#// yes. throw a fucking storm grenade at a half-rotted wooden floor. defs the most hinged of decisions from the most well-adjusted of ppl x

[trcvelers-chcsen]

Apollo gave a derisive snort at the chimera's apparent offer. Not that they planned to hand anything over, but given what his goal was, this was going to be a real fun excuse to kick ass...

The Lament was brought up, a Solar shield keeping the brunt of the damage from sticking, albeit not without a bit of shrapnel or a stray bullet or two grazing their armor. With one arm braced against the flat end of the blade, they procured two Swarm grenades from their pack, and dropped them to their feet.

A quick gambler's dodge to the side, and the SIVA nanites that had begun to swarm the god slayer were met with vicious resistance from the tiny drones that had burst from their dropped artillery.

"Hate to break it to you bud, but you're a bit late to come looking for what I took."

A fan of blazing knives were chucked at Kallex, as the Guardian leapt into the air, kicked down and jumped on top of the fucking air, to get just a bit more distance and land behind the career criminal to then attempt another swipe with the Lament.

Meanwhile, Kallex's new partner was currently having a hell of a time, and was absolutely mentally stable and not having a breakdown in the slightest.

For one, there was now some kind of freaky, glowing webbing restricting movement, and throwing attacks off-balance.

For two, the ONE PERSON this assailant did not need to see again was right down these stairs.

So one might be forgiven for being a bit sloppy with the swordplay at this particular moment, two-handed swipes with Worldline Zero only chipping away at the substance.

"This- was- supposed to be EASY!!!" the warlock swore, each word punctuated with a swipe of the blade. After a concerted, definitely completely collected effort, the Stormcaller was now free.

Free, and holding up another Storm Grenade, ready to be chucked straight to the combatants' feet, unless stopped somehow.

"But you know what?! I am SICK and TIRED of my life going to shit because of that STUPID FUCKING EXO!!!"

Was... was this lightbearer... crying...?

"Sure, whatever, but try not to go overboard. While I don't give a damn if the bitch keels over, we can't get shit for information out of her if she's dead."

The chimera states bluntly, far more calm and collected than his ally appeared to be or their target. Whoever this accomplice come to the rescue was, surely they couldn't be all that right? He watches as the other worlder tears for the stairs, keeping the fort held down below.

Bibi is deathly silent, holding their breath practically and looking for some form of cover or another. Half considering saying to hell with it and throwing themselves out a window to get out of this building that was really starting to feel claustrophobic.

The moth gasps, wide eyed as the warlock suddenly bursts through the god damn floor boards in front of them. Looking down right fucking manic now, barely able to raise their glaive in time to block the flurry of blows coming their way.

"I'll pass, thanks."

Their lower pair of arms shoot webbing, aiming to snag the ends of the other's trench coat and with luck maybe be able to throw the individual off balance or something. Glowing blood stains their wings more than anything.

They don't need a look to know they aren't going anywhere that isn't by foot so frankly they don't have any other choice than to fight like hell as is.

Back downstairs Kallex sensibly dodges out of the fucking way of the god damn chainsaw sword with a curse. His tail giving an agitated hiss of alarm despite the chimera's stoic expression.

"Hired help, something of an old acquaintance of your partner in crime. This whole little issue could just be put off to the side if you or them just stopped being stubborn and hand over what you took. She brought it on herself."

He tsks with an annoyed shake of his head at the interruption. Kallex was never one all that thrilled for a fair one on one fight.

"But if you want to play hero be my guest."

With an over confident smirk he opens fire. Stupid punchable face.

"And for your information this is mine now."