Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170907230421/@comment-26892768-20170908132414

"Justice doesn't need to play-"

Cue Slagguron emerging from the ground several hundred feet away.

"...That's not part of the plan..."

The Piraka gape at Slagguron. Then the Fifth emerges.

"Why hello there~" The Fifth grins.

"Who...are you?" Zaktan steps back.

''"The Fifth." ''The Fifth replies. "Now, to the point..."

She raises an arm. Suddenly, Avak finds himself enveloped in rock, boulders floating ominously over his head.

''"One hit, and all those cages will disappear. I doubt those heroes would be very pleased with you." ''The Fifth's grin twists into a smirk. "However we can take care of them. After all - Slagguron and I are part of the Red Army. We were sent to eliminate these heroes. And we are far more qualified. So, all you have to do is gather all those cages in one place, allowing Slagguron to crush them all, and I'll let you live."

Zaktan is still, thinking. On one hand, he could live to see another day. It was what he lived for, after all. But on the other hand...it was nice to have someone to trust. Someone who understood his struggles with keeping his subordinates in line. He actually likes working under the Enchantress. And that is enough to make him think-

Zaktan only feels the cold metal for a split second before the lava engulfs him. He screams in agony as lava falls, burning his protodites and leaving nothing but ashes. Behind the ashes is Hakann, his lava launcher pointed at where Zaktan's head once was.

"No one will recognize his remains." Hakann's face is twisted into a cruel grin. "Avak, do as she says."

The rock falls off of Avak. He sighs in relief, and then begins to focus. The cages begin to move closer.

The Fifth raises an eyebrow. "Hmmm...perhaps..."

She starts walking over, casually slashing a few of her fingers with her claws. They start to bleed green. "...You deserve a place in the Red Army..."