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They could be quite useful, or, you could just let them leave. Knowing there is shit going down in the Templar camp. Where they might be useful.Hurrr, attempt to make a speech or indulge and let them go. :v
I believe he has stated that he shall post on Wednesday.On one hand I know I should and IC for Laenaia to attempt to convince them to stay. On the other hand there's my strong aversion of making convincing speech. :v
When's your post Bruv? I'll bug you or someone else to help me make one until then. :B
Murd n' Gryff appraised tha thang practically wit twinned minds. Murd grasped his spear up in both handz as slightly across tha chamber Gryff prepared his shield and, sheathang his sword, prepared his Lizzle instead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "If you plannin on anythang betta do it quick." Gryff holla'd as Murd smiled at Nyla, "Lass, is ye wit me son?" Dude remarked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Da Minotaur n' Centaur both turned ta grill tha spider-woman. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was still undoubtably bangin n' tha two was countin on tha others aidin dem however they could. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But tha fact remained dat they too was fairly powerful, no sane playa would cross a Centaur or Minotaur yo, but dis thang was neither playa nor human.
And so diggin they hooves tha fuck into tha ground both Charged tha eight-legged hussy intent on openin her up.
Wrinklin her nozzle wit disgust all up in tha smell dat immediately greeted her, Nyla pulls back n' allows tha disgustin creature n' its crumbled skull ta slip down off tha wall wit a light thud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da thud however was easily drowned up by tha sound of Murderokz oversized crossbow, tha mechanizzle holdin back hundredz of poundz of force ceased its function as tha minotaur pulled tha trigger, causin tha bolt ta sail all up in tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. In less than a second, a unholy howl of pain could be heard, followed by tha sound of metal draggin against tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Movin ahead of tha minotaur n' raisin her shield, Nyla manages ta intercept tha long chain just up in time only ta peep it break her damaged shield up in two n' wrap round her arm. With a single pull, tha unsettlin sound of bones movin outta place graced Murderokz ears as Nyla gritted her teeth: Her humerus had been dislocated from her shoulder n' shit. Nyla manages ta remain standing, though her feet slid against tha ground as dat dunkadelic hoe tried unsuccessfully ta untangle tha chain from her arm.
Strugglin ta keep his thugged-out lil' pilum embedded tha fuck into tha ground against tha force of tha chain, Florence felt tha pilum finally buckle despite his wild lil' fuckin every last muthafuckin attempt ta compensate fo' tha force against tha shaft of tha weapon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Watchin tha chain suddenly pull back, his wild lil' fuckin eyes widen n' look ta peep dat Gremlock had managed ta unhook his dirty ass from tha chains mere moments before da thug would done been pulled ta a quick n' shitty dirtnap. Exhalin slowly, his wild lil' fuckin eyes momentarily move ta Gryff, whoz ass was resettin his fuckin limb near tha corpse of Trom. "Pity." Dude muttas as tha pimpin' muthafucka turns ta tha sound of nuff muthafuckin chains movin at once.
Thankfully tha poisonous gas was dissipatin as it spread further n' tha chemicals theyselves wore off, revealin all up in tha thin layer of gas dat Murderokz bolt had cleanly pierced tha left side of Arachne, green-black blood seeped from tha open wound as tha creature slowly moved away from tha wall, draggin tha seven smalla chains round her waist n' movin towardz Murderok n' Nyla. Da lil' girlz grill goes pale as her big-ass booty starts panickin n' looks back at Murderok: He'd risk his wild lil' freakadelic game savin her now yo, but phat word could go up bout his ass lata if he at least tried ta save her muthafuckin ass... "Yo ass is ghon be tha straight-up original gangsta morsel I'ma have had up in ages lil one."
Whilst all of dis was goin on, Aslo manages ta successfully reset Gremlockz dislocated limbs. Both Gremlock n' Gryff would still be slowed n' up in pain, though they could hobble n' still fight effectively, despite both bein aware dat dodgin incomin attacks would be highly unlikely at dis point.
Whilst Arachnez attention was on Nyla n' Murderok, her right side was present wit only three short chains attemptin ta defend her n' shit. Mysteriously, her three remainin Skuva was nowhere ta be found...
Kasim wasn't phased by tha angelz anger n' threat yo. His blood was rappin tha cold lil' woo wop of battle, as his oldschool orc mentor used ta say, n' it made his ass far too determined ta win dis fight ta care bout some flyin bastardz blowhard comments fo' realz. As da ruffneck drew a freshly smoked up arrow n' set it ta his bowstring, Kasim moved ta git a cold-ass lil clear blasted all up in tha angel n' responded ta Moiraz call all up in tha same time. "Fine, go find dem n' bust a cap up in em." Dude recalled tha other Biatchz Blades up in tha area n' included dem as well. "And you two, Draza n' whatever yo' name is, vampire lady, go help wit dat like a muthafucka. Leave tha flyin prick ta mah dirty ass."
Dude drew back tha arrow, sightin down it n' again n' again n' again aimin ta try ta account fo' tha wind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As da ruffneck did so his schmoooove ass called up ta tha angel his dirty ass, braggin bout his thugged-out lil' prowess wit his bow. "Y'know, one time I blasted a playa right up in between tha eyes from a hundred yardz away up in tha middle of a hurricane yo. Here, I be bout ta demonstrate fo' yo thugged-out ass." Bein a funky-ass believer up in timin ones quips wit they attacks, Kasim let his thugged-out arrow fly once da thug was done, hopin his schmoooove ass could make his utterly bullshit claim sound legit by struttin tha feat here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Bustin' a angel wit a arrow ta tha grill would make fo' a pimped out rap yo, but hey, why not git two fo' one?
Frownin her big-ass booty studied tha human, most curious n' her curiousitizzle made her drop a rhyme up. "Is you truly blind, biatch? Yo ass seem ta be like capable of movin without hindrizzle or guidance." Biatch was both statin it as a cold-ass lil compliment n' observation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked back once ta tha rock-slide before readyin a arrow but not yet nockin it on her bow, her own eyes dartin ta be on alert fo' whatever dat may have howled or anythang dat might done been attracted by tha rock-slide. "I be Ceann." Biatch added belatedly, her mind not straight-up focused on makin introductions as she felt her body still achin wit minor pains.
Andrea rolled her eyes, "Less rappin' mo' gettin tha fuck into tha forest, I would straight-up much like ta rejoin our companions before whatever demon comes up ta battle us." That n' git as much meat shieldz between her muthafuckin ass n' tha demon but she left dat unsaid.
Elrbetrt turned towardz Ceann all up in tha question. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Yes yes y'all, I am. I suppose bein up in darknizz fo' as long as I could remember helps." Dat shiznit was hard ta explain, especially since dat freaky freaky biatch had no clue how tha fuck sight looked like up in tha straight-up original gangsta place. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sound ta sound formed her ghetto, scents reinforced it, n' bust a nut on solidifies dat shit. "I be Elrbetrt of tha Westfeld crew. Well shiiiit, it is n-" Biatch stopped fo' a moment as tha drow interjected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "Sick ta hook up yo thugged-out ass. I apologize, tha lady is right. Let our asses make haste."
"Bitch speaks harsh but she... means well." Ceann replied, not statin fo' whoz ass Andrea means 'well'. "If you do need assistizzle feel free ta git a hand on mah shoulder or ask fo' realz. And lived up in darkness, you might find tha Underdark like laid back then." Biatch holla'd half up in jest.
Bitch glanced at Ceann n' frowned, why would dat freaky freaky biatch help up dis surfacer, a funky-ass blind one at dis shit. Perhaps her mind had been addled fo' livin all kindsa muthafuckin muthafuckin years under dat blindin orb up in tha sky fo' realz. A matta ta question her bout another time, right now she needed ta keep her attention on Gabriel, n' like dat Orc. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Speakin of tha forma dat biiiiatch went ta look fo' tha winged angel, "I guess we follow yo' lead fo' now, since you seem ta git a sense of where tha others are." Biatch holla'd when she locked eyes on him, while tryin ta sense tha magic aura of dat Orc shaman so dat biiiiatch wouldn't feel straight-up useless n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do.
Draza took a thugged-out deep breath as tha Republican soldier approached her, n' fuckin started ta look around, straight-up much likin Kasim's idea. Find tha other mage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wasn't shizzle if Kasim could handle tha angel on his own yo, but dat biiiiatch wasn't shizzle if there was anythang dat dat thugged-out biiiatch could even do ta make tha angel stop. Dat shiznit was malevolent, dat shiznit was bangin naaahhmean, biatch? Biatch was neither of them, n' confronted wit suttin' like dis was most unpleasant. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch couldn't tell if tha soldier at her disposal would be enough ta help Kasim.
But his schmoooove ass couldn't hurt.
"Yo ass hit him!" she exclaimed, mo' up in joy n' less up in surprise fo' realz. An real compliment ta tha dude, "You're solid, n' I know you can do it again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I have tha utmost faith up in you, n' up in tha phat dat tha angel has abandoned, dat you can do it again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Take another shot, adjust fo' tha winds, n' hit dat jerk where tha sun don't shine!" she gave his ass a push ta grill towardz his cold-ass target as Kasim boasted, "If his schmoooove ass can, you can."
Bitch placed her hand as comfortingly against his fuckin leg as dat thugged-out biiiatch could while tha pimpin' muthafucka took his shot, n' prayed, ta Lada, ta any phat angels up there, ta tha straight-up spirit of tha Rheinfeld people, she prayed fo' tha dude, as her eyes tried ta sweep n' find tha second mage yo. Her vantage wasn't pimped out yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't well climb on tha playa ta git a view without ruinin his shot.
"I believe," dat biiiiatch whispered under her breath, wishin dat thugged-out biiiatch could peep it as he fired yo, but havin ta look elsewhere fo' all they sakes.
Barthelo waits until tha last moment, then lowers his chin ta his chest so tha glass could go straight over tha fuck into tha guard's wind pipe. With a single pathetic mewl n' a funky-ass brief squirt of blood from a severed main artery, tha guard's grip fades from his ass as his wild lil' freakadelic game endz before his body could even crumple ta tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Sick one mate." Barthelo say wit a grin as he pulls up another pair of throwin knives, holdin one up fo' his compatriot. "Shall we?"
Mars gratefully took tha blade dat schmoooove muthafucka had been offered then looked back all up in tha playa Barthelo had slain n' muttered, "Nuff props, now we even." Next, he pointed tha steel blade ta Mikan, "Stay on her n' keep her safe...please. there is suttin' I need," he added faintly.
There had been a shitty howl, monstrous n' chillin ta tha bone. Dat shiznit was tha succubus, da thug was shizzle of it; Dude had ta hurry yo. Dude sprinted all up in tha bizzle room up in a mad dash, tha chaos which was ensuin juiced it up easy as fuck ta git lost up in tha crowd of playas whom stampeded fo' tha exits, Mars broke off n' went down tha fuck into tha hall which da thug was shizzle tha shitty bellow had come. There lay Abida up in pool of blood, up in a glizzle Mars was taken aback yo, but swiftly he fixed his wild lil' fuckin eyes on tha succubus.
"Yo ass was tha juice behind Deimos' mackdaddydom, biatch? With his ass dead is you still?"
Da succubi chuckles, then erupts tha fuck into laughta as her big-ass booty snaps her tail against a nearby wall ta remove a shitload of tha blood, causin tha stone wall ta buckle a lil. "Perhaps, mah lil dope..." Mars would feel tha aura dat affected Abida slowly affectin him, though bein up in her legit form drained her n' it slowed tha process. "Now, please, do kindly run away... Before I gotta dirty mah dirty ass wit another mortal upon mah unsheathed tool."
Again, Esyllt was reminded by Maeven of how tha fuck lil she knew bout tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch busted out tha hybrid of her magics onto tha ground, where it quickly crawled outta sight. Except Esylltz of course fo' realz. Although dat freaky freaky biatch had practiced it a handful of times wit lil' small-ass birdz n' rodents back up in Renalta, rockin her own creation as a telepathic scout up in a alien environment made her ass skip a funky-ass beat. Da skull crawled so low ta tha ground yo, but tha visions it projected up in her mind was as real as tha ones dat biiiiatch witnessed wit her straight-up eyes.
As tha undead golem continued ta scout, Esyllt tried her dopest ta multi-task her senses. Dat shiznit was not a easy as fuck task ta deal wit two different visual perspectives at once. Yet, dat thugged-out biiiatch could not help but overhear tha conversation between her biatch n' tha amazons.
"My fuckin sympathies," Esyllt softly holla'd ta Rashan wit her head bowed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! For a moment she felt relieved her own mutha remained safe within hood walls yo, but a tha same time guilty fo' dat straight-up thought. "Us thugs will uncover tha real deal soon." Esyllt tried ta ascertain Rashan yo, but she knew dat thugged-out biiiatch could not be of further comfort... Not now, nahmeean, biatch?
Esyllt turned ta tha shaman, Umano, telepathically n' exclusively. "Forgive me fo' mah crude suggestion," Biatch was rappin ta tha shamanz mind, even all up in they psycho connection, Esylltz lyrics resounded heavy on her ass. "Would it be easier ta drop a rhyme ta a spirit if you knew they identity, biatch? Rashan mentioned her mutha when her big-ass booty saw tha necklace. If you could call her forth, we might learn mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Or-" Esylltz spirit uplifted slightly, "If her dope ass do not answer... Could dat mean dat thugged-out biiiatch could still be kickin it?"
Dammit miscommunication. :(Laenaia never posted her collab and thus was skipped this round.