The Good, The Bad and The Crazy [~Esper, Dreamwolf and Blade~]

[Bladeswipe]

"Such a quaint little town" The girl murmured to herself, silver eyes scanning the tiny town on the horizon. Those eyes however held nothing that a fifteen year old girl's eyes should ever hold, they held madness and blood lust pure and simple. The eyes of madness, she'd heard them called, the eyes of someone who should not walk the planet without something to restrain her. They weren't talking once she was done though, they couldn't talk once she was done.

A chilling laugh left her throat at the memory, the red fluid dripping down her lips and chin, the slow descent of a bead of sanguine along her hand, her chest, her cheeks, those smiling cheeks. She laughed again, the loud laugh of a madman, one who didn't have a care in anything anymore. "So sad that it will have to go" She murmured, attention once again on the town and then flared out one other thing that marked her out as an outsider. The pair of golden wings on her back shot out to their full extension of thirty foot each and started to flap gently. "Time to go~" She sang and then ran forwards and took flight.

Amanai was her name, the winged madgirl's name and she cast not only a physical shadow from her wings but a shadow of fear for as she flew, birds crashed into one another and rabbit burrows suddenly collapsed and fell into themselves. Amanai never even realised this was happening as that was how one of her powers worked, not that she even cared to be honest, it just meant more death for the small, psychotic girl.

The metaphysical shadow and the physical one fell over the town at the same time, the townspeople looked up and shielded their eyes from the glare of the sun. One of the people who done so was a grown man of around twenty and he thought he saw a flash of gold before he saw nothing, his head rolling along the ground and Amanai standing on his chest that lay flat on the ground, a grin spreading over her lips as blood spurted over the ground. "Silly man, you shouldn't look at the sky, look at the ground and don't struggle" She giggled and looked around to the other people, who were all watching her. "Boo!" She snarled and they ran from the girl coated in blood.

Of course, Amanai wouldn't let them get away, she gave chase and darted forwards, grabbing a young woman by the hair while a blade slid out of Amanai's palm, made of a shimmering metal before it was drowned by blood when the full length, all two feet of ir, was rammed through the woman's chest, bursting her heart and then sliding out of the front. Amanai let go of her and then flapped her wings, propelling her at a man who drew a sword. He wasn't quick enough however, he learned as Amanai's blade bone rammed through his eye and stopped abruptly.

Silver eyes swept the town, the fleeing peoples and the blood coating the floor. It would be a good day of killing, such a good day. "What do we do with a drunken whaler, what do we do with a drunken whaler, what do we do with a drunken whaler, early in the morning?" She sang to herself, a chilling, dark melody coming from the girl's mouth. She was waiting, to see if anyone would come and try to stop her, she was bored of everyone being so easy to kill.

[Dreamwolf]

When the Silverite blade shatter in his hand Ragnr knew something was coming. He hadn't expected a winged girl, or to have a blade shoved into his eye. He went limp when it happened and once he'd been dropped he let his body heal. Being virtually immortal was not actually a blessing. It took all his control not to scream in the agony that the repairs took. Brain damage was slowly reversed and flesh sealed itself. The one good thing about the pain was that he lost all thought to it.

Standing up behind the Winged girl that he could tell was made of some rare kinds of metal he growled low in his throat. Ragnr was feared as a warrior as much as he was respected as a smith. The reason was simple. He could go berserk, killing continuously, while still being able to control himself from deep inside his psyche. He wasn't a berserker who ended up wounded all over because he was mad with blood lust, he was a berserker who could HEAL all those injuries while his body fought on autopilot.

"That wasn't very nice, Little Lamb. You could really hurt someone like that." He looked at her, his green eye still regenerating. He held his hand out and mutat3ed the flesh into a bone blade that was as hard and sharp as a dragons fang. He hardened his skin so that it was now hard as a Wyvern's scales and his eyes were able to see as well as a Griffin's. The benefit of being able to change your body into any organic material was you could take the best of everything and put it into one being.

[Esper]

Sometimes Esper wondered how she allowed Nalin's father to convince her to take a spot on the Council.  It was downright stressful at times and whenever Esper felt that she was going to snap, she just had to get out of the capital.  With a little tweak, a pair of long elegant wings sprouted from her back and she was off, flying high above the city, headed for nowhere specific. 

Esper closed her eyes and just allowed the wind to ruffle through her hair as she drifted along.  She tuned out everything and only cracked her eyes when she heard what she thought was a scream.  Her alert yellow eyes scanned below, trying to figure out the direction the noise had come from.  She dipped lower on the horizon and the quick movement of people running directed her to a small town off to her left.  Once she knew where to head, the sounds of screaming rose into the air. 

As she came lower she thought at first that a man below was the aggressor leaving the trail of bodies but as she touched down on the ground, she was surprised to see that it was a young girl causing the chaos. 

Esper didn't carry weapons on her.  She never felt the need to when her body was a weapon all its own.  Crouching low, Esper placed a hand gently on the ground and could feel the decay already beginning in the still warm bodies littering the ground.  With a little pulse from the necromancer, hands began to twitch and the bodies that had been dead rose to their feet again.  They may have died without a fight, but now they would get a second chance to slow this monster down. 

With her own little army assembled, she focused on turning her hands into long, razor sharp claws.  Esper didn't know who the man was, but it was clear that he was there to put a stop to the girls reign of terror as well. 

[Bladeswipe]

A voice spoke behind the winged female and her eyes narrowed slightly, instincts shattering her cool facade as she jumped forwards and executed a perfect forwards roll. Upon getting out of range of any attack from the man behind her, she spun around and growled, actually growled, at him and narrowed her eyes further. "Well well, aren't you a special one? Do you think you can actually stop me? I really do highly doubt it" She laughed and stood up straight, her wings folding inwards but only for a few meters, leaving around five meters out either side. The leftover wing then shivered as every feather flicked out at an angle, making each wing razor sharp.

The blade from the male's arm however got Amanai slightly curious. "Not like me, not enough metal" She murmured to herself and then held out her empty palm as a long blade slid straight out of it, the same length as her other one and sharp enough to go through most metals without a shred of effort while still being extremely strong. "Let us dance, shall we?" She stepped forwards and then jumped, a flap of her wings taking her straight over Ragnr and her blade flashed out towards his shoulder. Miss or not, she would land on the other side of him and notice her second foe.

Well, second and more, considering the amount of zombies that just rose up. "Oh, fantastic" she sighed over-dramatically and then charged forwards, rolling between the legs of the first zombie and taking its knees out with a well placed slash from both blades. Coming up the other side she flicked her wing, another zombie losing a leg and falling over. "Too easy" She giggled and then ran towards the necromancer who was raising the damned things up "You look like fun~" she sang as she ran, blades and wings flashing in the sunlight.

Three steps away from the Necromancer however, Amanai dove to the side of her and a golden wing lashed out towards her foe's knee to try and sever the tendons and ligaments there while the rest of her body continued onwards and rolled around, bringing the Winged Girl up behind the clawed woman and she lashed out with both of her blades in an X shape slash down towards Esper's back.

[Dreamwolf]

Ragnr let the attack hit. He didn't care anymore. He was, to put it simply, pissed. These people were innocent and did not deserve to be killed like this. He only noticed the zombies, and thus the necromancer, to discern whether they were a threat or not. With the winged metal girl behbind, and moving quickly he decided to go all out, hardening the flesh of his body so that only only the strongest of metals would cut through it.

He moved with the speed of a dragon's lunge, slicing towards the girl, anticipating her dive to the side as she attack the necromancer. He lunged at the spot with enough force that even if dodged it would leave a crater in the ground and cause a mild shock wave. He harden the scales on his back to prevent any counter attacks from doing too much damage.

"Not very nice at all, Little Lamb. You would do well to simply stand down. I might be able to forgive you if you give up now, before I get to set on teaching you a lesson." It might seem like all talk, but the man regenerated too quickly to be killed by anything less total obliteration, so he would be able to keep fighting for days on end, even if overpowered and outnumbered.

[Esper]

As the girl spoke, Esper narrowed her eyes and watched her.  What kind of person, let alone what seemed like a child, could just so callously kill like this.  What kind of trauma or just derangement could create a creature like this?  The other defender of the town was clearly special himself.  He seemed to possess incredible healing abilities as well as morphing abilities similar to her own, though he definitely wasn't a necromancer.  The girl was confident, extremely confident that she couldn't be defeated.   

Esper clicked her claws together as she watched the girl spring back in action.  Her zombies milled together, joining in a group to stand between the girl and Esper.  The girl slashed easily through some of the creatures, but Esper didn't expect them to bring her down.  If they couldn't do it in life, it was unlikely they would do so now.  They were a nice distraction though, and sometimes all you need is a little distraction to turn the tides.   

As so zoomed towards Esper, she flipped forward one of the thick leathery wings that she currently wore.  The odd metallic wing slashed through the leathery wing though it just left a ragged rip in the wing.  As the girl rolled towards Esper's back, she used her entropy abilities and began to pick at the girls luck, decaying it as quickly as she could.  To Esper it was like tugging at a loose string in a sweater and pulling until the whole thing started to unravel. 

As the girl slashed forward in an "X" pattern, her strike fell short of actually hitting Esper as she took a step forward and turning quickly, Esper lashed a clawed hand out towards the girl's throat.  While Esper would normally disable and capture an opponent, this girl clearly had no qualms with mass murder and needed to be stopped, and quickly. 

As she sliced towards the girl's throat, she caught the movement of the other defender and poised her wings to shape a hasty retreat from the area depending on what the man was attempting to do.     

[Bladeswipe]

The blade hitting Ragnr wouldn't feel like any other sword however. It shivered in delight as it drank from the wound in his shoulder which would be deep enough to almost completely sever his arm from the rest of his body. The blade continued though as Amarai executed a perfect landing and moved towards her foe.

When the young girl's move missed however, she growled softly but had time to do no more before she saw Ragnr coming for her and she flapped her wings, pushing herself high up into the air. From her vantage point she could see all of her targets, zombies included, and then the buildings that they stood beside and this gave spark to her next idea, a smile easing over her face.

Using one of her stronger powers, Amarai focused on the trio of closes buildings to the Necromancer and the Warrior. She focused more specifically on the struts and bricks that held them up. Every material, natural or hand-made, has a point that it'll break in the future. This is known and it will happen. Amarai's power focused onto this point in the future and pulled it to this point in the present, causing all three of the buildings to suddenly collapse. The collapse was perfect however, only the exact struts and bricks were destroyed to cause the building to fall onto the zombies, their mistress and the weird shape-changing warrior beside her.

It was then time to start her next move. She rotated in mid-air and flared her wings out before started to mold most of the bone in her body. "This is gonna hurt" She murmured and then flapped at the ground, towards the last point she saw the Necromancer, whom she deemed an easier target. The Winged Girl led blades forwards and if she were to hit or land nearby, spikes would fire out of her body to attempt to impale Esper and Ragnr while her wings would flick out, making it difficult to dodge without tearing themselves apart.

[Dreamwolf]

Ragnr took the form of a dragon in full. He made for a small dragon, for sure, only fifteen feet in length, but he had all of a dragons strength. He extended his wing over the necromancer, shielding her from the falling debris.

"Little Girl. You frustrate me further." His dragon voice sounded like a volcano on the verge of erupting. He swung his long tail towards the metal girl, he could not breath fire as a dragon could, but he could use the magical creatures non magical powers.

[Esper]

Esper twirled as the debris began to fall all around her.  Raising her large wings, she used them to not only shield her, but few of the first pieces to hit her began to decay and turn to dust as they touched her being.  She was surprised though when an even larger set of wings encased her, shielding her from the rest of the rubble.  She couldn't see what was going on around her and could only feel the shift of the dragon's body as it swung out its tail in frustration at the psychotic little girl.

Esper allowed the wings she had been using to melt away from her frame.  As the wings sunk back into her frame, the skin on Esper's arms began to shiver and individual little scales began to pop up all along the length.  She was borrowing the strength of the scales of the dragon to reinforce her frame and once the transformation was complete, all she had to do now was wait until she saw the next glimpse of an attack, which was not too soon after. 

While Esper couldn't see the whole of the attack that had been launched, she did see the stray spikes that managed to make their way under the dragon's wings.  Swiping one aside, she leapt over a second that came her way and darted from underneath the dragon's wing span to better see what was going on. 
   

[Bladeswipe]

Ah wings, what a fantastic body adaptation to have, Amanai would've thought if she hadn't had a massive dragon's tail swinging towards her rather small person. A flick however and she rotated around and away from the tail, landing on the ground, Esper managed to dodge the spikes leaping out from her form but as Ragnr hadn't moved, well the spikes would punch into his chest, between the scales. Thankfully they wouldn't hit anything vital.

Standing up and drawing the spikes back in, Amanai cracked her back with a horrible twist and then done the same to her neck, short, sharp and loud pops echoing out from her joints. "So then, wanna play?" She asked, a malicious grin on her childish face as she hopped back and crouched down.

Her eyes however weren't watching the pair of them, she was looking around at the corpses that had been crushed by the building or injured by her own spikes and ideas started to form in her mind. Things might just turn out well for her despite the fact that both of the people she was fighting appeared to be able to heal at will and one of them could transform as much as they wished, not a good combination to be fighting against but the Angel had a feeling she should be able to take them, but not without difficulty. But where would the fun in that be if it was easy?

[Dreamwolf]

Fen felt the spikes pierce his body, his response was Wyvern blood, which was caustic to metals, and thus corrosive in the concentration that he made it. He turned to face the little girl flying above him. He was gradually coming to give her a grudging respect. It was not the good kind of respect though, it was the, 'I'm going to enjoy maiming and or killing you' respect that he reserved for true opponents.

He decided that he would simply have to do something drastic. He grew a second head. The second head would think independently from the first, and when it was cut off would grow two more in it's place. In the end he would suffer a terrible head ache, but he would get over it.