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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Mirecyla looked at the man for a moment, she had admired him for his capabilities but now with Berethor gone... he was nothing to her. Everyone she loved was dead and those that survived? She wished them the best of luck but she didn’t stick around to help them. Running towards the bird she would see two smaller figures near it, another of Tytus,’ giants and, wait, was that? Mirecyla grinned inside her giant, Cardiloc. She would have her revenge... roaring Mirecyla charged towards the two, letting out her fear powers to aid in keeping the giant still so her aura could kill him, unless the fear got to him first. She would also go to kill the giant while she was at it, lifting ya up into the air and slamming it down before tossing it at the birds feet
 
Bronze... odd. And painful. But it works. Wasting no time at all, Ha'zi let the Savage's rage take full control biting and tearing and ravaging within the throat, using his speed to go against the sticky saliva- he certainly wouldn't want that fate- and angled his messy internal carnage up the head, charging at full speed and disabling as much of the workings as he could.
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Just as one particular hobbit was growing comfortable with being so high above from the chaotic world below, his ease was shattered as the unexpected happened- the shitshow reached him, too.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ah, dammit. The Screaming screamed. No surprise there, but it certainly wasn't well received for his ears, which he held, biting back a cry of anguish. He noticed sourly below- as he was watching the path of the worm and the ongoing fights he had just recently believed to be completely safe from- that light after gushing light was forming, little bitty humans all finding themselves in new towering bodies. All those poor people… but none were quite as poor as he at the moment, for his pal Galador was starting to experience it, too.

Oh, that wasn't good. Not good at all.

So… uh, can't do much without harming something or someone. Stay here, get blown to bits, or jump off, and potentially do the same to others. He would've liked to dwell on other, safer options, but knowing that time was certainly something he did not have, he took the most promising choice.

He leaped off the balloon, closing his eyes and clamping down on his hand.
 
"Dina?! Dina.." he yelled back. They couldnt understand eachother due to that damn screetch. He attempted to say one last thing, hoping I'd be received. "DINA!! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING LIKE A CLOTH SO I CAN COVER UP MY MALE GENITELIA?" He wanted to try and make it to his parents without being butt naked. Though it was not the best time to ask for it.
 
Dimitri hardened himself and tried to dodge the ice. No giant could do that. Perhaps it was a powered man? It mattered not, just another person to die to Dimitri. He would seek out the man afterwards, but kept an eye on the sky and the ground in case Iver or the Worm appeared.
 
Card? A surprise to be sure but a welcome one. Iver sent his head speeding down to munch on the savage as suddenly he felt something down his throat.
"Always chew before you swallow" his mother used to say when he was little, and it seemes like he ignored her wise word.
"Well, Hazi need to fucking chill" Iver thought to himself as an idea popped up in his head, "card as well". He thought and released his deadly frost breath, hoping to freeze Hazi and card at the same time.
If the rushing giant would get too close to his pray he would block his path with his wing, they were his prey and if the giant thought he could have it he was wrong.
 
Cardiloc watched in terror as Ha’zi was swallowed. No... had he failed? Behind him, he heard his sister rise and move towards him. And something rushing him from his flank: a giant or something else. It was all too much to cope with; Cardiloc froze time.

He looked back at his sister, her face showed her hunger for something to eat, which seemed to be him. She’d have to eat someone else. Cards eyes settled on the executioner, and anger flashed over his eyes. Was she trying to kill him or Ela? No, he couldn’t let his sister die again, and he needed to save Ha’zi. She was wasting his time. Cardiloc looked up at the motionless flying giant, Iver would be dealt with later but first this annoying bitch.

She was being a pain in Cards backside for messing with him, and she had tried to kill Glorfindel back in her dungeon. His fists tightening, the dunlending walked over to the frozen executioner and would point the Silmaril at it trying to blast its head off. The Silmaril was his and it would obey him, his willpower resolute in his ability to save his best friend and sister.

If this was successful the Dunlending would march towards the executioners corpse.
 
"Whaaa?!" Dina screamed back at Arandil, stopping for a moment.

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Cardiloc froze time just as Mirecyla's fear hit him, yet the power of the Silmaril protected him. He felt her terror but he was stronger than that. He raised his Silmaril and it obeyed him, charging up and unleashing a beam of light at her.

Then much to Card's surprise, the flying beast's wing blocked his vision from the Executioner but it was blasted through, a massive hole burning it and completely eradicating the entire wing as lines of pure light spread across the wing melting it into oblivion. It had absorbed his shot though, saving that terror girl. And more pressing, it was able to move at full speed even with time frozen. What was this thing?

Ha'zi felt a chill breeze and suddenly his metallic form was hit by icy winds which froze him in place. The Dunlending did not have much time to react as the frost breath came at him like a blizzard, shooting out of the flying giant's mouth.

Iver felt himself having to strain at full power to keep up with Cardiloc. Was he another speedster like him? How had he pushed him to this limit? Iver was using his full power to move through time in order to counteract the effects of the Hybrid Shifter.

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Dimitri avoided a spike but another two impaled him, driving his giant skyward. Tamara was able to skillfully dodge them as she was more streamlined but then Dimitri caught sight of the foe. A woman standing atop the ice wall.

"If you escape, you'll hunt us down and kill us! So I'm sorry but you have to die!" She cried.

"Kill them now Thule! Especially the Serpent! She killed Even and took his power then murdered Lasser and Dwendil!"

"Alri-" Her words were cut off as a bolt penetrated her spine.

PFFTT.

"Thule?"

She fell, toppling backward off the wall. There were shouts then saw a grappling hook latch onto the wall and a number of men climbed up. Dimitri recognized them. The tenth ranger squadron!

"Dwarf Shifter! If you can hear me we need you to stop the Screamer! We can't approach him and he's giantized the southern township! If he reaches the capital and screams..." Kurio, the old ranger laid the threat down upon Dimitri. If Tytus were to come into range of Minas Tirith he'd be able to turn a fraction of Gondor's population into giants at his beck and call. Those people...the majority that would lose their lives would be peasants and commoners...the runts of society who had been run over. Innocents.

"Tamara!" Keratos yelled. "Behind you!"

Jaikor leaped off the ground with inhuman speed and aimed to smash the axe into the Serpent's midsection.

As all of this was happening, a bright light illuminated the night sky once more. Yet no loud noise, no explosion, no destructive winds followed.

In the distance to the north-east, the Behemoth had transformed.

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"Finally." Belzagar muttered as he saw their most powerful giant take to the field. "So what you're telling me is that the situation is absolutely fucked, is that right?" He asked Sigeric.

The Dalishman had fled right into the hands of the General and his army which had come down from the mountains. He had mustered the bulk of the fourth army along with nearly half the black ranger squadrons which had been undergoing high altitude training at their outpost along the White Mountains. And now they had come to take control of the situation with enough manpower and weaponry to put even the Dwarves to shame.
 
"This is getting us nowhere.." he thought. "Damn, bastard, who even screetched like that? That one was worse than any of Iver's.." He turned to Dina and yelled as loud as he could. "NEVER MIND, IT'S BEST WE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! COME ON, LET'S GO!".
 
Iver would swallow Hazi, he was about to eat Card and-
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!" Iver screeched in pain as the savage blew his entire wing up.
How the fuck? Silmaril? Iver was enraged once again. This coward, he was more worthy in the eye of those stupid stones as well? Was it not enough that could transform into any type of animal at any size and more times than Iver, travel through time better than him. Now this.... Worthless savage could use the Silmaril while Iver was burned by it.
Iver sent his beak faster towards the savage, ready to gulp him up and this time chew first. He would not tolerate the fact that a lesser being like Card would be better than him at any possible way.
 
Mirecyla unknowing if the time shift and birds super speed continued to charge forward and except her full capabilities towards Cardiloc
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Sigeric nodded “Yes that’s right, powered individuals are running rampant, the screaming has turned many of the survivors into giants, and the Karolti are scattered and weakened. Any fight would be somewhat guerrilla and dangerous as the ruins and destroyed land aids in the destruction.” Sigeric explained looking back at a Daugo, good he would be able to change the tide
 
"They shall not hurt my peopl-" Dimitri began. Then the sudden flash of light. He felt like he was the flash of light before. It was the Behemoth, perhaps? He didn't care that much. He wanted the head of that traitor Arcturus.
 
Thoruk would look at the man.

"Listen lad, you wouldn't understand but-" Thoruk was cut short as the man came flying towards him.

"Another Prototype?" he'd ask himself, preparing to kill him, his hand already sparkling red-ish of the little flame he was about to grow and shoot at him before another voice interrupted them and the man seemed to stop his attack, turning his head, so was Thoruk.

Thoruk would stare at Marco... that boy had fear in his eyes... someone was controlling him.

"Whoever you are, you can't demand something from me. My life means nothing to me as I have already lost my family to one of your people." he'd call out keeping a calm tone, remembering that boys name...

"But if you want to kill me so badly, stop fucking around with Marco. He's an innocent guy and I don't know what you did to him but offer me a trade and we'll see what I can do."

"But if you kill him... lad" Thoruk would say, cracking his knuckles. "Then we'll have a problem." he'd say with a smile, waiting for a trade-offer while putting one hand into his pocket, ready to grab the silmaril if needed.

This was no ordinary person. No. This was one of the guys he had been through so much together with and if, whoever was controlling him, would dare and hurt him... he would end like this landscape around them.... that was for sure.

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Tamara would move through the ice spikes like it was nothing.

It reminded her of the training she had gone through with Keratos and the others... the training she had failed at first, but she got used to her giant and now the results showed that it wasn't for nothing, she dodged every single one before they came to a halt and Tamara would stop in her tracks, hearing a familiar voice.

'BEHIND YOU' she'd hear, turning her head immediately.

It surprised her quite a bit as the barbarian with the axe she had just spared a minute ago wanted to kill her again.

Why was everyone so full of hatred... why wouldn't they stop to kill each other?

"Will this ever come to an end?" she'd ask herself turning her upper body half towards the left as fast as possible letting him hit the air.

She would then try and catch him mid air with her tail, slingshoting it backwards into the man, trying to grab him so he couldn't fullfill his attack as a sudden light appeared behind her, it was brighter than most of what she had seen before. Would this even be a transformation? She wasn't sure, but she had to calm down that madlad with the axe first.
 
Before he could even get started, Ha'zi was frozen. Crap. He should've considered the fact that he was stuck deep in the drake's throat, making himself completely vulnerable to chilling blasts. To counter, he opened up another channel to the Behemoth, generating heat around him to melt the encasing ice. Once it was soft enough, he would chew and slash his way out.
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Towering over all the others never really gets old, Daugo thought with satisfaction as his height rose tenfold once more. It finally gave him the advantage of not having to move around to see what was going on, ducking and weaving past others, or needing to stand on objects just to obtain a nice view. Before, he could barely look over a table- now he could see the entire Festival- or what remained of it- with little trouble at all.

He noted with much disdain that the Screaming and an army of Giants were moving out. Briefly, he thought of heading after them, but, alas, there came one problem with this size: speed. He'd be unable to catch them, likely, and even if he did, Tytus's minions would surely swarm him, and he didn't think too kindly about melting off the faces of hundreds of innocents.

Instead, he turned his attention to the battle his comrades were engaging in against a menacing creature. It reminded him of a cross of a bird and one of those pesky little drakes he encountered in Mordor, though this clearly wasn't some small nuisance. From what he could make out, many of his allies were down or fleeing from it, and he noted with slight fear that the foe was near as big as he.

Both options were perilous, it appeared, as they seemed to be equally tailored against his form. So, he decided, why not test out his rather new abilities? Focusing, Daugo worked on conjuring great blasts of flame, one being completely around the nasty creature, while he situated the other, regretfully, in the midst of the horde of Giants. He gained no pleasure from it, but something had to be done about that army.
 
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