of a few heartbeats. Sprinting at the men advancing him, he ducked below a spear and stabbed one with his katana then sidestepped a blow from another, breaking his neck with a sharp twist. Hand and blade both dripping with blood, he thrust his sword through the head of another. Suddenly, coarse hands grabbed from behind, hoping to leave him open to the lacerating blows of the other bandits. "You...dare...touch me!" He asked in fury, before viciously headbutting the man and throwing him over his shoulder. Iridis leaped over the heads of his enemies, landing with great impact...upon his attackers neck. Drawing his revolver for the final round, he ran into the last bandit and fired at point blank range, the man's chest torn practically in half.

Surveying the devastation with pride, he smiled beneath his hood, "19 kills in one day? I should go hunting more often!"

[Phrost]

Mitsuro just evaporated into a tree, "I'll let you guys take over," he said rematerializing on a branch. He waited a minute, but couldn't resist, he jumped onto the head of of one, breaking through the helmet, and sending shards into his skull. Mitsuro's eyes went white as a wall of water flew at 6 of the men. One dodged, but the rest where flung into various objects, killing them. '5 of 10' he thought. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" by this time Mitsuro had his bow in his hand. As he drew it back into 4 arrows he said, "A GUY WHOS GONNA TEACH YOU A LESSON". With the final enemy armed and ready, Mitsuro simply pulled back the string. "Game over," he said, releasing the arrow.