(Boop Specc)

((B R U H))

*insert repetition of what Nyoko did before*
Too lazy to type lol

((Yeah i'd be smart bc interaction is good in rp))

((i indeed think we gotta move on and spread up, if you know what I mean)) 

((YES yes))

"Sorry we late!" Auric and Asphyix said, with Auric appearing by landing on the roof, and Asphyx by climbing up and sitting by them.

Nyoko hopped up to the top and smiled. "I'm here!"

The catgirl bounced on the tips of her boots. "Yessir!"
After a quick salute, she decided to climb down the side of the building.

Ardour nodded, hearing Asphyx. He poured some more gasoline as he walked, finding the meeting room rather easily. He felt a bit disappointed, hoping for a bit more of a challenge. Ugh, what a boring job. No excitement at all, Ardour felt like, in this mission.

He waited for Asphyx to blind them, running his hand down the spines of dusty, yellow-paged books in a cabinet nearby. My, my, my, how dreadful would it be if those caught on fire. He picked one out, flipping through the pages a bit, skimming along. Seemed like an old history book, a bit dull in taste, but the deep green and gold cover was rather decorative and, in Ardour's opinion, beautiful. He shrugged and put it in his bag, deciding that brushing up on old history later would be helpful.

Upon hearing and seeing this, Ardour decided that he would quickly climb out the window beside him. He carefully scaled up the building, finding the room above the meeting room quite easily, and pulled himself in. He could hear the panic below him, and he waited for Asphyx to announce when he blinded them with the gas.

She was clinging to the side of the building. Nyoko waited to see the job finished.

"When you first joined this sad attempt of rebellion, you should've known the price that comes with it!" Auric suddenly bursted in, sending in steaks of light to blow right through the once-was rebels (though she was still blocking the whole she had bursted through.

Asphyx was already just going in on all those people who were running to attack him. Pow POW PUNCH.

(aH NYOKO NOO MY HEART)

(I say this but I'm the one describing the most gruesome scenes with detail lol)

The light streaks shot through multiple adults, a few teens. There was some instant death, a silver lining in this tragedy. They fell before they could even start to run, some being tripped over, the sound of a bone cracking and a confused shout ringing out.

Ardour didn't hesitate upon attacking, his mind focusing on a few simple thoughts: For the sake of a better world. For Glitchians all around. For Creator, their saviour. These traitors are dirt that soil his plans. They all must be eliminated.

That was enough for Ardour. It was his sole purpose. Without Creator, their king, his majesty, Ardour would be...

There was a terrible, animalistic scream from Ardour who now was working fiercely, his motivation running high off of a messed up ideology and mind-fogging, painful hunger that tore his stomach. He couldn't focus as well as more red splattered, whatever fuel he had eaten before long gone forgotten. Although, it was clear he stayed far away from Asphyx and Auric, so he had some control over himself.

Unfortunately for the rebels, there was no mercy left, not even a splinter of such a luxury, as he continued on, even splashing gasoline into the faces and wounds of some.

The few of Asphyx's attackers fell back, but a three teens sprang forward in replacement, hitting at him with their wings and fists. Although, with the gas, a lot of the attacks were missing and they were stumbling.

One of the teens, a young male, screamed at Asphyx, "This is only the start!" as he swung a heavy book down at the Elite's head.

Coming towards Auric was two young adults and an almost-elder, the look of fear replaced with a fire in their eyes. They still had some kind of hope, a small hope that they would take to their grave believing in. They believed that things would get better, even if the gods said it wasn't true they still believed. Even if they were outmatched, overpowered, they wanted to hold onto something, even such a pathetic, small concept of hope.

They all held something similar to a weapon, even one of them holding a sword. They didn't swing it, no, they were too blind to do so with carelessness. The other two weapons looked like a bat, wait no, a thick, wooden stick and a glassy hand mirror.