** Whatevz. If you do, I'm giving you a big 'ol bloody scar to live with. **
Skull looks to him. "I am nobodies plaything, especially his. I volunteered to help him, I was not enlisted directly." Skull knew the man would do nothing, and if he did Skull would die with a smile on his face.
The Exalted sighed. "I hoped you could be of some use to us." With a gesture, it signaled ten warriors to attack Skull. "Kill him, and bring his skull," The Exalted smiled. "To me."
Two were on the ground before they could rush him. Their heads oozed a crimson mist as Skull launched into action. In a single leap he was high above their heads, rolling in the dirt behind them. Cracking another on the elbow, his whole arm went backwards before he pretty much ran in circles from pain. Kicking dust into the air, several more held their eyes while Skull flung his club at the rest.
In the end he stood almost twenty feet from The Exalted, glaring. "You are blindly following your arrogance. You need me. You know this. To defeat me because of my attitude is to doom your cause."
A distant, screeching laughter could be heard at Exalted's location. Laughter of torture, of murder. It was chilling and inhuman, and made any normal man shiver. Nimikaleen had slaughtered plenty of the Necro'tyr's lesser ranks, the Necromethians that were unlucky enough to cross her path. Hell, anybody who crossed her path was doomed. The blood was everywhere, gore splattered the walls, and she constantly used this blood to write along the walls. Things like 'I can taste your fear' and 'Are you next?' always ending in a small smiley face. Nimikaleen was no longer aligned with anybody, instead she was her own, coldhearted demon. Her brain was no longer rotted from the influence of the Necro'tyr, and she had 'clearer vision' then she ever had before.
Nimikaleen eventually found herself beside Exalted and Skull, as well as a few other atramentar and necromethians. Nimikaleen laughed maniacally, and started brutally stabbing anybody who had their back turned, before they utter a scream.
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The Exalted turned quickly, staring down the lightning fast form of Nimakaleen. "What do you think you're doing, woman?" It roared, sending his retinue of Atramentar retreating a few steps. In an instant, it was upon her, Soul Hunter held in it's hand, threatening to take her head off. "Calm yourself! We are not the enemy!"
"My mind isn't rotted by the influence anymore. No, no more rotting. I am more free than I have ever been, and I realise my status. To kill everyone, and everyone I pass. They don't deserve my prescence! I will kill everyone!" She roared in laughter, dissapearing from his sight. She was behind him, raking his back with her claws. It wouldn't do any serious damage, but damn it is annoying.
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
"You are deluded!" The Exalted shouted. "You were brought in to being by the Necro'tyr! Your very existence is in order to serve it's will!" The Exalted kicked backwards, directly toward the stomach of Nimakaleen, while at the same time making a wide arch around his body with his sword.
Nimikaleen laughed. "So slow, Exalted. You should know by now you can't hit me." She giggled, reaching towards his slow-moving sword and stopping it with her own katana. She licked her blood claws, and raked them across his face at speeds faster than his eyes could follow.
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"How fun. Such devious affairs. Granted, it is a lesser race of demonspawn bent on human destruction..." Skull just kinda sits there, staring at them fight.
The Exalted licked the blood from his face with it's overly long tongue. "And you should know you can not overpower me." He dropped his sword. "I offer you a choice. Stay here, please yourself, and eventually die by overwhelming force, or run, quench your thirst for blood in the outside realm, and become a traitor to the Warband." The Exalted readied Soul Hunter. "The choice is yours."
"How about..." She whispered. "I pick the third choice." She stopped grinning, and was immediatley dead serious. As fast as she could go, she reached over and attempted to grasp the sword out of his hands.
((Please do so. You won't lose it forever, I'm gonna use it for one quick thing. :x))
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The Exalted gave a theatrical sigh, allowing Nimakaleen to take his sword. "Really? Two swords? I would have thought you were much more skilled than that." The Exalted became serious. "So, what is the third choice?"
Skull looks to him. "I am nobodies plaything, especially his. I volunteered to help him, I was not enlisted directly." Skull knew the man would do nothing, and if he did Skull would die with a smile on his face.
In the end he stood almost twenty feet from The Exalted, glaring. "You are blindly following your arrogance. You need me. You know this. To defeat me because of my attitude is to doom your cause."
Nimikaleen eventually found herself beside Exalted and Skull, as well as a few other atramentar and necromethians. Nimikaleen laughed maniacally, and started brutally stabbing anybody who had their back turned, before they utter a scream.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((Please do so. You won't lose it forever, I'm gonna use it for one quick thing. :x))