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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

He couldn't make out who it was but they stumbled forward and reached a hand out towards Rambo before collapsing onto the black ranger.

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Rambo slowly pushed the man off, then bent over the body to try and make out who it was. He still held the knife in his hands, which were shaking.
 
The food went down rather well for Arandil. Iver, on the other hand, experienced the stomach grumblies that only mass slaughter a good trip to the toilet would satisfy.

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The man slid off and hit the dirt on his front. Rambo saw his entire back down to his torso had been burnt, even his buttocks were sizzling red. It was quite gruesome. The wounds steamed and burnt with flecks of cloth seared into the skin.

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The body seemed to be lifeless and Rambo's hands burnt as he turned the man over. His eyes were shut and a blueish liquid drooled out of his mouth.

The Warrior's jaw clenched down on the Armoured's hand yet to no avail. His teeth could not even dent the bastard's plate armor. However, Ha'zi managed to twist backward and this forced the Armoured onto its back. Its legs and arms were still tighly clamped around Ha'zi in refusal to submit.

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Rambo heard more screams, growls and roars and realized that in the confusion of battle he had completely ignored what was happening. To his right was the Screaming Giant inhaling and to his left were the Armoured and, was that the...Warrior?

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Now that he was no longer staring at plain ground for a bit, Ha'zi scanned the body of the Armoured for weak points in the protective skin while also hitting hard with his elbow to try and knock the arm gripping his neck off.
 
Ha'zi couldn't really stare at the Armoured's body considering it was still on his back like a leech. His elbow hits weakened one of the arms enough for Ha'zi to slip out of its grasp but its legs remained tightly around his torso, pinning them together.

The Screaming unleashed its shout on the ballista, wiping it, quite literally, off the map. Sigeric's crystal chord was yanked up and dwindled along the ground until separating from the ballista and leaving him an indecisive Dalishman stuck in the shard.

Rambo did not hear his horse but rather horses. A Gondorian war horn blew.

Tytus was breathing heavily as he turned to inspect the new noise. More fucking Gondorians. Perfect. He twisted his body in the direction of the closest horsemen which were going for Berethor and opened his mouth preparing another scream.

KKKLIPPP.

"Huh?" He felt something hit his legs.

WA-BOOOOM. BOOOM. BOOOM. BOOOOOM.

"Aaagh-" The Screaming Giant crashed forward on its hands, barely supporting its bodyweight as its legs exploded from multiple fire-spears which detonated across its calves, hamstrings and quadriceps. The Screamer reared its ugly head behind it to see more horsemen had snuck up behind him. They were swinging something which hit his left arm.

KA-KRACK. The elbow was yanked violently as the horsemen pulled back around in formation. The Screaming Giant was dragged face-first through the earth.

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Rambo decided staying there was suicide, but he needed to save this man, he had collapsed on him he didn’t know if he was alive or not. However he needed protection to even touch the man, so he searched for his gloves in his small pocket bag on his belt.
 
Traitorous asshat? That could be any of them. Thanks, Ha'zi. Sigeric quickly decided on the best target. He had already fired at Tytus, whose giant would now be rather damaged. He could barely detect The Serpent's mental signature, which had somehow ended up dozens of meters away from the others, not moving. That left Berethor, whose position was dangerously close to Ha'zi. There was a part of Sigeric that still desired revenge against the Armoured Shifter, and he would be lying to himself if he denied that this played a part in his choice of target. The ballista aimed towards the Armoured Giant, as the tip of the bolt morphed into a form that, according to his research in Gondor's tomes, was the most efficient design for piercing plated armour. Hopefully Sigeric could get lucky and hit a weak point. On the other hand, there was a small risk that he would hit Ha'zi instead. He decided it was worth it. The moment the bolt was released, Sigeric immediately severed his connection to the metaphysical plane, which he had not yet decided upon a name for. He had no more energy to spare. Before he could leave his crystal, however a deafening scream broke through the air, and the shard was dragged behind the ruins of the ballista, before the cord snapped under the pressure. The world spun around him, and he found himself unable to bring himself to move for several moments. He peered through the surface of the crystal, taking scope of the battlefield.
 
"Well, it seems that i need to slaughter you all go to the toilet" Iver said and stood up. "where is the toilet here?" He asked no one in particular.
 
Hering saw the adult boots rushing him, but he didn't see any of the signs of it being a ranger either, with Hering in a position to where if he stood up or went to draw his weapon he could get tackled found only one viable option. Twisting his body he'd swipe out with his left leg at the legs of his assailant, spinning around, standing up, and drawing his weapon if he managed to connect.
 
Someone glanced at Iver and rolled their eyes. No one seemed like they wanted to talk to him but just before his patience finally thinned, Thule called to him.

"The Outhouse. That way," She pointed in the direction of the south-west side of the village.

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Thoruk found himself turning over in his sleep. Instead of his usual blackouts or typical dreams of bears and flame and lightning and the sky and the deep mines of the earth, he found himself being sucked down into the earth. He was falling and the ground gave way until it was only darkness that sheathed him. A darkness like the one which swallowed Margoz. He felt cold, beyond cold. No. He could not feel. He was numb all over. Shadows pulled him in tightly and stretched him out. His hands disappeared, his body, everything. Everything became the darkness. His limbs were being pulled from their socket. Ripping. Tearing. The pain. It was unimaginable. So cold. Agony. Endless. Endless.

A light burst through from above to the cracking of a pickaxe and a calloused hand reached out to Thoruk.

"Take it," Irdis said.

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Telimekhtar hoisted Dimitri up, nearly breaking the Forochelrim's wounded arm.

"Rest Dimitrius. Enjoy the remainder of our days in the gardens of Lorien for these shall be the last you shall see of them." And with that premonition, the Son of Tulkas strode off as he did on most occasions, preferring solitude to sociability after such sessions.

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Hering had presumed correctly as when he went to kick, his leg was hit by a....frying pan?!? Upon seeing his assailant he did not recognize the man but saw Gondorian-esque features just as he swung the frying pan back at Hering's face.

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Sigeric's head rolled just as the shard came to a stop. He was angled to staring up at the blue afternoon Anorien sky. It was almost beautiful if you disregarded the mass slaughter occurring around him.

Ha'zi on the other hand, had a less beautiful sight as a giant ballista bolt soared straight at him, piercing the Warrior Giant's chest and going through it. The Armoured roared in fury as it too was pierced, turning them both into one large giant-kebab.

Meanwhile, the Screaming was assaulted by multiple and probably all available black ranger forces in the area. It's body was dragged along the ground whilst its legs were ripped apart in a grotesque fashion by the formations of the Gondorian horsemen.

"Keep going!" Vardamir cried as his division pulled the Screamer's body apart with their horses. It was difficult but they were enlisting everything they had into the situation. They couldn't allow him to scream. Vardamir had seen the results of that and the danger it posed to each and every one of his men. So they'd have to kill him here and now and transfer the power to someone else. That would be the best case scenario excluding the possibility of capture which was eliminated by the fact that he could escape too easily with that large mouth of his. "Keratos, Shin, Mateus, Furdin, now!" The hornblower sounded and the further division broke off and raced towards the Screaming Giant.

"Faaaa-" Tytus' words were drowned out by the continous river of dirt that was driven into his mouth. How were they so coordinated? Weren't they struggling to defeat them moments ago? He could barely make out the horsemen with his eyes clouded by so much gravel.

Rambo found bandages and a hankerchief in his pockets. Those would have to do for safety and he noticed that the man's body was not cooling down. If anything it appeared to be steaming more.

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He wrapped the bandages around his hands for a protection, then once they were securely fastened he lifted up the man and placed him onto his shoulders. Keeping his body away from his face.
 
Well, not only was this fight extremely awkward, it was extremely futile. So, with a sigh which translated into a few simultaneous Giantized grunts, Ha'zi worked on ejecting himself from the nape, trying to be as careful as possible in escape.
 
"Thank you" Iver said, if it was one more second he would just shit at one of their huts, fucking retarded degenerates....
Iver sprinted toward the toilets, waiting to leave Lasser's area of effect so he can bolt faster than a spinning arrow.
 
Even though Rambo kept the body away from his face, he felt the steam and his shoulder began to burn from the pressure and temperature.

Just as Ha'zi's nape opened, the Armoured gripped onto the ballista bolt and slowly ripped it out of his body, then kicked the Warrior down. It slammed into the ground just as Ha'zi was ejected, toppling out of it just as it fell. He rolled down the back in mid-air.

The Armoured grunted and glanced around at the situation. The Leviathan's skeletal body lay like a tome across the field. Meanwhile, the ballista that had shot him has broken apart into many pieces and lay a steaming mess. There was a blue crystal nearby that must have contained its shifter like what happened with the Destroyer in Mordor. The Serpent was burnt to nothing, its head lay meters away in a pile of blood and steaming gore. Further away, dozens of horsemen dragged the Screaming Giant through the dirt. Its lowerbody was nearly torn from its upper. Berethor could see Tytus attempting to scream through mouthfuls of dirt which continued to build up. All of the mindless giants were dead, some having their bodies blown apart and others lay unmoving on the ground, steaming piles of giant bones everywhere.

"What the fuck..." Berethor sighed defeatedly. Evenis was dead. They were gutting Tytus like a hog. It was up to him. Why had it all come to this? Why did they do this to them? Miriel had warned Tytus yet he wanted peace and thought they did as well. Tytus was wrong, sadly. And Evenis paid for that mistake with his life. "FUCK IT!" He cried which came out as a gargled roar in his giant form. He started bounding over to the men attacking the Screamer. This had to end. And it would end with them.

DUSH. DUSH. DUSH. DUSH. DUSH.

Sigeric heard the faint thumping through his shard. The Armoured was charging. Yet...at who?

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Upon nearly reaching the toilet, Iver's legs sped up maddeningly and he ran through the toilet door, smashing through it and out the back of the outhouse. His face and body were cut by chips of wood. He really needed to kill that Lasser. Or at least...try to control his speed a bit more. From his position, he could see the outline of the woods ahead.

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