Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-3155949-20130924042049/@comment-3155949-20150119221356

He approaches in silence, surveying the chamber ahead of him while progressing at a leisurely rate. From your nigh-invisible cover you observe, and the moment your eyes pop out, he meets your gaze. He takes stock of Amocci's departure and the two remaining observers.

To your surprise, he simply acknowledges you with a curt nod, and proceeds to the door at the end of the room.

From there, a blast of fire and smoke catapults the alloy doors into the far wall parallel. Out from the hole emerge a handful of the other survivers, armed with rifles, lasers, industrial cutters, and other such improvised weaponry.

The glowing one regards them with a split-second of disgust before reigning his expression in once more. In the blink of an eye, all of the attacking survivors lie dead or dying, their outfits checkered with spots of glowing white substance, which burns and sears like a phosphorus weapon. Their executor casually holsters a slugthrower, a weapon which was drawn to fast to be seen before or during its use.

His chest rises, and falls. One breath. The first he has taken since he entered.

"You. Two who are neutral. Abandon arms. Surrender selves."

His even proclamation is the only sound in the room, accompanied only by the shuffling of bodies as the bare, glowing, and slick blue right half of his body tenses lightly. It shines just a little brighter as he drags the fresh corpses - and two or three barely-breathing casualties - into an organized row. When his job is complete, he folds each individual's arms over their chest.

He turns to face you both, and it is only now that you spot the black marks of accurate fire along his upper body. A half-vest on the left easily absorbed its share. On the right, fibers of blue, which seem like liquid in suspension, cover up and eventually fill a number of holes that have cut well through the flesh.

"This is now a non-place, but He does not wish you three non-persons."

But surely he knows of the remaining survivors Amocci is now with...

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Half of the room attacks without delay, leaving you, Amocci, with a reinforced squad of now quite-shaken survivors.

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i lied