Cataclysm

Luxatium brings spikes of light out of the ground, angled at Savager, primal energy sparking off of them. Luxatium then takes to the air, firing needles of light down on the foe.

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A voice rang through Mark’s skull like a tidal wave of bugs and it spoke four words to him
#“got something for you.”

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Mark, only have conscious from his injuries, weakly uttered a faint sound of confusion at the voice in his head.
@L.O.S.S-KAL

#“a buddy, a friend a chum made from chum!”
The voice was very weird

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@L.O.S.S-KAL

Mark, with his barely conscious mind, thought of one person, and old friend of his.
He slowly, silently mouthed the words with his lips.
“Leadhead…”

@TBT_Emerald

Savager roared as the spikes impacted him. However, they did little to impede his advance. Savager attempted to strike a blow at Luxatium.

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Luxatium, attempting to stop savager with his form, instead gets plowed into a wall. Waiting for Savager to move, Luxatium says, “That would have hurt if I could feel pain.” If Savager were to move, Luxatium’s form would crumple to the ground before disappearing and reforming.

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Savager, with his deformed beastial mind, could only give a roar of rage as a reaction. He shattered the wall behind where Luxatium had been with his fist, before he turned to slowly approach Mark’s battered, broken body with the intent of finishing the job.

Luxatium brings up a wall of light, smacking Savager in the face. “Wow, you can’t finish anything.” He taunts.

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Behind Savager an inky substance drips from the roof, collecting in a pool behind him

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@L.O.S.S-KAL

Savager, along with all 27 of his eyeballs, slowly turned in the direction of the ink puddle. Temporarily distracted, he observed the puddle curiously.

@BlackBeltGamer98

“Very well.” said the angel, as he and the other Angel’s donned their suits.
“Ready when you are.”

From the puddle a mass of tarnished metal and stained cloth rises dripping with foul black goop that steams upon contact with the open air. The figure’s head is naught but a metallic dome with a seemingly endless pit driven deep inside. As it fully rises it takes a few deep shuddering breaths like a newborn child.

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“Activating AN trap.” Dr. X said as he hit several buttons, activating the device mounted extremely securely onto the craft’s hull.

“you’ll need to get closer, planet side even”

“Then hang on, we’ll be expecting turbulence.” Dr. X said as he continued to pilot the craft towards the AN signal.

“i wouldn’t there’s no wind here.”

“That’s not the turbulence I’m anticipating.” Dr. X said as he accelerated the craft.

The surface of the planet was…melancholy to say the least, a monochromatic ashen wasteland, no wind no sound just grey dunes and…footprints?

Dr. X keeps in mind that there may be others around and continues to fly towards the AN signal.

“ah there appears to be a vessel of the collect up ahead, a guard perhaps?”

“Let’s find out.” The doctor tries to hail the vessel.