[Zorolo] Spearhead's Training

[Spearhead]

OoC: Previous Training (just in case)
Ok, so I'm finally ready to continue. I'll be continuing from where I stopped, which was Alti's assignment. Sorry if it looks rushed, but I'm still in the Old English state from reading Romeo and Juliet *shivers at the name*.

BiC: Climbing the tree-like wall wasn't hard. Spearhead's survival mentor trained him well, and climbing a tree was as easy as breathing - if he had the right gloves for it. His bare hands ache somewhat at the texture of the bark, making climbing the wall much difficult, but a little bit of pain never hurt anyone.

After awhile the colonel found his way into the swirling clouds. He suddenly felt lighter and climbing the tree-like wall was becoming easier for him. There was no gust of wind that could be strong enough to lift him, nor any sort of wind at all. The baffling discovery conjured curiosity in the colonel, and made Spearhead take a chance as he let go with his hands, falling back and standing onto the wall. Once finding out the very strange effect the lightness of his body had, Spearhead continued scaling the wall by walking up along the bark. Ok, I'm sure it's the beer.

Upon reaching the top of the misty clouds, Spearhead felt an opening of the floor before him. He fell forward and landed on the edge of a large hall, yet smaller than the one he was in not too long ago. A figure, dressed in a black cloak and hding his face with a hood, stood in front of a large, iron-framed door. Thinking that this was a trainer of some sort, regardless of how strange he was of a trainer, he walked up to the figure and stopped only a few short feet away.

"Hello, I am Cnl. Spearhead of the W.P.F." he greeted him. "I was aware that this place was a sort of training facility I could come to train in, so where can I?"

"You are a bit early, but that is no problem," the figure began. He looked old and frail upon further observation. "You may find your teacher in the library beyond this door, but I must ask you if you are truly willing to endure the harsh training ahead. I must warn you, this place is unlike any you have every been to in your military career."

The warning created a bit of uncertainty for the colonel. He scratched his head and gave it a second thought before answering. First of all, he didn't need a teacher. So far he had been taught by many exceptionally trained soldiers in his past, and having a teacher now sounded pointless. The other issue was the warning; why do I need to be "willing" to "endure" the training behind the door? If it was that dangerous, it would be pointless to continue on. However, learning to control his still new power was dangerous itself, even if it was done somewhere besides here. Since he was here, he might as well have went forth and start his training for the day. Besides, there was nothing better to do back at HQ, and that was the main reason why he came here.

"Alright, I am willing to go forth." Spearhead watched the figure wordlessly turn around and watch the cloaked man raise his hands as if to embrace something from the sky. A small rumble was felt from under his feet, and the doors started to shake as the man was mumbling some sort of chant. The doors soon opened for the soldier to enter through, but before he could go on his way, the man stopped to remind him.

"To let you know, your teacher will be someone different than previously established. You may not have known, and it may have little concern to you, but it is my duty to let all participants known inside The Dome of every change in the Council's decisions. Please be wary of any and all dangers, and godspeed."

That was strange, Spearhead spoke in his mind. A new teacher? Who was my first one? And The Dome? So that must be the name of this place. His mind was at ease now that he knew more of this, but he still had no idea where this place came from as he never noticed it anytime before coming here, or getting that ad in his inbox. But all that left his bewildered mind as he reached a large library with many ailes of shelves. He found a small table nearby, and sat on the chair with his feet crossed over and on the table, waiting for his "new" teacher.

OoC: How's that for my semi-first post in my training?

[Zorolo]

OoC: Pretty good. Now then, while I think of whom I'm going to have train you, (either Zorlo or Monroe) I'll give you a little something to do.

Assignment Time:

Waiting for a teacher simply doesn't cut it here. Have Spearhead realize that sitting around doesn't spawn teachers, as one would hope, and go on an adventure. Have Spearhead travel through the Dome, and he can stop in any of the set rooms (the Cafeteria, the Infirmary, the Garden Rooms, the Fountain Rooms, the Dome Center, the Library). However, after he's done with that, it is time for Spearhead to head off again. End your post with him entering into a room that's entirely black. 500 word minimum.

[Spearhead]

OoC: Kinda long, but I had him travel through a few rooms instead of just one. Hope that's alright with you.

BiC: The thrash metal Spearhead played blasted through the earphones, almost echoing at a fairly high volume in the large and empty library. Any normal man would lose his hearing in just several minutes after listening to such loud music, but for someone who needs it as much as the young soldier, it didn't matter. The device was the best tool he ever had to use in a battle, mainly because it drowned the strange voices well. Without the loud music, his hearing would be the least of his worries.

His feet were up on the desk, as Spearhead leaned back into the wooden chair he found nearby and waited for his teacher. He wondered who this teacher could be, that he had to wait for him - or her - so long. He thought it would definetely be a woman after knowing of how long it could take a woman to appear for such an important reason. What if it were a man? What could he be doing that would take him so long to arrive? Could it be a trap? Highly unlikely, since the trap would have already sprung by now without time wasted. But just in case...

He took out his trident and split the blades apart for its proper use. The young soldier was well aware that anything in such a place could be possible, even an unlikely trap.

"Ok, so where to look, where to look..."

He searched the almost limitless ailes of shelves in the huge storage of books, his music continuing to blast out of his earphones. It almost felt ridiculous to assume a trap was around, but his suspicious nature never ceased to give up. If there was something strange, and there definetely was, he would find out what it was.

So far, all the colonel could find was just what there was before. The teacher of his never arrived, and it was a little over an hour passed. I'm really growing impatient of him - or her - or whoever it is! The trident's blades overlapped one another as it's always kept when not in use, and Spearhead put it back into its resting place on his back. He aimlessly walked around the library to keep himself occupied and possibly find an interesting book to read while he waited. There were many books he found in the library, almost half of them written in a different language. He disregarded those books, and looked for something else. Even though he was taught to read in all languages from every nation of Narconeia, many of the books he found were published in strange tongues he never saw before. The Dome was becoming a much stranger place for the colonel, and the curiosity he felt only made him the more, well, curious.

He put the last book he found back in the shelf he found it in. So far there were no books of interest for the soldier to read while he waited. I guess this means I have no choice but to look for this teacher of mine.

Spearhead took the closest door out of the empty library, and entered a maze of corridors built from deteriorating concrete bricks and lit by torch light. There were many doors, but luckily they had the room's name on each of them. The first door he went through was the Fountain Room, whatever it could be. He opened the door and suddenly heard the sound of rushing water and his skin felt a cool breeze passing by, although he soon realized it was the mist that lingered in the room. It was fairly thick, but not as to prevent sight. The soldier walked atop the smooth, white stone floor while he searched the room for anyone, but all that existed in the room were the sounds of rushing water and a tall monument shaped like a dull needle with a snake coiled around it as it went up. Spearhead looked at it suspiciously, seeing as how the water he heard was coming out from the statue's top. However, other than its normal functions as a fountain, nothing seemed wrong with it, and no one seemed to be in the room as well.

The colonel exited the cool room into the warmer corridors of before, and walked through the quiet halls. He came up to another door labelled "Cafeteria" which he quickly disregarded while walking by. It was no time for food, and either way the soldier's impatience bothered him more than his hunger.

About two hours had passed already, and the colonel's teacher didn't come to him. He continued to walk through the halls, sometimes feeling as if he went through a circle once seeing the labels on the doors nearby. However, it was easier for Spearhead to find his way through the maze of corridors since all doors were labelled and did not leave him to wonder what could be behind the doors. Already he had been inside a couple of rooms in the past few hours he'd been walking, but none had any sign of his teacher's presence.

One room was the cafeteria, which he quickly thought at first would contain the teacher he was waiting for. There were many people in there, indeed, most of them strange beings apparently not from the world he grew to know well. It was bewildering to see such beings of different species that don't exist in Narconeia. There were many beings who had skin colour not heard of, abnormally large or small body parts as in eyes, ears, legs or arms. Some weren't even humanoid beings and looked more like animals than people. However, after learning from one of the fighters there that his teacher made no appearance in the cafeteria - which made no sense to him since they couldn't know of his teacher - Spearhead exited the room with utter frustration, and continued his almost never-ending search.

Another room was the Infirmary, which, as well, had no sign of the colonel's teacher. This other room, similarly to the cafeteria, was thriving with many species never seen before on Narconeia, though most were more human than animal. From what it appeared, there was some sort of a deadly battle between a few fighters since many were severely injured and unconcious. The blue ceramic floor was stained with large amounts of blood, which was a gruesome sight to see even for Spearhead. What the hell did they do that caused such a mess, he wondered, but the question was ignored when he learned that his teacher was not in the infirmary as well. Thus, he eited the room and attempted to stay calm under his stressed behaviour.

There was, however, one room which caught the colonel's eye. It was intriguing to see because, unlike all the doors he passed by, this one had no label on it. I wonder what could be behind this door. Maybe my so-called 'teacher' is in here. With a relieving thought stuck in his mind, he quickly opened the door and walked straight in without thinking twice. He soon regretted doing so after realizing that the room was pitch black inside with no way to see where he stood. The door closed behind him, with Spearhead chasing after the door to stop it from trapping the darkness in which he stood, but the door appeared to have literally vanish; there was no sign of a door ever being where it once existed. Why do I get the feeling that this sort of deja vu won't end with this one?

[Zorolo]

OoC: Good post. Now then, time for you to meet your teacher.

BiC: "GOD DAMMIT!" Monroe yelled as he kicked the power supply and the generator started to rev again, turning on the auxiliary lights turned on. The beeping sound of the sirens blared through the halls of the military base. "Dammit Zorlo, I told you not to pull that switch," Monroe stated as he placed a screw driver in his mouth and began to tinker with the generator. "They're eating the electricity. I can barely keep the auxiliary lights on. Anyway, are you sure that that kid can handle this."

Zorlo laughed as he looked at Monroe. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Despite your little experiments getting free, I think this warrior shall be fine. Anyway, this will settle our bet."

"All right. So, however far he gets into the complex depends on whom teaches him?"

"Yes. If he gets to the organic area where I've been testing out the breeding of animals of differing climates to see what kind of creatures can be formed," Zorlo said with a confident smile.

"And if he gets to the genetics complex where I've been splicing the genes of monsters I've captured..."

"Then if he survives the test, whomever's area he's in gets to teach him!" the two finished in unison as they made off to their areas.

OoC: Assignment Time:

Now then, I leave it to you to decide whom you want to teach Spearhead. He'll find a split path. The left leads to where Zorlo is, the right to where Monroe is. The paths are both littered with dangerous animals, and one superior to the rest in the last room that will lock itself off from the rest of the complex when Spearhead arrives. End your post with him killing the Alpha Beast of either area. 700 word minimum.

[Spearhead]

OoC: I AM SO HAPPY THIS IS UP! Sorry for the wait, but it's finally up! However, there are some problems with the action part, but I hope you can help with that. I was never really good with action in writing.

BiC: Spearhead knelt down and brushed his hand across the floor. He sniffed his hand and smelled a very bitter smell, disturbed by the presence of what existed in the split paths before him. He stood up and looked beyond both as far as his eyes were able to see. The halls were different in that they were more fitting for any organic life. The halls contained large plants that grew through the cracks of the crumbling brick walls and some insects flew around. It was pretty fitting for whatever the two men were saying that existed beyond what he was able to see. Why did I agree to this?

If he could recall, the two men in the room before were talking about who would train him. They decided to make him complete a task for them - or it seemed so - by defeating the creatures they created with their biological experimentation. He just had to get in the middle of their own mess, which they were lazy to clean up. but what struck him as strange wasn't the mess he was forced to clean up, but rather what the mess was. It's clearly illegal to experiment in mutations in Narconeia after the huge incident in the Daro Mountains. a decade ago. Why would these men bother to do such dangerous experiments after something as bad as that incident had occurred?

Could they be from another world? Everything about this place the colonel was in lead to that conclusion. Many species he had never seen before existed within the Dome, so it could only make sense to believe the thought. However, it was too unrealistic to be true. If Extra Terrestrials were to exist in Narconeia, then the U.P.N. (United Powers of Narconeia) would know about it. Wouldn't they?

But one thing was certainly a good thing. I finally get to kick some ass for once.

He unsheathed his trident and split the blades apart. Turning up the music in his earphones, he walked closer to the left hall and cautiously looked around to spot any enemies. The large plants and tall grass made great cover for anything that relies on sly attacks, but nothing was moving around in them. The adrenaline rush he was experiencing forced his impatience to grow, but he soon noticed many movements in a large group of bushes. The leaves were blown off violently as many creatures sprung out towards the colonel, sounding off their screeches. They were nothing what Spearhead expected them to be. The creatures were about up to his shoulders, with dark brown, scaly skin. They appeared to be a mix between a praying mantis and a bird, bearing a bird's wings and the claws of a praying mantis. The body was covered in small patches of hair, and the head was basically just a beak; it had no eyes, no nose, no face whatsoever. It was a grotesque sight, but it only meant that they would be interesting to fight.

"Hey, over here!" Spearhead called out.

The creatures heard this and turned their attention towards the colonel. They shrieked out loud to announce their assault on the soldier as many were pushing and shoving each other aside to get the first bite out of him. There seems to be more than I anticipated, but I don't think that should be a problem.

Changing the music to one of his favourite grunge songs, Spearhead waited for the assault as he banged his head in tune with the music, spinning his weapon to ready his attack. The creatures charged towards the colonel, pushing through all the thick shrubbery and passed each other. The colonel was about to strike with his weapon fully charged, but when the first attack came from one of the beasts he had no choice but to step forward and thrust the trident into the beak, shattering it with immmense force. He pushed himself up with his weapon and flew above them all, landing onto the head of another of the grotesque creatures. They gawked at him from below as he balanced upside-down on the end of his weapon, forcing it into the corpse below.

"Is this supposed to be hard?" The colonel muttered. "This isn't hard at all, and they wanted me to take care of this as a test of strength. This is easier than Weapon Sparring in the first year at the W.P.F. Academy!"

He leapt off from the trident and landed on one hand, spinning on that same hand while swiping the blade around him to dispose of monsters in his attack radius. Back on his feet, he spun the trident behind him while moving his head with the beat of the song. So far, so good, Spearhead assured himself. The voices haven't been a nuisance, and it's staying that way. He saw the creatures snarling at him with disdain as they begged for his flesh through their sharp, clenched teeth, while some decided to charge at their prey and bite a chunk of meat from his bones. You aren't going to give up, are you?

There were too many to dispose of in a short amount of time, and the lack of difficulty in killing the brown-scaled, genetic mistakes made waiting for a fight seem in vain. Suddenly Spearhead's right arm started to pulse. He looked at the black flames along his forearm, watching them flash a dim, blue light. The young colonel had the idea that his power wanted out, and it looked like a good idea to get rid of the beasts and stop wasting time. However the idea of doing so might have probably made the colonel feel weak since the creatures weren't so difficult to kill. Spearhead looked up at the monsters who impatiently waited to eat. Looks like my own impatience has no other choice, either.

Spearhead sheathed his trident back, pulling back the blades into one. Standing defensively he clasped his hands together in concentration to collect his energy into his arm. In a short moment the black flames on his right forearm began to pulse faster with every second, his eyes lighting up with the same blue colour, until the flames spread across both arms and his back and were lit with blinding light. In what seemed like a split second the arm had a sharp protrusion of lightning the length of his forearm, like a flat beak of raw energy. Blue lightning shot out from the arm every so often, pushing the creatures back in fear of standing in the path of a streak of the immensely powerful lightning. The colonel unsheathed his trident again and stuck it into the ground, changing the music to something more appropriate for the scenario. Once satisfied, Spearhead held the trident in his left hand as he banged his head to the death metal he heard.

"So," Spearhead called out to the scaley beasts with a raspy voice, as if he were possessed. "Who's hungry?"

Without letting the young officer get ready for the assault, they charged wildly at him with no remorse for the others who got trampled over the rest. Spearhead decided to show the same respect as they did with their merciless onslaught, and so he lunged at the first one he spotted. Swiping his right hand he cut through two of the beasts. An attack came from the left by three, who were soon met with one steel swipe from the mighty trident. In a tornado-like attack, the colonel took out all the creatures around him in a beastly swiftness that pushed back the remaining genetic monstrocities with fear and cowardice. The colonel fought with rage far beyond merciless that spread throughout the hallway as the beasts ran in hiding; it was a rage only belonging to a carnivorous animal when fighting another such beast.

Now that there were only several of them, Spearhead felt that the time was right for what he planned to use for awhile since coming to the Dome to train. He sheathed his weapon and stuck it into the ground, and disipated his lightning blade from his right hand. He switched his music to a lighter metal song, and when a favourite of his started a smirk struck his face as he pulled his trident from the ground and split the blades back into their place. He spun the weapon fast in his hand behind him like the blades of a helicopter, too fast to see clearly, as lightning shot out from his body. Everything in the hall was retreating back to where it first came from, but the colonel wasn't going to let the weak creatures escape so easily. He looked around the hall, and noticed that some streaks of metal were visible through the thick vegetation that grew. Spearhead knew what to do then.

The lightning stopped as the creatures were still running away from the colonel. Spearhead brought his trident infront of him, still dancing in his hand until he forced it to stop. A moment before he initiated his idea, he watched the monsters running away from death, only taunting them from inside his head when he knew well that their retreat was hopeless.

He then threw the weapon from his hand and watched it fly straight to the streak of steel panelling on the wall. Lightning shot across the hall, electrocuting all living things stuck in the storm of raw energy. Spearhead swiped his right hand down and created the electrical blade from before, and charged down the hall to wipe out all the monsters that were now stuck in place, being fried to a crisp. Spearhead struck the first victim in his path, creating a blinding light with the strike, and after that one strike nothing else could be seen. In what appeared to be a short instant, all living things, both animal and plant, were only black patches painted on the florr and walls they were once standing on. Spearhead was the only one standing at the end of the hall, looking at what devastation he caused.

"Wow, that was... unexpected," He looked at his right arm, seeing that it was charred just like the walls and floors, blending in with his black flame tattoos. It smelled like burning wood, or more like wood burned to ashes. He wiped the arm clean with his cloak, adding to the already dark colour of his clothing. "I might need to be careful the next time."

He walked to his weapon, still stuck in the wall, and pulled it out swiftly from the metal panelling. He put it back in its resting place on his back, turned off his MP3 player now that his head was at peace, and carried onward to finish the job.

- - - - -

At what seemed like the end of the hallway was a large, round door, resembling a large bank vault. It was about a meter in thickness, with a diameter of 10 m. It didn't look like it could be opened by hand alone - possibly by a computer system controlled from somewhere nearby - and the door was sealed shut. There was no computer room anywhere around where the colonel stood, so it appeared it was inside. Where can I activate the door from? The colonel was going to start looking for a switch somewhere nearby, but the door just suddenly opened to welcome the young officer. Why do things suddenly open when I turn my back?

Spearhead walked in cautiously, knowing that the door opened not to give him a warm welcoming. The smell, as well, didn't seem to give a happy feeling to the colonel once entering,The room was just like the hallway, bearing similar vegetation and thick shrubery that grew in the previous corridor. It was, however, much thicker and more vast compared to the hallway he fought the beasts in. The only light source appeared to be a giant unlit lightbulb that looked old and unused for a long time. There was little to no light to be able to see beyond the light that emanated from outside the doorway. It was a scary place to be, knowing that anything can happen that goes against nature, but the fact remained that the assignment the colonel was given by the men before must be done. No assignment, no matter how strange or impossible it may seem, mustn't be denied completion. That was Spearhead's philosophy.

The large vault door creaked to alarm Spearhead of its closing, pushing the light back into the room outside. The colonel was halfway into the large room - or so he thought - and knew that it would be futile to try and make it outside before the large metal door locked tight. Regardless of the thought, Spearhead continued to focus on the mission at hand as was to be done.

He walked on the wet, moss-covered ground deeper into the room. He couldn't see much of anything except what was standing about a couple of inches away. The only things that Spearhead could sense was a very sour smell and the sound of rustling bushes. There was, without a doubt, something alive in that room, but knowing wasn't enough. The colonel decided to use a bit of his power to light the room to see a fair distance away from him, and so he lit his tattooed arm with an elecrtical pulse. He moved it around, looking around the limited space to where the light could reach, and only saw what was there before: large, various plants, and the marsh-like ground under his feet. Yet he still heard the movement of a supposed beast in the room, followed by slight, raspy snickering. Spearhead became more anxious to find the creature haunting the room, but his impatience to fight the beast overwhelmed that anxiety. He wanted a challenge, as was promised to him by the men who sent him on this assignment.

Before long, several tails waved in the distance, just outside the lit area. The bushes rustled next to them, giving the impression that the beast hid behind them. The colonel saw this as a chance to strike first, so he mindlessly shot out bursts of lightning at the bushes, ripping the leaves off and burning them asunder. Painful screeching came in response, and the creature moved to a safer place to recover. Spearhead tried to follow it, but it escaped his vision. At that same moment, the lights turned on, lighting up the entire room.

The colonel rubbed his eyes to adjust his vision to the bright environment. He continued hearing the movement of the beast and the snickering, which began sounding much more violent. The fear and excitement building up inside him formed the voices in his head, beginning to irritate him, so the colonel quickly turned on his MP3 to something loud and aggresive to counter the effects.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, his eyes showed him the source of the sounds only a couple of feet away from him, slithering around in one spot on its multiple tails. It was a strange beast, moreso than the small creatures the colonel fought in the corridors. It had the same claws as the smaller ones, but its beak was longer and narrower, opening up into equal quarters. It's scales were more green than brown, still containing the brown colour of the others, and instead of legs it had about eight or nine tentacles that help the monster move on the ground in the same fashion as an octopus in water. Another distinct feature was half of its body clad in metal plating, which caught the colonel's attention quickly. He knew that there was an effectve weakness he could use against the monster.

The beast struck Spearhead with one of its sharp claws, almost catching Spearhead off-guard when he barely avoided the sweep. The claw stuck firmly in the ground, Spearhead took out his trident and jabbed it deep into the flesh of the arm, ripping the weapon out swiftly to rip out most of its flesh. The creature screeched in pain, forcing its bloody claw out of the marshy ground, yet Spearhead gave it no chance to fight back. It leapt onto the damaged claw, lunging at the other one with his weapon held at the ready to strike.

Seeing this, the beast reacted rather intelligently, moreso than the colonel had anticipated. It swung its tentacles around and knocked the colonel to the side, pinning him to the wall aggresively. Spearhead tried to break free, however the grip on him was becoming tighter with every movement he made. The monster moved to the helpless colonel and stared at him with its numerous orange eyes, but the uneasy feeling of the staring forced a burst of lightning to shoot out from the colonel's body, forcing back the beast and burning much of the tentacles that held him. The beast let go, dropping Spearhead to the ground, and retreated back into the bushes. Spearhead attempted to follow it with his eyes, but once it escaped back into the vegetation all of the plants began to move, as if the monster was literally all over the place. Where the hell is it, he wondered, unable to find it.

Some of its tentacles stuck out for a moment like living roots, blending in with the background that moved along with it, so the colonel struck it with a lightning bolt. The beast screeched in pain, retreating its tentacles, but it wasn't injured enough to call it back out. Spearhead didn't know what to do, so he started shooting bolts of lightning randomly all around the room. Some hit according to the beast's reaction, others missed, and several strikes only hurt it slightly. Spearhead was quickly losing his strength from the use of his attacks, but the loud music and the rush of adrenaline took his mind off it.However, the colonel soon became tired after using too much of his power to call back the monster, but it was still moving around, circling its prey like a vulture would do in the air over their own.

"Damn it, come out already!" Spearhead shouted demandingly, stomping his foot to let out his anger more aggresively. Hearing the soft ground under his foot, Spearhead looked down and saw the wet grass. He looked around, and saw the entire ground covered in it. Seeing this, an idea spawned in his head. Maybe it could work...

Spearhead collected a bit more energy in his body, his eyes lighting up in their bright, blue colour. Clasping his hands together, streaks of lightning collected into a ball of raw power in Spearhead's hands as he slowly pulled them apart. Suddenly lightning stopped shooting out, and the colonel closed his right hand into a fist, holding the once collected ball of power that was in his hands now in his tattooed arm. He raised his fist in the air and was ready to strike the ground, but the monster suddenly leapt out into the clearing and charged at Spearhead with full force, knocking the colonel back and stopping his attack on the creature.

The power in the colonel's arm burned inside with tremendous heat, severely injuring Spearhead. The strength of the heat was hard to bear, making it difficult to stand up and defend himself. The monster charged once more, mouth opened to eat the colonel and end the fight with a hearty meal, but Spearhead saw it as anything but his end.

"I'd rather be burned alive then lose my dignity, not complete the mission, and be eaten by something as ugly as you!"

As the beast came close enough to feast on the colonel, he attempted to punch it in the mouth, but the beast closed its beak shut, swallowing the colonel up. It let out a cry of pleasure, finally eating its prey after enduring much pain in the process. It was finally over, and the beast was satisfied with its meal.

However, the meal ended in a very bad case of heartburn for the beast, its chest area burning up inside. The pain followed with a light emanating from the beast's chest, growing brighter until beams of light started to shoot out. The pain slowly grew stronger and more severe, irritating the creature. It wriggled in pain, suffering in the process, until the chest ripped open and the light blasted out. The creature cried in pain, moving around and hitting itself into the walls to fight back the pain, but it was too much to bear and the monster fell to the ground, no bit of life inside it.

Then a hand stuck out from the chest, covered in green fluid. It pulled out a body from the dead creature, also covered in the green fluid. The colonel stood up on top of the beast, but fell from the lack of energy to do so. He attempted to push himself up with his trident, using it to aid him in standing, as he greeted a shadow that stood under a tree nearby.

"So, is that all you have?"

OoC: Damn, is that long! That has to be over the 700 word mark, no doubt.

[Zorolo]

That post... was... astounding! Great job. A few small errors, but things that can be overlooked. Anyway, moving on.

BiC: The Aura Master couldn't lie: he was impressed. This guy was rather good, although not too good to avoid needing help. The green haired man stepped out of the shadows of the tree he was standing under and rested his right forearm on the handle of Apollo as he looked at Spearhead. "I am Zorlo, the Aura Master and Fencer of Tasogare, and it is nice to meet you, Spearhead. I'll be your teacher here at the Dome," Zorlo said with a smile as he extended his hand.

OoC: Assignment Time:

Time for Zorlo to explain what was going on. Namely involving the Dome. Z will answer any questions that Spearhead has about the Dome and teachers and that stuff but will avoid subjects of himself and the experiments. After a little while, the fencer will suddenly have to leave and send Spearhead to find a room called the Necrol. End your post with Spearhead finding said door and you describing it. 700 word minimum.