Relaxation...with a spot of slaughter...

Ciro sat on a rather large mountain top overlooking all of Psyren. He couldn't believe that this was the future's fate. Looking at Psyren he couldn't help but feel conflicted. He didn't care on one hand. There were survivors, and so that meant that whatever happened...or happens, people could survive it. Plus, with the atmosphere, nobody is worthless. Everyone would have Psi and thus everyone would be helpful. This would save a lot more lives than it would endanger. Sure, WISE was a group of overpowered, idiotic, psychotic, children...but at least people had some defense against them. And sure the Tavoo were horrible to look at, and even more difficult to kill, but again...at least the people had protection. At least the people weren't weak.

It was a conflict of interest for Ciro. He didn't know what to make of this future. To trade beauty and freedom, of sorts, for this hell hole and power? Was it okay? Was it alright for him to play God? Was it alright for any of them? Nemesis Q seemed to think so, and if he...she...if IT thought so, then what did it matter what Ciro thought? What did it matter what ANY of them thought? Nemesis Q and it's stupid program held their lives by a thread with a pair of siccors. He could end their miserable existence with a snap of her boney fingers...Her? His? It's? This was ridiculous. They were taking orders from an overdressed clown whom held no gender..."You're so pathetic..."

Ciro felt his body get rather hot. He looked down and frowned as a blue flame was crawling up his feet. Cide was taking charge now, and Cide had different views he wanted to share with Ciro. His body felt no pain, but it certainly didn't feel "right" It was like drowning without actually drowning. He felt his mind falling, yeilding to the coming darkness and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He let out a final sigh and Cide's persona took charge. The main difference between Ciro and Cide was moral highgrounds. Cide had none. Did that stop him? Not in the least. Did he lose sleep over killing children like they were Tavoo? Not a second.

Cide didn't care if this future happened or not. He would exist regardless of any even that threw the world into this spiraling downfall. Cide would still exist. Cide would still kill. Cide would still sleep peacefully. To him Nemesis Q was just some guy hiding behind his big bad mask, afraid to come out into the world. Whatever. It didn't bother Cide. As long as he was continuously sent into Psyren to be rid of the latest Tavoo he'd be fine. And speaking of prey...Cide smiled coldly to himself as he noticed a slight dust trail headed his way along with a small group of Tavoo. Lovely...

The Tavoo coming were his favorite to kill. It's name was Alfred. It was a humanoid Tavoo with a temper the size of it's danger level. Recently WISE had pumped out more and more Alfreds, and they began to vary in power and weapon of choice. The original used a cross bow, some of the newer ones used dual swords, long bows, fists, and he killed one last week that held a scythe. He loved combating these things as they were increasingly annoying to kill. Not hard to kill, just annoying.

Cide jumped down from the cliff his curley hair rushing up and out of his face as the wind surrounded him. Using Rise he lessened the pain to almost nothing from the fall. He looked up to stare the five Alfreds in their ugly eyes. He grinned a quite psychotic grin. "C'mon!" As he said that he thrust his arms out to the side and Noir, all three, shot out of his back and hurled to the Tavoo. There would be dust...

His spear launched itself at the Alfred whom held a broad sword. The beast parried his first strike. Cide grinned and Spear Noir made a sharp turn to make a deep cut in Alfred's side. The Tavoo roared and his friend moved to help him. This one had a metal spear and hurled it at the cord of Spear Noir. Scythe Noir wouldn't have it. The weapon moved and used it's large blade to block the spear. Cide knew the cords could not be broken. It wouldn't be possible through any means, but there was no reason to let the enemy in on that secret. The Alfred with a broad sword pulled himself out of Spear Noir and did battle with it. The blades clashed for a while, and while that happened Alfred began to heal.

On the otherside. Sword Noir was holding its own against three Alfreds. One of the monsters had dual daggers, the other had a broad sword, and another still had a staff with a swort sword on his hip. Noir made strikes at them all, it's ever increasing size making it difficult for the Tavoo to handle. It didn't help that it's reflexes were aided by Cide's power. If the Tavoo knew this it was a surprise to him. But it didn't seem like they understood.

Bang. A gunshot went off somewhere and sure enough there wa a rather large bullet headed for Cide's head. If it weren't for Sense Rise he probably would have been hit. But he managed to avoid it. He couldn't see the target, even with Rise, but he knew his general location. So it was now six against him. Cide didn't mind the odds, or even the number advantage they had. What he minded was beign shot at from a distance he couldn't see. That only slightly irritated him. Another shot and another dodge later, he was Rise Running his way to the soon to be dead shooter. The other Alfreds followed him like he knew they would. The Alfred Tavoo were hunters. It was their programing or whatever to track and kill. Without it, they were nothing but the lowest of low.

He soon saw the shooter running down over a dune. He, Cide, snarled and continued chace. He leaped over the dune and his eyes went wide as there were ten Alfreds, and the original shooter, with guns pointed right at him. "Bring it..." He mumbled and they fired. Noir's blades lit on fire and he spun them around him. The Burst not only overpowered the bullets, but landed on the group of Alfreds as well. Some of them were smart and moved. The number was dropped from sixteen Alfreds to eleven. He was making progress. Cide landed and was instantly surrounded. "My turn..." Ciro whispered in their mind. "Be my guest..." Cide responded within.

Cide's body began to catch of fire again. The Tavoo looked confused for a moment, or as confused as you can look when your head has no facial parts. The fire consumed Cide until he was just a standing blue flame. The flame stopped moving, turned transparent with a rainbow tint, and shattered like glass. Ciro emerged firing off Divine shots at the Tavoo surrounding him. He dropped to one knee shot out to either side, rolled onto his back and lifted his legs, shooting forward now. He flipped up onto his feet again and heared a shot finally fired. He rolled to the left, twisted, face the Tavoo behind him, and shot them all too. Ciro's hands were open with rotating clear rings in front of his palms. He looked around and Rise jumped over the bodies. He knew they weren't all dead. Of all his shots maybe three of them hit the Illumina Core. Since each one had a different location it was impossible to tell where it would be.

The Alfreds began to rise up and the five from earlier looked out over the dune. They roared and charged the Drifter. Ciro put his hands together at the wrists. The clear circle expanded to encompass the entire hands. He got a studier stance and smiled at them. He began firing larger and more powerful bolts. The kickback wasn't terribly, but it was noticeable. The bolts would fly quickly through the air and when it hit the Tavoo it would send them back a little bit, if not back then they would flip over and land on their face. The ranger Tavoo stationed themselves and released bullets. Cide used Rise to avoid the shots, but a few grazed his arms and legs. He healed quickly though as the injuries were no big deal really. He held his hands out again and let out rapid shots.

A few minutes later and the numbers were trimmed down to only three. Ciro was panting a bit and had a killer headache, but he was okay otherwise. He stood up and rolled his neck a bit. "Should let me take over." Cide looked at the three. One had a crossbow, the other two had blades, and they all looked very pissed. Their injuries were healing quickly, but he could always make more. "Fine...." Cide took the invitation would pleasure and gladly took over the male's body.

Cide released Noir and quickly removed the threat. He stood there surrounded by nothing but sand. It was eerily pleasing to him, but he didn't mind it. It just made things interesting. He got to be alone, but his mind drifted to Methias. He wondered what to be about him. He was an interesting fellow. He shrugged and allowed Ciro to regain control of his body. Ciro used his telekinetic abilities to lift off the ground and fly off. He sped across the land and sighed to himself as he moved.

:: EXIT ::

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