The Spire.

[DragonMasterX]

OOC: Lol, nobody really paid attention to the fact that Terramoore called Ryoji Uzumaki. That blows.

IC:

"Eeeep!" Lina shifted, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead as a sword cut through the tentacle holding her in air and released her, the blade having nearly cut her tail off in the process, "Be careeeeeful!" she reprimanded, but got the message and tried to pull the sword off the ground. Being phyiscally weak, Lina was unable to properly grab it but by making use of all her will she was able to finally swing it around, cutting the tentacle holding Lino who dropped to the floor face-first with a thud, instantly waking him up.

"Owww! My head!" Lino winced, rubbing his paws on top of his skull, "That hurt!" he whined with a small tear hanging from the lower-right eyelid, "Ah!" he gasped as he appraised the scene: Their boss helpless, "No!", their pursuiters helpless, "Alright!", their boss helpless again, "No!" and their pursuiters helpless once more, "Alright!"

The cycle was interrupted as Lina smacked her brother hard, "Come on, dummy! They need our help! Boss is acting weird and I don't know what our client's up to!" she quickly explained, helping her brother up before she put her paws on Shadow's sword, "Here, help me with this!"

Terramoore still was madly yelling incoherent barrages of insults at Ryoji, the golden dragon being more concerned and delighted with his opponents instead. "You still speak?" he said to F'Nerah, "I wasn't expecting a young eldress to understand my ideals," he said with a nonchalant shrug, his first act of mortal-like demeanor in a good while, "But that's why me and the adults will have a looong talk together. I intend on changing what balance and harmony will be."

As the tendrils continued to amass onto the group to turn them into indiscernable dark-purple lumps glued to the floor, Lino and Lina began sneaking past their immobilized boss. They had to make a choice: Free him and attempt to run for their lives with him, or try to strike their client down to save everyone at once. Their boss was there, he could probably either bail them out or use his contacts to get them out of the Equator faster than Julian would be able to pull a pair of handcuffs out, so helping their pursuitters was redundant, yet, it had been one of them that helped them out of their predicament.

Both whelplings were scared, but their thoughts didn't need to be discussed among them. They went past their boss prepared to swing the sword, Ryoji didn't seem to notice them yet, and if they could get a good critical strike from behind, they could beat him, or so they thoughts.

"Now!" both whelplings shouted, making use of all their combined might to swing the large sword, but before it even reached Ryoji's back the blade shattered and disintegrated. Both children had disbelief plastered all over their faces, having been hidden throughout most of the initial battle they hadn't seen how futile it was to clash against Ryoji with traditional arms. Disbelief was replaced with total despair as Lino and Lina saw Ryoji looking at them from the corner of his right eye, his neck having titled just slightly.

"I expected more obedience from your pets, Terramoore," Ryoji softly barked, the children not having enough time to call for help as they were also engulfed by the dark-purple goo, joining the darkened floor.

"Now you talk!" The helpless green dragon in the suit growled, "This prophetic powers of yours...! I want my part! That's was our deal!" he insited, not even concerned about his two little helpers, "Give me what's rightfully mine, Uzumaki!"

"Rightfully yours?" Ryoji closed his eyes, a small smirk drawing in his face as he finally gave his back to F'Nerah and the others and brought his full attention to his supposed accomplice, "A god, you?" he spitefully stammered all of a sudden, the darkness in his words making Terramoore stagger in his place, "You cannot be a god. You are but a mortal who cannot see further from the material belongings and, although useful in the past, you are but a pawn to me. Your disdain for knowing your own place has finished to entertain me," he gave his back to Terramoore as if he was bidding farewell, "You remind me of those I hate the most."

With Ryoji's last words, Terramoore was also consumed by the tentacles, his voice now a handful of slowly vanishing muffled sounds on the ground.