(Audience's reaction to Haraldur's comment about Zeros' mother:)
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooh..." (Heh...)
(Trent: Try going down to one character. I had to do that for a while, myself.)
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Draven placed his fingertips together in front of him.
"Yes, that would work. Here, take this."
He tossed Salazar a small green orb.
"Give that to your commander. I will broadcast the order to attack over that. Now at the risk of seeming rude, I must take my leave, as I have other matters to attend to. Good day, Generalísimo."
He stood up and began to walk towards the exit behind him.
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The necromancer's movements were very unnatural and sporadic, and he zipped through the forest while Ven began to fall farther and farther behind. He stopped, raising his staff to the sky.
"Hehehehehehehee..."
On the surface of a large tree behind him, a portal opened. It looked like a vortex of violet and black, and the matter around the portal began to twist and distort.
"I think not!!"
Sill in a full sprint, and some 100 feet behind, Ven slashed his sword through the air, sending a crescent shaped blade of wind at the tree, shattering it and causing it to fall upon the opening of the portal."
"W-W-WHAT?!?!"
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Valos' kick hit Mavas in the leg, tripping him and forcing him to do a sort of summersault to avoid tumbling on the ground. He broke away from Valos and landed on his feet about three feet away in a crouch, splintering another wooden chair in the process. He paused for a split second.
Curses. Have to do it fast or the rest of the camp will find out.
His form began to distort, a black aura engulfing him, and his body and armor morphed to their normal forms, his eyes burning red.
"Heh heh hehh..."
Without warning, his right hand drew the jagged blade on his back and thrust it forward. What looked like liquid metal flew from the sword-- a half dozen droplets that molded into small knife shapes in mid air, while flying at the general...
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General Vincent watched the collapsing tower through his office window within the center of the Redvik fortress. His hands behind his back, his eyes hidden behind the glare in his glasses. Soldiers began busting into his office at random intervals.
"Sir! An explosion! One of the south towers!"
"S-Sir! Witnesses report some sort of beam from the south!"
"Sir! T-they're firing at us! From Laus!!!"
"Sir! Shall I contact the capital?"
Vincent smiled. Just slightly.
"No, that will not be necessary."
"Huh...?"
He turned around to find some ten soldiers saluting him. The ones in the back waiting for the chance to give their reports.
"We have just been attacked. We require no permission for self defense. Prepare to return fire."
"B-but sir! There is no way our guns can reach that far!"
Vincent pointed to the sky. (But was actually pointing through the ceiling to the very tip of the fortress.)
"Ready. The BIG GUN."
*GASP*
"T-t-t-th-the B-BIG GUN, sir? But i-it's still..."
"Do it... NOW!"
They all snapped to attention at once, all yelling:
"Sir! Yes sir!"
and scattered out of the room.
Vincent turned back to the window. Finally, after all these years... the chance he was looking for... He shall be the one to defeat Ragnar... Oh, the fame! The glory! The fortune!