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"Perhaps, but first, I'd like to know how you know my name." He said, looking over Revan for any hints.

Alastor wrote:"Perhaps, but first, I'd like to know how you know my name." He said, looking over Revan for any hints.

Revan turned, smiling. Quite perceptive... He chuckled at the young man. "Oh, its really quite simple really. You look just like them... You have aspects of your mother, and your father." He says with a chuckle. "Trying to notice any subtle hints in my face to see if I'm lying to you? Oh, you would have been a great T.I.R.S. Operative, but those days have long since passed I'm afraid. Your father, he was a member of the T.I.R.S. once. Though brief, I could tell you he had a knack for breaking some rules as well as a skill for hiding in plain sight. But... alas, I had to tell him that he couldn't be so reckless, but then one day he is thrown off an airship. We thought he died, but apparently he survived and lived with your mother for a few months." he says raising his arms. "We didn't regroup till the renegade survivors of the TIRS were invading Asrond...but thats an epic on it's own I'm sure you've heard enough of growing up." he finishes with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know most of that, except about my father, don't know shit about him!" Alastor said, gesturing arms wide.

He raised an eyebrow. "The more you don't know the better then." he said with a neutral and stern face. He turns towards the hostages and noticed one of them. "Well, I see your still unscathed, Lady Houten." he says walking over to her, extending an arm to help her up.

Iris pushed back her black hair, her pigtails swinging as she was untied and finally free. "About time, I seriously thought we'd be stuck here for months." she states blandly. She took his hand and used it to support herself up, letting her dress's hem flap. She brushed off the soot and debris from the ashes of the pyromaniac's threatening flames. She patted her nylon pantyhose of soot as well before closing her eyes, groaning. "Seriously, I'm giving the Silver Craft an 'F' for their so called 'safe' facility. Honestly, at this point, they'll need Noa just to bring themselves out of the gutter. Besides, I didn't even get to swim. This day sucks." she says with a pout, folding her arms across her chest. Her golden eyes glance over to the the young man whom had saved them. She took note of his clothing and then his arm before checking out his handsome face. She blushed slightly, and looked away. "Hmp! Well, now what do we do? Hero." she says looking over at the man again. Her small elven ears twitched slightly, and she broke out her phone to look through her messages. The other hostages got moving about, released from their bindings now. There wasn't really much they could do, other than hope that a squad of CKB didn't come their way.

Alastor sat down, and replied "Well, considering I killed Cliff over there, I guess my part of this job is over..." He said to Iris, then turned to Revan "Unless you have anything to say regarding this job you want me for."

Alastor wrote:Alastor sat down, and replied "Well, considering I killed Cliff over there, I guess my part of this job is over..." He said to Iris, then turned to Revan "Unless you have anything to say regarding this job you want me for."

Revan laughed. "I was just curious if you wanted Reno who's laying over there's job as my bodyguard. I was thinking permanently, but I get such a vibe off you that you might not want to do something so boring for a long period of time. Instead...how about till we make it off this craft in one piece. Who knows? Perhaps in the future I'll have something more substantial in terms of a job." he says raising his arms with a grin. "Now... we just need to relocate these survivors and wait for an evac team; but first things first we need to know if help is even going to be on the way." he says with a sigh. He takes his jacket off, all of a sudden and walks up to Mina, and placed it over her body. "..." he says nothing and walks up to one of the CKB soldier's bodies. He fumbles around their gear, pulling out a Quicksilver Pro. "Hmm...right, we should probably get going then.." he says when the heavy thrum of what sounded like helicopters echoed out. "Huh?"

Alastor sprung up and said "Shit, that can't be good. Ok Revan, you got a deal, but I need to relocate my buddy Irvine first, sound good?"

Revan turned to Alastor and nodded. "What are you talking about? Thats part of your duties! That sound cannot be good, if anything we need more support." he says before checking the mag of the .45 and then slammed it back in, cocking the slide and ring hammer back. "Don't worry, I can handle myself for the time being. With all these CKB weapons laying about, I should be able to hold off a small army by blind firing alone." he says with some humor. "Get going." he finished, and stood alert.

"Heh, right." Alastor said, as he ran off, while saying to himself "Hope you still have some explosives han- wait, this is Irvine, he ALWAYS has explosives."

Iris blinked turning to both of the men before her. "What exactly are you two? I wish you both had been with us when we got caught. It would have been less tense." she says, placing her hands on her hips, leaning on her left leg with her head cocked towards the right, her twin tails swaying with her. "So, what do you guys want me to do? I certainly don't want to sit around and do nothing, but I'm not too proficient with firearms..." she says blushing slightly, feeling a tad useless.

Revan paled for a moment. "Wait...this wouldn't be the same Irvine whom the ADN are after for stealing ordanance, is it?" he says with a tone of suspicion. "Hm... well I guess that doesn't matter right now. Go and find him and get back as soon as you can." He says, before turning to Iris. "Iris, if you can get the rest of the hostages to a security bunker. We need to let the ADN know we are here yet, though I feel I don't stress that enough." he says, clasping his forehead with his right palm.

Iris nodded. Though she didn't see her self so much as a people person, she could at least get the crowd shuffled along where they won't get shot. "Okay..." she blushed with a pout, looking over at them. "You...you two be careful now... alright?" she says before she begins to move the crowd towards the security shelter.

"You too." Alastor replied to Iris, as he dissapeared down the hallway.

Revan nodded back, and started to prep for whatever lied ahead.

"No..." came a deep rumbling voice, as Clifford's body burns, riveting with spikes and his limbs becoming rubbery and stretching out before him. His right hand becomes a giant hand that slams down upon a hapless ADN soldier, squishing him into an unrecognisable pile of blood and bone and torn armor and clothes. He stands before them, not as a man but as a large fiery beast. He turned his large snout towards the Captain ready to blast a ball of flame that would melt him and the President of this silly ADN party. "THERE WILL BE NO SURVIVORS!" he exclaims, reving himself up when a few of the ADN soldiers start to open fire. One of the soldiers steps before his captain, emptying his machinegun into Clifford's large imposing form valiantly. For his efforts, her delays his firebomb attack and strikes out with his left fiery claw, impaling the man before tossing him aside like a ragdoll.

"" screams the bleeding out soldier, his body colliding with a pillar before hitting the casino floor.

"NO! Sargent Wilhelm! He was just a boy!" Cried Captain Cyrill, who brought up his assault rifle in turn with the others. Clifford let out a stream of fire that almost instantly atomized eight ADN soldiers in one instant, turning the young men and women into a pile of ash coloured bones which fell lifelessly to the ground. Cyrill looked shocked then screamed as he was grabbed by Clifford. Clifford screamed in the man's face, a deep and gutteral howl that reverberated through the entire craft. He then took his other hand, grabbing the upper torso of the young Captain and twisted. A loud and audible snap echoed before Clifford pulled at both ends of the man's body vertically till his body snapped and tore apart with a stream of gore. Blood splashed upon the civilians who were nearby and even the President. Clifford tossed the bloody gibs aside, punching one of the ADN men through a wall and then grabbed another before tossing him into his mouth chewing the young man till his screams became sharp and then non-existent. He jerked his head tossing the gore into a pair of women ADN officers before bringing both claws upon them, crushing them with another spray of gore. The last young woman screamed, backing up into an alcove, having dropped her rifle and nearly soiling herself as Clifford brought his face down to meet hers. He sniffed. "AH...I SO DO LOVE THE SMELL OF FEAR...*CRUNCH*" he finished his vice like jaws over her head and shoulders. He snapped his head back and swallowed the lifeless corpse with a sickening gulp. He didn't have time to play, he needed some added energy to burn the rest. Besides, there were always the civilians for added snacks. The large demonic creature that formerly was Clifford turned, belching a flame bubbled up from it's quick snack leering into the eyes of the President. "ONCE I'M FINISHED WITH YOU...NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO IDENTIFY YOUR BODY" he chuckled darkly, opening his maw wide and preparing a fire breath attack, a ball of flame circling before his mouth becoming larger and larger!

Mina's body began to glow, and suddenly vanished, becoming particles of light. The light became long spear like shards that shot through the demon who revealed himself, tearing through him with a rapid succession. The shards vanish, and then recollected behind the President, her body forming again, Mina draws her bow, with an arrow ready and drawn. "No time to explain, but sir you need to escape!" she told the President, firing a spiritual arrow into Cliff's right eye, eliciting an incredible screech from the creature.

Alastor was quite shocked seeing Mina moving again.. wha... How.?... Uh, screw it, worry about it later! He thought to himself, and channeled the thunder dragon's power, conjuring a large scythe made of lightning, and charged at the beast formerly known as Clifford, using the new weapon in tandem with his sword, cutting deep into the beast's flesh before jumping back and throwing the electrical scythe, it turning back into energy and unleashing a thunderbolt on its target.

(Also, BGM: https://youtu.be/TB_anheRRnM
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Alastor wrote:Alastor was quite shocked seeing Mina moving again.. wha... How.?... Uh, screw it, worry about it later! He thought to himself, and channeled the thunder dragon's power, conjuring a large scythe made of lightning, and charged at the beast formerly known as Clifford, using the new weapon in tandem with his sword, cutting deep into the beast's flesh before jumping back and throwing the electrical scythe, it turning back into energy and unleashing a thunderbolt on its target.

(Also, BGM: https://youtu.be/TB_anheRRnM
)

Cliff back pedaled, digging at the arrow lodged into his eye before it vanished and he was then attacked by the youth with the President's sword and his own blade in a dual wielding fashion. He crossed his arms defending against the painful flurry of blows, but it also dulled the damage he could have potentially received. When the bolt of electric energy struck down upon him, the creature snarled and curled up. "GO TO HELL!" he exclaimed, powered by the soul in his putrid stomach, the Ifrit like creature arched his back and swung out his arms, creating a dome of fire that quickly spread out, expanding and engulfing anything not protected behind a barrier with flame. When this expanding dome of fire dissipated, Cliff was revealed with his body engulfed with flames, a large smile forming from his shielded face. "ALL OF YOU WILL BURN!" His guttural voice bellowed, exhaling fire like a flame thrower, swinging an arc towards Mina and the President, as well as any of those who had not fled yet. He ambled over on all fours towards the hostages; in case he needed a quick recharge...

The scene that continued to brew behind Iris soon made her become drawn into it. Turning around, she witnessed the large fiery creature make its way towards them with great speed!

"Into the shelter!" she exclaimed to the screaming and panicking hostages, looking over to a fallen ADN soldier's Orion, and lunged for it. She dove to the right of the oncoming beast, rolling quite nimbly for a half elf and grabbed hold of the gun. It was heavy, and it was a weapon she wasn't used to using as she preferred her bow to any gun. She rose it from her crouched position, and it wasn't thankfully on safety. Ratatatatatatata-! the gun blared off, maintaining her recoil at hip firing position rather than shouldering the weapon propper; she discharged the weapon at the beast's fiery face. "Over here you flaming sack of shite-" she exclaimed but felt a sudden tug at her heart causing her to immediately drop the weapon and hunch over.

Random Mobs wrote:It wasn't just Anastasia or Leland who had began hugging their chests tightly or feel unwell; noticeably, some of the SFL members, Samurai, Servants and ADN soldiers who had arrived also were feeling the same effects. One thing that was clear, with the exception of Leland, everyone in this room who was undergoing this strange disorder were Elven.

Unbeknownst to those in Beijio, the entire planet's Elven Races had simultaneously felt this strange sensation. Even more so, that they all began feeling this strange 'tug' when Edgar Holden arrived via his Chronosphere in Ithteca...

Iris, wide eyed and sweating from the heat radiating from Clifford plus her own internal struggles, clutched her chest tightly and was unable to move thanks to the strange 'spell' she seemed to be suffering suddenly. Gods...what now? What's happening to me now?! she thought, shaking, trying to fight this sense of being 'drained' and pick herself up and manoeuvre her way around the beast, but she could barely lift her pinky let alone move now. "Damn...it..." she exhaled, trying to pick herself up.

Revan's movement's were God-near impossible to be seen, as he flash stepped with the DarkSEED sword in hand, striking the creature's face with the blade. The blade had connected with the demon's right eyer, spewing blood and gore as the President torpedoed past Cliff. Due to his speed, the flames flowed with Revan's movement, exhausting them around Clifford the 'Big Red Demon's' body, and the man rolled, his white jacket kicking up, Cliff's face wrapping around him as he brought up the Quicksilver Pro .45, and fired several rounds into Clifford's face, in an attempt to blind him or steer his direction of his attacks. "Iris, get the lead out!" he exclaimed, firing all fifteen .45 rounds in the mag before he threw the weapon at the beast, holding the DarkSEED sword in both hands; hopefully, Alastor could take advantage of the lack of flames around Cliff and go in for a quick strike!

"Well then, guess that's my cue." Alastor said aloud, planting both swords into the floor, giving them a few revs as ice copies of the blades formed around him, shifting to float behind his back. The demon hunter began to emit a blue aura, and yelled out "Okay let's go!"
https://youtu.be/j5FmC35GIOk
RULES OF NATURE!

Alastor charged forth, beginning with a dual swipe with both swords, two of the ice blade stabbing into the fresh wound, lodging themselves there.

And they run when the sun comes up

He the slid to the left, swiping at Clifford's right, lodging two more blades in his side.

With their lives on the line (Alive!)

Alastor slammed Nocturne into the ground, and revved it, sliding him under Clifford's underside, slashing and lodging three more swords in.

For a while (No choice!)

He then lodged Revan's sword into the ground, using his momentum to pivot him around, striking simultaneously with both swords as Clifford's left, lodging yet another two ice swords in his hide

Gotta follow the laws of the wild (Alive!)

Reversing his grip on both blades, he moved to Clifford's back, revving Nocturne ramping up the beast's back, slashing at his flesh, then jumping upwards.

With their lives on the line(No choice)

Alastor returned his blades to normal grip, holding them aloft, channeling a large force of electricity, and launched it a Clifford, which also triggered the ice swords to fly through the beast's flesh, tearing his insides to shreds.

Out here only the strong survive!

Finally, the devil hunter fell down, slicing down both swords in a cross pattern. He then sheathed Nocturne, the aura dissipating, and the horrid beast collapsing into a meaty mess. A fiery aura emerged from the meaty mess, with Alastor's arm absorbing the power. He turned to his arm. "Huh."

The few CKB recruits that were left immediately stopped firing upon seeing the defeat of their captain. "By Frey'ds wings...." one of the men in red said, backing up, dropping his rifle and high tailed it! Other men simply dropped their weapons, getting on their knees, lacking further motivation to fight.

Crushed, and defeated, the CKB remaining in the building either fled or surrendered.

Revan watched the spectacle, the flurry of strikes and the mixture of elements which defeated Clifford in awe. "The boy's got spunk...." he muttered, and when Cliff lay dead, he stood up and swung the blood from the Ninjato before he then leveled it upon the soldiers who were surrendering. "Lay down your arms and you shall be spared our blades!" He shouted, as the cavalry ADN unit finally arrived, taking over. He shakes hands with the Captain of the ADN unit, and then tosses aside the blade before turning towards Alastor with a smile. "I give you my thanks, Alastor Grey." He approaches, giving his hand to the young man, offering to shake his. "If not for your efforts, we'd definitely have not seen a pretty end to today's events. What did you just do there? I must say, if you were around back in my day, I'd probably would've recruited you. I can't suppose I could offer you a job? Such skill is...often lacking, in this day and age...." he says, narrowing his eyes towards the still unconscious Reno, and sighed heavily.