WAOA Arena

[DotSlash]

With Rex's head turned, he managed to see the arrow as it flew toward his neck. He calmly spun around, grabbing the arrow with his free hand before aiming where the arrow had fired from with his gun and firing a large white beam in that direction. Afterward, he coughed up a bit of blood and started charging another shot.

[hr]

[color=bb0066] "Yet." [/color] Carmen simply replied. [color=bb0066] "Your demeanor suggests you hurt others for your own amusement, but I'll lay that motion to the side for now. The moment you make a small misstep in your judgement of executing people, they'll have your head. And tell me, do you publicly execute these criminals?" [/color]

 

[Random berk]

Drayven nodded, looking rather regetful.

"And this is why I would not see all races assume such a lifestyle. It is too brutal. Why do those born without the physical strength or the aggressive tendencies of his peers deserve to die and be forgotten? It is our artists, our historians, who record our exploits and achievements for future generations. Warriors do not create. If they do not protect those who do, or learn to follow a new path as I did, then all they are capable of is destruction." Hearing Hellosh'es continued boasting and challenges, he exhaled long and slow, the first sign of exasperation he had shown them.

"Your idea of 'improvements' are clearly very different to mine. And I have not saved a country, no. I never would have even if I rose all the way to the top of the Aldmeri chain of command, though I may have destroyed one. I chose a different path because it was the right thing to do."

Dromaeus gasped in shock as Rex grabbed the arrow. When the human spun and raised his gun Dromaeus threw himself on his belly, letting the shot pass over his head. As he scrambled up, his potion wore off and he shimmered back into view. Lunging at Rex he swept his shield out to knock him off balance and deflect his gun barrel before bringing his sword across to slit open his belly.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Speaking as an ex-soldier, yeah, it's not always it's own reward. You gotta fight for change, or something you believe in, or to protect someone. Fighting for it's own sake is just slow suicide." Laguna looked at Hellosh. "Hey, I DID save a country, and I ended up ruling it. And I didn't have to make people afraid of me."

 

[DotSlash]

Dropping the arrow and snapping it with a stomp, he noted Drom lunging at him as the lizard reappeared. He quickly backdashed to back out of his shield bash. The lizard's horizontal slash caught his ribs a bit. Grunting, Rex aimed his gun toward Drom's chest and shot again, this time less strong as the one before.

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Carmen scoffed. [color=bb0066] "Save your people having to see such barbarity, then. As much as I enjoy fighting myself, don't celebrate it by beheading people in front of others. No amount of hospitals or other helpful structures will ever erase the resentment people must feel from seeing people slain before them, no matter how evil or corrupt they may be. Subjects aren't to be made examples of unless absolutely necessary... and even then, they can be dealt with silently." [/color]

 

[Random berk]

Dromaeus jerked and coughed as the shot drove the air from his lungs, and his blood began to mingle with the traces of Rex'es in his jaws. He staggered stiffly to the left, before bracing himself. Groaning, he shrugged off his shield, before forcing himself forward. With his left arm he gripped the hilt of the dagger at his belt and yanked it painfully from the scabbard.

Drayven's eyes narrowed.

"I was a celebrated officer in the Aldmer army during the war against the human Empire of Cyrodiil." He said slowly and reservedly. "As we wore them down, I saw things that diluted my will to fight. I wanted no part in what my rulers had planned for the humans, so I resigned my position."

 

[DotSlash]

Rex dived to the left to dodge Drom's stab. Just like in those bullet-time movies, he quickly aimed toward Drom's eye before firing off another shot. After landing, he'd roll a bit away from Drom, switching back to his gauntlet.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I know that feeling..." Laguna's face darkened, just for a split second.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen just looked at Hellosh, still shaking her head. [color=bb0066] "Of course, the parents would be like that. What about the other executions? Do you have droves of people constantly cheering all of your executions like some drove of zombies?" [/color]

 

[Random berk]

"What concern is it of yours what the Thalmor and those under their command did in the war against the Septim Empire?" Drayven demanded frostily of Hellosh.

As they spoke, Aethion came through the door at the other end of the room. Unnoticed by his father, he frowned in confusion as he recognised elder Elf's agitation, able to recognise the subtleties of Elven body language as Laguna and the demons never could.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen sighed before shaking her head. [color=bb0066] "No, I don't." [/color]

 

[Random berk]

OOC: No one is leaving this fight with their face still attached.

The shot shattered the side of Dromaeus's snout and tore open his eye socket, bursting his eyeball like a ripe grape. He staggered back, moving uncontrolled as though underwater. His jaw hung open and his intact eye wide with shock. He somehow remained standing, swaying slightly, before beginning to step forward again sluggishly. He swept his blade left and right, unseeing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He moved almost aimlessly in Rex'es general direction, sheer bloody-minded savagery keeping him on his feet.

OOC: Sorry, thought I posted this.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna noticed Aethion coming in. He waved, then saw his frown. "You alright?"

 

[DotSlash]

Rex sighed a bit before stepping back out of Drom's wild swings and aimed toward the lizard's face again. [color=000066] "Good fight." [/color] He said calmly before firing again.

 

[Random berk]

Dromaeus's head was snapped back by the shot. His arms dropped limply to his sides and both blades dropped from his relaxing fingers, before his body crashed down heavily in the dirt.

"Something troubles my father. What is it?" Aethion muttered to Laguna under his breath as he approached him. When he heard Hellosh press for information on Drayven's past, he sighed.
"Not good. He does not like to speak of his time fighting for the Thalmor."

"I fought under the overriding orders of the Thalmor, a governmental organisation who sought to bring all humans and other races that they saw as inferior under their bootheel. They were ruthless, and would have controlled the conquered people with the same tyranny that you may find familiar. Does this sate your curiosity?"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna listened briefly to the description of the Thalmor, then turned to Aethion. "I don't blame him. I worked for a similar group myself once."

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen looked back toward Hellosh and flicked her tail a bit. [color=bb0066] "A demon, more accurately a succubus. I'm assume you're the same, unless you just like having needless horns on your head." [/color]

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Rex calmly double tapped Drom's body with another shot to the head before returning his chain to normal. As the medics and fanfare came to be, Rex exited and headed for the lounge, slightly surprised by the sound of other people in there. [color=000066] "Good thing my face is back...." [/color]

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen tilted her head a small bit, noting Hellosh's tone. [color=bb0066] "I don't see how that's something to be loathed, seeing as your subjects seem to love you so much. Being demonic is just part of your ancestry and your blood. It's just what you are." [/color]

[hr]

Rex walked in and flopped down onto a couch, rubbing his new face a bit. [color=000066] "Dammit, now I know how everyone feels when Nail eats their face." [/color]

 

[Random berk]

"If I believed in their cause then I would not have resigned and spoken out against them." Drayven snapped.

"Then you know it is not wise to keep demanding information so tactlessly from him." Aethion replied quickly to Laguna before tapping Hellosh on the shoulder.

"Those days are past for our family, there is no good to be had from this. Let it be." He insisted forcefully.

Dromaeus stumbled out of his vita-tube and leaned against the scorched wall of the room, breathing heavily and glaring in the direction of the lounge.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Hey, I'm not the one who brought it up. And if he's not comfortable talking about it, I won't push."

 

[Random berk]

"Hey, I'm not the one who brought it up. And if he's not comfortable talking about it, I won't push."

OOC: Aethion wouldn't have been accusing Laguna, but he would have been speaking urgently.