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"Hm hm hm." the Deep Human hummed, his quiet tunes drowned out in the rain. He shifted his stance, changing sides so he would preferably move away from Talae. He wasn't aware of this at first- he just wanted some space. It was suddenly, but for him time seemed to slow down. The enemy moved in an unnatural blur anyways, as he caught Wrath's orders not to kill. Easily done, though fists can kill upon occasion. He wasn't too picky either way. "Just avoid breaking their neck, Coney. Avoid the neck." He told himself unsteadily, just as the mass of civilians- seventeen in total charged the motley group.

Kisikoni was built for hand-to-hand combat, and the order Wrath gave only encouraged him not to use his bladed weapons. Besides, there were too many people crowding him to use the swords effectively. He saw Talae begin to engage the enemy, and a brief flash as the commander began to pick his way toward the commanding Child. Thanaros and Neira joined the conflict as well, though Kisikoni wasn't sure of their actual names at the time. But the time to observe his surroundings was up- as the first deep human came at him with a pitchfork- jabbing at his upper torso.

"Whoops." Kisikoni slurred, falling into a split. The pitchfork snatched the air, as the deep human received two crunching blows to where the sun didn't shine. His back leg snapped out, tripping the man as he pitched over in agony. He used the momentum to spin around, returning to his feet and stumbling back unsteadily. The next two charged, leaping over their whimpering companion. Kisikoni probably would be in the same position if he had his balls busted. One woman had a pitchfork, the other carrying a heavy-looking cudgel. It was made of polished wood and had a iron band on the tip which probably meant it was a weapon of self defense. How rare.

Kisikoni's body arced left, avoiding the jab of the longer pitchfork and leaned forward toward the swinging cudgel. His right arm swept up and around his line of symmetry and caught the arm before the cudgel could connect in a fluid motion. The deep human's left hand came around in a nasty haymaker swing, sending his opponent spinning into the ground. The woman had already begun jabbing again at Kisikoni, determined to maintain her distance from the deep human's angry fists. However, Kisikoni's left leg slipped behind and past his right, and pivoted around to grip the pitchfork as it retracted from the failed jab. Yanking it forward, the woman stumbled right into Kisikoni's headbutt. She clutched her forehead in pain, as Kisikoni bounced back and nearly fell from the recoil. Suddenly, an orc stepped in front of her, raising his own gloved fists. It appeared he had no weapon, but looking at his bulk- he really didn't need one.

"Big boy, aren't ya'?" Kisikoni asked the glassy-eyed orc. In a more right state of mind, Kisikoni would realize that the orc didn't respond or show real drastic emotional change. The orc came in with a blazing heel kick.

Kisikoni deftly took a step to the side, crossing his legs before appearing to lose his balance. He tripped over his leg, falling forward to throw two punches into the Orc's kidney. The orc snarled jumping back with one hand resting gently on the hit area. Kisikoni fell into the ground, rolling over lazily and saw the orc raging up to him, trying to finish him with a angry stomp. The Orc raised his foot, but Kisikoni's legs shot up and caught the orc's leg as it raised by the thigh, preventing him from stomping on Kisikoni's face. "No, sir I don't like that." He laughed, watching the Orc strain against Kisikoni's legs. After a moment of watching the orc commit to stomping on Kisikoni's face, he gently tipped the Orc's leg forward with his own, causing the orc to stumble foward over the deep human. Kicking up into a standing position, he wobbled for balance as the Orc turned around and gave him a crushing blow to his stomach.

Groaning, the drunken man was thrown several feet. Luckily, he still had his Live armor on. He had some fractured ribs, but it would heal thanks to the armor. He realized he was thrown into the midst of the crowd now, as he scrambled to his feet. The orc was making his way back over, while another deep human and the same girl (which he now identified as an elf) came back to take him on. "Ehh. I need a time-out." Kisikoni drawled, but quickly slipped past a chop thrown by the deep human. Kisikoni swung both his arms in a horizontal direction as he did, slapping the man's ears on both sides. The man clutched his head, yowling and collapsed. The woman followed through, the pitchfork glinting as it shot for Kisikoni's upper legs now. Jumping, he caught the fork by the metal prongs and forced them into the ground with his feet. Doing so caused him to lose balance and tumble back, just barely missing a voracious swing from the orc. He snapped upright. quickly scaling the Orc and sitting on his shoulders. He slapped his hands over his eyes, screaming incoherently into his ears. The orc went wild, throwing upward swings that Kisikoni had to either lean forward or backward to avoid, and occasional move his legs as he grasped for something tangible. This only lasted a second, as Kisikoni stunned the Orc by slapping both his hands one the Orc's ears- much like the first deep human. The Orc fell back, and Kisikoni leapt off the body and fell face first into the ground. He pushed himself up.

The elf girl was back, followed by two more. This was going to be awhile. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kisikoni wanted another drink. He was bruised all over with his antics, and he had some fractured ribs. Not to mention he was fairly exhausted after the earlier battle and was even more depressed by the liquor. The deep human began giggling hysterically.

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Pain.

The voluminous red eyes of the Nightmarian Spider opened and closed slowly and erratically as the perverted son of a bitch continued to torture her. What was his name? She couldn't remember. "Ironic, you say?" She whispered in response, the healing spells slowly closing up any wounds that Ja'ksis inflicted. She thought about it. "If... I could remember what that meant, I'd tell you to shut the fuck up."

It was rather shameful for her, completely victim to the mantis. If only she could remember his NAME. She'd have him slated for her personal payback. Suddenly, something pierced her abdomen again. This time, it was no real surprise- all she could do was moan, and attempt to make it sound as lewd as possible. It didn't seem to be working on him though, the sadistic perv. She felt something deep inside her disconnect. As the mantis drew one of her eggs, she almost recoiled in anger. This man was so damned and ignorant he didn't respect the consumption of a mother's eggs anymore. If she were killed by him in battle, yes. But this was going too far. Muercialga Yan'vega was furious. Furious at him, furious at herself, furious at this whole situation.

Ja'Ksis interrupted her thoughts with his snide remark and demands for an answer. Mercy would be content with just sitting around and ignoring him, as patient spiders did, but she was mad. "How about no, you prim ball-fondling wet shit?" She replied with harsh amusement. "If you want, you can lick the dust off my blood and I'll consider sticking my foot down your throat and out your ass if you ask nicely. Venom, both figuratively and literally began dripping from her mouth, though at this point her body was too weak to control it's random salivation now.