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Ahh, teleportation, how Ranavos was oh so familiar with it. He didn't know what was going on in the bar in the past few minutes, in fact, he was practically day dreaming. It wasn't uncommon for the Lich to fall into a trance randomly, Tuuro had seen it happen many times in the past.

Now he was within Crystalsong Forest. Ranavos had snapped out of his trance, teased by the sense of Magic in the air. Desperately looking around, he wanted to feed his addiction, he wanted-

"Nika?" His voice was soft when he mentioned her name, but then his eyes set upon the abomination known as Inzema more or less standing near her. The Lich clenched his armoured fist and let out a guttural growl. Glowing blue eye locked onto the Forsaken rogue, magic charging around his hands, the runes of 'Lightning' and 'Direct' on his gauntlets were glowing greatly.

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Qarosimae adjusted her glasses calmly, smoothing the simple braid in her hair. Teleportation was as commonplace for her as walking, so the disorientation that most people experienced did not happen to her. She took a quick glance about, looking for evidence of the creature, and found none, though she did notice Nika and Inzema standing apart from the group, in the open. She sighed and flicked her sword, the flames ceasing to exist as she sheathed her sword. Inzema's appearance was probably going to mean trouble...

She offered a hand to Micael. "Good to fight with you."

Inzema saw the gathering energies before they engulfed him and Nika, exactly what he had been hoping to avoid. He muttered to himself as he rematerialized in Crystalsong forest. Ikai warned him of a build up in magical energies behind him, and he turned to see Ranavos charging some sort of attack on his arm. A sudden gust of wind blew his hood off his head, revealing his pale skin, goggles, and trademark mohawk. Inzema cursed his luck and stick his hands in his pockets, waiting to see what Ranavos would do.

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Micael landed sideways with a thug, still holding the wailing bartender. He rolled her off and quickly assessed she was fine, just startled. Looking at Q, he spoke to her in what was actually impressive Thalassian for a human, clearly SI:7 training. "You okay? What was that?" No sooner had the words gotten out of his mouth had he heard Ranavos, and followed his gaze to the two foresaken. So, Nika had been listening, and Ranavos was going to blast her sky high. Actually, Micael thought, how would that help anything? Last time he had spoken to Nika they had agreed that next time they met they would most likely try to kill each other, but he saw no reason to prolong the violence.

And yet Evellin had made a good point. Nika was a violent criminal, a double agent, and for all Micael knew, she had killed Porter. Hell, the Pandarian they had been tracking was believed to have had ties to the Grim, for all Micael knew Nika had been the one who slipped the intel on them. Something had to be done. "Nika?" He asked quietly, as he began walking towards her. "Porter's dead. Killed by a Grim associate. Did you kill him? It doesn't matter. For all the pain you've caused... For all the lives you've stolen... For the betrayals, the manipulation, the lying, the treason, and for suspicion of involvement in the death of Mack Porter, I'm not letting you get away."

He sounded furious, a bad state for a Paladin to be in, as emotion made them closer to the Light. "Porter was your father, Nika. He loved you like his own. He stuck his neck out for you, and you betrayed him for a lunatic rapist who butchered innocent girls. He was your father, not Venedict!"

And even as he roared in anger at her, he prayed, a prayer he rarely used because it allowed him to tap into a part of himself he didn't like, the part that killed. Each Paladin is taught a variety of Prayers, but for Micael, this was the most powerful he had, a prayer he had only used twice.

And here I am again

Alone and unafraid, standing against the tempest

Light grant me strength to bring justice to the damned

For I am the guardian of the good

The fire that burns against the cold of evil

The pale sword in the darkest nights

Deliver my blow with righteousness

To wound the wicked who kill the innocent

Allow me to stop Nika before she hurts more people

Do not let me fail

Micael still had mercy for Nika. The last lines would not normally say wound, but rather slay. It didn't matter, even if she survived she was going to hate her decision to betray the alliance. His hands began to glow, but not like they normally did. The world seemed darker, and one would realize Light particles were bending towards his hands. For a moment the sounds in the forest stopped, and those present could hear their heartbeats, their lungs, their stomachs, everything that was normally unheard was heard.

And then Micael fired, a beam of dazzling bright light, blinding to the eyes, yet beautiful and terrible at the same time flew at Nika at impossible speeds, causing Goerin's feet to dig in to the dirt and with it, Nika would hear the voices of dozens of souls she had taken, people who knew her, and people who loved her, with one voice, Porters, being the clearest: "You were my daughter, and you betrayed me for the evil I died trying to save this world from... That's what truly killed me."

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The gnome, Liffle Jabberlittle, appeared before the conglomeration gathered and poised beneath the magical city, suddenly. Holding out both of her hands, guarding the one named Micael and the one named Nika from obliterating themselves. A wave of holy energy washed over all that stood there.

"Stop!" She told them. "Micael and Nika, this is going to end badly for everyone, if you continue to suffer as you do so, now. This bickering over petty betrayals does not end well." She gave each of them a moment to gather their thoughts and their true intentions towards one another. "You humans cannot get enough of yourselves, the more you fight and bicker, the more your petty Alliance suffers. You cannot see two inches past your noses and I forgive you, because you ARE a sub-race after all, but that is beside the point! What I am trying to say is that I am from the future and do you know what I see!? I see the humans standing on the side of the Horde, befriending orcs! Is that what you want!? Is that what you really want, to stand next to an orc or... even a forsaken, like this one... as allies!?" She adjusted her goggles, making special note of the undead one's particularly shiney and sophisticated-if-outdated HUD-based information-retrival standard bi-focals. She pointed at the forsaken, "Him!?"

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For once in a very long time, Inzema was worried. He moved before he had time to think, stepping in front of Nika and shielding her with his body. As the defensive energy had been directed at Nika, the wave of holy energy crashed into him, shredding his cloak and burning his flesh where it was exposed. Cracks formed in his armor, his coat billowing open, and a pair of the flasks on his bandoliers ruptured, spilling fluids on his chest, on the old tattered tabard he wore.

Inzema hissed, the burned flesh visibly healing, fully restored within seconds. "That stung."

Qarosimae glared at the newcomer. "You say that like it is a bad thing."

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Nika stood frozen as Micael turned to face her, and steadily approached. But she didn't look afraid. Nor did she look hateful, or angry. She looked heartsick. Defeated. As he began to levy his accusations at her, her expression seemed to only dim.

Porter's dead. Did you kill him?

For a brief moment in time, she thought of denying it. Of protesting that she didn't kill Porter. She'd never kill Porter. She loved him, and she felt his loss as keenly as anyone.

But she couldn't deny it, because in that moment, she realized it was true. She did kill him. Maybe not Mack Porter, himself. But others like him. Too many others. Someone else's father. Someone else's husband. Their best friend, or wife, or child. She killed what Mack Porter represented, many times over. And for what? Not even for something important or anything she believed in. Not to protect those she cared about. Not to stand up for any personal conviction. Nothing but petty spite, and revenge.

Her eyes fixed on Micael's as he began his prayer, and a tear slipped down her face. I'm sorry.. The words were silent, barely formed on her lips. They reflected more in her eyes. Do it.. end it..

Her eyes closed in something akin to relief, and hope, as the Light shot towards her. In that moment, there wasn't even fear. She seemed to lean forward, towards the blast of energy. Hoping, finally, for a chance at peace. She had thought many times of finishing it, herself. But she knew she didn't deserve even that.

Even though her closed eyes, the Light was blinding. And then she felt herself jostled, as Inzema suddenly stepped in front of her and took the direct hit. Her eyes flew open. "NO! Inzema!!" She felt a surge of emotions- fear and worry for him. Anguish and disappointment that her chance was taken- that it wasn't her. She tried to catch him as he fell back, hissing.. then blinked at him as he recovered. "Take Q and get out of here!" She whispered urgently to him.. then looked at Micael again, her expression wounded.

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Evellin watched the display dimly, uncertain of what to do. Dark magic danced at her fingertips as her other hand reached up to shield her face from the blast of Light channeled by that brutal drunkard of a paladin. She considered dragging Nika out of the way with magic, thinking that it was doubtful anyone in this situation wanted that outcome, but Inzema stepped forward first, and the Death Knight arched a brow.

Her brief impression was shattered by the fact that the rapist's apparent display of heroism was nothing more than a passing discomfort, his body healed almost instantly. No heroism at all, then, when the evidently Light-proof cannibal knew it wouldn't be a problem.

Eve lowered her hand with a snort. "Are we quite finished?"

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Ranavos hissed in agony at the sudden, bright display of Light. He lost the focus on his spell and canceled it, placing his hand over his eyes. The Holy light had caught him off guard again, temporary blinding him and burning him slightly, the damage was reduced due to the numerous protection runes on his armour, but it didn't repel all of it. Ranavos knelt to the ground, waiting to recover from his injuries. Nikas voice found their way to him.

"Take Q and get out of here!"

He cursed. Nika was going to run off with murders and rapists yet again.

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Despite their lack of morals, Liffle decided to take control of the situation. One simple direction would change the outcome entirely. Despite being almost completely ignored, and considered insignificant in 'light' of the seemingly grandiose adjugations of said and former non-chalant dictatorial diatribes, placement of immediate subjugation of said apperendi to engage in counter-stoicicity of interminable flux and relapse, transferred objugation through meticulous cavernous calculations, resulting in miscalculation and sub-standard temporal modification. Aptitudal inquires into the sub-matrix processing central modulation unitoid proved obsequious, therefore termitated of said programmable input.

"Is anyone even listening to me!? I am from the future! Hello!? Plot-point adequate?!" Said the gnome.

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Blood...

It followed the curves of the blade, an exotic blade rarely seen, if not never, in these times. A blade that makes the user's arm become the weapon itself, a tonfa with a large blade.

The teleportation spell was no surprise to him, it was something quite common when both the horde and the alliance came to use Dalaran as it main base of operation in Northrend, but it gave him the opportunity to vanish into the shadows. (Oh sweet sweet shadow, it has been too long since the last. It time to bring out the ladies). The "threesome couple" and some others were all present down here it seemed, with more tension as they noticed an other woman. (Some ex conflict or something) Voices were rising among them, a fight was inbound... there was no denying it, and so he stayed in the shadow. Then suddenly the blast of light occurred in the middle of the fray. Luckily there was some individuals in front of him who covered him the distraction he needed.

And there he was now, with his right arm extended to the shoulder of an other, immobile.. emotionless.. The undead one had just stabbed Nika.

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"Not...without...y-" Inzema's words trailed off as he vomited grey-red blood. Inzema dropped to one knee, seeming to be unable to hold himself up anymore. His cheeks were gaunt where seconds before they had been normal. Inzema tried to ping Ikai to get him away and met nothing but static, the blast having disrupted the connection between his goggles and the AI.

Qarosomae moved to place herself between the members of the Alliance and Nika and Inzema. Arcane energy began to form visibly in her hands. "Was that necessary?"

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Nika looked at Inzema in alarm when he began vomiting and fell to one knee. She was unsure what was happening to him, and could only assume it was some sort of reaction to the blast of magic Micael had sent their way. She knelt down next to him, her arm still protectively around his shoulder as Qarosimae stepped between them and the others. She looked up at the mage, and the others beyond her- including the strange little gnome who was shouting and trying to get their attention.

The sudden impact from the hidden forsaken caused her to fall to one side. For a brief instant, she thought she had been punched in the back of the shoulder blade. Drawing a quick breath of surprise caused an intense burning in the back of her shoulder, and she could feel the trickle of blood start down her back, beneath her shirt. Stunned, and turned to look over her shoulder at who had stabbed her.

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Liffle took the advantage at the forsaken's weakened state to start attacking him indiscriminately, charging smite after smite, at the mere fact that the unfortunate individual was in fact, forsaken.

How unfortunate.

Despite begin from the future, she did know how to have a good time, and that would be the slaying of riffraff.

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To say Micael was pissed would be an understatement. So many nights Nika had slept in his bed, he literally could have grabbed Jon's shotgun, killed her, and went back to sleep, or even just blow her away with the Light. He was pissed that she wouldn't answer him, that she left, but it was more than that. Micael and Porter had risked everything for Nika. Their lives, their pensions, their reputations. If they had been caught with knowledge of her... Porter's family was put at risk. He looked at her like she was insane. What would Porter say to her? She was defending a know rapist, a cannibal, a murderer! She had betrayed the Alliance for the Horde, for the Foresaken!

Once again Micael began to pray, his hand sucking in particles of Light to blast Nika into the next world. But his anger wasn't it. This time the blast was stronger because a second emotion was surfacing. Micael was hurt. He was hurt that she had abandoned them, that she had changed sides, that she had made the world a more dangerous place. She was an SI:7 agent who was working for the other side, gods know what intelligence she could have passed. His heart was broken, and thats why the monstrous blast of light that fired out of his hand rocketed towards Nika and Inzema, because Micael was sick of the pain, and this might just end it all.

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Evellin stepped back further as Micael prepared for another blast. Apparently they were not ready. An elf, a gnome, that rapist and Nika would be caught in this blast, but what was a Death Knight to do? The paladin was maddened by grief, and she wasn't about to intercept his anger.

So she shielded her eyes again, preparing for a serious fight, as Micael's lightshow was surely a beacon telling any nasty creatures within a few miles exactly where they were. Eve's free hand gripped her sword and she hesitated, wary, almost nervous, not certain what she would see once the light faded from view.

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Ranavos was still blinded. He patted his head and felt for his goggles then slid them on in case the trigger happy Paladin decided to create another light show, but for now, the lich fumbled around blindly.

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The pain from the stab wound in the back of her shoulder spread down her arm, and with each breath she took she could feel the sharp pain deep inside her back. The back of her shirt steadily began to grow wet and cling to her skin as she watched Jabberlittle step forward and raise her hands to send a blast of energy at Inzema. Her lips peeled back and she snarled at the gnome, and the look in her eyes was murder. Micael could see it. They all could see it. If Nika was armed and not currently injured and supporting Inzema's weight, she would kill the gnome where she stood. In that moment it was abundantly clear that she had changed. There was still some part of the old Nika in there, somewhere. But she was too far gone. She had seen too much- done too much harm, and it had caused irreversible damage to her mind and spirit.

She pushed Inzema back behind her as he vomited, looking back to Micael again. She could see the rage and grief in his face.. the energy he gathered in his hands. As he prepared to unleash the energy, She gathered her legs beneath her and bolted forward, skirting to the side of Qarosimae and attempting to meet the blast of holy energy head on.

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Inzema reached for Nika as she moved away, but failed, Nika being too quick for him. As she moved forward, Qarosimae released the channeled spell, and suddenly there were four of her. One grabbed for Nika, one moved to defend Inzema from the gnome from the future, and the last two interposed themselves as best they could between Micael and the others.

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Like any know healer would know, the power of her smites would do little to nothing against the forsaken, and Liffle understood this and began moving further away, in an attempt to activate an invisibility field.

Once activated, she finally began to gather her wits having never assessed the present situation beforehand. She simply re-activated her timing node with a few quick codes to her goggles. Within seconds she appeared an hour earlier, just outside of the of the western entrance to the Ledger, carrying an X42 colt pistol extrapolater and a wide-brim hat.

...

She would simply have to wait for a more opportune time to attack the poor entorage!

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"Shhlurphh"

(How boring...) Things were going more into an open fight, and such things had little fun in it. (I knew I should had went for the lady in plate armor!) The paladin was about to come all over everyone with some light.. (silly human) and the gnome was already spitting some over that other undead. The forsaken kicked Nika off in front, removing the edge of the blade off her shoulder, and took a few steps back. (Too many magic users) It was time to back out and watch. He sheathed his tonfa on his back and with his left hand he "grabbed" the air just over him. As he pulled his arm down and around him, a mist of shadow appeared and covered his body. The forsaken kept moving backward, slowly fading out of sight.

It wouldn't be long until the poison that coated the blade takes effect on the woman. Hallucination, illusions of her worst nightmares.

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The enormous blast hit Nika like a massive hand, sending her sprawling before Q could grab her, and pushing everyone else away. Her clothes would be instantly shredded up, no 3" patch without a nice sized cut. Her intestines would feel like they're on fire, and several bones would be broken. Her lung would collapse, and she would verge on full blown heart failure. But she would probably live. She might walk with a limp, she might be paralyzed, she might be killed, she might be fine, she might have scars, but she would probably live. And as her bones broke, she began to bleed internally. The gashes on her flesh were deep, but nothing Micael couldn't fix. If he chose to.

And her soul was somewhere else. She would wake up in a white room, everything white, sitting at a white oak table with an older man drinking a cup of coffee and eating a purple muffin. Mack Porter would look at her, saying nothing, just staring, for what would seem like hours. Then he'd speak. "So, you're sleeping with a cannibalistic murdering rapist... Damn, you haven't changed a bit, Nika, always doing crazy stuff. And yet things kinda did change. I'm dead for one. Thanks for that, I assume you're aware it was one of your friends that killed me? My family got one hell of an insurance check though, so thanks for that..."

"Nika, I'm not mad at you... But I'm disappointed. I loved you, and you betrayed us all. You became a monster, the same monsters you once swore to destroy. And now Micael's attack is rending your body to bits, and I'm here as an agent of the Light for the sole reason that I have a mission. Either redeem your soul, or destroy you so you can't hurt any more innocent people. Because you're going to be taken. Micael is going to take you, maybe Inzema too. I think he wants Inzema the most, strip him of Ikai, yes, the afterlife lets me know about Ikai, and ultimately he will be tortured, just like you might."

"But, the good thing about this attack, is that you and I, we have all the time in the world. No, seriously, you're not on Azeroth anymore, you're in another world. So..." He produced another muffin and cup of coffee. "Talk. I deserve some answers before Micael either tears your soul out or just leaves you shredded and in a cell."

Micael was sprinting, watching as Nika was beaten mercilessly by the Light, moving for Inzema, knowing neither Q nor the Undead could help her at this moment. Getting to where his injured mowhawked enemy was, he threw a monstrous right hook, his hand sparkling with the Light. Nika was effectively his already, but he wanted justice for Inzema's crimes too.

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Qarosimae's failure to defend Nika distracted her enough that it allowed Micael to get past her and deliver an uppercut to the slowly recovering Inzema. The world seemed to slow as the paladin sent her long time compatriot down onto his back. The fire within her exploded, both metaphorically and literally, flames leaping from her very body, wings of flame forming about her. "Vicious, cowardly, arrogant Light-wielder, fight someone who can defend themselves, if you dare!" Her sword sprung from its sheath as she charged forward, leaving a trail of scorched and blackened earth in her wake. She aimed her two-handed charge at Micael's back, fully intent on skewering him there unless he turned around.

As Inzema hit the ground, he watched the sky spin around him. Dazed as he was, he was having trouble making sense of things. He felt his stomach repairing itself after the blast of light had ruptured it. He considered to himself how long it had been since he had taken an entirely unmitigated hit like that. Or an entirely unmitigated hit at all. Due to his agility, he was pretty good at minimizing the hits, dodging, rolling with, or whatever. It had been a while. As he was pondering it, the heads-up display came back online, Ikai's face reappearing in his view. "Hey, doll, how long has it been since I took a good hit square like that?" he said, not having the sense to subvocalize. The worry on Ikai's face said it all, really. The diagnostics the AI ran on Inzema noted a crack in his jaw and a severely depleted body mass and lowered vital signs. Inzema considered the potions he had available on his bandoliers, but couldn't find the ability to move his arms at the moment, so he continued to stare skyward. [Activate emergency recall? Y/N?] Ikai prompted. Inzema rolled his head to one side, looking at Nika's inert body. Something was seriously wrong with her aura, and she was injured. "Is Nika's beacon still active?" [beacon on Nika Davies responds, but may be damaged. Teleportation risky. Chance of failure 37%. Chance of failure being lethal 32%. Based on odds, recommend against recovery.] "Not acceptable, doll. I'm not leaving her with these animals." Inzema realized how silly that sounded as soon as he said it, and Ikai decided that it was best not to point out the hypocrisy.

"Load a new beacon onto a rocket in place of a warhead. Target her. Fire when ready." Inzema felt his right bracer shift, the launcher revealing itself from beneath a section of dark metal. It was simple enough, merely a device to generate a miniature portal for a rocket to emerge from, launched by the automated weapons systems in his home base.

[Warhead replaced. Missile ready. Firing.] The rocket, about the length of a hand, streaked out of the portal and immediately arced upward.

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Evellin lowered her hand with a growl, eyes and uncovered flesh stinging from the proximity of the Light. Micael's manifested rage and clear disregard for his undead companions was starting to really hit a nerve. A lousy drunk, a lousy paladin, no different than the rest...

Her vision re-focused right as Micael lunged forward to deliver a blow to the rapist, and the elf engaged in combat with him. Ranavos was somewhere beside Eve, and Nika... Nika was down.

The Death Knight sucked in her cheeks for a moment, brow furrowed deeply. Too many thoughts rushed through her head- is she dead, then? The body's still there, if the body's still there, there's a chance someone's going to do something with it- the ex-pirate huffed, one hand still gripped firmly on her sword, the other curled beside her- can't trust it with a rapist, or a paladin, or a spawn of Venedict. If she's dead, she deserves a measure of peace, anyway.

Eve had never been one for torture. Let any corpse lie, let a broken body recover... neither the deaders nor the paladin would offer that. Nika... was her friend, once. Misguided as she'd become, warped first by the Seventy Third, then the Grim... she'd made her choices... but who was a Death Knight to say anyone was beyond redemption?

Either way, her once-friend would not become a tool, a prisoner, a pawn or a plaything for any of them, any longer.

Evellin extended her hand, violet tendrils shooting out towards the fallen woman with the intent to drag her out of the continuing conflict.

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The secret to covert operations, or rather why their operators were so elite, was that they often had to think at a higher level. That is what Micael Goerin had to do now. He needed to think with a certain level of clarity. There were six issues he could identify. One was Evellin, who was now going to take possession of Nika, who Micael knew was essentially a hairline away from death. Custody of her body was a low priority. The second was the rocket, which was locked on to Nika. As she was dragged towards Eve it would go towards Eve as well. This, coupled with the fact that Eve couldn't take Nika to Acherus, or move her in any idea Micael could think of, made this a low priority. Together those two threats could work themselves out.

The third was Ranavos. Ranavos was on Micael's side, and if he would stop being a sissy, he could help Micael get out of trouble. He was an important piece to the puzzle, if Micael could get him to open a portal. Fourth, was the Gnome. She was a wildcard, but Micael's training was to utilize wildcards, to use them. He needed her to assault Q, who was issue five. Her assault on him needed to be priority one, along with Inzema, issue six. He needed to simultaneously continue assaulting Inzema to keep up the stress, as well as defend against the attack to his rear, which he had first seen through Inzema's goggles. But first he needed to issue orders.

"Future Gnome! Attack this Elf! Ranavos, give me a portal!"

Most people don't find being impaled on a sword to be fun. Micael was inclined to agree. Drawing his knife with his left hand, he barely parried the sword (which sliced his arm slightly), losing his balance and falling on Inzema, who he elected to drive a rather hard elbow towards the face, hopefully he'd nail the goggles and break this damn Ikai thing. Right now he needed to hold off Q until the Gnome could engage. Raising his hand, he sent a blast of Light, not strong like the ones that had beaten up Nika, but it wouldn't be fun.

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