"no one pays much attention to the shadows, even when there is nothing there to create them" prescorpion retorts "dont you guys pay attention to the powers of dark godsummoners? we can travel through the shadows"

"well now i know where the cyclops stupidity stereotype comes from" hinosa jokes

"Well whoop-de-do," Malak says. "One of my former commanders once said, 'you're bragging sowhy haven't you already done it?"

suddenly prescorpion's body is engulfed in a dark matter then disappears. then suddenly she's behind malak, his arms held tight to his body by her left arm, her grip stronger then he could imagine. his mouth being covered with her right hand, she keeps her mouth close to his neck, bearing her teeth, her canines three times longer and sharper than normal "do i need to go farther with this demonstration?"

Sharp scales extend out of Malak's skin in numerous places. "How about I tear you to shreds, and dig your grave at the same time?" Malak asks with a distinct reptilian lisp.
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Balgas sighs. "If you can do that why not do that to an enemy?"

prescorpion tightens her grip, ignoring the slight miscomfort of his scales. "one if i did that then the mission would already be done, two we need to know who the enemy is before i can do this to them, three most of the irriplaceable targets of the opposing forces always travel in twos, half of them can detect my presence even wile im hidden in the darkness... and you tough guy, you're lucky you're a teammate, you should pay attention to whom your target is, i could easly rip you to peices before you can even inhale"

"enough!" rindhunt breaks in. prescorpion releases malak and pushes him into her

"common" prescorpion turns and walks away, the cuts in her arm from malak's scales glow with a faint green light as they close and her canines retract back to normal length "we need to get to our place before it gets dark, its dangerous when its dark" she states sarcastically

"i guess i should have warned you" sayan 3 places his hand on malaks shoulder "its the time where she's always right, and we're always wrong"

Armag shook his head. They weren't willing to listen to reason. He would just have to deal with what happened.

"Whatever, she's lucky that I didn't use my Death Spiral," Malak says. He turns on his heel and his scales tear into the floor.
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"What was the point of all that bragging if that particular power is 100% useless for the mission at hand?" Balgas asks confused.

Armag shrugs. "My point was simple. If the terrorists don't know where she is, they would be stupid to risk going after the other target," Armag points out.

"son" sayan 3 rubs malak's head "i take it that the chimera's tought you to not consider the outcome, but to just fight. she is right, she could paint a masterpeice with your bodily fluids before you knew what happened. a god summoner against a recruit, the only reason our arenas would hold matches such as that is to provide the humor of watching the recruit get his ass ripped off and sold back to him."

hinsoa leans to armag "i think the trick is to keep her in the shadows so they dont know she's there"

rindhunt looks over to the doorway to find that prescorpion has disappeared "yeah she's ditching us, common" rindhunt jumps out of her seat and chases after prescorpion

Armag nodded. "Yes, and without knowing that she isn't nearby, they would be stupid to go after Sayan."

after about half an hour of wandering through the streets the team decides to sit on a busstop's bench (prescorpion never gave them the address of the apartment), some of the shitrans in the area are starting to gossip about them, they're not used to seeing endronians in person.

a wisper is heard in sayan 3's ear "hooded man, staying in the shadows, talking into a headset, on your 5th"

sayan 3 looks up at one of the advertisement signs and spots him in the slight refletion in the glass. he then stands up and walks to a news stand near the hooded figure, grabs a sports magazine and starts to flip through it.

(arcbad, go ahead and control the grunt)

(Control him how?)

(im sending you a pm)

The grunt continues to browse the magazines, and whispers towards Sayan, "You should just give up. Your kind is done."

"eventually all kinds meet there ends, and the only factor is, survival of the fittest" sayan 3 whispers back, "eventually, everything dies. take a second to think about how far mankind would have survived if a few didnt take the initiative to take the responcibility for survival of our entire species, and placed their lives on the battle feild as endronians."