Message from Ishamael

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Two hedgehogs and a fox walked through the throng, looking to get to the center, where they could watch the mass evacuation that was about to occur. Bel'al smiled extra wide-he loved explosions. Sammael was calculating in his head how long it would take for everyone to notice, for everyone to decide to flee, and for the actual fleeing to be over with and the building cleared. That was his cue. As for Ashaes, she was just there as a fail-safe. Ishamael had figured that nothing could actually deal with the three of them together. Except his own high-and-mighty self, that is.

Having achieved the center of the mall, Bal'al shouted at the top of his lungs.

"EV'RYBODY LISTEN UP! MY NAME IS BEL'AL, AND I'M HERE TO MAKE SOME EXPLOSIONS! IF YOU DON'T WANNA BLOW UP, RUN LIKE THE LITTLE B*TCHES YOU ARE!"

With that, he launched into sending bolts around, just a couple to shatter some glass and maybe cause a couple of electrocutions for people who weren't fast enough to dodge lightning. The thought made Bel'al snicker as he shot a few more.

Ashaes giggled. "Oooh, that was mean, Bel'al, she couldn't have been younger than sixtey." Bel'al chuckled back, "Sucks for her even more, then."

By this point, the alarms had gone off, and security was advancing on the three. Sammael spoke up, saying, "Make yourself useful, Ashaes." The girl nodded, chuckled, and began pretending like she was a ballerina, pointing at guards and freezing them in blocks of ice. When the last one was frozen, she leapt into the air, did a little pieruette, and bowed to the guards, who were unable to move anything-even their eyes. "Thank you, thank you, you're all too kind!" She almost collapsed in a fit of giggles.

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Uh...where was he again? Why was it early?...oh yeah, that's right. Saylo had bent the tip of his sword by swinging at a rather demanding hobo, who turned into a rather FAST hobo when he saw his "potential doner" reaching for his sword. In short, Saylo missed and hit the side of a brick building with such force he bent the tip of his beloved sword to the left. This had all happened earlier that night which automatically set Saylo in a bad mood, and the effects of not sleeping for 3 days wasn't making it any better. But that tire was weakness in his eyes, he'd stayed awake longer than that before, it was PROOF he was going soft. Stupid spoiled-rotten civilization.

The black tom was so exhosted he didn't even seem to notice that madness had broken out around him until lightning stuck beside his chair, causing not only a deafening thunder in his overly-sinsitive ears but also creating a force that sent him and his precious coffee slidding across the tile floor of the eatery.

His mismatched eyes opened, dazed, a few moments after. What was that cold thing against his chest and stomach? And why were his ears ringing?

His coffee cup rolled passed, just beyond that a pedestrian running for his life was turned to a pile of ashes.

Oh. Well...how'd he end up down on the floor again?

Grunting, Saylo pushed himself to his knees, closing his eyes and rubbing his throbbing head. Did somebody set off a nuke in his eardrums? Sure felt like it, and the radiation didn't take long to spread through his brain. It felt like someone had driven a white-hot nail through his temple.

"Alright, d*mnit, who's the lucky b*st*rd who gets a *ss kicking this time?" He asked no-one in particular as he pushed himself to a standing position, staggering a step, then was shouldered roughtly to the middle as a group of people rushed by him, and Saylo's not-so-happy glare shifted to Asheas icing random objects, and Del'el shooting lightning everywhere.

...Was it his birthday? He'd always deep down believed that Seigfried would annonomously pull some sort of "birthday prank" that would result in a building collapse and 5 more murders on Fox 5. But as Saylo's sences returned to him, he knew that this wasn't an INTENTIONAL joke.

"Hey you, son-of-a-b*tch with the ugly growth on your shoulders, you spilled my coffee." He shouted analy in Del'el's direction, scowling, "Now come over here so I can kick your *ss and get on with my life."

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All the lighting and ice stopped as Bel'al, Sammael, and Ashaes all turned slowly to face Saylo. Sammael quirked an eyebrow. "He won't go down easy. Have fun, Bel'al."

Bel'al's smirk grew wider. "I intend to."

As he stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, Ashaes jumped in the air and started cheering him on. "Bel-al! Bel-al! Go! Go! Bel-al!"

Bel'al opened the combat. He slowly raised his arm, palm up, with his hand ready to snap his fingers.
-SNAP-
-KABOOM!-
A bolt of lighting shot down his arm and bolted towards Saylo. Ashaes cringed, wondering how crispy the guy would be and if he would then taste good with ketchup, and Sammael looked directly at the cat, waiting to see how well the cat could take the shot. Bel'al wasn't giving it all the juice he could at the time, anyway.

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"Sh*t..."

-BOOM-

Smoke, ash and strips of clothing and chair-legs went flying and bubbling from the spot that the lightning had struck. From the place Saylo had standing.

There was a long pause, and no visible life stiring in the small smoke cloud that had pretty much ingulfed that area of the eatery. However, a bright, blue light flashed briefly against the floating particles, the remaining furnature, and everything else still left standing in that large, high ceiling room. But it didn't come from the same direction as expected.

A wide blast of chaos energy shot straight for Bel'el's back, big enough to engluf him. Saylo's way of saying, "Thanks for the jump-start."

The black cat had teleported the second he had seen the hedgehog's hand move, and unfourtionatly for all of them, Saylo hadn't been quick enough to avoid it. The lightning had struck it's target while Saylo was in mid-teleport, knocking him onto his back in his new-found position in the towering rafters and nearly knocked him off. It would've if he hadn't instinctivly grabed hold of the slanted bar that suspended to the ceiling, holding himself steady with an awkward stance as he panted and yelped, bend over backwards with his feet hanging off his metal-bar of footing.

His eyes had been shut tight and his chest heaving as his heart hammored like a concrete-breaker in his throat. And the stunned feline couldn't stop shaking.

However, as soon as he recovered (which was relativly fast because of the trama his body had been through in his life-time) one could picture how happy he was. His teeth were bared and clinched and his brows twitching in rage, fists clinched and shaking with the strain. They would regreat that shot. He hadn't been joking with what he'd said to Bel'el. And using that electricity that had been surging through his body at the time, he somewhat "super charged" his chaos flash and fired it in a large beam right back at the hedgehog.

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The hedgehog in question blinked, then felt the quills on the back of his neck stand up and whipped around just in time to get chaos in the face.

Sammael nodded sagely as Bel'al went flying, and gestured to Ashaes. She fixed him with a pouting look. "Aww, do I have to?" the fox nodded. "Ishamael put me in charge of you two for now. Just consider yourself lucky Rahvin's not here. You'd be dead for asking."

"Alright, alright, sheesh, tight-*ss." Ashaes looked up at Saylo and smiled brightly. She stood on her tip-toes and bent slightly forward, waving at him. "Hey, mister poofycat, with all your fur in every direction! Did you know you're kinda hott?" Sammael cleared his throat, and Ashaes rolled her eyes. "Not that kind of hot, Sam."

Sammael's eyes narrowed. She knew he hated the name 'Sam.' It made him sound ordinary. All the same, she let him try her thing before chewing her out about it.

Ashaes raised up one hand, straight above her, and said, "I think is time you chilled!" With that, the air around him began to rapidly drop pressure, and the water vapor around Saylo began to solidify to his fur.

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Saylo and wrapped one arm around his aching torso, glaring at Asheas out of the corners of his eyes with an unamused scowl on his face, "Smart*ss..--hey! What the--" He heard the ice cracking around his fur and his first thought was to get way the heck off the rafters. If somehow she turned him to solid ice and he fell...then...it was over.

He waved his arms like a maniack, trying to stirr the particles away from his arms and he leaped to another rafter, nearly falling from his lack of consintration, then dashed along it, waving and flapping every limb he could, like a wet cat trying to shake the water off his paws except Saylo was freaking out just a bit, yelping every couple of brisk steps.

"I think it's about time for you to shut up!" He fired back at last, teeth chattering as he tried desperatly to keep moving. Saylo jumped from the rafter onto a display ledge in the wall, knocking over a flower-pot as big as he was, then droped down onto the deviding wall of the food court, then the ground. He could feel his limbs stiffening, but he had a feeling that this girl was just playing with him. And that's what got under his skin the most. What happened to the good ol' days when women weren't so difficult? You just picked one, married her, and she cleaned up everything and had babies. Seriously, that was just one more thing about this new world Saylo'd found himself in. But Saylo had already been convinced that he'd been taken to Funky-Town a heck of a long time ago. This wasn't so surprising.

"Wrench! Quit it or I'll blast you too!" He threatened. Ah, it would take a little more time to recharge after that attack on whats-his-face. But hey, bluffing was good.

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"Nuh-uh! Not if you can't mo-ooove!" She suddenly ceased the freezing. "See? Now just behave like a good boy and run away like everyone else. You don't want to wind up like Fats' Jacko, here." She nudged a block of ice holding an extremely fat guard.

Sammael scowled. "Just kill him or something."

Bel'al's voice shouted from the small pile of merchandise he was under. "Gladly!" A bolt of lightning shot from him towards Saylo.

Sammael was beginning to get annoyed. "I swear, if he's not gone in..." He looked at his watch. "...two minutes, I'm killing him, then you two."

This struck some fear into Bel'al, but not into Ashaes, who said, "Who do you think you are, Ishamael?"

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((Lol!))

Another hit. Dang this was getting old. Another blow to the abdomen. Another lack of breath from his lungs as the black cat was jolted unmercifully and didn't even notice he was on the ground. Small beams of electricity jumped across his form, and the cat placed a hand on his chest, grimicing, "Ah!" He coughed softly, though it could easily be heard. And at the same time, a mouthful of unexpected blood spilled from the corners of his lips, streaking his dark fur and covering his white teeth in crimison. It's bitterness was a familure taste -- his own blood. It was like suddenly coming face to face with a long, lost friend, on he'd hoped would stay lost. But Saylo's fate was a cruel one, and it would not dare grant such a wish by Saylo's lifestyle.

This time he didn't recover so fast, and there was a long pause before Saylo dragged his trembling body back to it's feet, slouching and looking as though a breath of wind would knock him over. Another spark jumped from his shoulder to his flank. His head was tilted downward as he gasped for breath and spat a bloody woogie. But despite his weezing, a low chuckle came from his throat. Quiet at first from his weakness, but it soon grew in volume as his strength returned and he threw back his head in maddening laughter. It's every tone was laced in sinister humor and it was that kind of laugh those who knew him knew was no good sign. It was that, "I don't care who I kill, but I'm killing something or this whole places goes." type of insanity.

"Ahhh you IDOITS! You have no IDEA what you've gotten yourselves into! Haha!" He cackled like a madman. Somehow or another, Saylo had kept that electricity in his body when it hit, damaging his lung in the process which would explain why there was such a large mouthful of blood. And it burned like wildfire, but pain was no stranger to Saylo. It was his life, it was the only feeling he knew that was "no bull-crap" short and bitter. And he'd learned to turn that so it fueled his own anger,his own determination. Giving in at pain was one instinct Saylo had been forced to fore-fit.

That electricity had been altered to energy during Saylo's little chuckle, and title-waves of hard-blowing air, an aura ingulfed his darkened figure. The same dark, royal blue that was Saylo's typical energy color. The energy built up around his fists, their exit channel. And that same breeze whipped through Saylo's spikey hair, and through his taddered clothing.

"It's been fun, loosers. Have any last words?" He asked loudly over the sound of his own pulsating energy that radiated off this cat in a frightening display of power. It would be his LAST display, so they'd better as heck be scared. This would be all he had left. It was a pitiful excuse in SAylo's eyes. But the poor dude hadn't had sleep in 3 days and had been electrocuted twice.

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Sammael tilted his head. "Just shut up." He caused a fireball to form and explode in front of Saylo. At the same time, Ashaes solidified water vapor above SAylo into a block and tried to drop it on him. Bel'al shot a few more lighting bolts.

Quite an onslought, except the second one Bel'al shot misfired and he screamed in pain.

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Totally unexpected...

A cloud of fire irrupted engulfed Saylo's small form, scorching his skin beyond his thick ebony fur. But he didn't have time to think about the pain of that before something hard and heavy crashed into hus skull and forced him to the ground. And his muscles moved on their own in an almost seizure-like mannor when the volts corsed through his already painful body, unawair of the involuntary scream of pain escaping between his teeth.

It....it wasn't fair. This wasn't supposed to happen! So why did it?! Why?!

These questions stirred memories, unpleasant memories of his training. Memories of confusion, of how he didn't understand why they hated him so. He hadn't done anything, yet they teared and jested and beat and mocked until the sun went down. The hatred that made him tough, that made him cruel and ruthless. The hate that formed Fierceclaw....so where was he now? When Saylo needed him?

The smoke cleared, and Saylo, not realizing he was doing so, heaved his shoulder upward with a painful to knock the block of ice over and off him. To rid himself of it's crushing weight. But the movement apparently irritated something that it shouldn't've, and immediantly a wave of pain shot down Saylo's spine and invoked a coughing spazam. One of his lungs were punchured by a broken rib from the weight of the ice block, both of them flooding with blood and his natural reflex was to cough, and coughed up blood by the mouthfulls. There was an open gash on the top of his head, and burn marks scourged his body leaving several harsh wounds. W-why was he so weak now? He'd trained so hard...

The confusion was more than he could take, it wasn't so much the pain that overwhelmed him. And slowly, Saylo's coughing became weaker, and his head began to lower until his nose was only a few centemeters from the floor, moving up and down slightly as he fought unconciousness.

((Lol! Poor Saylo!))

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A cry rang out through the mall. "My lord!" A large wolf shot through the debris as the echo fell. The mall was evacuated by now.

Siggy darted to his master's side, then looked up. "You will all pay tenfold for this!"

Sammael nodded absently, then turned away and said, "That's nice. Get that thing out of here, it's kinda annoying." He set to burning a message in the floor. 'This city belongs to Ishamael.'

Bel'al stood, his muscles jerking, and Ashaes giggled a "Hi!" to the wolf.

Siegfried glared a bit

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more, then scooped up his liege and took off. He began towards the hospital, hoping for the first time in his life that he ran into Sonic or some other hero on the way.

Ashaes tilted her head. "Anyone else notice something about that wolf?"

Bel'al snickered. "He's ugly as sin?"

Sammael shook his head. "Dead ringer for Rahvin, if the soulless freak had battle scars."

Asheas nodded slowly.