Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171031010905/@comment-26892768-20171101132359

Of course, Blood Stalk is anticipating this. Naturally, as soon as he stops doing the steamy thing, his opponent will stab him, but, of course, his fast reflexes will save him-

No, wait. He wasn't fast enough; constant battle has taken it's toll. And unfortunately, his armor isn't durable enough to take a hit from a blade powered by death. Now he has a blade sticking out of his chest, is bleeding profusely, and is probably going to die in a few moments.

Shit.

'"Blood Stalk!" 'Night Rogue, not caring about his attacker, heads over to his partner. "Hold on, I can-"

'"I have a blade sticking out of my chest, Gentoku. I'm already as good as dead." 'Blood Stalk interrupts. "So stop grieving and get the subject."

"No...no, we can fix this. I can-"

'"Night Rogue, if you were in my position right now, I wouldn't give a shit." 'Blood Stalk remarks. "Follow my hypothetical example, and...get...the..."

As Blood Stalk's strength fades, his transformation disengages. His last act is to turn his gun on himself and open fire.

And now Blood Stalk is dead, his identity still hidden by the burns and scars marring his face - a last act of defiance.

Night Rogue is silent for a moment, before grabbing Blood Stalk's gun and disappearing in a burst of steam.

Barakkas looks at Volcanicus - only for the latter's path to be blocked by four elemental golems.

"We're leaving. Now." The Fifth grabs Barakkas and bolts.

"Intriguing." The Enchantress replies. "This will require investigation. Later."