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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

''Ill kill you, you bastards, all of you! Dont you dare touch her! Is it not enough that you killed the poor innocent boy that was here to help you?!''

''I gave my life for this kingdom more than once in countless battles, but I would have never fought for the sigil of Gondor if I knew what corrupt, vile and despicable bastards would live and rule my home! Ill gut you all like-'' Then he was stopped as the screamed echoed through the fields and he began to ..change and become alight. What was going on? What is happening to him? To all of them? ''Tytus, why?''.
 
Sigeric would I tumble out of the crystal and rise to his feet, brushing his knees off he looked up and surveyed the scene, he looked sadly over the corpse of the Mimic and Tytus but it was needed, he then looked over and saw Berethor also dead, good he- but suddenly he was thrown to the side and in its place was something much, much, much more dreadful. He felt a warm liquid travel down his pants and turned tail to flee, when suddenly he heard a terrible scream and hundreds of bright lights lit up the fields, it was time to go...

Mirecyla roared once more and grabbed the body of the dead ranger, ripping it apart and throwing him in two separate directions, she looked at Berethors body and looked around l. What to do? She couldn’t leave him here. She thought as suddenly she heard a scream and hundreds of lights filled the plains. Tytus she growled before rolling Berethor in his back and making sure the nape was covered, she would then take off full sprint in the direct of where the scream came from, letting her fear run rampant but making sure she didn’t get any Powered individuals
 
Tamara upon hearing the yell above her would dodge to the side in an instant, ready to swing her tail and smack this axt-wilding barbarian into oblivion before suddenly a loud scream hit her ears, a scream that filled her body with shivers as suddenly everyone started to glow...

"What is this?" she'd ask herself.

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Thoruk would turn his head slightly to see if there were rangers with fire spears after him or even worse: giants.

if he spotted any bigger threats like those he would immediatly turn around, facing them, getting out of his nape so the corpse would fall onto them and use it as a slide to get down.

Thoruk would then point onto the ground, trying if any of his powers were still in his body, trying to feel movement around him for no longer than a few seconds before twitching his head slightly, keeping his head low, even for a dwarf and get out of here through bushes and trees, avoiding pathways if possible.

"Irdis if you're there... answer me!" he'd think as he would sneak out of the battle field.
 
Oh, crap. His attacks weren't working, nor was his mimicry. What if he- 


SHTLICK


He could feel immense pain- phantom pain, really- right under his neck, then... his vision became a screen of black fuzz, and his hearing faded, but not before picking up one last, mind-melting thing:

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Now, he was trapped. He was blinded, really, and who knew how long he had until that demon shifted its attention back to Ha'zi. To worsen things, he recognized that scream: it was Tytus. And recognized its effects... to his horror, he felt the quakes of hundreds of transformations popping off individually. Dear Eru... 

He remembered back when he, Sig, and Daugo were taken to meet Belzagar for the first time. How they encountered one trapped Giantized man, a soldier, it seemed. There was no saving him… nor was there any chance for those rangers he shifted in Anorien. 

He couldn't help himself from tearing up as each explosion sounded, thinking of all the innocents that had survived the Festival so far only to be sentenced to death by Tytus. How many had he known? How many had he worked with? How many had he encountered on a daily basis?

Fuck… this situation was always going down the drain, one event after another. Yet, this time, he was powerless. He hated this feeling of uselessness, of being unable to fight back, to help. There was no way around it, though- as long as Lasser was pulsing his ability, he couldn't do anything. He was back to being regular old pre-Mordor Ha'zi, 'cept this time he didn't even have the energy or strength to combat this winged threat.

What was he going to do? He pondered.

There was trying to pilot the body blind… which was redundant if he couldn't see nor detect what he was supposed to hit. Plus, he would be pretty exposed, and would have little idea if it started towards him. Not the best plan of retaliation…

Mimicry was out the window… thanks to fucking Lasser, again. Of course there had to be a power negater.

Seems like the only real option left was escaping from his nape, seeing as he couldn't pilot his body or use any abilities.

Now, this wasn't all too risky, to be honest… wait, shit, yes it was. While Miriel did have the thing distracted, he knew it was only temporary, and he would have no idea if it started over to him. For all he knew, he could open the nape to have himself be right out in the open for the kill. He sighed: Of all of the times possible for it to appear, it had to come right as he was at his weakest… no coincidence there, likely. Even though Morgoth himself didn't make an appearance, his power was still far reaching enough to bring trouble out here. Was he finally trying to strike out at his new batch of Karoltai…? 

Anyway… direct exit of the nape was risky. Not only from the obvious, but there was also the risk of friendly fire, and the potential threat from the drone Giants Tytus had commandeered. Sure, he didn't really know what side the Screaming aligned to, but he didn't figure it was anything with good intentions if he sacrificed so many innocents at once. 

Burrowing into his Giant form might work… though he'd never done it before, and he didn't have much energy left. Not worth the time to start testing it, really. It could be torn apart easily, too, in hunt for him. He was also reminded of Celeborn's state once he left the Giant… not pleasant, and still not enough energy.

Let's see… Oh, he could try to draw the beast away, distract it from Miriel for a second. Maybe she could get a chance to take it down with this window… Or maybe he'd get snapped in half in its jaws without a second to dodge. He did consider sacrificing himself… yet, he didn't know if it was only here for him. Would it pursue Ha'zi, or would it shrug and finish off Miriel? He had chills at that thought… being a coward and letting it kill his sole protector.


But then again… what else could he do?


Another idea came to his head, then: eject. He could shoot out from the nape, just like he did back on the island when facing Osman, he grimly recollected. He had experience training this escape ability for a while when with the Black Rangers- it wasn't the best practice, seeing as he couldn't really recreate the exact scenario that brought it out, but it worked well enough. Following through with this, he could land somewhere far away, get help, maybe even get the creature to chase after him. Excited at this plan, he started to settle into the familiar feelings he had in practicing: Confusion. Vengeance. Worry not only for himself, but for the safety of others. He closed his eyes, getting ready…


Except, this was useless.


If he shot into the air, he'd be going into the best place possible for the predator to get him. Going into its domain. And even if he landed safely… who knew how long he'd survive with powereds, dangerous Protos, and the Giantized everywhere. And he'd be powerless to stop.


Well, there goes that plan.


So, after much thinking, he came to one conclusion: escape out of the nape was the only option. He'd devised a small plan to focus on opening a window in the back of the nape, facing the ground… he could try a stealthy retreat from there, then creep away. It was dangerous, but so was everything else. There was not much left to do: out was what had to be done. Perhaps he could make it to the others: Dim, Tamara, Daugo… Or maybe Sig could help him, though he wouldn't put any trust in the man after that whole charade earlier. 

Concentrating, he worked to split wide the flesh of the body, creating a breakthrough that he would immediately go to slip through and out once accomplished.
 
This was it, Iver defeated the praised warrior giant, champion of the vala and gondor, the horny bastard himself and he did it while defeating the armoured, the guardian and the savage giants all at once. This will be fast, and now he shall teach this little cunt a lesson.
Argggg boom
Suddenly the savage giant smacked into him, pushing him despite her size.
Iver jumped and used his wings to stabilize himself before saying "Miriel you need to chill" while taking a deep breath and releasing a wave of freezing wind from his mouth using his frost breath. Sadly Beren and Laurel are going to become full time orphans because that bitch is going to die.
 
Cardiloc looked over at the situation unfolding in shock, the warriors head went flying clean off, and there Miriel was fighting against this beast for Ha’zi? Had they reconciled...?

Even after his sisters death!?

Cardiloc felt rage bubble inside him but it subsidised as he realised Ha’zi needed his help.

But then that terrible scream pierced his ears; Tytus, what had he done. The mimic, he was dead. What have they all done.

Then out of the corner of his eye, something rose from the rubble. It couldn’t be; Ela? No, no, no. She was one do those things now; one of Tytus’ giants. He slowly moved in towards her, Tytus had saved her. He had saved her, Ha’zi was forgotten, and now Card needed to find a way to bring her back. No, they would have to come later. His friends were in danger, he charged at Ela and shoved her into a building hoping for the best.

If successful he’d turn around at charge directly at the flying giant hoping to use Ha’zis body as elevation before his gorilla lion crashed into its body.
 
Another day, another hundred giants. Dimitri waited to see what they would do, and if he could, directed their attention (and possible rage) towards iver.
 
"DIE YOU BI-" Tamara's tail smashed the axe-man into the building.

Ahead of her was a big drake attacking the Savage, the Warrior was missing its head and she saw something, some hairy giant charging at full speed towards the drake. Beyond them was an army of giants of varying sizes from tiny to large ones.

"Fucking dragon from Mordor!" Miriel yelled as her crystalized fist smashed its scales, doing nothing. "Sauron never said anything about-" And then she was hit by a frosty wind that froze her in place. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Her eyes glimpsed something out of her peripheral vision. The Warrior's neck burst open and a small dark man came running out. "Ha'zi?!" She couldn't move. She couldn't protect him.

As Ha'zi came running out he saw something miraculous pass over his head. A large ape-like beast. Just as it did, it stepped right by him, nearly squashing Ha'zi and shot up into the air causing the earth to crack and split next to Ha'zi.

Iver had successfully neutralized the Savage. It stood there like a fragile ice statue ready for him to break. Then he heard steam hiss and a loud thundering as something smashed into his wing. Iver saw it was another giant but not just any giant. It was Cardiloc! And he sensed something else...he was carrying...oh yes...a Silmaril!

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The Elemental crashed into the earth and Thoruk fell out of its nape, running quite similarly to Ha'zi as he heard the telltale sounds of someone whooshing through the air.

"Die you crazy fuck!" Raimen yelled at him and threw a fire-arrow at Thoruk. There were no trees or bushes around, just open plains and the lava pit containing the Leviathan to his right. He had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Irdis was not responding. Was this how he'd die?

"Ma....ma..." Thoruk heard someone crying. How was that possible? He had incinerating every living soul within a mile of him and then he saw it. To his right, beside the Leviathan's neck a man tumbled out.

"Mama..." Marco cried, trying to crawl through the dirt with his bare hands. His face was full of snot and red with blood and sweat.

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Dimitri watched cautiously from the rooftop, keeping himself low in order to avoid being spotted. Hundreds of giants populated Armen, specifically the pavilion where Dimitri watched as the Executioner, somewhat larger than the other giants now and meaner went on a rampage moving towards the source of the scream which just happened to be beneath Dimitri.

"Forgive me," Tytus exhaled as he heard the screams of Equas' inheritor as he was gobbled up by Arcturus' giant.

"Sarge! Sarge, it's me! Sarge! PLEA-" CRUNCH. Arcturus' giant fell shortly after consuming Lannor and began to steam away.

"Ugh," Dina wiped his forehead and looked up. "Arandil is that you...?" She asked as an overweight eight-meter giant towered above her. It's mouth-watering hungrily.

Tytus looked away from her and towards the rest of the fighting. There was some large winged beast attacking a couple of giants and the Executioner so it seemed was marauding. He would have to end both of them. All of them. "Mirecy," He smiled fondly remembering the times they shared together, "You always were one of the worst of us. It's time you finally rest." He inhaled air and yelled aloud, "KILL THAT GIANT!"

Everywhere, all the pure giants received the order, and turned to face Mirecyla. Her fear was casting a net around her but it didn't seem to affect any of them. One by one, the pavilion became a stampede as pure giants started charging her. They weren't stopping?! There were too many of them?! Oh Morgoth?! What about Berethor?! If they all came this way-

Dimitri saw the source of this plague was no other than the screaming shifter. He was no longer preaching peace or so it seemed. Was this the result of his own attacks on him or something else? No matter. He was a threat? Or was he? He had giantized all of Dimitri's allies but commanded them to attack an enemy? Could he trust him or bargain with the man? What would Dimitri's reasoning come to?

Tytus was clearly dangerous and with so many giants under his control...he could bring chaos and mayhem on the scale of Thoruk and Sigeric...yet if Dimitri killed him...would that also end his giants or send them into a rampage? Dimitri was given an ultimatum...

Arandil had no sense of will. He was merely a vessel to serve. A slave to the power of the Screaming Giant. He was, however, hungry. As all pure giants. He sought to consume until he himself would be an inheritor through the consumption of a giant shifter. As such Arandil was split between his desire to munch on the nearest human, that being Dina, and to follow through with Tytus' command. Which would he do?

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As Dimitri was coming to a resolution on what to do he heard a loud throttling from behind and saw it. A gargantuan beast, almost as large as that dragon Dimitri had seen in the ether, something out of the tales of his parents of the first age and its uvanimor, swallow the buildings to his rear. It was a worm of massive proportions and it was heading straight for them!

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Nessa spirited her way towards Morgoth, the chain loosely wrapped around his right arm was flailing off him as the tree continued to grow up and up sending him into the atmosphere along with her. She was nearly upon him when she caught sight of something in the distance, a large shape moving towards them.

Izrandor the Indomitable.
 
Arandil's hunger overcame all other feelings and desires,and as the rest of the cattle went after Mirecyla, his titan saw a closer prey.. Dina... And so he slowly walked up to her, and picked her up raiaing her up, preparing to devour the woman he had devoted himself to. And Tytus would just sit there and watch as he ruined and tore apart their lives. Was he truly a friend in the end? What was the point of saving him if he would destroy him like this?
 
Iver jumped between utter joy and utter rage, unstable emotionally and mentally.
He was about to fucking smash that whore of Gondor, the one who Hazi fell for and betrayed him. It would be a suiting ending for them both, dying like the couple of idiots they were.
"Sauron never said anything about-" she said before he froze her. "Well that explains a lot" Iver thought to himself, Sauron the cunt wanted him to fail, he didn't like that Iver and Orome pushed him aside in the hierarchy of their master. "He will get a-" Iver thought as suddenly.
Thud, thud, thud
Iver heard something small sprinting towards him as a big, hairy, smelly beast, oh it was Card, not that much of a difference other than the size. The beast smashed into his wing and knocked him back, into Miriel's giant, smashing it in the process. "While you little..." Iver thought to himself as Card joined the game of "don't let Iver do his job" right before he sensed something... THE SILMARIL he screeched. "Good Card" Iver thought before he sent a message to Orome "What are the priorities of gathering Silmrils?", proceeding to jump back and use his frost breath at black ape.
 
Mirecyla charged towards Tytus just as she heard the order ”KILL THAT GIANT!” Shit. She looked around and suddenly saw a hoard of the pure giants rushing towards her, she looked behind her and saw Berethor still seemingly lifeless and extremely vulnerable, she couldn’t let them get to him! Growling she rushed to meet them, yet as she charged she noticed that her fear wasn’t working on them, of course it wouldn’t, that means it was time for plan two.

Mirecyla would have her increased fear aura shift into something physical, while she still had the same intensity of fear surrounding her she also had several blade like appendages of magic reach out from her back and hover around her head, six in total. With her magic blades ready and spikes ready to be bloodied she charged into battle, her blades met the enemy before her, cutting deep into the necks and cutting at the napes, those that got past her blade she would cut apart with her spike that protruded from her her knuckles
 
Taking rapid intakes of breath, Ha'zi ran the fuck out of his Giant as its skin popped like a balloon. He didn't even take the time to worry about jumping from such a height down to the ground, not caring about the pain and just dashing for his life. He did, however, look back once to Miriel when he heard a sickening crackle as frost spewed from the monster, imprisoning her in place. She was so vulnerable, only one swing likely needed to shatter her...

"I..." Hot tears began to form on his worn, bloody face. "I'm sorry, Miriel. I'm so sorry." Ha'zi gulped, looked right up to the eyes of the Savage, then began fleeing again, wiping his eyes. "It was futile, anyway," he thought, trying to ease himself. "Miriel was doomed the minute she tried to protect you. The only thing you can do now is try to get back-"

Ha'zi stopped, again, as a heavy, steaming beast rushed right past him. It was like some Harad jungle-creature... though a very weird one at that. Large, burly arms and upper body in the front, cat-like in the lower half. If it weren't for these details, he would've dismissed it as a Proto or another abomination of Morgoth, but because of them, it all clicked in place: Card!

He really was here! And it looked like he was coming to help. Maybe he could give Ha'zi a- "Shit!" he cursed quietly, as his missing friend nearly killed him. "What a great reunion that was..." Grumbling, he hurried to navigate the new obstacle course made all around him. Thanks for the assistance, Card.
 
Cardiloc would savagely maul at the flying beasts wings with everything he had; tooth and paw trying to rip away the wings from it's body. A burning fury was set in his mind; after all Ha’zi and even Miriel were counting on him. He couldn’t let either die to this beasts hands.

As the flying giant crashed into the Savage giant Card would try to leap onto it's back pouncing forth. Holding on for dear life as it flew back if this was successful.
 
'If you value your lives, Giants, GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THE FUCKING WYRM!" Dimitir roared as loud as he could, hoping everyone would see it and move out of the way quick enough. He desperately sought out Tamara, to get her away from the bigass worm-thing barreling down at them. It was obviously a servant of Morgoth, as was Iver.

Dimitri's fragmented mind joined together to put together the pieces. The Protos weren't the main threat here, merely a distraction. That worm and Iver, along with whatever else was attacking, were the main foe. And the giants that sprang up from nothing, an enemy of both most likely. Given the very limited amount of time, he would seek out high value targets and move them away.
 
"You've found one?" Iver heard Orome ask. "They're more important than the blood but without the blood they're useless. If you can try to get both. How far are you? I'm going to need this shit soon, Iver." As he said that Iver crashed through the Savage, shattering it to pieces. He felt that barbarian, Card, hop onto his back and pound it but his shell was thick enough to withstand the beating without breaking.

The Hybrid was merely an annoyance to the advanced flying giant. As Cardiloc pounced around and bashed its back, he couldn't even make a dent to the scales. What the hell was this thing? Yet his hind claws clipped a scale and managed to pull it loose, exposing soft red flesh beneath the armored shell. As it did this, Cardiloc experienced a memory.

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He was in eagle-form battling the flying giant, Eldan on the island. He remembered how it had gotten the upperhand and would've beaten him but Eonwe stepped in to finish it alongside Sigeric.

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Why had he experienced such a memory? Was this a message from Ilian or...?

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As Ha'zi was running he heard ice shatter and saw bits and pieces of the broken Savage fracture across the ground, one nearly hitting him. Then he heard a shout.

'If you value your lives, Giants, GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THE FUCKING WYRM!" Dimitri's Dwarf yelled across the battlefield. Ha'zi saw through the crowds of giants rushing the Executioner, a massive serpentine creature bursting through buildings to the north-east.

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"Uh...seriously..." Lasser muttered looking down at the Serpent. "She killed Even...killed Dwendil...Jaikor...uh and now me. God damn it. Am I seriously..." He slumped back onto the rooftop and stared up at the sky as his vision went dark, "Going to die..." His breathing slowed as he touched his wound, the blood spilling out. "To a fucking..."

Lasser's last breath passed.

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Mirecyla heard someone shout but she was too busy ripping through the pure giants. Her tails spun about cutting them to shreds and slaying many yet there were too many of them coming at her at once. One bit off a tail, another grabbed ahold of her leg and took a chunk out of her. At this rate...there were...too many...

Berethor...

"GIANTS! TO ME! PROTECT ME!" Tytus screamed as he saw the giant worm of death and doom coming straight for them. His giants began falling back towards him, yet a few disobeyed, some continuing to attack Mirecyla whilst others wandered about. One of those that was disobeying happened to be Arandil.

"TYTUS PLEASE!" Dina screamed as her lover sought to eat her out. "ARANDIL! IT'S ME! ARANDIL!!"

"Pshh," Tytus muttered, "ARANDIL PUT HER DOWN AND EAT HIM!" Tytus commanded the fat giant pointing at Arcturus, the man emerging from the dissipating giant he had been turned into. He was butt naked and a tattoo marked his left arm. "Wha-" He wandered out into the pavilion looked around in confusion.

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Dimitri skirted across the buildings and down towards the western quadrant, outrunning the incoming worm and making his way to the rooftop where Tamara and Helvion had been. He saw the broken cannon tossed down onto the pavilion nearby the corpse of the Armoured Giant. So she managed to kill that bastard?

But where was-ah there. He passed over the corpses of the rangers. They were good men. Casualties of war. They had lost their lives defending their home because of morons like Sigeric and Thoruk who had caused more death than prevented it. Dimitri reached the corner of the building and found the Serpent Giant, coiled up watching Iver and the Hybrid Giant duel one another. A number of giants had fallen to their once comrade, Iver. The Guardian's corpse was there along with the Warrior and Savage. Now only Cardiloc stood to challenge him. Yet at this rate...even he was no match for whatever Iver had become. A monster. Twisted and corrupted by Morgoth. A strange feeling swelled within Dimitri and he felt the absolute urge to kill Iver. To end his life. It was no longer optional. Iver could not be allowed to survive this. And there Dimitri was, with Tamara, perfectly situated to charge and flank the Flying Giant.

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Unexpectedly, Ha'zi felt his empathic link return to him. And so too did all the Karoltai, their powers were coming back. Yet would this be enough in the face of their foes? The Flying Giant, Tytus and his Giants, and of course, the Longworm.
 
And as the mindless monster turned around, he was on the verge of defying Tytus' orders yet again. Though he obeyed this time, for as he saw his other prey was larger, his hunger consumed him and he rushed over to finally.. have lunch. Without hesitation he grabbed the confused man and began to munch devour him. Lunch was served.
 
Yes, the silmril was more important than the blood. If Iver will bring it to his master it will will prove Orome was right about him, it will prove master was right to give him a second chance, he had to get it.
But card had different plans, the ape jumped on his back and started hitting him, out of Iver's reach.
Iver was raging again, this time it was it, fuck card, fuck everyone around them, fuck everyone in tirith.
Screeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Iver screeched, releasing all of his air, trying to hurt them with his voice as he started flopping his wings. It was time to test how well could the hybrid giant deal with air battles.
 
Mirecyla raged and fought, somewhat returning to the same trancelike state to simply kill that she had been in earlier, however she soon snapped out of it as she recognized that she was falling behind, one of her tails had been bitten off and a chunk of her leg had been ripped out. This was starting to get nasty, then she heard Tytus scream again ”GIANTS! TO ME! PROTECT ME” as most of them began running away Mirecyla would quickly deal with the few that stayed behind. Once they were disposed of she would turn to look at what Tytus- oh hell. Sprinting back to Berethor she’d use her claws to cut out a large chunk of meat from the nape before running over to that bird dragon thing. Stopping in front of it Mirecyla would take her head out of the nape before screaming “Hey! Take me to Morgoth!” Sending her fear to hit whatever was on its back and stun it
 
Good men in life, but acceptable loses. Now they receive their final gift, the long peace beyond the Sea. How he desired to go beyond Arda, to that blissful, eternal rest. But how he desired to kill Iver, the thrice-damned traitor of mankind. That servant of Morgoth would pay for betraying everyone, and worst of all, for betraying his kin. The beast seemed to grow desperate and frantic with his attacks, screaming with all his might and flailing at the Hybird with its huge wings. It was wasting energy on the others. "Tamara, stand by to support me. But be prepared to leave if the worm gets too close." Dimitri said.
Dimitri did not wait a second to fight, and hardened himself for battle. He tried to leap up and climb on the Flying Giant, then sought to rip the giant's armor and flesh open at the base of the neck with his jaw, and manifested some blasting powder to shove in the open wound.
 
Tamara would turn her head as she heard Dimitri's words and gave him a confused nod before snailing a bit forward, looking at him charging this... this flying... well, whatever it is. She had never seen something like this... and she stood her ground, staring down at it, fighting the other giants.

"My acid would hurt them and I can't fully fly yet..." she'd think as she watched.

If she had to help, her chances were high at losing, but she would try anyway, that much was clear.

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As Thoruk got out of his neck and slid down he realised how far his destruction went... there were no trees or bushes to protect him and he heard a voice appear behind him.

"Huh? Fack off, ye gondorians never leave us 'lone" he'd say before hearing another voice... something familiar.

'Mama' someone called out behind him and so he finally turned around, firstly looking at the guard who seemed to aim some sort of oversized fire-arrow. But, the thing that cought his eyes was a man, wrapped in dirt and blood, crawling out of the leviathan crying for his.. Mother?

"Marco? That cannot be... Mar-" his words were cut short as a fire arrow flew his way and it was in that moment, he felt his powers return.

Thoruks face would darken and he would stand still blocking the fire arrow off mid air, using his winds to create a invisible barrier.

After it would explode he would look up at the gondorian with his eyes starring right through his soul, raising his hand and tightening a invisible grip with wind around the gondorians throat, tightening it till it would splash open. Leaving nothing else than blood and other liquids on the ground.

He would then proceed and run towards what he assumed from the voice would be, Marco, but how in Durins name could that be him? Why would he have attacked them?
 
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