Training the Heros, Quest.

[Matt]

mooch twitched.

[glacontour]

Ambrose paid no attention to Fraide and tentatively placed a hand on Mooch's shoulder, shaking him gently. Liethell's face stayed blank.
"We fought when we were younger, although nowadays the most battle time we get is whenever a town runs us out because of Ambrose. Am I to expect more battles like these...?"

[Shaoraia]

Fraide erupted into laughter. "Like these? No it only gets worse from here on out!" He announce loudly throuhg his laughter. He shook his head and glanced at Mooch. "Everything Get worse from now on if the endlings are here then the situation is getting worse stronger and stonrger we just took down a stardardized tank, if there was a captian here we might've lost the city. Honestly I think we got lucky." He walked over and tapped Mooch's face with his foot.

[Matt]

Mooch coughed and opened his eyes. Staring at the sole of Fraides perfect foot. "Eww..." Mooch muttered as he slapped the leg of his perfect freind.

[glacontour]

Liethell went by Ambrose's side, with the demon seeming fairly interested in the robotic side of Mooch, prodding him here and there, as Liet spoke.
"One last question...Why did you call us here for such intense battles if we're only a human medic and a healing demon?"

[Shaoraia]

Fraide looked over to the two and sighed he was hoping for this question. "Because as strong as we are...there aren't enough of us...." He said simply.

[Matt]

"Wooo out numbered.........Sadly we arnt surrounded!" Mooch said half happy half sad.

[glacontour]

Liet gave the two a look and opened his mouth to protest, but Ambrose cut him off.
"Good enough a reason for me. I say we stick with them." Ambrose and Liet glanced at each other for a minute or two before Liet gave in.
"Fine. What are we battling anyways? Just these little bits of nothing or is there a bigger enemy behind it?"

[Shaoraia]

"These little bits of nothing are part of a bigger whole. The End is a massive force that removes existance where ever it can. Wwe're the ones up against it and you've just got recruited for the military kids." Fraide said watching the nothing seemily be fill with existance again. "Good the nothing isn't there anymore..." He muttered.

[Matt]

Mooch stared at the sky. "....bad things are about to happen" Mooch mumbled. "really bad" He continued.

[glacontour]

Liethell's face changed to something between apprehensive and exasperated.
"Oh lovely. The military again." Ambrose changed his focus to wherever Mooch was staring.
"What's going to happen...?"

[Shaoraia]

Fraide scratched his nose thinking. "The best Idea would be to get you to scathatch the warrior trainer and then put you in the tourneys to see where you rank..." Fraide said simply he then glanced to where mooch was staring. "Well obviously nothing good."

[Matt]

"Not only do i smell ectoplasm, which means Sanctuarys on its way.....But that cant be good" he points to a huge fucking meteor bigger then any planet or sun, heading straight towards us.
"I blame jay"

[glacontour]

Liet blinked twice before slowly looking up at the meteor.
"...what sort of trouble have I been put in now." He buried his face in his hands and slowly let them drop, dragging his face with it in a mix of frustration and exhasperation. "What is Santcuary, who is Jay, why is ectoplasm bad and why is this happening to meeee..."

[Shaoraia]

Fraide didn't even glance back a Liet instead he growledand braced himself spreading his arms out. He reached deep within himself collecting a D.N.A. memory from a past life and a past Ally. Suddenly Two more sets of arms Fraide's eyes glowed gold and he grinned feircely. "As-UR-RA.....FIST OF THE BEAST KING!!" Fraide shouted all six arms punching towards the meteor the extra arms shattered and Fraide threw a left hook...then something blinked...and Fraide was staring up at the Meteor. "Well that's a bit of a problem..." He muttered as if nothing had happened.