Post by General Kraktus on Aug 15, 2019 13:52:19 GMT -6
"Wait Stop." Kraktus swung his hand out the man standing before him falling into the snow. The man had drawn his last breath his eyes wide with terror. Kraktus could nearly taste it but that was not what drew his focus. A large creature stood above the man eyeing Kraktus as he arrived. Kraktus had just been exploring the snowy land when he just arrived to see the end of a man who was being torn apart by a wild beast. Sure he could of stopped it but where was the fun in that. He'd looked at the beast as it teeth were covered in blood before it charged forward. It seemed the beast was too stupid to know when to quit. Kraktus raised his arm freezing the beast in place with his telekinesis. Then he flung the beast high into the air and then back down.
The beast bone were crushed as it laid dead at his feet. This was just another reason he hated foolish people. Dying like flies or charging in to meet their maker. The beast had been foolish to attack but then again he needed food. The land here cut deep the snow and the heavy winds would cut down a lesser man. Kraktus looked around seeing if anyone was around. His scouter picked up nothing but he stood still. The Blizzard around him made it hard for him to see and he didn't want to be attacked by someone who might of sensed the death of the beast and man. Kraktus would not be able to explain he merely killed the wild animal. Sure he'd love to gloat he killed both but if some hero came running out of the snow he doubt they be willing to believe he was for once was not the sole contributor to the carnage in the snow.
Post by Cobane Sythus on Aug 17, 2019 20:50:46 GMT -6
Cold Cuts Deep
25,000 PL x Wild Spirit (x4) = 100,000 PL
Months in the harsh cold can do anything to anyone. For someone who is unprepared, it is a fool's errand. Anything could kill you up in these mountains. Not only were they freezing cold, but the food was scarce and the resources outside of that were low. Animals had developed to be killing machines or well developed in hiding to make the most of their survival, but even then, there was no guarantee that anything will survive.
Resting on a mountain peak was a Doragon, who’s blood naturally allowed them to endure any cold. Doragons had a trait for different colors, with each other them having a strength and a weakness because of it. Typically, it worked in a circle. Cobane had Cold Blood, granting him immunity to cold effects and a weakness to hot ones. He also has a natural resistance to acid, but whether that be from his Doragon genes or his intense training on Arcose had yet to be seen.
While in his meditation, the boy let his eyes rest, letting his sixth sense guide him across the universe. He could sense multiple ki signatures, some nearby, others on a much grander scale of distance. With this kind of focus, he could detect the life forces of everything around him. Some were disappearing while others were newly created, a circle of life that continued to spiral endlessly on every planet. It was all calm and well until a signal started to lift into the air. The signature rose higher and higher, as if flying, but it's body held no ki to fly with, meaning it was a defenseless creature. Was it a bird? No, its energy was too small. Before Cobane could solve the puzzle, it dropped. No, it was pushed, faster than if gravity alone had taken effect. The creature, whatever it was, had been flattened into a pancake the true force.
The unnatural stopping of life made Cobane twitch. His wild spirit was mad on the inside, but the outer Cobane could not deduce why. His head began to spin, forcing a head around his own face. The boy groaned, pained by the cruelty of the mystery as to who would kill such a thing. The spirit was angry and it was hard to control, the whole reason Cobane had come out here was a failing outcome, but as much as it hurt, he wouldn't succumb so easily. Standing from his perch, fangs bared and claws withdraw, the ex-assassin took flight, making haste towards the murderer.
Upon arriving at the scene, Cobane landed harshly, creating a crater near the site. Standing up to meet the armored alien, The Doragon looked at the mess of blood around him. "Are you the one who put a whole in mother nature's plan?" The Monk cried, climbing out of the hole he had made. His hair flew out with the wind, his ki flaring up. This squid alien had no energy to it. It was like it was invisible, just like the android Cobane had assassinated. Was this another robotic mechanination? Such a heartless creature deserved to be destroyed for hurting the beauty of the flow of nature.
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 18, 2019 21:42:05 GMT -6
Kraktus turned as his scouter beeped as some power was heading his way. "Hmmm?" Kraktus checked the scouter as the power was <100,000> Kraktus was surprised that such a strong power was heading his way. It was lower than his own but not by much. He'd turned to face Cobane as he landed and asked the question if he was the one who ruined mother natures plan? Kraktus titled his head in confusion. He was unsure what he was going to say to Cobane's words. Did he think he should not have defended himself to the beast? Did he think Mother Nature's should be respected it was just nature? All be to laid to waste one day or another. Kraktus just decided he'd explain what happened. "I decided to walk around here and that beast had killed this man. I didn't care much but then said the beast decided to attack me so I defend myself and kill it. Did you want me to let myself being torn apart by the beast or did you have some other thoughts?" Kraktus mused looking over at Cobane and waited for some sort of response.
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2019 21:42:36 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
Post by Cobane Sythus on Aug 19, 2019 21:24:54 GMT -6
Cold Cuts Deep
25,000 PL x Wild Spirit (x4) = 100,000 PL
With Cobane’s aura flying up like a blue flame, he found it rather odd that the man before him showed no fear in his reaction to his arrival. Was his power higher than Cobane’s? He had a scouter, so only he would know the real answer to that. Reaching a hand back to pant one of his daggers, Cobane’s reptilian eyes scanned the man’s uniform. His armor had colors and a symbol matching the World Trade Fleet. That, alone, was reason enough to hate this guy’s guts, even if he knew about the Doragon being in the ranks or not a little under a year ago.
The Mindflayer alien tried to explain himself by claiming self defense, but the analytical side of Cobane and the uncaring side of his feral side were focused on the analysis. “Firstly, you’re not from this planet. You come here and cause a polar bear to fly, then crash it into the ground. I see a lot of problems with you storming in and murdering animals, especially after being associated with the murders of innocent Saiyans and Earthlings alike.” The Ex-Assassin, regardless of the fact that this man really did defend himself or not, was not in the mood to accept an apology from the men who enslaved him for years.
“Prove to me, then.” Cobane suggested. “Prove to me you didn’t mess with Earth’s natural flow of life.” The Silver Blood advanced to the bodies of the man and the beast on the ground. The man, did indeed, look as though he had been cut open, but there was an infinite possibilities as to how. It was very likely that the Zoomite was truthful with his story, and this Earthling was cut down by the hands of the mutated creature that had been evidently pancaked into the ground. It had taken a moment to realize that, in fact, Cobane didn’t care about if some man came in and killed a bear or two. That, two, was a natural reaction to even aliens on an unfamiliar planet, but he’d gotten this for living off this schtick that there was no point in hopping off this train now, even if all that was to be achieved was a slightly more annoyed octopus than before he arrived.
Freezing is a painless way to die. First, you shiver and shake, then you slow, then you fall. It's the thoughts in your head that are the most painful of all. If you don't pass that hurt onto something else first, you die inside long before you die outside. At least that's what Gallan believed.
Frost hung heavy on the man's furred tail, weighing it to the floor. It dragged behind him, carving a line in the snow behind him. The rush of ice and fierce winds quickly covered his trail, wiping his history clean from the earth. His bare arms were crossed across his chest, held firmly between his battle armour and a thick fabric cloak. The cloth continued over his shoulders and neck, blowing around with every cold blast of ever-changing wind.
His warm breath spread out in the air before him, covering his sight with every fall of his chest. The blizzard of white ahead of him never changed though. If he'd been able to see anything from above he might have flown through the raging ice storm, but that option had been quickly taken from him. His energy had been sapped by the cold, leaving him stomping ahead, his boots crunching down with every step.
Still, his determination kept him warm. He had to reach someone, anyone, who could help him. Word was that someone from the World Trade Fleet was on the planet. His scouter had overloaded trying to find them, leaving him no choice but to continue the hard way. It was the extra bit of challenge that made this expedition interesting. He could have tried repairing the scouter, or try constructing a new one with pieces of Earth technology, yet he hadn't. It was a hunt, a personal challenge. He was free from technology, something he'd relied on far too much in the past. No, this was something to be done under his own power. The new world around him couldn't hide his target forever. He'd find them or die trying.
The feeling of the lost scouter on his ear was gone, the numb spreading equally on both sides of his face. He could no longer feel its weight, his arm no longer wanting to reach up and tap against it. He could hear the wind clearly, its sound no longer mechanically filtered through one side. It was how he heard the first of many snowcats prowling around him. Their growls carried through the wind, the only sign that they were even there. The Saiyan's tail began to rise, entering a state of preparedness all on its own. Gallan felt the callings move in the wind, a rising change of animosity.
You consider me your prey? Gallan thought, picturing the predators circling around him, On your turf, by your rules, I admit your instincts have bested mine. But I won't be the one dying here today.
The Saiyan felt the electricity carry through the wind, the sense of danger rushing at him from all around. His chest rose a few more times before he let out one final steamy breath. As the mist in front of his face cleared the scene around him grew still. The growls were getting louder, their approaches coordinated. There was an alpha leading them, a voice deeper and more commanding than the rest. Gallan knew that voice well, he'd used it many times before. If there was ever a way to defeat an enemy stronger than you it was by working with others. Gallan had nearly died several times over before learning such a thing. With the way the animal pack was moving it seemed as though such teamwork was built into them.
The growls were getting softer now, slowly dying as the wind entered the forefront once more. The time for talk was over, they were ready to strike. Gallan kept his breathing shallow, keeping his eyes on anything that could approach through the hail of white. His arms began to unfold, the pounding of his heart sending fresh warm blood down towards his extremities. He twitched his fingers in the wind, feeling the warmth spread through his gloved hands. The numb was boiled away, replaced by a tingle that would soon disappear. Good. He'd need to feel every little thing in the moments to come.
He could feel the stillness in the air, even as the snow rushed at his face. It took him a moment to see that it wasn't just mere snow rushing towards him. The pride of snowcats dashing towards him had hidden in the frost, using it to hide their approach. As he spotted their outline he saw what they were. They were large, the leader easily reaching up to the Saiyan's chest. The animals were snow-white, their pink mouths and black slit eyes the only thing saving them from being invisible. Their fangs were bone white, not quite the shade of the snow and their fur. Two fangs curved down from the tops of their mouths, the leader having the longest and sharpest of them all.
Their approach was fast and hard, intending to take down the lone warrior with a single charge. The first wild cat caught a firm backhand, sending it smashing down to its side. It quickly rose back up, then moved to the back of the pack. The next got its fangs in close, with Gallan having to wrestle it back for a moment before flinging it over his shoulder. That was when the alpha came in. The first two had been to unbalance him, now the real attack reared its head.
It leaped at him through the air, snarling at him as it dove. He fell back, his arms holding back the fangs and claws as its weight took him to his back. He wrestled with the beast, tucking and rolling through the thick snow. Lines of red stained the white as he met with the sharpened strikes. The rest of the pack circled him, nipping at him, trying to get a hold of a hand or foot, anything to stop him from defending himself. If they'd gotten ahold of just one of his hands it probably would have been the end for him. He didn't have the strength of his usual self, this was a fight for survival.
The alpha cat too was fighting for survival. It had to keep its pack alive, gain food so that they could survive the cold. Gallan also had a pack, one that he too would keep alive at any costs. With a sudden burst of strength, he got a hold of the beast's neck with one hand and hooked his other inside the beast's mouth. The animal's pack suddenly stopped their approach, what was about to happen to clear in their minds. The Saiyan twisted hard, pulling his hands back and around until the cat's neck let out an audible snap. The beast laid on top of him, motionless.
Gallan laid there too for a moment, his lungs burning in the cold. The pack around him was stunned. They were suddenly leaderless, their strongest defeated. As one lone cat moved to walk away the rest slowly decided to follow. They walked back into the snowy mist, their shadowy outlines fading away back to nothing.
The Saiyan pushed his way out from under the alpha, his brown cloak now nothing but lengths of torn rags. With every new step he took the rags fell to be taken by the wind. He dragged himself forward, both victorious and defeated at the same time. Hot blood streamed down under his armour, cooling before it could reach the ground. He held his arms down at his sides, what strength he had left to hold them up already spent.
He walked like that for what seemed like hours, his steps slow, his legs barely moving at all. In the distance, he felt a new presence, no, it was two. He could barely see their outlines in the distance. As he got closer the wind and snow held a brief respite, giving him a rare glimpse at what laid ahead. The two figures were standing apart, speaking to each other. One had black hair, almost seeming blue in the light, and the other was--- It was General Kraktus, one of the higher-ups of the World Trade Federation!
"General... General Kraktus..." The Saiyan called at the top of his voice, his battle leaving it barely a whisper.
He tried calling out again but still, his voice failed him. Soon his legs failed too, bringing him first to his knees, then finding him slumped forward in the snow. He reached out a hand, trying to gesture to the being ahead. His hand began to fade, the darkness slowly replacing the light.
Gallan PL: 400
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2019 7:40:30 GMT -6 by Gallan: Errors
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 20, 2019 13:35:58 GMT -6
He'd looked at Cobane who seemed to have it dead set he was the bad guy. He even watched him draw a dagger of sorts. Seems he was ready to carve him out if he got the chance. Krkatus tensed up a bit ready for anything. Sure he was a pretty evil dude but in this situation, he had done nothing wrong. He killed an animal that tried to kill him. He explained that he knew who he was at least some idea. Being apart of the WTF really had to be a pain sometimes. He just wanted to walk around but now he had a deal with this fool who thought he could implant his noble thoughts into practice. Even without his Blutz generator, this man was not stronger than him. He could defeat him with some effort.
As Kraktus was about to just blast the fool he heard a voice a shrill one at that cut through the wind. It was his name being called. Who knew his name out there. He wondered if it was just a random citizen or one of this man's friends? He'd checked his scouter a power level of merely <400>. It was not a normal person but it was also no threat to him. He decided to check it out since it was a few paces away. Kraktus raised his hand to Cobane. "I'll deal with you in a moment." Like telling a dog to sit Kraktus turned his back and walked towards Gallan. When he arrived he'd stand over the Saiyan and look down. "Who are you speak up quickly," Kraktus said with a grunt having no time and patience for a slow response.
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2019 13:36:26 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
Post by Cobane Sythus on Aug 21, 2019 13:09:43 GMT -6
Cold Cuts Deep
25,000 PL x Wild Spirit (x4) = 100,000 PL
It was evident that tensions would only get higher as Cobane pressured the Cthulhu styled man. The alien had been sizing him up and down, as if trying to gauge his capabilities. With his scouter, it made it quite likely that he knew just exactly how much he could squash Cobane or if he even could at all. He was either really confident or really skilled in swallowing his fear. By the twitch in his fingers, this Fleet member was more than ready to put a beam through him, but that was when the strangest thing happened.
A man, Saiyan, no doubt, with his tail and wild, black hair, crawled through the snow with blood spilling from his body and frost sticking to most inches of his body. With the last of his strength, he had called out a name, General Kraktus, which the squid man responded to with surprise. The man’s head fell over, most likely from exhaustion. His power was on a far smaller scale than the two he stood (or rather, crawled) before, but it showed promise, scaling a good chunk above most simple Earthlings.
Kraktus said he would handle Cobane when he was done with the man, leaving Cobane to roll his eyes. The alien man stood over the Saiyan and demanded as to where he’d heard of him, but it was evident that the man was probably not going to respond. “The man is half frozen. If you want answers, warm him up.” Cobane flipped his knife around and took to the skies, aiming his path for some trees. Cutting off some larger branches, Cobane stuffed the wood under his arm and carried them back to the scene of the half conscious man.
The Silver Blood eyed around for a safe place to put the logs, but there was no location nearby that would allow him to put the logs down without getting them wet, so making the most of his magic blood, he aimed to fingers out. Channeling some energy into the snow around him, he flicked his fingers upwards, creating a large pillar of ice to cut through the snow and leaving a spot where that snow once stood. Using another fraction of his power, he tossed the pillar aside, sending it off the mountain, almost carelessly in style. “Get him in there. Our bickering can wait, let’s guarantee this man a life another day.”
Floating over to the stone patch he created, the Doragon set the wood down into a small, tent like fashion. “Alright, camp fire…” Organizing some dirt and rocks to keep the structure sound, Cobane made the site stable to withhold a fire. “Hey Cthulhu, you got any matches or a striker or anything? I could start one with some sticks, but that’ll take too long compared to that.” Cobane stood, looking back at Kraktus and Gallan, hoping that he would have the sensibility, or at least the curiosity, to keep this man alive. Hopefully, he wasn't the type to despise orders.
Warmth found Gallan in the dark, the flame at his side crackling to him. His eyes opened slowly, the light of the pure white snow hurting. In fact, his whole body hurt. Life was flowing through what was once numbed by frost. Pain meant he was still alive, and clearly it was thanks to one or both of the figures standing over him. Gallan was on his back, the blue haired man just in sight, silently watching over him. The weakened Saiyan turned his head and spoke to the man.
"Thank you," he said, his voice weak but getting stronger.
If the roles had been reversed Gallan would have helped the dark haired man but only to gain an ally to use for his own ends. The Saiyan didn't feel particularly grateful beyond those two words. He didn't owe the man anything beyond them.
As for the tentacled man standing alone, looking like he'd had enough of the situation, well, Gallan had many words for him. The Saiyan began to turn over, his bones and muscles as stiff as ice. As pain ran across his face he knew only one of the two people around him might have some objection to his moving. That was General Kraktus after all, he had use of the strong, and no time for the weak. That is why Gallan continued up, fighting through the pain as he rose up and knelt before one of the highest ranking members of the World Trade Fleet.
"General Kraktus. I am Gallan, and I come before you as a Saiyan once more pledging my loyalty to the Fleet," Gallan spoke, his head held down in reverence, "I come as the voice of my kind, of those still loyal, without any tie to the Saiyan Kingdom. I beseech you, do not judge us as enemies. Use us, let us fight alongside you in this time of uncertainty."
"I have been a member of the Fleet for years. I returned from deep space to find our organisation slowly falling into the void left by our leader, Lord Chill. I fear what may become of us, what may become of me. I've built so much, fought for so long. I can't let it all fall apart."
"That's why I came to this world. General, we need hope, a path to walk. Tell us how to survive what has been done to us. Tell us how to rebuild. Tell us how we get our revenge."
With those words spoken Gallan was done. He knelt there half warm, waiting for words he hoped would help him rise to live and fight another day.
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 22, 2019 12:49:22 GMT -6
Krkatus looked at Cobane who told him if he wanted to keep the man around he'd have to heat him up first. Kraktus sneered this man really thought he could order him around. Still, Kraktus would want to hear the man and see what he wanted. He'd would watch as Cobane used some magic to clear a spot to bring Gallan He'd telekinetically pull Gallen with him towards the spot Cobane had made. Then he'd float a stick up from the ground and spun it with said telekinesis against a wall. With the friction, and force he did it at it easily was set ablaze. Then just like that he'd create a fire using said sticks to keep warming Gallan up. He already looked better just seeing them. He'd set up the fire letting Gallan rest next to it as he looked at Cobane. "He'll live I'd imagine if someone was weak enough to die in this cold they would not be worth my time now we still have some unfinished business." Kraktus was about to attack but then he heard Gallan voice.
Kraktus turned his head to look down at the saiyan warrior waiting for him to tell him he had been on the hunt for him and had come to kill him. If that was the case he'd just blast him to bits for wasting his time. What surprised he was that he was pledging his loyalty to the fleet? Apparently, he was a saiyan warrior who had been apart o them for some time. He must have been a low-level grunt who decided not to just flee and wanted to truly make a difference. He seemed to really want to fight for him and the fleet. He was begging him to tell him how they would rebuild and take their revenge. He wanted to take revenge on his own saiyan people. Krkatus grinned under his mass of tentacles. "Fine, I'll show you how we will walk. Yet the WTF may still die will you follow me into a new era with new leadership." Kraktus asked waiting for Gallan answer to his question.
Last Edit: Aug 22, 2019 12:50:09 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
Post by Cobane Sythus on Aug 25, 2019 19:35:14 GMT -6
Cold Cuts Deep
25,000 PL x Wild Spirit (x4) = 100,000 PL
As the fire was lit and the man was rested inside, the Saiyan came to life once more. He gave thanks to Cobane, which the Doragon just shrugged to. “Sure. Can’t just let someone die, after all.” Cobane floated out of the hole and towards the mountain wall, where he rested his body by leaning on it. He remained close enough to be able to listen in on the two, which he would soon learn that he would not care for their conversation.
As it turned out, the Saiyan’s name was Gallan, who was apparently aligned with the World Trade Fleet. He got on his knees for Kraktus and begged for his guidance, which Cobane found suspicious. If this man was a Saiyan, then he must have beaten to a pulp time and time again to have no pride left as to beg. What’s worse over was that Kraktus held no question towards it. In fact, he invited the idea, offering to make a new organization that would better suit both of their needs.
Cobane, groaning as he listened, turned his head away. He stared at the trail of blood and snow the man had left behind and wondered how in hell Gallan had made it through near death for so long. The man had injuries all over, and yet he moved just fine for a person with such low power. Maybe the beating thing actually was true. Maybe this man had endured the same treatment Cobane had had when he was brainwashed, with being shot in the lungs to force activate his zenkai. It seems that he, though, didn’t get the torture treatment, and was closer to a pirate with hatred for other reasons.
“Sorry to ruin your heart to heart…” Cobane growled, kicking himself off the cliff and into a slow walk. “But you can’t actually believe this shit, can you?” Cobane pointed to Gallan with a grave look. Getting up close now, he saw that the man was wincing. His body was shaking from the cold and pain alike, leaving hint that this man really was just a normal guy. He was probably scared of being offed by one of the two, and seeing as one was stronger, he decided to stick with that one until there was only one standing if a fight did break. Unfortunately, Cobane was far too skilled to fall to someone of his equivalent power. If Kraktus was smarter than he let on, then he’d remember Cobane and his particular skills back when he was an assassin.
Frozen wind blew strongly overhead but it was barely a whisper in the Saiyan's ears. Every part of him was dedicated to keeping himself alive, and in a state worthy of hearing the words of those around him. His body and mind were pained and weary, half numb with frost and despair alike. Yet he knelt there before the two, his head bowed, their words changing him more than mere cold or pain possibly could. He listened as the General of the Fleet offered him the spark of hope he'd needed, one he'd sought after for longer than he knew.
So there's a place for me after all, Gallan thought, his joyous relief hitting him like a rush of water from a broken dam.
The Saiyan trembled at the news, his new emotions shaking his concentration. The pain he'd ignoring reached him for longer than he would have have liked. He tried his best not to let it show, to stay resolute. He'd come before them weak and broken, but he knew he could be more. He'd risked his own life to reach the pair knowing it was never in his own power to save it. He lived by their words and deeds, and soon he would be offered the chance to make his own fate. As the General's next words reached him, the Saiyan grew suddenly still.
The Fleet is going to die...?
Gallan had forged his own path long before joining the World Trade Fleet, but his life as he knew it had begun there. He'd gotten close to a true start in the organisation, a true path to power, only to return to see it falling apart. He'd sought answers, a way to keep the beast of an organisation alive. After the loss of its cold spine, maybe it had been too much to ask for. Maybe the beast should have died a long time ago. But if something new could break free from the dying organisation, maybe that would make his life worth something. He had just been validated, his loyalty recognised. If he joined the new organisation, whatever came next, he'd be known, his name and face recognised. With that realisation it suddenly didn't matter to him that the Fleet was dying. He could live in both places for now, waiting for the right time to leave one for the other. This was better news than he could have hoped for.
If I send back word that the Fleet will survive, it'll be easier to make sure certain people are left behind when the transfer comes. They'll be left to die in the corpse they built for themselves, and I'll have the perfect view from outside. Their folly will be known, and they will curse themselves for all the times they kept me from greatness.
It was then that the other man spoke up, the one who'd played a great deal in keeping the Saiyan away from death's door. His dark blue hair was hard to miss as it fell back into frame, his feet strutting him forward confidently. Gallan didn't care for his dismissive attitude, at least at first. Soon the insecurities of the man became clear. He was afraid, Gallan knew, not of him but what he represented. Gallan was a new arrival, a new opponent, insignificant if not for the interactions granted to him. One man offered him a new life, while the other wished to deny it. It was clear a battle was to come between the two of them, the animosity had long been in the air.
"I am Lord Gallan, leader of the Gallan Force,"he spoke to the both of them, declaring his existence and purpose once more.
His breaths were long and pained. Only hearing Kraktus speak returned to him the strength to stand. As the Saiyan rose before them, he turned and spoke next only to his leader.
"And I will serve you in what may come..."
Gallan looked to the two fighters, then returned his eyes to his General.
"...When you're finished here."
Gallan waited for the final words from the pair, then he began his long trek back into the snow. His steps were slow but steady. Even in his current state it was clear to see that he'd make it. The promise of what would come was enough to ensure that much. Soon enough he'd faded into the blizzard, first into grey, then into white.
Post by General Kraktus on Sept 1, 2019 15:34:29 GMT -6
Kraktus looked towards Gallan who seemed to just be thinking of what he had to say. He was really not worried about how he looked though since he was quite weak. He didn't need Gallen but if he wanted to stay around he'd take his help. The man called himself Lord Gallan of the Gallan force and seemed to be willing to keep serving him. Kraktus waved his hand as the man seemed to go off and leave them be. He now had a new soldier whatever that was worth but his focus shifted to Cobane. He would have to deal with the man before him first and foremost. Krkatus narrowed his eyes he was unsure who these men was but he was not going to let him escape with his foolishness to challenge General Kraktus. "Let's see what you can do." Krkatus smoke to Cobane before flexing his right fist pyshic energy flying off the arm. The energy aimed to slam into Cobane and send him flying across the snows if he let such a power hit.
Last Edit: Sept 1, 2019 15:36:45 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
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