The man with the odd saying of multiverse had not responded to Kelvack’s last statement. A bit perturbed at being ignored, the shapeshifter follows the others into the Thunderhawk and sits down and crosses his arms his bright and fiery complexion was slowly starting to fade as his mood changes.

After the short ride in the T-hawk, Kelvack skips out of the ship and looks around, noticing the border of the Eye’s influence. Luckily he was looking in the right direction or he would not have seen the grenade being launched at them. Immediately his skin brightens as the anticipation of a battle is realized by his eccentric brain.

With a wide and swift swoop of his right arm he constructs an energy shield around him that solidifies just as the grenade explodes. Pebbles of asphalt bounce off of it as the wind starts to take the smoke away. With a flick of his wrist the shield blinks out and he crouches down, placing his palm on the ground for balance. A small pebble bounces off of his spiky haired head as he surveys the scene.

Apparently these rag-tag city-folk were trying to stop him and his friends from getting to The Eye. Well, something had to be done about this. Surely the others would be expertly killing them very quickly, but he wanted to have a little fun while he was at it.

Kelvack cartwheels into a side alley, escaping the fray for a second or two. He hops into an open office building window and a lot of rustling and bumping around can be heard.

Out of the front door trots a little kitten, spotted with a patchwork of calico fur and crowned with ears too big for its head. A pair of big blue innocent eyes stare out at the people around it.

Scampering along the debris near the office buildings, it trots its way towards the barrier and the cultists, mewing occasionally.

Kitharsis grins as one of his skeleton’s asphalt boulders hits home. Trying to stay low because of the array of bullets spraying about the street, Kith had drug himself up into a crouch, resting one of his knees on the ground for balance as more rocket propelled grenades rock the area. The two mage skeletons were standing behind him, vying for an opportunity to jump out and unleash a spell.

Three of the cultists near the one downed by an asphalt rock start to shoot at Kitharsis and his skeletons. Much to their displeasure…

“Crud…”

The rain of bullets mows down the skeleton missing its arm. It falls to the ground in a heap with a clatter of bones and quickly bursts into a cloud of sand. A hasty protection from projectiles spell is flung at the other standing warrior skeleton. It snaps into place before most of the bullets can do any damage. The mage skeleton’s hands smoke with the intensity of such a quick casting of the spell.

Now adorned with its new nifty shield. The warrior skeleton unhooks its Kamas from its pelvic bone and charges at the group of three cultists that are shooting at it and its master.

Yet no spell was flung over Kitharsis to protect him from the cultists’ attacks. The other mage skeleton had a different plan for its mana.

Kitharsis tries to dodge most of the bullets, but his huge size is quite the disadvantage. Most of them bounce off of his skin, yet they still leave large dents on his body. There are still a few glowing bullet-holes here and there though. Without the energy to construct a shield, he was a sitting duck until one of his mages decided to help.

Hopping out from behind him, the tiny mage skeleton unleashes the spell that it was preparing. It launches the magical energy ala dragon ball z style, pointing its palms towards the three cultists and shooting out a silver strand of lightening.

The chain lightening spell crackles towards the first cultist, if it hits it will zap him then arc onto anyone around him, zapping and arcing onto next the person, and so on.

The warrior skeleton skids to a halt, grinding its bony feet on the harsh asphalt. It saw the lightening arcing towards the first cultist of the three and did not want to be caught nearby. Its protection from projectiles spell was still up around it, bouncing bullets off of it with ease.

Having enough of getting shot at, Kitharsis leaps high into the air, twisting and bending away from any stray bullets following him. He lands in front of a group of cultists streaming in from a side alley. The ground buckles as his immense weight lands on the asphalt, his metal boots splashing up sparks around him. Robe-less, he stands in front of the group of cultists in only a pair of thin burlap pants tied together with what looks like bailing twine. A burlap pouch dangles at his waist that is very full with sand.

Wasting no time with chit-chat, he lunges at the cultist nearest him with a heavy punch aimed for his midsection followed by a swift uppercut to the hopefully doubled over cultist’s chin. Anticipating the cultist’s comrades to act rather than stand and watch, Kith gets ready to block an incoming barrage of attacks. The pouch feels warm at his hip, the contents reacting to his call.

The two mages are quite angry that their master had left them, leaving them with nothing to block any bullets. They quickly erect projectile shields around themselves, their shields being much smaller and easier to create. Thinking back on it, they thought that perhaps they should have made a shield for Kitharsis as well. Shrugging to each other, they start walking across the street with their shields protecting them. They needed a minute to gather enough mana for more spells. Thinking quickly, one scurries back to where they were and grabs Kitharsis’s robe, which still held all of his ceramic devices. The two of them each hold an end of the bundled up ruined robe with what might be mistaken as a grin on their bony faces. Those skeletons sure did enjoy being in the midst of a battle.

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The kitten stops mid step as the slightly mutated cultists stop and look at it. It’s paw hangs in mid air, wary to take another step (right… wary). As the one man kneels down and reaches out a hand to pet it, curiosity (which some say killed the cat) overcame the kitten’s fear as it hopped closer to the ugly hand.

An explosion rumbles the ground as the Thunderhawk comes crashing down. Another grenade explodes somewhere else, setting the kitten on edge (HA). Frightened, it sprawls its legs and extends its little claws to keep its unsure footing.

Quickly glancing left and right, the little cat decided that the cultist who was innocently trying to pet the cute little kitten (…) would be the safest person to be with. It hops into the man’s hand and shivers, visibly showing its immense fear of the battle around it (Oh geez that’s gold!). Mewing weakly, the kitten’s big blue eyes stare into the cultist’s own eyes pleadingly (poor guy).