Michael P Crusnik: The Middle of London
Michael was enjoying his boost of power thanks to the queens killing fields when he heard her last words before she passes out. "Go to hell Michael."
At any other time he would have laughed off her words however Malia released a her last burst of power. He couldn't decide if it was in a attempt to kill him or simply a defensive measure, regardless that question was the least of his worries. "Oh Shit!!! Help Me...... Lefty!!"
Michael yelled out in a panic being already too familiar with the poisonous Gas. The reaper was normally cool and collected with a majorly powerful carefree attitude. Still he knew very well how strong its corrosive effect is having seen her kill others with it in the past. He didn't want to see how well his body could stand up to it. With his yell Michael already commanded his shadow to rise up his body and expand outwards in waves to ward off the poison. However this wasn't even enough as it was very quickly eating through the shadow waves. Fortunately Michael's shout also awoken the thing residing in his left hand. " You started this mess Michael, why must i save you?" On Michael's raised left palm a mouth and eyes could be seen opening. Lefty's eyes seemed a midnight black beady yet filled with a old wisdom. The mouth seemed toothless and was quickly pulling in the air around it along with the corrosive cloud. Michael barely managed to relax as the mouth sucked in majority of the poison safely tucking it into his pocket dimension before going to sleep. "call me when needed it." He silently transmitted to Michael before his eyes shut.
A dark look quickly crossed Michael's face as he surveyed the scene around him. There was many things going on at once but Michael's strong mental abilities and judgement made everything clear before his eyes. From Malia, the serine nuance, the watcher, and servant Alexia. Knowing her personality he could easily guess why she was rushing towards them however with the current situation Michael couldn't guarantee her life and she was practically useless to him. All of this nearly instantly crossed Michaels mind as his judgement and perception made the sequence of events seem slow to him. "Return with your potions, alchemy, and antidote for the queens poison. Lastly don't get in my way or get yourself killed here nontron." Michael said directly in Alexia's brain while one of his portals appeared right below her. It deposited Alexia directly in her room clearly assisting her in getting exactly what he wanted.
Michael also realized that the enemy had managed to make use of him blocking his own vision to protect himself from the queens poison.The Serine was already trying to make off with Malia. He had punched through the weakened poison cloud and even turned to shoot off a blast of energy at Michael while he gained some distance on them.
Poison Clouds from his own master. The watcher who apparently thought it smarter to get away from them, and this arrogant yet powerful serine who thought he could get away with Michael's Queen. The reaper rarely felt emotions but this time he was highly amused and also slightly annoyed. This serine would not be allowed to get away with her. Raising both his hands Michael pulls up his own shadow to embrace his self just before the blast hits his location. Empowered by shadows and the power of the night Michael takes of like a arrow let loose from a bow. Half falling in and out of the ground he disappears from view on the far left of his original location only to appear flying from one shadow to kick the Serine in his side.
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