08-31-2016, 05:06 AM
(08-30-2016, 05:33 PM)Umbra Wrote: One of the sworded constructs notices the newcomer and gains a voice.
W͠e̶l͝l, w͝ȩlĺ..҉.̧ ͜Wh͘a̡t ͘h̵a̛ve ̧we ͏he̷rę? ͜A͏ ẃeak m͞o̴c͝ker̷y?"́ It poises its blade for a fight.
The patches of unknown purple energy that appeared on the ground rupture into full-on blasts, but don't break the ground. Nobody was unlucky enough to be standing in one when they ruptured, but a few of the constructs weren't so fortunate, disintegrating almost instantly when caught in the blasts.
A few more 'patches' appear on the ground. It appears the 'head' of this fight is channeling them.
More constructs appear on the scene to replace the fallen; there are now 8 constructs, half armed with blades and the other half clawed.
"̴Hu̠͢ŕ̝̙r͔̝̜y̪̖̗͖͓͢ ̡͇͚͈͚͉̗̣u̝͖p̛̟͚̱̫͍ ͚̣͉͕̜ͅa͚̙̟̳̥n͈d͈͈͕̦ ҉̙̖̱̼͍ͅd̯̜͓i͕͓̯͕̫̬͠ͅe̮̻̬͍͔͞ ͓̣͚̗̠͉͔a̴̱͖͙̳̟̩͓l͖̱͕̘͙r̘̩͘ḙ̰̯̹͎̯a̛d͈͉̱̖͔́y҉̭̠!̪̠ ̦̗͜Į͔̳̪̳͙͉ ̞̙̩̭͢w̙̯̙i͖͜l̟l̹͕͕̰̠̫̺̀ ͎̮̲̀n̮̼̮̤͇͍̹͢o̺͍͙͈͔̪͜t͖͎͇̺̪͈ͅ ͇̦w̼a̗̠̺̯͇s͚͇̼̟̫t͍̘̭͚̙̲̘̀e͔̟̦͕̠͜ ̜̠̬̝̳̳̻͞m̘͠y̷̰̝̣̠̠̻͍ ͍͟a̠̻r̙̳̱m̘͕̕y̻̰̣͚̼̼͓͜ ̧̯̳͉̙͈̲͈o̡̭̼͍̮̼͓n͉̥̮ ͡a̟͖͡ ̞̰͖s̻̟̜̭̀k͏̬͍͈͖͎ir̭̣͉͞m̼͔̲̣̦i̥s̛̥̣̺̹͎h҉̱̜̖!͏͉̬"҉̞
It hangs back, overseeing the fight.
The Avalian construct took no action to the apparent threat of another assaulting it. Though it opened it's mouth, and no words came out, none took shape. And then another crackle of energy, as if on a 6 second lag. "Release us, release us, release us." Repeated thrice, sounding a bit close to home as far as the remnant. Nothing came of it though. Simply stood there as the the purple glow of the opals was slowly cleaned, fading to a blue tinted white, and with it the visible spark of sudden recognition and sapience.
Leaping back, as if in a panic almost to run back first into Umbra, blue tone deepening to fill it's entire form. Finally speaking with a voice of crackling energy. "Where- AHH! My..." It flickered for a moment, and then unreadable text splashed across the air around it, familiar and unfamiliar runes to some. "Why?" The air directly around it began to flicker and crackle with it, but still nothing happened as it glared at the figure that hung back farther from the action that had begun, and across the crystals that covered them. "Not you again..."
And then the phrase "Behold! The power of friendship!" Was spoken. And he just stuttered slightly, caught off guard, "Bawahh." Looking over at Danu to finally notice who else was there and wincing slightly looking away.
//No I am not trying to add a past to your story. It's just the previous time there was a run-in by him with the Remnant which he is referring to. When Umbra was there.