07.26.3013: Field Dissection
Summary: A group of Khourni and their allies investigate a report of possible Hostiles.
Date: July 26 2013
Related: None Directly
Hostiles Johana Kaedin Michael Erik Devon Victor Thalo 


Laskaris lands, The Crescent
In the first sceneset
July 26 3013

Laskaris lands. At the south end of the mountain range that Obsidia caps, they're a hard place, where mountain meets the beginning of the Black Wastes. They've become an even harder place in the last six years or so, since the divorce between Anabethe and Nicolas left the family all but desolate and unable to pump a good deal of resources into keeping the place livable. People here keep to themselves, so it's taken time for word of strange discoveries and activities around the factory town of Hecate to reach Volkan. Disappearing animals, strange noises, and discoveries of bits of tech and signs of suspected Hostile activity eventually reached the Blackspyre.

Stuck in councils with her father, Anabethe deputized a group of Crimson Drakes and assorted knights to go and investigate the claims. Thalo, as the senior knight, was given command along with an intel packet detailing the area in question. Said area is in the foothills, dark and sharp things with treacherous footing. Two children playing claim to have heard strange noises of machinery, but being well-trained Khourni children, they ran home rather than investigate further. It's a few miles outside of town, and at the moment…all looks deserted.

Of course when Obsidia or anywhere on the Crescent is involved, Johana is there at all costs. This time, she has even brought along her squire. Her visor of her armor is lifted and her sword is already in hand. At the moment, she's looking towards the commander in charge, Thalo, awaiting direct instructions.

Kaedin is wearing his Apex Aggressor armor, helmet currently collapsed as he looks around. He has his huge sword sheathed on his back, and a compound bow next to it. he stands ready next to Johana and Michael, looking to Thalo who was pur in charge.

When Johana told him he was coming along for the mission, Michael was both surprised and excited. It had been a while since he'd fought… and with his newly recolored armor, Michael was excited to stand ready next to his knight. His helmet's eyes gave off their decorative glow, as he looks to Thalo also waiting for further instruction.

The Valen that is soon to be Ibrahm has been spending time at the Ibrahm encampment out at the Veldt on Obsidia. Not only is he getting use to the terrain and location, but he is trying to do what he can to get to know the men that will be fighting for him in the future. And he knows no better way than to fight at their sides as battles create a unique bond. When the call went out for knights, Erik did not hesitate to answer it, despite the fact that its origin is Khourni. Personal issues is easily put away for the greater good, for duty, however the lack of horses does make the young Valen Knight feel like his wings are clipped. His armor, painted with a new color scheme, will either intrigue or piss off some of those here, but it is what he chose to do and he is staying the course.

Devon has joined the small group at the suggestion of her betrothed. Though she had not intended to volunteer her skills to the Khournas armies until she felt comfortable just living in the Blackspyre as a more permanent resident, she was reminded by a ghost in the back of her mind that it would do this entire situation some good to try to be one of them than apart from them. So, she suited up in her armor and joined the party. The aforementioned armor is matte obsidian-colored color armor looks freshly cleaned, and the underarmor colored a gradient shade of red and orange that looks like cracks of ember at the core of a dark coal. Attached to her pauldrons is a cowl that has been electro-treated to match the same hue of her lava-red hair. She bears no weapons on hip or back, but there is a band around the upper arm of her left limb with the red holographic cross of a medic. Her helmet is in place, and is mostly disguised beneath the deep shadows of her cowl. She strides with the others, feeling together and yet apart at the same time.

Victor has hated the Laskarises for… oh… sevenish years. Hell, they probably know his armor here, which is why he hasn't come here in the last six years since he threatened to throw Nic off the top of the Blackspyre. He's walked up into the foothills, like a good Khourni. His heavy, powered axe rests at his hip, and although he walks somewhat near Devon, he's kept mostly quiet, his helmet in place. Inside his helmet, however, holograms play and shift, showing noise reports and any missing people. The similarities between his armor and Devon's didn't get a comment, and he's held off for as long as he could, but finally, he comms the other armor suits, "You've got your Valen wearing your colors already, Ana? What's your secret?" Whether he's needling the Young Lady or the future Mister Ibrahm is… open for debate.

Glancing to the side to first Michael, with whom she shares a smile, to Kaedin, Johana keeps her own sword in hand, in case she should need it in a hurry. As Erik approaches, this time she recognizes the colors of his armor, so she knows who it is behind the black and red. There's a quiet look to the Valen though her attention breaks off him when Victor addresses her. Only then does she give a cocky grin and gives the pat Khourni/Ibrahm answer. "It's the amazing sex. I've got him addicted." Right.

When Thalo arrives with the others, he's in his usual Defender armor, his hammer in its cradle on his back. "God damn Valen. Paintin your armor doesn't make you fuckin Khourni." Thalo states. And no, he wasn't trying to be quiet about it. Then again, most know Thalo has more Khourni and Ibrahm pride than just about anyone…even the main liners. "Alright, let's move out, spread formation. Keep your AI's on sweep mode if you've got it, find whatever you can. We don't have much to go on, just the location of the foothills. "Keep your ears open too."

<FS3> Erik rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Thalo rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Devon rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Michael rolls Alertness: Failure.
<FS3> Victor rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Kaedin rolls Alertness: Failure.
<FS3> Johana rolls Alertness: Great Success.

Kaedin lets his helm rise up and cover his head as he continues his walk. "Apex, scan for line of sigh hostile, I want allies in green, put a watch marker over Michael." he says, since by his guess Mikey is the one who would need the most help should he falter. With his basic HUD setup, he removes his huge sword from his sheath, opting to 'when in rome' it instead of take out his bow.

The answer by the Ibrahm Heir almost has Erik choking but he recovers by offering a clearing of throat, of course he doesn't deny it either. However, hearing Thalo's comment, the Valen can't help but laugh out loud, "No, you are right, Knight Lieutenant, it doesn't. But it does help keep me out of harms way when you Khourni go on a mindless rampage, lashing out at anything that isn't wearing the proper colors." The smirk that the Valen wears perhaps has a touch of arrogance in it, but when the orers to move out is given, Erik's face turns a bit more passive and certainly more serious as he slips his helm on. It seals to his Aggressor Armor as the visors slides shut, "Understood Knight-Lieutenant, sweep mode engaged." With the confirmation of orders being received clearly given, he voice activates the proper command for his AI as they begin to move out, as well as tagging the friendlies.

Michael looks over to his knight for a moment, then glances to the Valen as he approaches in house colors. His shrug isn't visible underneath his pauldrons. He moves into formation and begins to scan the area with his eyes, his tactical sensors still only short range even if the armor is supposed to be Valen main line made.

That cowled head turns a bit to regard Victor and then the Valen beyond. Devon's expression is hidden beneath that smooth mask, or those around her would easily see how it darkens at Thalo's words. She glances toward Erik though, offering him a slight nod of her cowled head before she replies across the unit comms, "The colors suit you." And then she turns her focus inward as she speaks privately with her AI. "Shepherd, activate protocols alpha-six-eight-three and differentiate friendlies." Translucent colors burst across her interior visor as her AI goes to work. The AI replies in a sombrous affirmative once it is complete. As everything springs to life around her, she notes a disturbance through the debris. "Sir Thalo," her voice cuts in. "It looks as if something has been through this area recently." And she points out the tracks.

Victor laughs easily at Johana's response, "I've always wondered, do Valen really… you know…" no, he's not being specific, letting Johana fill in whatever 'disgusting' habit she wants to blame on her betrothed. Especially after that comment from the Valen. "Oh, we're not lashing out at anything, we're aiming for you Valen." Beneath the stylized skull of his helmet, his lips skin back from his teeth in a grin. His head tilts slightly to one side, and he speaks inside his helmet a moment, "Vera, give me a pattern match on the debris. Shard size focus." A grid spreads across his view, several sections of the terrain highlighting. He nods over at Devon's comment, pointing himself, "They move off that way. Nice catch, Dev." It's a new attempt at a diminutive, and he glances over to spot any body language reaction that might result from its use.

Once the tracks are pointed out, it isn't too hard to see them. There are places where the shale and obsidian shards that make up most of the landscape have been further crushed, sometimes scattering, sometimes turning to smaller shards. For those from greener pastures, it's hard to see. For the Khourni whose landscapes are all too often nothing but stone? It's as clear as a six-foot path through trampled waist-high grass. Unfortunately for the scouts, the path seems to head deeper into the foothills. At least it's also following the low-lying areas. If they look behind them, they can see where they head toward the road back to town, though someone - or something - has taken care to clean them up a few hundred yards from the road.

Hearing Victor's laugh, Ana glances over, her visor still up. At the question, she grins. "They definitely don't cry afterwards, contrary to popular belief. But yeah, the other? Most definitely." Being deliberately as vague as him to keep it playful, she grins at Erik, glad he always took the teasing well. After alerting her own AI, Johana looks up sharply at the question from Thalo to Erik. As Erik seems to hold his own, she doesn't respond at all, instead, she intently looks around, moving out with the others. Michael is given a reassuring nudge from her arm, but as Devon points out the same tracks the Ibrahm had seen, she gives it a closer once over. "Just looks like the transport treads that bring the shipments." But then something else catches her eye and she moves closer to explore, bending over as best she can in her armor. "Something shiny in here."

There is a slight dip in Erik's helmet as the young Valen nods his head in Devon's direction when he catches her words of compliment to him. It also appears that he isn't taking Victor's comments badly, in fact taking it in stride as there is no biting or defensive remark back, especially since their recon patrol has started. Erik also catches the trail with the stone shards being crushed a bit, "Seems like someone or something stomped or rolled through this area. Definite activity." When Johana offers her observation though, a second glance is given to the tracks and it makes sense when it is pointed out. His progress forward slows to a stop though when the Ibrahm Heir announces that she found something, instead of looking down as well, he is scanning the horizon, to see if anyone or anything is watching them pick up the potential anomaly.

Kaedin looks twoards the tracks once they are pointed out, and kinda silently curses himself… unfamiliar landscape and all. "Don't worry Erik, it's just hazing. My uncle hung my bedroll over a cliff in the drake mountains when I was trainning." He says with a snicker. He doesnt say anything else aside from that, and yes, it only got worse the better he got. He steys back from everyone else gathering around the shiney object, more interested in busting heads, though.. this might lead them to said heads to bust.

Michael stays unusually quiet. Even after the nudge from his knight. To him, it's all just shale and rock. He continues to keep his eyes on the surrounding area, even after Johana mentions the finding of a shiny object. His thoughts remain his own, and though the comm line in is open, the comm line out is fully closed. His sword is drawn now, making sure he's ready.

Thalo ignores whatever comments the others have made about anything but 'Yes Sir' and 'There's some shit over there'. The Wall hmms moving to the tracks, "Victor, you're on point with me. The bride to be keeps up the rear with the Valen. Don't want to have to explain to the Vale why I let their precious little boy get a boo boo." Man…Thalo really doesn't like Valen's… "Keep back fifteen feet in case it's an ambush waiting up there. Ana, you've got mid with Kaedin and Michael." And with that, he's following the tracks taking point.

As they get closer to the object that caught Johana's eye, it becomes more and more clear just what it is. It's a familiar shape. There are…fingers. A forearm. It is, however, very shiny. And it doesn't exactly look like normal, Havenite cybernetics, either. Rather than trying to appear human, it is distinctly - pointedly - mechanical. Alien.

Hostile.

<FS3> Devon rolls Psychometry: Great Success.

Yep, a Hostile glittering. Not fun. Johana's blade already drawn just as she makes the extinction and her AI lets her know of an unfriendly, she calls it out. "Hostile!" With Kaedin and Michael at her side, she looks between them. "Just don't take any unnecessary chances, Michael. We got this." Nodding to Kaedin, glad he was there to help her make sure Michael was also covered.

The Grantham Witch glances over toward Victor at the use of the diminutive, though her armored body does not hint much of a reaction at all to its use. She doesn't seem to warm to it immediately, but neither does she seem to grow cooler to the Khourni. He probably can consider that a win, there just isn't a bonus point. She steps up beside Johana at the mention of the shiny object, and she looks down at it as it becomes revealed. She frowns deeply at the sight of the alien cybernetics, and she immediately straightens once more. Her head immediately tips upward as she scans the skies a bit, and then her eyes fall on some dark shapes lazily circling in the skies. She steps back from Johana a bit. She intakes a smooth breath, and an aura of whitish light mixed with a low burning flame spreads across her body as she enters her Awakened State. Her gaze remains locked on one of those circling buzzards, and she turns her palms upwards as her body goes incredibly still. She blinks, and she immediately sees through a completely different set of eyes, looking down across the Wastes.

Victor shakes his head, "You're shattering my illusions, Ana. But at least the other thing's still true." He moves off to the right-hand side of the tracks, staying off them in case someone wants to study them later. Gathering the axe from his hip, he frowns at Ana's additional note, "A crawler off the road. Huh." He looks up in to foothills, "Wonder if they got stuck or ran into some other trouble." Thalo's directions draw a grunt, and he looks back to Devon, smirking behind his helmet, "Enjoy the view." Still, he moves up to the front of the group as directed, although he opens a private channel to Thalo, "Pretty sure she can handle herself, man." The identification of the metal piece as he walks past, causes him to stiffen, scanning around, "Vera, give me a 360 view, 180 degrees per tier, 10-percent dampening." His view shifts, and he stops where he is a moment, looking over his HUD for a moment even as Devon's aura spreads out through his expanded view, "Clear view."

Orders are orders, and since Thalo was given command of this patrol, Erik has no complaints about where he is assigned, even answering with an "Understood, Knight Lieutenant." Those are the only three words spoken, the rest remain unsaid though the silence could announce a variety of things. When Devon begins to glow, the Valen recognizes it immediately as powers being used and his own bastard sword is pulled from his sheath. Erik will be covering the Awakened while she does what she does best.

Kaedin looks at the arm. "Damn." he says, not used to finding random peices just lying about, he is more used to cutting said peices off. He looks back to Johana and nods about keeping an eye on michael, putting a personal comm to him, so no one else can hear. "Breathe easy Mikey, remember your training."

<FS3> Thalo rolls Electronics: Good Success.
<FS3> Victor rolls Electronics: Failure.

The arm - or forearm, rather - doesn't seem to be too much of a threat at the moment. It's still, sitting there next to the tracks. There are buzzards circling in the sky, along the path that the treads have gone, about twenty minutes walk following them. It's around a bend in the path, and there's nothing to be seen from where they are, but Devon will see what they're hunting below.

All of Devon's senses are sharing those with the buzzard, so she cannot hear the conversation that is around her. This causes her to interrupt whoever might be talking as she reports back as her mind soars within that of the bird's. She can feel the wind around her arms, she can hear the faint and intelligible noise from the Khourni scout party, but it is the scent that captures her. Blood, rot, and something faintly metallic. "There are a number of dismembered bodies ahead. The buzzards are eating them as we speak," she says, and there is an almost hunger in her voice as she feels the need within the body of the bird. "They are avoiding the inorganic material." There is a pause from the woman. "They are Hostiles."

Thalo slows by the arm, eyeing it for a moment before he continues on, "Michael, grab the arm. There's meat on that bone, could mean we've got a wounded hostile nearby." And then he's moving into the front again, following the tracks. On the private channel, Thalo responds, "I have no doubt, Vic, but last thing we need is visitors getting killed trapsin around on our missions. Plus if there is an ambush, this is what you and I do." Then he switches back to his regular helmet comm, "Yup, already established that. Let's keep moving."

Hostiles? Though there were a few squads unaccounted for after the last push against the Hostiles, no skirmishes have been reported in this area. In fact, the reports that reached the Blackspyre were suspicions of Hostile activity with no trace of them yet found. That's odd…

Michael doesn't seem to understand the others' need to make him out as if this were his first battle all over again. Oh well, the excitement gone for now. He bends down, scoops up the arm thing and without looking places it into his rucksack. Since they walked to their destination this time, he carried supplies on him. He still remains silent, waiting for further instructions.

Kaedin listens to Devon and blinks abit, what the hell is out here killing hostiles is his question.

Victor doesn't feel the need to press things further, moving out with Thalo ahead of the group. With the press of a button, the haft of his axe extends to double it's previous length, although he keeps the weapon held up high beneath the axe-head. Devon's information cause him to chuckle darkly, "Damn, now I'm hungry. Who else could go for a steak?"

Devon doesn't actually hear Thalo, but she immediately yanks back from the buzzard as it dives down to land before one of the dismembered heads and starts in on the soft flesh around its cybernetic eyes. She staggers back a step as she tries to right her senses once more in her own human skin. She straightens a bit as she reaches up to touch the side of her head, and then she glances around her as if to figure out what she might have missed while she was Borrowing. Her aura does not immediately retract back into her armor, white light and flames licking over the exterior of her armor.

Looking back towards Erik when the arm is identified, Johana shrugs in her armor, but then her attention is back on Kaedin and Michael. "I know Michael, indulge me." Her lips quirk in a semblance of a smile as she nods back to Kaedin in return, walking ahead as the others do. The whole magic thing Devon does freaks her out a little, but since she'd seem Nitrim doing it before, Ana gets past it fairly well, only giving Devon a slightly wary look.

When Devon staggers, Erik reaches out with a hand to help steady her at the shoulder, "Interesting trick you got up your sleeve there." The Valen comments, certainly appreciating specialized skillsets like obtaining a clear view from another angle. Once the group begins moving forward again, Erik does pick up rearguard duty, his focus more behind the group than ahead, trusting the others to call out an alert if something does pop up ahead of them.

It's about twenty minutes through the winding ravine to where the buzzards feast, the footing treacherous and uncertain in many places. Shale slips, shatters, and leaves sharp shards behind. This isn't much of a place for sneaking, with the sound of rockfalls echoing off of the mountain walls and bouncing back and forth until it's hard to tell if all the noise is their own, or if it's coming from somewhere above them, ahead of them, or behind them. When it rains, this is a natural flood spot, where water rushes through the confines of the space between the foothills. Anything up ahead would be washed away, scattered to remove any trace of what happened. Luckily, the skies above are clear. Or at least only cloudy with the usual amount of ash and dust, with no signs of impending rain.

As they round the bend toward the clearing, though, there is something much more grisly ahead. There's something of a clearing, a place where mineral springs bubble up. Where animals might stop for a drink. At the moment, though, there are pieces of what might have been anywhere from five to twelve bodies strewn about. Body cavities, arms, legs. Few heads, or anything distinguishing. There are buzzards above, and in the clearing, more buzzards feast on the remains. One pulls guts out of a limbless torso, using talons to hold away a part that - despite the smearing of blood and intestines - seems to have something mechanical attached to it.

Kaedin looks to Johana. "You get used to being around an awakend." He says, not even flincking at the aura. Thoug the sight of dead hostiles, while a nice sight to behold, means that there isn;t any to kill… yet. "If I didnt know any better, I'd say you were allready here Vic…"

<FS3> Victor rolls Hostile Lore: Good Success.
<FS3> Kaedin rolls Hostile Lore: Failure.
<FS3> Devon rolls Hostile Lore: Good Success.
<FS3> Thalo rolls Hostile Lore: Good Success.
<FS3> Johana rolls Hostile Lore: Success.

Victor looks back to Devon as she staggers, a small 'rear view camera' showing in the upper right hand corner of his HUD. And there's the Valen to steady her, so he turns back to the front, walking slowly and steadily over the rocky surface. As they turn the corner, Victor calls out, "Just like Devon said. Bodies." He waits a moment as they close, "Seriously fucking carved up. And yeah, Hosties." Kaedin's words cause him to bark a laugh, although he only gives the dead bodies a moment's look before he turns to study the ridgeline around them, "Vera, track the ridgeline. Call out if anything breaks it." Then he shifts back to the comm system, "Even I don't blend things this bad. Keep your eyes up, folks."

This is where the tracks end. In fact, the shale is crushed around most of the body parts, looking as though the area was meticulously quartered for anything of interest. Everything about this place suggests that it has already been found by the people who were interested in it, and no one intended for it to be found.

"Something that I learned at the Academ," Devon says to Erik at his comment, and she offers him an unseen smile that is at least heard in her voice. "It is fairly useful to walk around the zoo in Landing and experience different… perspectives." Then she quiets as they start onward. She has fallen back to the rear of the group now, which is perhaps purposeful as she occasionally looks behind them. It isn't as if the scene they come upon is new to her. She saw it from above, and then during the landing of the buzzard who still seems interested at the soft tissue of a nearly faceless head. She grimaces a bit. "Something doesn't feel right," she says more or less to herself. She continues forward now as the party slows to regard the bodies. She approaches the closet dismembered body part, ignoring the buzzards for the most part. She squats down slowly, gently lifting what she assumes is a thigh without hip or lower leg still attached. She starts to examine it.

<FS3> Devon rolls Medicine: Good Success.

For just a moment after seeing the carnage, Johana's steps falter and she lifts her visor again and looks towards Erik. "Remember those… things in the mine? The mechanical people?" Stepping a few steps backwards as she does remember all the repercussions of the mine, she visibly shudders, swiveling to look back at Thalo with an almost stricken look before she flips her visor back down and tries to compose her own self.

Now that is an interesting thought that Devon offers, Erik realizing that a trip to the zoo isn't so simple anymore with powers like her's. When the group comes upon the gruesome results of what happened to the Hostiles, the Valen once more focuses his attention not on the obvious but out on the ridgeline, knowing that this could be a potential hot zone. Hearing Johana's words though, he answers back, "The same thought popped up in my head, but those crazies worshipped the Hostiles. I don't think they would do this to them."

Thalo moves closer to the bodies, turning on a few different scanners in his armor, "What the fuck is going on here…" He takes a few moments there, considering the cybernetic carcases, "If anyone's got a theory….now's the time." he stands and moves off towards the edge of where the bodies area. "Whatever did this…couldn't have been the locals, they don't have the military force for it. Do they?" He glances towards Victor, then Ana, as they might know better than he.

Michael retains his odd calm silence. Having not responded to anyone save doing as he his ordered without so much as a yes sir. He doesn't pay the body parts much mind, focusing on the area around them.

Kaedin looks around and tilts his head. "Internal conflict?" he suggests, though it's a wild ass guess at this point. "Or shoddy manufactoring…"

When Erik misunderstands her, Johana lifts her visor and looks back at him again. "I wasn't saying they did this. I'm saying this could be some of them. Something is out of the ordinary here.. Very. We've killed Hostiles. Have they ever looked like this inside? Something is very wrong.." She can just feel it. Walking nearer the parts and pieces, the buffet of carnage, she holds her breath..

Devon frowns as something catches her eye. "Shepherd, zoom him on lateral quadriceps." A spiraling, circular hologram appears on her visor, zooming in on the desired area of the thigh. She reaches out to touch at the space that has captured her focus, ever so gently peeling open that section of decomposing muscle wider to get a better look. It is then that a small, glinting piece of metal within the muscle catches her eye. "A nerve sensor," she mutters to herself. Then she blinks as she realizes something. "By the Crone…" And she looks across the strewn bodies. "They've been harvested."

Stone cracks beneath their feet, though more softly here. Whatever rolled around and made those tracks already crushed most of the larges pieces of shale in the clearing. So it should be something of a surprise to hear the sounds of scattering stone and breaking shale from further up ahead, around the next bend in the ravine. Shortly behind the sound arrives a small squad of Hostiles. One elite, clearly a leader. Two scouts flanking him. And three soldiers in the rear.

There is a moment after the Hostiles arrive when they all stop, staring at the carnage in the clearing. The Havenites standing over it. If they were human, one might even think it's a moment of shock. It doesn't last very long, though. In a breath, the Elite is roaring - or as roaring as one can in their strange, chittering language - at his compatriots, and the scouts are aiming launchers at the Havenites.

Kaedin notes the hostiles and slams his sword int othe ground, drawing his bow with a quick action knocking back an arrow. "Lets see if I can do this again…."

Michael looks at the Hostiles, since his attentions had been the surrounding areas, with a mix of 'Huh, 'bout time.' and 'Well damn, suppose it's 'bout time.'. Of course, they are a bit far away and they are using those stupid launcher things so Michael just waits for now. They'll get closer and when they do, he'll follow Johana's lead.

Carets spring up at the edge of the clearing as the Hostiles arrive, and Victor calls out, "Hosties rounding the bend." The bass sound rumbles through the comm system as he slaps the haft of his now double-handed axe into his left hand. "Incoming!" He moves out from the rest of the group, already accelerating toward the incoming Hostiles.

Devon looks up sharply at the announce of incoming, though she seems a bit slow in pulling herself together. Her brain is still working on the puzzle over what happened to this Hostile limb.

Thalo's eyes light up on his helmet and he calls out, "Hostiles! Close ground and engage, use any ranged weapons you've got on the way!" He pulls the hand crossbow out of the holster on his leg and fires off a shot at a Hsotile as he starts to charge off towards the nearest group.

The alert of Hostiles approaching is what catches Erik's attention fully, as he was puzzling over what Johana was saying about Cultists being the ones that were harvested instead of these being Hostiles. There is no hesitation from the Valen as he grips his Greatsword in hand and charges along with Victor, not bothering with range weapons as that would only delay the charge.

Harvested. Well that definitely made more sense! Kind of. As the carets on her own pop up, Johana looks at Michael, gives him a confident smile and flips her visor down. "I've seen you fight Michael. You're good to go." Soon as they can get to those around the bend. Wrapping both her hands around her sword, she prepares to get into the thick of things.

<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile11 with Hand Crossbow - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thalo's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile3 with Bow - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Johana takes careful aim at Hostile10.
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Thalo with Launcher - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile11's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Hostile10 attacks Devon with Launcher and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile10's weapon clicks empty.

It is too late. Just as Devon drops the thigh, she stands from her squat only to see the trajectory of a launcher ribbon flying past her head. That would have hurt should it have hit. She immediately summons up her aura, bright flames mixing with white angelic light as it consumes the entire ember exterior of her armor. She draws her hands into her chest as she prepares to launch a ball of combustion toward the offending Hostile.

The Hostiles charge toward the Havenites, and this time, there's something different about the attack. Always before, the Hostiles have been almost detached about what they're doing, but certainly in control. Now? Now they're angry, and they're attacking the Havenites with a very loud rage.

Michael nods to Johana's words. If he spoke, no one would have heard it, but he does watch as the hostiles fire away and then our side fires away. He focuses in on the large guy at the front, stepping forward to engage him when the hostiles finally start to get into range for the melee side of things.

Kaedin holsters his bow and grips his greatsword. "Pissed off hostiles…" he says as he charges in, spotting the elite he growls back. "Now you know how we feel metal head!"

The Hostiles may be charging, but they're not the only ones. Victor swirls his axe down low at his side, his boots scattering shale aside with each pounding step. The axe-head swoops low, then circles up high over his head, "Come on you metal motherfuckers! I'm gonna turn you into fucking fillets!"

As they finally get near enough, Johana goes towards the one she's been eyeballing, zeroing in as she lifts her sword now, she's intent on cutting one down, hearing the talk around her, she doesn't exactly add to it, but her sword hopefully disassembling the enemy.

Emotional Hostiles was definitely something that Erik wasn't expecting but he is more than willing to oblige as a wicked grin appears under his helm. Those who fight purely on emotions were easier to predict, easier to beat and the Valen is now hoping that this is the case with Hostiles. The one that he selects to square off with is the invader wielding a Polearm, rushing at the mechanical being before bringing his bastard sword down on a diagonal slash.

Thalo fires off a bolt at a hostile, it slams into the things armor, but thats it. A ribbon from its launcher does the same with his own armor. That bolt is spent and he re-holsters the weapon, reaching over his shoulder as he charges and pulling his huge maul war hammer free of its craddle. The craddle retracts back into the armor automatically. "Spike, track hostiles red, 30% bleed. Mark friendlies, green 5% bleed." and then he shouts out, "COME GET SOME!"

<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile10 with Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile3 attacks Kaedin with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Thalo with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile21 with Greatsword - Serious wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile10 with Psychometry - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile22 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile11 with Great Bludgeon but Hostile11 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile3 with Sword but Hostile3 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile3 with Greatsword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile22 attacks Victor with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile21 attacks Erik with Polearm but Erik DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hostile20 attacks Devon with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Hostile10 attacks Johana with Bludgeon but Johana DODGES!

Kaedin smirks at the hostile swings wide, and his neck shot ends up being a stab in the gut. "G'bye lunch!" he says as he twists the blade out and goes for another strike, attempting to stant toe to metal crap with the hostile.

This new calm he feels, not like the old way… different. He's getting used to it still as this is his first battle in a while. His stike was a good one, but the large hostile was able to step out of his attack, probably why Kaedin's strike didn't land where it seemed aimed at. At least the hostile is wounded, and Michael is already bringing his blade at the thing again.

It seems the emotional response is not the best for the Hostiles, as several take damage from the Havenites. All, however, are quick to press back despite their injuries. There's a sound in their own language that's repeated, filled with rage, as they clash with the knights.

When Johana swings her blade and strikes the armor of the Hostile nearest her, she does no damage, but the Gratham/Volen manages to do something to it. Only… while they were both attacking the same one, Devon, near her, seems to have taken some sort of damage. Ana doesn't stop in her attacking, but tries to put herself in between herself and the one attacking Victor's betrothed as she continues to fight her own Hostile.

Victor takes an axe to the chest, twisting as he does to let it skitter off his breastplate, "Oops." Inside his helmet, he's grinning tightly. The Khourni's axe comes chopping down in the wake of the Hostile's attack, catching the creature along the back of the hand and cleaving deeply into hand and forearm. "Nice try fuckhead. Now you're about to get fucked."

There was a slight deviation in the path that Erik's blade took as when he saw the Hostile's own strike, the Valen shifts to an offensive parry. Instead of parrying the polearm, he capitalizes on an opening from the angry Hostile, bringing his blade down on the left hand and cutting through the armor. Not only does he leave a very nasty gash in what is considered the left hand of the invader, but he also managed to push the polearm harmlessly to the side. There is no pause in Erik's attack as he continues the assault relentlessly, this time focusing on cleaving his blade through the Hostile's neck.

There is an abrupt flash of fire as Devon slams her hands outward in a violent motion that causes a meteor of fire to burst from her palms toward the Hostile who had shot at her. Bright white wings erupt from her shoulders with an angelic quality, tendrils of light moving about her and competing with the fire of her aura. She does not get to see if her attack lands as a shadow falls over her. She has an instinctive reaction as the great hammer falls on her, throwing up her arm to catch the hit with her psychometric shield. This proves worthless as her aura flashes with the impact, and she feels a sudden explosion of pain through her left arm. She releases a sharp sound of pain.

Thalo charged in, head long and jumped at the cylon, hydraulic lifts in the boots allowing him to launch the weight of the armor into a vault. He brings the hammer down, but the hostile is out of the way just in time. He lands with a thud. His angle of landing makes it so the hostile attacking him misses completely. He rotates around and takes an aggressive posture, whirling his hammer around to attack.

<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile3 with Greatsword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile3 attacks Kaedin with Greatsword but Kaedin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile10 with Sword - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Thalo with Bludgeon but Thalo DODGES!
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile11 with Great Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile3 with Sword but Hostile3 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hostile10 attacks Johana with Bludgeon - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile21 with Greatsword - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile20 with Psychometry and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile20 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Hostile22 attacks Victor with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile21 attacks Erik with Polearm and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile20 attacks Victor with Great Bludgeon and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Hostile10 has been KO'd!

The footing is treacherous to begin with, made all the more so by the bits and pieces of Hostiles scattered across the ground. The Hostiles themselves seem somewhat hampered by it, taking care not to step on the remains when they can even as they fight against the Havenites.

Kaedin swings at the hostile, but only a glancing blow to the hostile's head, and then he side step dodges the attack and goes in for another attack. "Speak angilic you rusted peice of metal shit!"

When her blade stikes true, cutting into the Hostile, Ana feels a last ditch hit to her chest by it as she watches it fall to the ground in a heap. Making only a soft sound of pain that doesn't carry beyond her helm, she heads for the one that is attacking Thalo.. intent on helping.

Victor turns his head at the blaze of psychometric light and power, even as he slams the haft of his axe across to his left, clattering into the haft of the hand-axe of the Hostile attacking him. The blow still strikes home, but it's robbed of most of its power, merely clattering off his armor. "Vera, demon." And then he roars wordlessly, even as his armor flickers, the electro-treated surface flashing and then flaring into the image of a flayed demon, torn to bare muscle and with even the muscles torn off its skull. In the wake of the roar, he sweeps his heavy-bladed axe out, slamming it into the back of the Hostile attacking Devon and aiming to drive it aside and step into the space between it and the Volen-Grantham-Khournas-to-be.

The wound to the hand of the Hostile that Erik is fighting certainly is playing a factor because the Valen is able to read the slowed movements rather easily. With the polearm coming down to strike from above, he raises his own bastard sword to meet it and push it away. The parry puts him in a very advantageous position and he takes full advantage, burying the blade into the armor at the Hostile's neck and pressing it in, hard. He's up close to the Hostile now and his helm transmits the sound of mocking laughter, no words, just laughter as he pulls his blade out and slashes yet again.

Thalo growls and ducks out of the way of the hostiles bludgeon and slams the head of his hammer into its chest. There is a thud of impact and Thalo continues the charge, his armor roars and he brings the hammer around again, this time aiming at the Hostile's head.

Michael again this hostile steps around Michael's attack, he lets his anger simmer under the surface. He's in control of the emotions not slave to the with this calm… he likes it. He focuses his attack into that on high thing that seems to work now and again.

Once again this hostile steps around Michael's attack, he lets his anger simmer under the surface. He's in control of the emotions not slave to the with this calm… he likes it. He focuses his attack into that on high thing that seems to work now and again.

Devon bites through the pain, though she is more than certain that one of her arm bones has been fractured. She can feel a faint tingling through her fingers, but she cannot afford to worry about it now. She draws in another wad of power, compressing it so tightly that it bursts into flames as she launches it at the Hostile, though she can only do so with one hand. The far smaller meteor fires over the Hostile's shoulder, though it illuminates the armor of her betrothed as he quite literally brings the hammer down on her opponent. The abrupt change in Victor's armor causes her heart to catch in her throat, but she has little time to reconcile that emotion as she turns aside in the black shale. Fragments of the ground start to move around her as she forces telekinetic energy into it, and the gravel of obsidian and pumis start swirling together at her feet, starting to create an organic and slightly familiar winged shape.

<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile3 with Greatsword but Hostile3 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hostile21 attacks Erik with Polearm and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile3 with Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile3 attacks Kaedin with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile21 with Greatsword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile11 with Sword - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile20 with Psychometry - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile20 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile11 with Great Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Hostile22 attacks Victor with Bludgeon but Victor DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hostile20 attacks Victor with Great Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Thalo with Bludgeon and MISSES!

"Blasphemers!" The big elite Hostile squaring off with Kaedin speaks a single word of Anglic, then returns to trying to crush the Knight. As if the word was a cue, the other Hostiles pick it up, adding a brief chorus of "UNWORTHY" to it.

Michael's blade at least makes contact this time. However, it's a glancing strike to the chest since the hostile moved at some point, perhaps because of Kaedin's attack. Michael allows a little more anger to flow, and he works his grip on his blade. Their sudden words aren't given anything from Michael at the moment as he once again focuses his strike.

The words shouted by the Hostiles are mostly ignored by Johana as she swings her sword to cut into the chest of the same Hostile that Thalo is attacking and seems to be attacking him as well. She's not got a lot of time to look around and see if anyone else is hurt.

Kaedin looks back at the hostile and growls. "I killed a few of your kind a few days ago." he taunts, side stepping an attack. "Maybe it was your brother, or sister, or your crusty ass granny!"

The two words spoken by the Hostiles is another surprise, as it is now coordinated speech instead of just random utterings and curses that they may have picked up. Erik though, only smirks under his helm and answers verbally in turn, "Enjoy your last thoughts being that an 'unworthy' has slain you." With that, the Valen brings his blade up for an overhead slash down, intent on cleaving intothe Hostile's head.

Victor lets one hand off the haft of his axe, grabbing the haft of the two-handed hammer wielded by the Hostile he just clobbered, straining up against the downward force of the blow and grinding to swing to a halt. "Fuck. You." And then abruptly he lets go of the weapon, booted feet scattering shale and sending shards skittering off to be caught up in the telekinetic whirl of rock and air. The big Khourni spins like a dancer, his hand coming back onto the haft of his axe at it spins around, chopping into the right shoulder of the Hostile just as his armor shifts from the demon's visage to a shatter of black, gray, and white that makes it hard to determine where his form begins and ends. The spin causes the other Hostile's axe to cut nothing but air. "Who's unworthy now?" Sweeps of pale gray cover his vision, tracing the path of enemy weapons so that he can begin to track styles.

A drake made of that black gravel comes to life at the guidance of Devon's unseen power with the petite Grantham woman at its center. It stands just a foot taller than the Witch herself, the gapes and holes in its sculpting creating an unearthly representation of the Khourni sigil. Its wings of obsidian fragments spread wide, matching the glorious wings of white light that pivot at her shoulder blades. The Witch makes a sharp gesture with her uninjured hand, and the gravel-drake snaps its head forward, and with the power of Devon's master of telekinesis behind it, crunches its jaws on the Hostile's own left arm.

The hammer falls short of the head, but slams into the Hostiles neck, caving in part of its shoulder and chest with a crunch. "Fucking die already!" he growls out loudly and remains aggressive in posure, moving to slam his hammer down on the hostile's head again

<COMBAT> Hostile3 attacks Kaedin with Greatsword but Kaedin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile20 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile11 with Sword - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Hostile21 attacks Erik with Polearm but Erik DODGES!
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile20 with Psychometry - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile11 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile3 with Sword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile3 with Greatsword - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Hostile22 attacks Victor with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile20 attacks Victor with Great Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Thalo with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile21 with Greatsword - Serious wound to Head.

<COMBAT> Hostile11 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Hostile20 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Hostile21 has been KO'd!

Kaedin comesin on the right side of the hostile's neck, and smiles as he pulls out it's volcal cords wit hthat swing, and it STILL wont die. "The juggernaught of Ignis over here!" he says, in referance to a horror movie he once saw.

Michael pulls his blade down with that slip of anger and finds decent purchase into the things neck. He withdraws his blade in the same motion, hoping perhaps to have the thing's life whatevers sliced on the way out. "Fucker." is the only short word that gives away his emotion.

The noise of the combat rings off the stone walls of the clearing, shale crunching beneath their feet, Hostiles shouting their curses at Havenites, knights shouting their insults at Hostiles. It's enough to draw the attention of the rest of the Hostile squad. Another scout and three more soldiers escort a priest, who stops and stares at the carnage below much as the first group did. For all the Hostiles have been experimenting on human captives, it apparently didn't occur to them that the tables could be turned.

Victor ducks under the sweep of the Hostile axe, his own bearded axe ripping up and punching through the other Hostile's breastplate. He holds the twitching body up for Devon to finish off, his helmet tilting slightly as he studies the way she awkwardly holds one arm, "You alright?" He doesn't wait for the response, however, spinning to turn his attention to the one he attacked the first time, "Your turn." His armor retains the jagged, shattered look for a moment, then flickers all white for a moment before going back to its blaze camouflage.

With teamwork, Johana and Thalo manage to cut down the enemy, one hitting the head while the other slices through the chest. As it falls, she glances towards Thalo but suddenly there are new targets and she's ready to take them on.

That drake of black gravel gives its wings a balancing flap as its head reassembles after the chomp that scattered bits of its facade. It rears up, surrounding Devon in a whirlwind of debris, and the Witch's hand extends as she controls her terrible marionette as it sweeps its claws across the Hostile's back, splitting open armor and flesh under the sheer aggression of that slash. She turns her head toward Victor at his question, and she responds with a quick: "Yes." And then she steps forward as the gravel-drake advances with her toward the next Hostile.

Spike alerts the Wall to the new hostiles approaching. He turns to see that only two remain here and they are nearly down, "Finish them off!" He pulls out his hand cross bow once more and starts charging, holding his hammer in his off hand and firing off a bolt at the priest as he does so.

The bastard sword comes down and as promised, Erik delivers death to the Hostile he was fighting, the 'unworthy' being the victor of that engagement. There is no time to gloat at the corpse though as another group of Hostiles show up and without a second though, the Valen is charging into the face of danger. His eyes are focused on the one holding the ranged weapon, which is aimed at him.

<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile22 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Hostile4 attacks Thalo with HFP - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile12 attacks Erik with Launcher but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile12's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Erik takes careful aim at Hostile12.
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile4 with Hand Crossbow - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thalo's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile3 with Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile24 with Bow - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile3 attacks Kaedin with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile22 attacks Victor with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile22 with Psychometry - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Hostile22 has been KO'd!

Kaedin lets his arrow loose and get's one in the head, thoug hhe doest stop to see if it falls or not, because he turns back around with his sword and attempts to take out the hostile that michael dropped the ball on… "Focus Mike!"

Michael doesn't get the kind of lift he'd hoped for as he steps in the way of the hostile's attack at Kaedin. His strike hits the armored abdomen but doesn't cut into it. He shakes his head, "Hey Devil wears metal heels, I'm the one you're dancing with." he quips at the hostile.

As the second wave approaches, Ana lifts her blade and charges another one she's got her eyes on, aiming as she closes the distance, prepared to cut it down without hesitation. Michael seems to be holding his own, so do the rest of them, so she throws herself into fighting her own.

"You will burn!" the Hostile priest roars, his voice amplified by cybernetics, his eyes glowing red and amber even in full daylight. Rage motivates them, and the soldiers rush toward the knights. They don't just run to fight, though. When they meet the field, the Hostiles try to take positions protecting the bodies of their fallen comrades.

Victor apparently takes Devon at her word, focusing on the axe-wielding Hostile he went after first. He slams his left forearm into the weapon-arm of the Hostile, robbing its strike of its power. His hand goes back to the base of his axe's haft, the head spinning over his helmet and then arcing down to brutally chop into the shoulder of the Hostile, bearing it to the ground. He pauses a moment as he looks over the approaching wave, "Huh…" Something about the sight gives him pause, but he's only stopped a moment, and then he steps forward to attack them, keeping his axe low as he rushes toward the newcomers. Even as his steps slap down atop the shale and obsidian, his armor goes fully white, without any definition.

Devon throws herself into this next strike, though the gravel merely crushes into the armor of the Hostile just as Victor brings his own axe down against the offender. The drake collapses into the ground once more, scattering into rumble at her feet. She turns sharply toward the next Hostiles as they swarm them. She refocuses her shields, that pulsing white energy threaded with flames brightening over her armor. She continues to brace her broken limb against her chest, but she raises her uninjured hand to turn her palm outward toward the charging Hostiles.

The ribbon that is fired by the Hostile flies past Erik harmlessly, the Valen not even flinching, perhaps having faith that his armor would've stopped it if it was on target. Instead, he charges the same Hostile that shot at him, bringing his bastard sword up before cleaving it down, hoping to catch it in the middle of pulling out its own weapon. "For Glory!" The familiar Valen call when they were riding with lances out.

"FUCK OFF" Thalo bellows at that Priest as he hefts up his hammer and charges at it. He moves like a freight train, dead on target, but not really going for a feint or anything here. He means to crush this thing if possible. He brings his hammer around in an over the shoulder arc.

<COMBAT> Hostile3 attacks Kaedin with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile24 attacks Victor with Polearm - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile3 with Greatsword - Light wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile23 with Sword - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile23 attacks Johana with Sword - Light wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile12 with Greatsword - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile23 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile3 with Sword - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile4 attacks Thalo with HFP - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile25 attacks Devon with Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile12 attacks Erik with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile25 with Psychometry - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Hostile12 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Hostile3 has been KO'd!

Kaedin takes a hit to the head. "You dirty son of a.." And he finishes cleaving the hostiles neck from it's shoulders. "Dead ass bitch!" he says as he turns and charges for another hostile, the one with the arrow in it's face. "C'mere you fucker!"

Michael the falling hostile's flailing hand gets extra strength and slaps his blade's flat. Michael shakes his head and turn to the new enemies. Considering who to take on, he picks one and moves in to attack it.

It was a tradeoff! When Johana swings her sword and connects with the abdomen of the Hostile, she gets hit on her right hand with the sword of the Hostile. Luckily she's wearing her gauntlets or it could have been worse.. as it was, she curses out loud as she draws back for another swing.

Before the Hostile could pull its axe out or whatever bladed weapon it was choosing to use, Erik brings his own sword down and cleaves into the head of the invader, cutting right through easily. Which means instant death for the Hostile, not even an uttering cry of 'Unworthy!' this time. His AI though chimes a warning that one of his allies is in trouble, armor taking heavy damage. He turns his head and focuses on Devon, immediately charging the Hostile that is attacking her. "Hey you, UNWORTHY!" Turning the tables there as he rushes the sword wielding creature, his own bastard sword swinging to engage it and drawing its attention away from the Grantham.

Victor steps to his right as he approaches the next wave of Hostiles, trying to get around the creature's halberd, but they have proven themselves agile foes, and the blade of the polearm whips across to crunch into his chest, doubling up around the axe-blade for a moment. Then he straightens with a roar, his armor flickering back to the flayed demon as his axe sweeps in at the creature, slamming into its chest and driving him back, "That hurt you motherfucker."

Another blast of fire bursts from the center of her palm, though it merely splashes against the armor of the charging Hostile. Devon tries to dodge out of the path of the Hostile, but it does her little good as the sword slices across her right arm, cutting open armor and flesh once more. She gasps at the sharp pain, looking up in time to see the strike against Victor. She steps forward suddenly, though it is just in time to be rescued by the Valen. She turns her attention toward the Hostile attacking Victor as Erik engages the one that had struck her.

The over the shoulder hit slams into the priest, causing it to stumble back, but not before it got a shot off. Those damnable HFP guns are brutal. The blast catches him in the chest and falls down to one knee, clutching at his chest. Slamming the head of his hammer into the ground he pushes himself back up and without missing another step he moves back in, moving to slam the top of the hammer into the hostile priest. He might as well be using a sword to stab it, given how he moves.

<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile23 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile24 with Greatsword - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile25 with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Hostile4 attacks Thalo with HFP - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile25 attacks Erik with Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile24 attacks Victor with Polearm - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile24 with Psychometry - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile24 with Sword - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile23 with Sword - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Hostile23 attacks Johana with Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Hostile23 has been KO'd!

The Hostiles fight, but the reinforcements were too late to have a chance of overwhelming the Havenite defenders. Hampered by their rage-fueled defense of the remains of previous Hostiles, they fall again and again. There is no retreat for these Hostiles, no going back to the main forces. They all refuse to leave the remains of their fallen behind. Not the way they found them. And so they fight on, determined.

Kaedin slams the attack into one hostile, ironicly driving his own arrow deeper, before turning and taking a leaping attack twoards the elite. He rarely prays, but perhaps. "Knight, guide my sword." It's a rare thing for him to pray, especialy since his comm is still on where others can hear it.

Once more, Johana swings her sword towards the chest of the enemy attacking her and manages to do enough damage to render it dead. As it falls to the ground, she notices another one attacking Erik and one attacking Thalo. Thalo's looked a little damaged so she heads to assist Erik in the attack.

Michael notes where Kaedin had gone to attack, and as he moves past he flicks his sword out at the thing. Making a small cut on it's hand, before continuing on towards his overall target… the tentacle thing that kinda looks like one of those weird hand drawn cartoon creatures from those creepy movies some of the geeks in school used to watch.

Devon sends another blast of fire at the Hostile that had been attacking her betrothed. Perhaps there is just a hint of protectiveness there — not that she would admit it. It is her turn now to shot toward Victor, "You alright?" Though she also does not wait for an explicit answer as she starts to gather up telekinetic energy around her once more.

Still working on recovering from the shock to his chest from that HFP, Thalo isn't as prepared as he thought for his attack. He lands it, but the Hostile Priest moved back a step sooner than expected and it doesn't do much. Another HFP blast comes in, but Thalo manages to crouch, putting enough armor infront if it to stop the blast. He stands back up and bumshrushes the Hostile again, raising his hammer with a growl that gets masked by the suit AI's own growl.

Blood trickles from the dented-in section of Victor's breastplate, but he does not hesitate, pressing inside the guard of the Hostile he's fighting, and then knocking it back with a heavy blow of shoulder to chest. As the Hostile stumbles, Vic whips his axe over his head, grimacing at the pain as it pulls at his stomach. The axe slams into the center of the Hostile's armor, slamming straight through the breastplate and driving the Hostile to the ground. Devon's question causes him to laugh — even with a bit of pain behind it, "I've had worse from angry drakes." He probably would say 'angry fathers,' but that's probably not the best thing to say to one's betrothed. Looking for the next target, he advances on it quickly.

Blows were exchanged after Erik grabbed the Hostile's attention, the Valen coming out the better in the exchange. His armor is finally scratched, the paint job no longer pristine but in turn, his blade cuts the Hostile's arm. The scratched paint though certainly angers the young knight, perhaps a bit touchy about appearances and this time he aims to cleave apart the mechanical invader's head with both hands gripping his bastard sword.

<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile25 with Sword - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile4 with Sword - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile24 with Great Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Hostile4 attacks Thalo with HFP - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile24 attacks Victor with Polearm - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile25 with Greatsword - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile24 with Psychometry - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile4 with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile25 attacks Erik with Sword - ARMOR on Left Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Hostile24 has been KO'd!

Like a robot, Johana keeps hacking away at the Hostiles, managing to hit her target across the chest as Erik manages to slice its head almost completely off. Still, it's up and… fighting? The hell? She goes in for another swing.

Kaedin blinks as the beating the eliete took still hasent brought it down. "I'm sick and tired of the mutha fuckin hostiles in this mutha fuckin creasent!" Kaedin says, now getting pissed as he goes for another attack. "DIE YOU METAL SACK OF DONKEY SHIT!"

Michael puts what anger, and disgust, he has behind a nice chop to the tentacle thing's neck biting deep and severing many of the tendrils. His blade slides free as the others attack. Michael moves to strike again at the thing, that creeped out feeling he felt when he saw one of those movies in school returning… at least the hot chicks used magic or what ever to slice the creatures apart and save the duressed friend of theirs. Then Kaedin's words make him chuckle, "Odette would be proud." he comments lightly.

Erik's next slash is a brutal one as it cuts deeply into the Hostile's head, the effect is obvious as the invader is now much more sluggish. With a command, his visor rises and the Valen's arrogant smirk can be seen, directed at the Hostile. "Tell me, before you take your last breath. Who are the ones who are unworthy now? Know this, before you go to meet your maker, one day in the near future. /We/ will be on /your/ planet, cutting all of you into pieces." With that, Erik swings his blade once more at the Hostile's end, intent on ending its life.

The Ash Witch slams out that slowly compressed, telekinetic force toward the Hostile that has Victor's attention. It slams into the Hostile's lower back, which only seems to shove the Hostile at Victor to receive that killing blow. Now she turns her cowled head toward the Priest as she summons up another blast of fire that dances around her frame as it starts coming together in a thick mass at the center of her right palm.

There's a cough that comes through Thalo's helmet, a wet sort of thing. He's probably got some sort of internal damage from that HFP blast he took. Despite that though, he dodges out of the way of the next blast and brings the hammer home once more agains the priests chest. This time, there is the crunch of bones breaking

Victor combines with Devon to drop another Hostile, blasting and battering it alike and driving it to its knees. He raises one boot and kicks it over, turning his head toward the Grantham-Volen for a moment, and then circling around to get out of her line of fire and approach between Thalo, Kaedin, and Victor, "Watch the witch behind us." It's a compliment in this case, not an insult.

<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile4 with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile25 with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile4 with Psychometry - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile4 with Sword - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile25 with Sword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile4 attacks Thalo with HFP - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile25 attacks Erik with Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Hostile25 has been KO'd!

Kaedin lands and backs up, watching that damned Priest not go down. "No!" he says as he steps in to stab the hostile in the neck. His head is ringing from that hit from earlyer, and he swears the HUD is turning red… he can feel the adrenaline start to drop, and the migrane seep slowly into his head.

After swinging her sword at the Hostile and doing all she can, Johana hears the cough through Thalo's helmet and her attention remains on him even as the Hostile she had been fighting falls. She approaches the next one. "Are you okay, Thalo?"

Hostiles fall, until only the priest remains, breathing hard and staring balefully back at the Havenites who will no doubt be his end. "May you be cursed," it growls in a gravelly voice. "May every indignity you inflict upon us be returned ten-fold!"

Devon lowers her head as the fire continues to build in the palm of her hand before she flicks her wrist out with what almost might be a rather delicate gesture if not for the tightly bundled fireball that snaps across the breadth between her and the Hostile to slam into the Priest's chest. Her aura burst from her shoulders once more, spreading wide wings of white ribbons out in a graceful curve in the wake of the hit.

Michael swings at the things head, but grazes it as the stupid pile of creepy tilts its head to the side. Michael pulls his blade back, aiming to thrust it into the thing's face if possible, but will be happy to just run his sword through it and be done with this whole thing.

Cutting through the Hostile's midsection, it appears that that is the last bit of damage it was able to sustain from Erik before collapsing. Looking down and the broken and dead Hostile, a smirk is offered before the Valen looks up to the knight who was fighting with him, "Good fight, Ana." He offers before turning to the last one, an Elite Piest that looks like is on the verge of being vanquished as well.

Victor catches one of those lashing tentacles, slashing into it with a crunch of metal on metal. When the Hostile curses at the Havenites, Victor hesitates again, just for a moment. And then he wades forward again, his axe whipping around in tight arcs to either side of him, "You're the ones invading us, fuck-head. You can die and fall into the Chasms of Hell."

Thalo once more lays into the Priest with his hammer, another sickening crunch of bone. He growls out at Ana, "I'm fine!" He stomps a foot out at the priest and follows it up with another swing of his hammer.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile4 with Sword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kaedin attacks Hostile4 with Greatsword - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Erik attacks Hostile4 with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Victor attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thalo attacks Hostile4 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Johana attacks Hostile4 with Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile4 attacks Thalo with HFP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Devon attacks Hostile4 with Psychometry - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Hostile4 has been KO'd!

Blade thunking off the hostile's head, Michael takes a good step back to get out of the way of the others.

Kaedin makes his final atttack, misses, and grunts as the hostile died anyway, in a spray of blood, guts, technobits and whatever else. He collapses his helmet and grips his head. "Damnit…" he says, having a nasty ass gash above his left eye, and his left eye is almost swollen shut, he might possibly have a concussion as well…

Victor joins in on the red rain of blows on the last standing Hostile, his axe rising and falling, thunking into metal and flesh alike. And then it isn't moving any more, and he steps back, dropping his left hand to where blood still trickles from his left side, "Shit. One of them finally tagged me." He looks around the clearing, "Anyone see any more Hosties? Everyone still on their feet?"

Devon Grantham nee Volen draws forth another collection of gravel and obsidian shards as she shapes her telekinetic energy once more. Then she sweeps her arms forward in a grand gesture that launches the ball of energy and debris at the Hostiles that literally imbeds itself deep into the armor, flesh, and cybernetics of the Priest. There is a bright flash of light at impact, and then she almost collapses forward in its wake. She immediately starts searching for any other enemy targets, and when Shepherd comes back with a negative feedback, she says, "Retract helmet." She pushes away the cowl as the helmet visor slides back, revealing her face and red-dyed hair before the rest of the helmet collapses into a gorget around her narrow throat. "I can see to the wounded," she says, automatically falling into medic training despite the half-useless arm she holds to her chest.

Kaedin poinst to the others." They need first aid." he says, basicaly not worried about his little head wound. The six gave him two eyes, so he can see fine if one is swollen shut. "Poe might have somthing to say about this annoying blemish…"

Michael glances to his Knight, then makes ready to leave for them both. Instantly back to his squire's duty to her, his sword still drawn and ready. When she leaves, he does as well.

The Hostile priest falls under the combined attacks, unable to fight back. There are no more Hostiles incoming, but it seems the clearing has once again been a slaughtering ground for the invaders. It's quiet once more, no more clash of weapons, only the occasional crunch of gravel falling from Devon's enchantments or crunching beneath someone's boots echoing.

The question, though, remains: What happened to the first batch of Hostiles? And who is responsible?

Multiple blows rain down on the Priest and Erik's blade was one of them, though not as brutal as some of the others. There is no doubt that the Hostile is dead, more than dead, and his AI is telling him that the area is clear. His visor also retracts, and the Valen is looking over the others now.

Victor snorts at Kaedin, "Chicks dig scars, Orelle. Quit whining." He looks back to Devon when she steps up, retracting the haft of his axe and clipping it back to his hip, "That was pretty badass, Dee. But what about your arm?" Reaching up with his right hand, he pulls off his own helmet, clipping it to his left hip.

Smash, boom smash again. Any of those blows likely killed the Hostile. Thalo's crashed in on it's skull so hard, blood and brain splattered everywhere. His helmet mask detaches and flips open, the Wall spitting out some blood. "Alright, let's do a full sweep, make sure nothing is left. I don't want to get fucked in the ass by some hostiles because we got lazy."

"See to the Knight Lieutenant's orders," Devon says to Victor at his concern about her arm, and she first tends to Kaedin's wounded head. This must not be the first time that she has patched up someone one-handed as she proves that she can see to the gusher even while she braces her broken arm against her chest. She does look up toward Victor with those clear, glass-colored eyes just long enough to convey that she is alright before she applies the synthskin over the wound to seal it and stop the bleeding.

Victor smirks over at Devon, "Yes General." He collects his helmet again, slipping it back into place, then starts up the ravine toward where the Hostiles appeared from, "I'm on the way they came, Knight Lieutenant." There, he's being formal again. He is silent until he reaches the turn, his armor fading back into its usual gray and orange colors. "All clear this way. So, who wants a beer or a smoke?"

Devon glances over toward Victor at his smirking words, and she casts him a simple smile before she finishes tending to Kaedin. The others have merely minor wounds at best, but Thalo and Victor seem to be spared her coddling. "Sir Thalo, there is not much I can do for a Priest's blast… we will have to get you back to Volkan." She finds a place to sit as she starts to slowly fold her arm down, beginning to remove her own gaunlet and forearm guards. Each movement is stiff and painful, but her jaw remains tight.

Thalo waves his hand dismissively, "Don't fret over me. You've got a soon to be husband over there who took a hit. Playing doctor with him will be more appealing than with me, I promise." Thalo offers a faint grin and moves back down the way they came. He's moving slower than normally, but he seems to be well enough.

Victor comes back from his quick scouting of the other end of the ravine, snorting at Thalo from behind his skull-faced helm, "No shit. You whine like a baby, or at least you did whenever Reena tended to you." Not so much, but, you know, it's a better story this way. Popping off his helmet, he clips it to his hip once more, popping open a sort of holster at his right thigh and pulling out a cigar that gets clipped and lit even as he pulls it free. Tucking it into the corner of his mouth and drawing it alive, he beckons to Devon, "C'mere. No point in you doing that with one hand."

The Witch watches as Thalo moves off, and her gaze lingers only to take a medical critique. She does smirk a bit at his comment before she glances over toward Victor at his beckoning. There is a touch of hesitance before she stands back up and slowly closes the distance between them. She shakes her head a bit. "Isn't the first time it has been broken," she shares quietly as she offers out her left arm for his assistance. That awkwardness starts to settle in once more as she lets him fuss with the bits of armor that cover her arm. "You… were quite unexpected out there," she says in her best attempt at idle chitchat. She looks at the wound at his chest. "I should look at that."

Victor studies the combat armor for a moment, then pulls free his gauntlets, tucking them into his helmet to let his fingers work more dexterously to remove the vambrace, upper armor guard, and gauntlet from her left arm, "Not the first time it's been broken? Are you in a habit of trying to stop hammers with your forearm, Dee?" He seems to like that nickname better than 'Dev.' The… compliment… takes him back a bit, and he grunts, "There's only one way to fight, and that's to give it everything you've fucking got. At least, that's what Carron drummed into my damned head." No, his father doesn't get any title, not now that he's dead. The mention of his wound causes him to grunt, chewing on his cigar a bit, "Yeah. I don't wanna walk back with this, but we should get a crawler up here to see what the fuck happened to those Hosties. Looks like they got autopsied or some fucking thing."

The diminutive seems to please her as it incites a small smile on her lips, and she drops her gaze to his fingers as they work loose her armor. It is obvious that the arm is broken, but not enough to look quite as terrifying as it had once before. It swells up against her crimson underarmor, and her fingers look stiff. "No… not with a hammer… I was on the field during a skirmish in the Ash Valley, and I had fallen while trying to get to an injured comrade. I ended up rolling down into the pits and broke my arm in the process." She blinks a bit at the ease she just shared the story, but then she shakes her head a bit. "There's some compression tape in the pouch there on my hip." She nods to it. "You'll need to help me wrap it… then I can look at your chest." She then regards the bodies of Hostiles around them, and her jaw tightens a bit. "They were… and their cybernetics were removed… the incisions were surgeon quality, Victor…"

Victor raises his eyebrows at the story, chuckling faintly and shaking his head, "Which put you in this same position." That smirk crosses his lips again, but he breaks away from it to search out the right pouch, popping it open and digging a moment to find the compression tape. Hefting it, he looks down at the swollen limb, "How bad is that, anyhow? Do you need a splint too?" Despite his questions, he pulls out a length of tape with a hiss, grunting softly at the pull at his side. Now that the adrenaline is leeching from his system, the pain is starting to creep in around the edges. He'll follow her instructions to wrap the tape about her arm, grunting again at the added information about the Hostiles. There's a pause, and then he puts in, "You took care of business pretty damn well yourself. I like the…" he gropes for the right word, gesturing with the cigar before tucking it back into the corner of his mouth, "…rock drake. Real classy. You do that shit even before you came down here?"

Devon directs him through the process of wrapping her arm. "The tape will be just fine until I can get a proper cast on it," she offers quietly. Once the arm has been secured, she tests her fingers to see if they will at least bend at her command. They do, which is a relief. She turns her attention toward him now as she guides him back to take a seat. The compliments offered toward her own technique does rise a bit of a shy pink blush to her cheeks. "It wasn't always a drake… I let my emotions feed the shape. A drake felt… right." She then reaches for his cigar, her expression gaining a doctorly fashion. "I need you to put this down for a moment," she instructs him as she carefully pinches the vice from his lips. She sets it aside where it will smolder unharmed. She then starts to work on loosening his armor, and she appears to know her way around Aggressor Armor well enough. She is quiet while she relieves him of the weight, revealing the wound that cuts a mighty nice hold in his underarmor.

Victor finds a small boulder to sit down on at her direction, reaching up to collect the cigar for another long draw before she deftly plucks it from his lips, causing a rueful chuckle, "Damn it. I knew a woman would ruin all my fun." Amusement dances over the pain in his dark eyes, and he shifts on his seat, helping where he can to remove his breastplate, most mostly just staying out of the way. "Emotions can seriously help you kick ass. Part of why I'm so mouthy when I'm fighting." He shrugs, wincing slightly at the pull of sliced muscles across his ribcage as he does, "Fuck. Plus, it's just fun. More fun with humans, I have to say, because they actually fucking react."

"This is going to be a bit uncomfortable," Devon warns him as she sets aside his armor with the cigar. Normally she would do this far differently, perhaps finding a way to lie him down with an extra pair of hands around. Perhaps it was their aggressive exchange outside the Warehouse, but there is a comfortableness to it as she steps up between his legs so that she can bend over his shoulder and begin unsealing the underarmor. She catches that scent of leather, sweat, and simple soap again, and it draws her eyes closed as she touches the spot at the center of his back that helps unseal the upper half of the underarmor. Once the seals are finished with, she starts to ease the material off his shoulder, providing support with the strained muscle as she guides his arm back and out of the orange sleeve.

Victor snorts a little painfully at the warning, "No shit." His right hand rises up to rest on her armored hip, helping to brace her so that she can lean over him. It's an instinctive motion, and one that looks distinctly intimate, at least from the outside. He winces as she starts to peel off the underarmor, closing his eyes and then just pulling his arm the rest of the way out of the sleeve with a grimace and hiss of pain. The sight of his bare torso demonstrates quite eloquently that he's not used to delicate handling, a patchwork of scars large and small, from monomolecular weapons to the teeth and claws of multiple drakes. There are tattoos as well, drakes, axe-heads, and intricate but abstract designs, but they fit between his scars, letting them take center stage rather than trying to draw attention away from them. Completely unnecessarily, he adds, "I'm used to a little pain now and then."

There is far less pain involved as Devon helps remove the other sleeve. This leaves his chest and abdomen completely bare, and it is hard to stop her eyes from wandering along the curve of muscle and interruptions of scar tissue and tattoos. She touches one of the drakes almost instinctively before she drops her hand away. She starts pulling supplies out of her belt as she kneels down between his legs, using his thighs as a brace. She glances up to him as she offers a nod. "I'll need you to sit as straight as you can and raise your arm as best as you can over your head. I need to make sure the synthskin doesn't crack when stretched." She draws out several rolls of synthskin that are particularly for large wounds such as this. She drops her eyes from him as she tries to focus on the task at hand.

Victor lets his hand drop back from her hip to his thigh as she crouches down there between his legs. A dirty joke comes to mind, and he even starts to smile a little, but he stifles it. The touch of her hand to the tattoo sends a light wave of gooseflesh over his torso, but he doesn't comment on that, straightening up with a grimace and then drawing in an extended hiss of breath as he slowly and carefully raises his left arm up to shoulder height. His usually-loose, gravelly voice comes out tight when he speaks up again, "I got that after my second drake kill. Put it on right next to where it got its teeth into me. Fucker shoot me like a damned rag doll." Which would explain the puncture wounds around his left shoulder.

First comes the wash of antiseptic that clears the wound of excess blood and debris. Devon is quick and precise with this, showing that she has learned the best way to minimize the sting while also getting the job done. She pats it dry with a sterile pad before she starts to unroll a length of synthskin. She listens to his story, though her gaze remains on the work. "I've never actually… seen a drake before," she confesses after a while. "Not up close at least. InfoSphere and H.N.N. is about as close as I have ever gotten." She finally lifts her eyes briefly to him before she starts to adhere the skin over the wound. It creates a seal that will help speed up the process, and eventually the synthetic material will just melt away. She smooths her hands along the outside of the skin, being gentle but direct.

Victor's cheek jumps in a flinch at the sting of the spray, but after the hisses, grunts, and near-sighs of actually moving the wound around, he doesn't make any sound at its cleaning. "Nothing else does them justice. I mean… killing these metal motherfuckers, that's work. Good work, and it can be fun work, but it's still work. Hunting a drake, at least the way the Crimson Drakes do it, it's pleasure. A real contest. We don't fuck around with blasters or arrows. Go up against them with hand weapons. Except the broodmothers. Those motherfuckers," not exactly the best word for the situation, and he smirks a little through the pain of keeping his arm raised as he realizes it, "they're hell in scales. Just as soon burn you as look at you. Not that the others pussyfoot around. But they seem to fucking take pleasure in it as much as we do."

Devon listens almost dutifully to him as she finishes applying the synthskin. She lowers her gaze as she gathers up her spplies, still knelt between his knees as she does. She offers a nod at his assessment of the broodmothers, and a faint smile touches her lips. "Perhaps you can take me to the Mountains to see them… one day…" She closes the seal on her beltpouch, giving her crimson-dyed hair a light toss. "You can lower your arm now," she instructs him before she starts to roll up to her feet.

Victor lowers his arm as he's bid, nodding, "If you'd like, once we're done here," he gestures with his good arm toward the dead Hostiles. As she starts to scramble up to her feet, he brings both arms in to help her up, placing them instinctively at the base of her ribcage. With him seated, she actually stands taller than him, and he looks up to the pale, freckled features surrounded by the fiery hair. "So, how many boring-ass stories have you had to listen to while you were tending some blow-hard knight who got himself chopped up?"

"You mean… now?" Devon asks as she offers a faint blink to him, but she doesn't seem to dismiss the idea. When he helps her to her feet, she almost seems shy with his hands touching even the exterior of her armor. She looks down into his still-somewhat unknown dark eyes. The question does spark a bit of a smile on her lips though. "Oh, I've lost count," she says. "Though I suppose yours won't be the last." There is a moment of silence and hesitation from the young widow. She glances around to find the others, though most have moved off to patrol the area at Thalo's suggestion. It is almost like a secret then, the way she turns back to him and leans down to press a kiss to his lips. There doesn't seem to be rhyme nor reason to the offering.

Victor shakes his head, chuckling low in his chest, "No, no. Not 'done here' as in, today. 'Done here' as in, once we've kicked these metal motherfuckers off our planets and wiped their clean." He laughs softly at the smiling, teasing words, about to respond when she leans down to press that kiss to his lips. He tilts his head up to accept it, his hands tightening just a little at her sides. He sits up all the straighter when she lifts away from him, not quite chasing her lips, but certainly not flinching away from them either. There's a long pause, dark eyes looking up at pale, and then he reaches down to his left hip, popping another one of those holsters and pulling out one of those unlabeled bottles and offering up, "Share a beer?" Yes, he carries beer and cigars in his armor. "It'll foam up when it's opened though, watch out."

"So when we're old and tired," Devon corrects him about when he will take her to see the drakes. There is the slightest hint of disappointment at his words, though she dashes it away relatively quickly. She touches his cheek softly after the kiss is said and done, and then she starts to step away. She barely begins to turn before he reaches down for that holster. She blinks when he pulls the bottle out from it, and she actually looks momentarily amused. There is a honestly moment of consideration there as she looks down at the Khourni Knight, and then she sighs and offers a bit of a nod. "Okay," she says quietly before she lowers herself onto his left thigh for no other reason than the fact that it's there. She takes the beer from him, cracks it open over the black shale, and watches a moment as the foam overflow.

Victor snorts softly in the wake of the kiss, not at the touch of lips, but at the words that came before. "Fuck that. I plan to finish up before I'm thirty-five." The amused look has him shrugging helplessly, and he hands over the bottle. When she settles onto his leg, his left hand comes up to brace her back. Her method of opening the beer and letting the head bubble off causes him to wince again, "Dee, I've got to teach you how to drink a beer that's cresting." But he doesn't grab it away, merely settling in to pass the two-thirds of a beer back and forth and wait for the crawler to come up to pick up the Hostile corpses.

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