Re: The True Evil (Four others)
OoC: Okay, then, Jeaulm. I will!
BiC: Demyx heard the explosion before he felt the tower shake.
One of the Shadow Guards, a commander, called out to him in its hissing language.
"What do we do, master?" It asked, worried.
"We will do nothing." Demyx replied, "Let them come to us."
"But Master!" The Guard replied, "They're killing us! We cannot keep respawning new Shadow Guards if our collective power is too weak! Each time one of us is killed, our power is weakened, and it is weakened even moreso each time we tap into it to recreate a Shadow Guard! We cannot go on like this for much longer!"
Demyx had not counted on this.
"Very well, then." He scowled, "Bring them to me."
Within a few minutes, the two intruders were standing before him. The short one was struggling against the two Guards which held him in their strong grip. The other one was standing quietly and patiently. Demyx decided to address the small one first.
"You there!" He barked, pointing at the dwarf, "Come forward!"
The dwarf spat at the floor near Demyx's feet, "Make me!" He growled, clenching his teeth in anger.
"Very well." Demyx replied. He was going to enjoy this!
His gaze bore down upon the dwarf, until he could grip onto his aura with his mental probe. With it in his grasp, he commanded it to give him control of all of the dwarf's bodily functions. When he had done this, he violently forced the dwarf to walk towards him. Regardless of how great he struggled, the dwarf could not regain control. When the dwarf stood before him, Demyx commanded his body to kneel before him. His knees hit the ground with a bone-shattering thud. The tall one cried out, but still did nothing. He was smart not to try to resist.
"Now..." Demyx growled, "Are you going to do what I tell you, or are you going to fight?"
The dwarf tried his hardest to resist Demyx, but to no avail. Each time the dwarf tried to stand of his own accord, Demyx brought him crashikng down to the floor again, each time more violently than the last. Soon he was bruised and bloodied all over, and stopped struggling.
"There." Demyx said, as though talking to a small child, "Good boy! That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
The dwarf said nothing, but that suited Demyx just fine. He continued, commanding the full attention of all present in the room.
"The reason I have spared your lives thus far is simple." He admitted, "I need your help. I need strong warriors to help me take down my enemies, and to help me find answers."
His mouth pricked up into a smile, "What do you say?"
The dwarf, who had been silent for a while - Demyx had thought him unconscious, laughed out loud, "Never!"
With a swift swipe of Demyx's blade, the dwarf was dead. He turned to the other one.
"And you... what do you say?"
OoC: The bell just went at school so I had to cut it short! Sorry!