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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

The Warrior is going to dive towards the creature's head and puts both of his hands on the restrained tongue, trying to snap it.
 
Dimitri knew that waiting was a good idea. He was now a fresh soldier, ready for battle. He cuts himself with a particularly sharp seashell on the hand and focuses on the ultimate goal at hand: helping people get off this island. "C'mon, you bastard, you better look badass." Dimitri grunts.

(Ha'zi's bubbled response).

"Well, there was all the times I got in brawls with local boys, most of the time I won just because I was bigger and scarier than them. But a real fight was when I going south for the first time. I was 17, 18, don't remember, but I do remember that I joined a merchant caravan going to Edoras. We were attacked by some wildmen south of Tharbad, managed to fight them off with only a few deaths. Cracked one of their skulls with a hammer."
 
Ha'zi, having let go of the Crocolion's body, had reached its togue. On trying to snap it he failed. The tongue twisted and churned, cutting his hands and not ripping. The thing was a damn muscle. Ha'zi then was hit with its tail, which smashed down on his head. The Warrior Giant's skull cracked under the smash-attack, denting. Ha'zi felt concussed from the blow and his giant stumbled slightly.

Dimitri saw the Warrior Giant take a bad hit just as his body began to transform. His wound healed instantly and within a second he was inside the body of the Dwarf Giant. He felt uncertain at first, hesitant, what was this strange uplifted feeling? He could see through its eyes and move using his own body movements as well as his mind. He felt a hot wetness as he was within its nape, steamy and organic yet eventually he got the hang of it. The Dwarf Giant's claws were his arms, its legs were his, its incredible jaw was his jaw. He controlled it.

To the others, the Dwarf Giant had some changes but was mostly the same. It retained a beard and a mop of flowing hair but the texture was dark black. It had the same humanoid figure and could stand upright but was more suited to being a quadruped. It's jaw was unlike anything the other Giants had. It was incredible, with a set of outer gum-teeth and inner-sharpened teeth that could cut through anything. It had a snapping force in comparison to those of large dragons.

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Sigeric reflected on the Guardian's abilities. It had seemed to be able to conjure any weapon at will. He concentrated, and began to summon a large, two-handed Lucerne hammer.
 
The wolf turned to the Dwarf Giant, and motioned with his paw at the new threat. The slivering crocolion that had just emerged from the sea.
 
((Current)) Momentarily dazed, the Warrior throws a punch at the Croc's face to distract it.

((Bubbled)) Ha'zi seemed to be enjoying the tale, but near the end, he looked a bit upset. He was silent for a few seconds, then spoke up, "Death... does it worry you?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]
 
The Guardian Giant began to morph a lucerne hammer into its hands. Sigeric felt his energy draining as it built out of his body and into his palms. It slowly finished just as the Warrior recovered and punched the Crocolion.

The Warrior's fist's aim was true but the first Crocolion saw the hit coming and moved its head in response. Ha'zi's punch went straight into the thing's mouth and he watched as the Crocolion bite down, chomping on his arm. He lost feeling of his right arm and was dragged by the Crocolion backward, towards the sea as it ripped his arm off. The Warrior Giant was now missing an arm and had a skull fracture meanwhilst the Destroyer was still struggling with the Crocolion's serrated-tongue.

Iver's bolt hit the tongue and was like a toothpick compared to the beast. It did no damage.

The second Crocolion landed on the beach and began to move in on the Warrior Giant, who was, in all senses, screwed.

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Daugo gives the man a slightly suspicious look. "All right. We don't need to go that far into the jungle, it makes enough noise on its own to give us some privacy." While he says this, he feels inconspicuously around his trousers to check whether his shark-tooth knife is there.
 
Daugo found the knife in its usual place, it slightly cut his pinky finger-tip as he locates it. A little blood spilled out as they ventured into the jungle away from the group and eventually came to a stop after a minute or two of walking. They were within range of the beach and Daugo could make out the Giant figures in the distance grappling with the Crocolions. He was helpless, hopeless and useless altogether. He couldn't physically help them as he wasn't a Giant inheritor, he couldn't give them hope or support as that would put him at risk and be more than enough work for the others to keep him out of the fray, and he was unable to do anything of true use as he was a weakling hobbit. All he had were his wits and that shark-tooth knife.

The man settled down at the foot of a tree, sitting on a trunk and indicated for Daugo to sit as well. Then he began,
"We can dispense with the pleasantries and facades, now." His accent changed and he was much more eloquent in speech. He sounded like nothing Daugo had heard before.

"And before you attempt to run away or call for help," He reached into his pocket and revealed a slightly rusted knife then used it to slice across his hand, Daugo saw the wound slowly begin to heal, the regeneration causing steam to shift out of the cut. The man's friendly demeanor disappeared and he raised his hand so that Daugo could clearly see it. The regeneration stopped and blood dripped down the man's palm. He was one of them.

"Now, tell me, I want to know; I truly do, how do you live with yourself?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
Sigeric waited for one of the beasts to come within range, before delivering a two-handed swing to its jaw with the Lucerne hammer. If successful, he would follow up by stabbing the long spike on top of the hammer towards its eye socket.
 
The Guardian saw the second moving towards him and with its attacks, the second Crocolion was damaged. The Lucerne hammer did heavy damage to its upper snout, denting the armor and the spike completely blanked out its eyesocket. In retaliation, the Crocolion fired its tongue at the Guardian's neck, wrapping around it and slowly cutting through it whilst the Lucerne hammer was still embedded in its eye. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
 
Sigeric took his left hand off of the handle of the hammer, and began to conjure a dagger, with which he would begin cutting at the beast's tongue while pushing the spike of the hammer deeper into its skull.
 
He thrashed and twisted, trying hard to fight back, but Ha'zi knew that it was time to get out. Far too much damage. So, the boy makes his way out of the giant's neck.
 
"Wh-" he begins in a faint voice, before clearing his throat. "I dunno what you're talking about," he says coldly and more strongly.
 
"I think you should transfer and help them Iver. Either this or just go away because without the giant powers you are useless" Vlad told Iver. "I don’t see you turning into a giant bat, you useless fck. I think i need to find out the reason for transformation......" He said before looking at his hands. What were his intentions? What did he plan on doing next? What pushed him into action earlier?
"I know what I need to do" He said as he dropped most of his equipment on the side floor and used a sharp rock to cut his arm. "Revenge" He said as he turned into the giant bat, ready to kill just one more creature that kept him from getting his revenge.

From the back of the cave the giant bat arrived. After scanning the situation for a few second, he decided to help Sig. He flew over to the second croc (the one that tries to cut sig's neck) and landed on his smashed face. Than with his claws of half a meter (i did the math) he tried to slice the tongue while screeching into the creature’s ears. (if possible, he will try to use his legs to take the eyes out)
 
As the Crocolion's tongue tightened, Sigeric felt the head of the Guardian go slack. The tongue ripped it off with a quick tug. The Guardian's body fell to the ground, dead, a half-formed dagger in its hand whilst the Lucerne hammer was still in the Crocolion's skull. Sigeric had lost his first form. Yet, the arrival of the Flying Giant halted the advance of the second Crocolion. It's tongue was ripped in a second by Iver's sharp claws, resulting in it backing off. It's last eye turned to see Iver and it's mouth opened as it readied to jump and swat him out of the sky.

The Warrior's neck opened up, allowing Ha'zi out. His eyes met the sunlight and he saw what was happening. The Dwarf, Elemental Hybrid Giants were idling whilst the Guardian was dead and the Destroyer struggling against the Crocolion.

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The man's eyes were equally as cold as he motioned to the stump of the tree across from Daugo.
"Sit." He squeezed his hands, letting more blood pool out. The threat was clear.
"I cannot understand how you people are capable of such evil. How you lie to yourselves, deluding the fact that you're killers. Please, tell me, how did the world come to this? How did people become so selfish, so rotten, so evil? Even a man like me who was beaten by Morgoth, enslaved, made for the single purpose of destruction, created to be a demon and seen as a devil, can still retain his morals and be good." The man's voice cracked but he coughed and returned back to his speech. "What happened that made the people of this world into such devils? Why do you do such evil? Why?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
He returns the man's stare. "You don't seem to understand," he says as he is sitting down. "The world itself is evil. How can we expect anyone to be good if the place they're born into is depraved and ruthless? We deal with what we get."
 
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"Yet, you and your friends murdered my family. The world has always been evil. Morgoth was never the true evil that everyone made him out to be. It was Eru, it was the Valar, it was the Maiar and the Elves, and the Men, and the Dwarves and everything else. So what? I never became the monster that the world wanted me to be. I never used my powers for evil. I never hurt anyone. But you-" he choked, tearing up, "You didn't have to kill my brothers and sisters? You didn't have to tear my family apart? Sure, some of us became the monsters we were formed into, but not all of us. Not me. Yet, you killed them. All of them. And now I'm the only one left." His eyes hit the jungle floor before rising again with a query, "Do you, habbit, have a family? In that place you called Bree? Did you have anyone? A brother? A sister? A lover? A child?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
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