War Torn World - The Shattering

"Rules? Rules?" Aisse says, laughing hard, and continuing for a minute.

((87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15
seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it. Aisse, Aisse's rule is 5 seconds.))

"But, I could eat them! ALL of them! After their done! I mean, they wouldn't kill them!"

"Ah, you don't under stand." Aisse snaps her fingers. A cubic foot of sand appears. She waves her hand over it. It turns to glass. "Here, try to bend this without any magic." She says, handing it to Cynthia.

Cyhnthia humors her, and hands it back. "Glass can't bend."

"Really?" Aisse says, bending it into the shape of a kitten, as if it were clay. She hands it to Cynthia. Those who can tell see no magic, no powers. "It can when one is seperate from everything, including the power of paradox. It's why I'm not afraid of ending. Tom is an infinite anchor, only to end when he wants to. Yeah, It'd be a bitch to have to come back to this time again, but still."

"Oh. Um.." Shali, ignoring them all, had started feeding, a crazed grin on her face as the life energy drained from the evil ones before her.

She ignored them, soon leaving almost half dead,, the number still growing.

"But I am. 'This universe is broken, and I am the one who's slipped through the cracks.' "

"Interesting. She really shouldn't have run ahead like that. But it will work in our advantage."

"Hmm... Always wondered if zombies worked for fleshlings. Fleshlings, slaughter those undead." Aisse says, her three fleshlings charging into battle, the bladed one in front.

Avelion glares at the men, and he focus's on the wind. "Kunsian. Guard me, real quick.." he grumbles, starting up a tornado. "They FORGOT the other Neraphrim, I do believe..."

((Wait, what got slaughtered? The fleshlings? That would be ridiculous.))

"Fine..." Avelion grumbles, calming his winds. "Wait a second... Why isn't she just terleporting back here?" "Grr.. DAMN IT! STUPID UNDEAD! AURGH!" "That answers that question..."

((Well... One of them is almost a walking pile of blades, the others have acidic skin, spit acid, and have their own claws.))

((That's what it is. Damage of awesome, survivablity of nada. They slaughter things even as they die!))

((A few? The blade one is like ten and a half feet tall. It's the real damage dealer. It falls on them, crush. Oh, and Night for now.))
((Rather then make a new post, I'll just edit yours....truth is, even taking out 300 of them is a drop in the bucket....and you never asked what race they were...Primarily Orcs btw...))

((300? That's enough.))
Aisse smiles. She starts focusing her immense power on the recently killed zombies.

"Dammit... Well, I have backups." She says, throwing a few flesh colored orbs onto the ground, which form humanoid fleshlings.

Cynthia tugs on Travis's sleeve. "May I please have my dagger back?"

Cynthia shrugged. "I'm no stranger to death, OR pain."

Cynthia grinned. "I know!" she said cheerfully, "Which means they won't expect it!"