A gathering of gentlemen

[Robyn]

The letter had been short and brief. A simple summons to the icy north of Amestria into the dark dank castle within. Reaver was a curious soul to say the least. He remembered the time When Xan, the previous wrath, Mura and himself sat round the table and drank tea and talked about many things. So he knew Mura was a decent chap and not a waste of his time at all.

He was even kind enough to send a helicopter to take him and Barry all the way north. Shame it had no first class. It could of least served refreshments and some appetisers as they flew. Though he couldn't help but chuckle at the way Barry clung to his seat for dear life. The choppiness of the helicopter was a lot different to the smooth flight of a commercial plane.

But soon he was there. Tugging his coat tighter around his frame one more glad for layers. Barry shivering beside him as they followed a man towards there destination. Murazar Dauthi.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar decided to invite someone he had met before. The rather extravagant Wrath. The man fit Lusts position better for the most part, but hey his temper balanced out his position. He decided that maybe one day he would make a fine ally if it came down to it. So he invited him for tea and sent a helo to pick him up. While it did so he had his men prepare training regimes, clean a bit more than normal and set up refreshments and such everywhere not only for his men, but the homonculous.

He also decided to set up an arena in the upper levels with a spectacular view of the mountains and below. The helo was scheduled to drop them off at the top and to make a pass around to show off the Ebon Citadel. A few flights were scheduled to show off that they almost looked like the planes vanished and appeared out of the ground itself.

He was at the top of the pad, dressed in his best attire. A pure white suit, tie and all. He wore white gloves to cover his automail hands and his sword gurthang was at his waist and looked rather like regal in a simple yet elogant sheath. He awaited flanked by nothing but the air for the helo to arrive. It was a simple shinook, something to walk right off a ramp. He heard the thump-thump-thump of the rotors in the distance sky as he saw it arrive.

[Robyn]

The helicopter landed the wings still spinning as the ginger butler stumbled out landing on his hands and knees almost kissing the ground in relief. The man clearly had struggled with the flight as he sucked air in large gulps before moving out of the way as a figure stepped out. Holding his hat against the wind stood the more classier of the homunculus, Reaver the embodiment of wrath.

Spotting Mura he smiled and walked over. He smiled wickedly and offered a hand. "Greeting's Mr Dauthi." He chimed offering his hand to the other to shake. "As much as i love to stay here and chat i must kindly request we move inside before i lose my hat to this wind." The wind battered them trying to beat them into submission to its natural forces. Turning his eye's to the shorter man he clicked his tongue. "Barry collect the bag's please." He called to the servant before turning his attention to Mura once more. “Lead the way.”

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar grinned wildly as Reaver walked over to shake his hand. Murazar complied by keeping his grip just a normal one. No reason to try and crush the others hand right? Murazar had a hard time not laughing at Reavers silly little butler. The poor man seemed to have never flown before. Very sad excuse of a butler really.

Murazar motioned for Reaver to follow him as he turned and walked to the elevator. As soon as the three of them set in the helo would take off again to land in the hanger. Murazar grinned as he motioned in a grandiose gesture through the almost entirely glass elevator the grand view of the Ebon citadel.

"Welcome to my humble little home Reaver. So what do you want first? Perhaps a suite to stay in to have Barry unpack your bags? Maybe the arena? A target range? Maybe a feast or some women or men?" Turns out a lot of the women and men he hired fucked anything that had two legs and was a human. Women less than men, but then again if you had the status or skill or sweet talking those here were easy to obtain.

He didn't bother with that much though, after all he would rather have a stable relationship than sporadic one night stands or friends with benefits. Those relationships mixed with business would turn out to be his doom if he treaded that road.

[Robyn]

Barry followed at his heels carrying the many bags and hat boxes that where Reaver's belongings. The cane tapping the ground in timing with there walking.

"Welcome to my humble little home Reaver. So what do you want first? Perhaps a suite to stay in to have Barry unpack your bags? Maybe the arena? A target range? Maybe a feast or some women or men?"

Reaver chuckled softly. The man knew how to host almost as good as he did but his chuckle died shortly after with a slight cough. "I think a drink of tea would be nice first while you explain to me why you summoned me this far?" He seemed a little unsettled though. Cautious of each shadow almost. "I'm sure one of your staff members can take the bag's off Barry....He stays close to me." He added a certain tone to his voice. The gun sat in it's holster on his leg his fingers subconsciously stroking it for comfort.

[Murazar Dauthi]

As the descended Murazar smiled towards Reaver as he looked up in the elevator where a miniture, almost invisible camera was hidden and spoke softly," Call someone up to have my esteemed guests bags taken to The Suite as soon as we arrive." He tapped a different floors button and it seemed to override the previous decision as the continued down to the thirty-eight floor.

As they landed on the correct floor it led out into a maze. The hallways and room locations seemed to make no sense whatsoever. Murazar smiled towards Barry and spoke with his normal calmness with a hint of excitement. " You can leave the bags Barry, a few of my men will come by to pick them up." Within minutes of walking in what seemed to by either circles or getting lost they arrived through a door into a large spaced out area that had people eating everywhere. It seemed to be for the rather higher ranking members of the Black Company and was rather extravagant both in design and space. As the windows showed a fantastic view of the sun against the clouds and mountains.

Murazar walked somewhat in front of them and turned to speak,"Theres no rush is there Reaver? I was hoping for some tea and dinner together, after all friends are useful to have. Correct?" He motioned for the table that was reserved to be prepped. As soon as his little gesture happened. Twenty people out of nowhere seemed to arrive with food and assortments as Murazar walked towards the table and as he took his seat they all seemed to have vanished.

[Robyn]

Barry meekly nodded the man’s two toned eyes avoiding Mura's blues one's as he placed the bags down before jogging to keep up with Reaver's heel's. Reaver petted the boy's head lightly as they walked almost like a man rewarding a faithful dog.

"Theres no rush is there Reaver? I was hoping for some tea and dinner together, after all friends are useful to have. Correct?" He nodded with a purr. "Indeed they are. But forgive my curiosity for I am sure this visit is more then a social call, if I am correct?"

Throb

He reached up to rub at his right eye giving a light curse in cretan. Yet more random throbbing? He cast a look to the shadow's again. Well it wasn't a signal to the arrival of enough like him at least. He shook his head and chuckled it off. "I'm hoping you hold a decent blend of tea in this place My Dauthi. I am rather famished after the long trip so to speak."

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar chuckled lightly as he snapped his fingers. There was a silence for but a second before everyone elses light conversations picked back up and tea was brought to Reaver. Nothing but the best for his guests. He noticed the pain Reaver had in his eyes, it seemed to be some kind of stress. What kind of stress I have little idea on. From the legends wrath would be the one who could see the future, so maybe it has something to do with that.

The souls screaming in his mind seemed to dull and lessen, gurthang laughed gutterly for a few moments before becoming silent...Watchful. Murazar gave a reply to Reaver,"Well part of it is a social call. Most of it is sort of an alliance. Between you and me. I need something you can provide I get it and vice versa. Another part of it is I would personally like to test your combat prowess, i've always wondered what your wrath in battle is like. I've fought Xan a few times and while interesting and devastingly difficult for either of us. Its only shown that him and I are equals. Plus i've only heard stories of your wraths fighting abilities."

He paused and gestured towards his eyes before continuing,"Maybe it will help your eyes get stronger. You never know." He already knew he could probably defeat wrath. He did however love wording his conversation so that Reaver would know exactly what he mean't while no one else would. He did also want to know more about how powerful reaver was. So far just expert marksmenship and reading the immediate future didn't seem like such a big deal against someone like himself. He could easily pin-point strike Reaver and create explosions with the force of a few grenades exploding in his face. He could also activate a fire shield and just walk towards reaver.

The homonculous had to have other powers lying in wait. Or else this homonculous would get devoured by those stronger than him.

[Robyn]

"Well part of it is a social call. Most of it is sort of an alliance. Between you and me. I need something you can provide I get it and vice versa. Another part of it is I would personally like to test your combat prowess, I’ve always wondered what your wrath in battle is like. I've fought Xan a few times and while interesting and devastatingly difficult for either of us. Its only shown that him and I are equals. Plus I’ve only heard stories of your wrath’s fighting abilities."

The man stopped for a breath then gestured to his face causing Reaver lip to curl slightly at him almost touching him. He hated touching of his face....it was to personally interment for his liking. "Maybe it will help your eyes get stronger. You never know."

Reaver nodded. "Alright I suppose I can go along with your day plan though I don't know what I can provide you though? I hope you are willing to go into more detail at a later time before I sign anything."

His eye throb again and pulsed causing his teeth to grind slightly. Why did it seem so eager? Did it see some worthiness in Mura? Was there something it could see in him that caused it restlessness? Reaver could only feel a impending sense of doom as he could hear the stirrings of growls and whispers in his core.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar held up some of his tea towards reaver in a toast," To a future beneficial friendship between us. " After the small toast and a possible clinging of tea cups he pointed at barry curiously,"So whats with your favorite servant there? Seems extremely skittish for someone of your stature and power."

He was curious, it was obvious he knew a good chunk about Reaver considering Xanthus Pride was his brother in arms and blood cousin. Barry on the other hand seemed to be an engima. Why would someone be this scared with reaver? They would be used to everything by now, or dead for that matter. Murazar was also curious if Barry was a bodyguard of some sort. Also this would be a fair conversation starter and ice breaker.

Murazar personally wanted to have a shooting competition. He was sure to lose, but he'd be a close second to Reaver. All his own experience and training had to make up for reavers natural talent and own experience being faded. Or did his eyes help with that?


(OOC: Sorry short posty)

[Robyn]

"To a future beneficial friendship between us. " Reaver smiled and clinked the cup and chuckled. "Indeed I look forward to what ever exciting prospects you hold for me and I for you." He noticed Mura eyeing up Barry and smirked. Indeed the boy looked as threatening as a feather currently as he shuffled beside Reaver's chair unsure what to do. "So whats with your favorite servant there? Seems extremely skittish for someone of your stature and power."

Reaver gave a soft chuckle and petted the ginger's head. Ah thrust someone as bright as Mura to suspect something underlining about the butler. "Well Mr Dauthi you certainly saw through him. He is indeed something special....A rather endearing voice....great under the bed sheets...makes the best tea...cooks well...cleans well and well...the other part is secret." The boy gave Mura a shy grin before cowering a little behind Reaver's chair.

Another sip of tea Reaver cocked a brow. "So...this training? What is first on the Agenda?" He wasn't known much for his fighting skill's amongst the other homunculus, only for his impatience and very eager trigger finger.

[Murazar Dauthi]

He smiled as reaver agreed to their little partnership in terms as friends rather than just business ventures for the future. It was a wonderful occurance to create such an alliance. He just wished he had the opportunity to do it more often than not.

As Reaver gave him a round-a-bout answer to his question he wondered what this secret was. His mind crunched away at the answer, food, drink, sex, singing, cleans. What was left, what was not the most obvious answer? War. Was his thought. Somehow this kid was a fighter, he didn't know how yet but he would find out so he answered that statement." He can fight can't he? Otherwise theres very little left in the secret department for him. Isnt that right barry?" That question was directly aimed at Barry with a stare into his eyes as if searching for his soul.

The he truned back to reaver as the question was asked with a raised eyebrow. He answered casually,"Oh just a shooting range and then a spar or two. I need to see what i'm working with before I know how to bolster it. I mean there has to be more to your eyes than the future and great sight. Otherwise it'd be kind of sad." It would because his eyes at that point would denote him as being nothing more than an immortal who relys on other people or objects to accomplish his work.

[Robyn]

He stared at Barry causing the boy to yip and hide. Sighing softly Reaver wapped the boy's leg with the blunt side of swagger stick. "Now now Barry no need to be scared of the man." He cooed in Cretan before turning to Mura. "Sorry Power intimidates him....but you hit the hammer on the head." He looked to Barry and clucked his tongue.

The boy blushed and slowly unbuttoned his coat and removed it with the matching trousers. Crouching over the sound of crunching bones as he started to change ripping and shredding the clothe. Grunts and snarls escaped him as his body became lithe yet muscled and orange fur sprouted. Soon crouched in front of Reaver was a growling werewolf like creature. Sharp nails on both feet and hands large sharp teeth. Reaver smirked as the creature whines laying it's head on his lap like a loyal dog. He stroked it's head like any master would.

"As you can see he is rather a treat to have..." His lip curled into a smirk. In more ways then one. He was brought from his mind by his companion's voice. "Oh just a shooting range and then a spar or two. I need to see what i'm working with before I know how to bolster it. I mean there has to be more to your eyes than the future and great sight. Otherwise it'd be kind of sad." He scoffed. "Ah Mister Dauthi you insult me. I am far more then I appear..." He finished the last of his tea standing. Barry stay close to his leg letting out an affectionate growl. "Well let us begin."

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar rose a slightly eyebrow as barry transformed into what seemed like a werewolf. So that was it, a chimera? Well that was interesting and yet not much of a threat to the more powerful members of warfare. Anyone he knew as a friend could probably defeat barry, but he supposed Reaver would assist barry in any fight which would make it far more formidable.

Murazar stood up as reaver did so as he listened, he set his tea down and snapped his fingers. The room instantly cleared within seconds in a sort of precision saved for the best or the best. He spoke up softly," If we begin here that is fine by me. The only rules is no death, no bone breaking, anyone who says ceasefire stops the spar immeadiately and if you require a handicap from me I will give it. Otherwise my only handicap is I will not create a firestorm or steal souls from either of you."

He looked thoughtful for a moment while he tugged his gloves off and tossed them aside revealing his metal hands that were not there the last time they met. He asked with a small smile," Any questions or handicaps desired?" He decided as soon as it began he would kick the table in front of them over towards reaver to block their view of one another and barry's view of him as well. All the trays, dishes and cups would go flying towards them as well causing a visual and auditory distraction.

[Robyn]

"If we begin here that is fine by me. The only rules is no death, no bone breaking, anyone who says ceasefire stops the spar immeadiately and if you require a handicap from me I will give it. Otherwise my only handicap is I will not create a firestorm or steal souls from either of you." Reaver nodded And smirked. "I see." He pondered for a brief moment before shaking her head and removing his coat and hat placing them aside out of harm's way. "Try not to damage my hat or coat...there rather expensive."

Then the table went flying. And with a sigh the pistol came out releasing several loud bang's and cracks the bullets destroyed and obliterated the china and the swagger stick blade slashed through the table cleaving it easily. Reaver tutted and wagged a finger at Mura. "Shame what a waste of good China." He smirked as he looked to Mura cocking the old fashion pistol and reloading it. His eye hadn't even been needed to block that little game.

But something was missing from the image of the smirking Cretan. The answer would dawn on Mura as the ground behind him shock as the snarling ginger beast dropped down behind him those claws glinting in the artificial light as it striked out at him.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar paid little attention to Reaver at the moment, he watched barry flank him to the rear and then start to attack from behind. Reaver used his diversion as a flanking manuever to attack. Interesting. Not good enough. He was just gauging his opponents, escalation of force would be used until it was necessary to end the fight. In that moment the diversion happened murazar had his sword out and waited for barry to close in before swinging for the mid-section in a short controlled attack while snapping his fingers twice to create two explosions with the force of only one grenade each.

One was placed to the flank of where barry would be but a few feet away so the resulting for should push barry into his sword Gurthang while knocking his movement pattern out. At nearly the same time as murazar back was turned the second explosion was created to Reavers front and Murazar's back in order to block any projectiles or an advance from Reaver. It was complicated and only made possible by the fact that his combat reflexes were heightened from two years of war and training. Along with the fact that the metal hands had faster snapping reflexes than his flesh ones ever did.

At the moment he wasn't intending to kill either. That and he was sure Reaver could see the blast coming and either avoid ir or block it. Possibly he could communicate with barry, how he wanted to know and he wanted to test barries limits. He hoped that barry either could take the hit or dodge it. He Just hoped if barry hit his sword it didn't jarr out of his hand. Metal or not, that was alot of force.

[Robyn]

Three loud cracks spilt the air as the bullets flew. Two smashed agaist the lower half of the sword with enough force to knock it back and possibly drag Mura's centre of gravity with it. The other hitting the ground just infront of Barry, a signal. Barry lept up again in the smoke landing back behind Reaver who smirked. The eye still hadn't come out to play.

The man petted the ginger fur cooing softly at the creature. "Now now Mr Dauthi. This is hardly even the warm up I give myself. I haven’t even had to move a step." He tutted loudly mocking the man slightly. "I think some of the nobles back in Creta have given me more of a challenge then this." He re holstered the gun and lifted swagger stick up the blade glinting menacingly. Before he charged in an instance sword clashing with sword the ring of metal on metal filling the air like an opera singer's final note.

Grinning down at Mura he tried to ignore the pulsing of his eye. It was begging to come out. To join the fray. But there was a sinister pulse behind it too.

KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT!

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar didn't even take a step in any direction nor went off balance when his blade was shot. He just let his body flow with the sword in the opposite direction and was prepared to create a short range explosion when a shot hit near barrys feet and pulled him back. Before barry even regained his position next to reaver Murazar was already facing Reaver in a strong neutral stance with his sword hanging at his side in his hand. No point in wasting more energy than necessary, eh?

He smirked at Reavers response and verbal abuse, Reaver really is resorting to such paltry attacks? At the least I figured out barry can be signaled by his gunshots. Althougth theres probably more than that. Gurthang growled in expectation he hadn't even lit his sword on fire yet and had it burning at four hundred degrees. He snapped his fingers and in the crackle his sword had a light silent blue flame covering the blade of it. Murazar grinned with controlled passion.

Murazar spoke casually as if nothing changed,"Oh please, drop the dramatics. You know this is only about feints and learning. The real battle has yet to begin." Murazar snapped his fingers as Reaver attacked him. His swagger stick slapping against his sword that was burning four hundred degrees in a controlled manner. Reaver was strong, but so was murazar. Especially with his metal hands. He turned his blade and made a short smacking motion to turn and smach the swagger stick away as he took a step forward and lunged slightly towards reavers chest. Alot of people could suck their stomach back, it would ruin their stance but it would save their stomach. The chest however required either totally backing off or pulling the chest back. Which ruined more than the stance, it ruined their reach. They wouldn't be able to hit him if they did swing at full reach.

Murazar in the meantime was snapping his fingers around himself to create explosions and a sort of white smoke floating around. He never had the chance to do this before so he figured why not now? He was enveloped with reaver in a small mist whilst simultaniously creating explosions around him to prevnet barry from hitting his flanks or rear or even above him. Below him was the solid five feet of concrete. No one was breaking that. For the moment feints were all that was necessary and putting enough effort in pushing away his opponent. He had to admit sword against swagger stick, reaver was equal to him. Unless that swagger stick could hold out against that heat he had on his sword though, that would render it pointless.

[Robyn]

As Mura lunged forward Reaver smirked. His free hand pulled Red rum from it's holster using it to knocked Mura's sword up before it could pierce his body. Swagger stick clashed with it again pushing back as he cocked the pistol aiming before smirking. "As promised I won't kill you...and unfortunately I didn't pack the rubber bullets so..." The pistol went back into the holster in a quick movement.

The throbbing turned into a loud pulsing almost like drum's in his ear's pumping hot blood through his veins. He was getting excited and not in that sense you naughty, naughty readers. No This was exhilarating and he hadn't felt this alive for a long time.

Swagger stick was once more grinding against Mura's blade untouched by the flames. After all Steel would hold at that heat. Changing his stance he grinned more as he heard the eerie howl that echoed through the castle. The Ginger chimera came down again snarling claws shredding everything in it's path. It's main target was once more Mura. “You seem to forget what excellent hunter's wolves are Mr Dauthi. A little fog won't stop Barry from finding his pray especially if he has your scent already.” The Fang bared and latched onto anything they could grab as the claws latched onto the material of his clothing.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar grinned as the smoke enveloped them both and their weapons were locked against one another. It was pure enjoyment, two opponents working in unison with some degree of skill. The adreneline was starting to pump into his system, reaction time and all would increase with this lovely battle. He spoke to Reaver laughing as the broke the melee lock by completely pulling his sword away and swatting at Reaver." And i'd rather not take too many souls from you in just a spar!"

He snapped his fingers as he side stepped like a fencer to Reavers flank and swiped his blade at him as he continued side stepping quickly. The continious explosions were destroying the interior of the room, but the bullet-proof windows stayed unharmed. Unless Reaver was shooting fifty caliber rounds they wouldn't pierce those windows and since the area was sealed the smoke would conceal both their views.

A small amount of those explosions were happening around Murazar himself to keep that wolf at bay. Murazar grinned wildly, this was purely tactical. He had an ace up his sleeve that he doubted reaver and especially a chimera could break. Plus it wasn't over, by a long shot yet. He wanted to hunt Reaver in this hot and sweaty white smoke. The smell of phosphorous was coating Murazar and the entire air. It smelled like a mine full of it as he continued snapping his fingers before stopping ultimately.

He stepped back into the fog and saw nothing. His eyes weren't irritated like people usually were since of course they were automail. He grinned as everything vanished and he stepped silently away until his back found a wall and he stayed against it. He awaited Reaver to talk in order to find him or to hear that chimera clawing about.He closed his eyes, they were useless at the moment. He kept his stance defensive and ready to react at the slightest sound.

[Robyn]

Smoke filled the room. Hot and chalky invading his senses. His sight his smell his taste. Last he heard was Barry give a whine as the poor thing found a corner to curl up in covering it's nose to block the putrid phosphorus smell.

The eye pulsed again.


Let me free....

The blood pounded in his head and the screams roared to life in his skull echoing like a Colosseum chanting for death. He rubbed the eye but it did nothing it pulsed harder and the screams came louder.


LET ME FREE!!!

For Mura all he would of heard was the distant whining and pining of Barry as his canine like senses tried to deal with the heavy smell. But they were at a distances that the man should of not felt threatened.

Before the creature let out a howl of pain and screams as he changed back from beast to man screaming in agony and fear. Something was wrong. But he would not have time to dwell on this as 6 shots broke through the smoke this time aimed at Mura to harm...even kill.

Reaver darted through the smoke soon after, as steel met steel in a much more aggressive clash then there previous gentlemanly spar. This strike was with malice and intent to kill. Reaver grinned teeth barred as he growled at Mura. On a closer inspection of his face and eyes his left eye looked dull...almost unconscious where finally the ultimate eye was on display but...something was wrong. Veins where raised and pulsing madly with the man’s pulse. Blood was running down the right side of his face as the eye moved and pulsed madly unable to focus correctly on Mura. Almost as if it too couldn't see at this point in time.

A screaming was projecting around the room drowning out Barry's own terrified screams from the corner in which he was now crumpled in. As Reaver's lips twitched and snarled every now and then spitting out something in a language that wasn't quite comprehensible.

(Mura I give you permission to stab him in the chest or gut....just not his pretty face cause then when he comes round he won't forgive you )

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar crouched down low as he listened quietly, the phosphorus smell being droned out by his thoughts and screaming in his own mind. His adreneline was pumping hard now, the souls seemed to be reacting to some. Was this is? In an answer to his question Reaver took several shots at where he was, none hit him. How did he even know I was in this direction? Thats an itneresting conce-- Before he could finish his thought his sword clashed with reaver's swagger stick.

He could barely make out the ultimate eye and the massive bleeding from Reavers head. He shut his eyes and smiled to himself as he grabbed Reavers hands with his free hand and sprang forward, driving the sword deep in Reavers gut, he wrenched it and tore it out and stepped back rapidly like a boxer does to hide in the smoke once more. He knew that would take one of reavers souls, sadly it would. It however had to be done before Reaver took things too far and killed him.

He was lucky to have mechanical eyes and hands, if he didn't he would perhaps have died that time... He listened to barrys distant whining and fear. Poor chimera wasn't suited to battle, wasn't suited to fight alongside Reavers rage. Barry would more than likely get Reaver killed one too many times one day. After all, teamwork was worse than a single man, unless it was in perfect harmony. He was glad that this time he had taken the defensive, if he took the offense he might have been careless and gotten beaten to a pulp if that eye activated at the wrong time. He waited, perhaps another attack or perhaps he'd create a finale?

(OOC: Thank ye, I could do something rather more dangerous and showy. I think i'll hold it off unless the spar continues. ^.^)

[Robyn]

The steel burned as it went through the leather and silk of his clothing before cutting red hot into his skin and organ. Blood spewed from his mouth joining the blood from his eye. It tore through with little resistance slicing open his side in an fatal wound. Well what would of been fatal to someone who was mere human.

Stumbling back as red hot blood stained his beige breeches as he stood there hacking and sucking in pained gasps of breath. Using swagger stick as a support as his head pounded the screams growing.

HATE. NEVER FORGIVE. HATE. HATE. HATE. NEVER FORGIVE. HATE. HATE. HATE.

The eye pulsed painfully as screams grew in volume echoing round the room. Shaking hand's dropped what they where holding as the gripped luscious dark locks pulling.

HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE!

The screams stopped with the single scream that burst from Reaver's lips in a long blood curling note. Before the homunculus fell back the body fitting as it tried to heal. Blood pouring from facial orifices sparks of red breaking the fog. And then all was still.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar frowned as the screaming and then a single scream happened. Something was happening with Reaver, might as well create a sort of finale. Plus it was time barry was back in the game, their teamwork would be in shreds now. Reavers wrath would see fit to destroy that team work quite easily. If barry fought at all that is. Murazar snapped his finger rapidly just a few times outside against the glass as he hid his body against a steel support beam between two mirrors.

The massive shards of bullet-proof glass flew inward at the velocity of a gatling gun. Luckily murazar was covered and close enough that the shards didn't touch him. They did shred the shit out of his coat and tore it a part. He tossed it aside and sidestepped like a boxer to the center of the room. Now it was dangerous, if he fell he would most likely die if he didn't retain gurthang or sacrifice his hands.

He wouldn't let it go that far, if it wasn't over already. Barry and or reaver at this point would more than likely have been hit badly by that attack. If not, Reaver would have maybe saw it and avoided the shards if he was healed enough for that. Barry, well mura had no idea about barry. That was complete guesswork. Murazar readied himself and prepared himself for a possible onslaught. Reavers taunts now obviously proving massively ineffective and underestimating his opponent.

It didn't matter if you were a homonculous, unless you had the power to defeat your opponents. Those screams? Murazar had much worse every second of his life since he gained an ability that he could potentially help a homonculous, he had no idea if it could or couldn't. It was guess work and he figured if it came down to it he would do it.

[Robyn]

Barry blinked as the last scream died out and his eye's widen. "Master Weaver!" The servant called out pulling his coat around his forum as most of his clothing was shredded and ran over. His sense of smell leading him until the red sparks could lead him. Just as he reached the man and called his master's name a loud explosion filled the air.

The boy screeched as glass came flying towards them at the speed of hundreds of arrows. He shook Reaver more panicking. "MASTER WEAVER!" Awaiting the impending death he gulped tears running down his cheek's. Why would Reaver not respond. Was his beloved master dead? A sob escaped him just as the glass was ready to pierce his body.

Flames surrounded him. So hot and bright he had to shield his eyes with a whimper. What was happening? But the flames weren't burning him. Far from it they where protecting him. He could hear the hiss as the glass melted into globs that fell to the floor pooling around them. Peeking through his finger's he gasped and gave a horrified yell. "MASTER DAUTHI HELP!!" He screeched. His aster was burning on fire and all he could see was that eye. Staring into his soul as it pulsed. Veins raised and blood red while fire consumed the body as a source for the flames that curled round them destroying the glass.

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