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Alma's laugh gets interrupted by the projectile, which gets stuck in her back.

As she pulls it off, she manages to dodge Entropy's charge.

Marcy falls on the blood puddle under her.

"No...this can't be true..."

The boy says in tears.

"This is a nightmare...this can't be real..."

The projectile left a rather large, bloody wound in Alma's back, one that drew blood. WX-78 shoved Alma away again. Wilson ran over to Marcy.

 

"(No....NO.....come on, Higgsbury, think....think!.......what if.....maybe.....)"

 

Wilson took out an amulet with a red gem embedded in it, and put it in her hand, closing her fingers around it, before turning to Alma.

 

"You're dead meat."

<Well...this is my end, it seems. At least I've brought that girl down in hell with me.>
 

Suddenly, the amulet in Marcy's hand started levitating, just to broke a few seconds after.

And so she moved her cold hands.

 

<No...>

Alma glares at the girl with her left eye opened in terror.

"NO!"

She coughs a hand-full of blood.

"I...I don't want to die without having done anything..."

"You bastard."

 

A shadow tendril as thick as a bus punches into Wilson, its sharp point going straight through his middle.  It raises him until his feet no longer touch the floor, then throws him into the air, wraps around his ankles, and smashes him once, twice, three times on the stone floor.

 

"You're going to pay.  You're going to BEG for me to kill you.  Rustlung wants you, eh?  He can have your ruined corpse."

WX's blows bounce off Vilsig's thick skin, and a second tentacle smashes him out of the way.

 

"Quick?  Ahaha...QuiCk is the opPositE of wHat I'm going tO do To him."

 

Hundreds of tiny tentacles grow out of the one holding Wilson, their tips wavering in the air like snakes.  They burrow under Wilson's skin, worming their way through his flesh like maggots through a corpse.

 

While that happens, Vilsig begins dragging himself towards Alma.

Rustlung chuckled, watching Wilson's agony with curiosity. He screamed at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, his infected hand started to glow intensely.

 

( @Hugos10 @Blewcheese @Gaberrrrr Someone wanna do something?)

"Oh, so you do have a heart." Shadow hands coiled around Alma's dead body and flung her across the cave, further from Vilsig. A few of her entrails littered the ground. "Fetch." He commanded mockingly, as his now much more powerful arm blades sliced at the tentacles binding Wilson.

 

(Edit: Sorry. I was salty from being dodged.)

Edited by Blewcheese

Even Entropy's blades seem to have no effect.  Vilsig punches one of his tentacles through the ceiling above him, pummeling him with rocks and daylight.  He then continues towards Alma.

 

"I aM a mOnster...eh?  AnD yet yOu dishoNor the dEad..."

Entropy was fazed momentarily by the light and boulders, but a wave of darkness shot up from the shadow being, holding the rubble above him to create shade. "There is a term that heroic humans often use. Vengeance. You're getting your dues, Vilsig." When Entropy was safely out of light's way, the boulders began flying at the tentacles as he decided to try a blunt weapon rather than a futile sharp one.

"Why show honor.....to someone who was dishonorable......"

 

Suddenly, tendrils of shadow energy came forth from Wilson's infected hand, and both wrapped around him, and phazed into the tentacle Vilsig had summoned, purifying the smaller tendrils from his body. Deep cracks started to form in the massive tentacle. WX-78 ran over to Alma's corpse, picked it up, and threw it off the nearest cliff before facing Vilsig, electricity still sparking in it's visual receptors.

(Welp, you're screwed.)

 

Vilsig clenches his tentacle once, crushing Wilson's rib cage and cutting off his magic.  He then turns to WX, his eye filled with rage and hate.  Opening a maw the size of a house, he roars, splattering the robot in a dark fluid that holds him down and corrode his exoskeleton.  Quickly dropping a tentacle into the abyss, he grabs Alma and brings her back up.

Entropy sighed in frustration as Vilsig seemed to be able to ignore the projectiles completely. His gaze shifted to Wilson, and darkness seeped from him to the scientist's infected hand. His cut off magic was replaced with Entropy's much more powerful shadows, continuing Wilson's tendril's work.

( @Lord_Battal

 

Dude, no. You're not going to just murderify everyone, Battal. And frankly, you're the reason this encounter got so violent. Tone it down. STOP. It's not funny nor entertaining watching Vilsig be this OP this early into the rp. Or at any point, to be perfectly honest.)

Edited by Silentdarkness1

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