Myth City

"I was here to see Father Malcolm. But, obviously, I can't anymore, seeing as he's lying there DEAD." His smile is gone by now, and his facial features are hard and cold. He stands up. "Now, I'd appreciate if you'd tell me exactly who the hell this 'Fuka' guy is."

"If you were listening to our conversation you would have heard the whole damn thing."

"So... That's absolutely all you know then?"

"Very good...took you long enough"

"If you see a giant killer wasp, that you ment Fuka." Gab described, "He may not look very menacing, but his exoskeleton is equivalent to near impenatrable armor, the poison of his sting has no antidote, and the laser eyes are plainly overkill. But I would say that his followers did this, he rarley does things personally."

"Oh great...dealing with a wasp. How the hell are we going to kill it if it has impenatrable armor???"

"No, near impenatrable, it's speculated that if you fight him long enough without being stung, you could crack it. Also, elemental attack work best against that kind of armor."

"So would my dark magic finally come into some use?"

".... does this Dark magic include fireball, or lightning, or something elementy?"

"yes...lighting. and water.

Taiyou makes a funeral pyre by dragging all of the bdys to gether. 'Anyone want to say last rites?' a white fireball appears in his hand. 'no? ok then. i send your souls off to the otherworld through fire.' the entire pyre lights immediately.

"Sorry. not religous. Now don't bother me. i need to meditate, so i can be prepared for battle."

"Not religious..." Psy mused, "I should so smite you."

the fire dies down and nothing is left, not even burn marks on the floor. Taiyou goes to work, fixing the doors, using the element of earth

Dust rises and comes together. It materializes into Bones, the walking skeleton.

"So...what is a dead person like you here anyway?"

"She has no vocal cords, can't speak." Psy said, "She probably needs to takes us somewhere."

"Oh great...i am going to trust my life to a skeleton. what next?"

She gestured to <Saratn's character> and then grabbed him. They both becames dust and were blown away, rearranging themselves in Mad Labs.

"Well", Ezhno says, looking at the burn mark on the ground, "This sucks." He looks at where the elf once stood. "And he's an a$$hole." He mumbles quietly to himself, "Sometimes I don't even know why I bothered to escape..."