[size=40]Mordeci stood on the corrupted ground, smelling the night air. It smelled of evil and blasphemy, but his task was of the utmost powerful nature. Before him stood a bastion of evil, a keep of the damning ‘Council of Wizards’.In his bomb, he had dozens of bombs, each to be placed along the walls of the temple. Beside him, his closest compatriot, Krieg, and a newcomer with a refreshing zeal in her eyes, Sister Ferro. He turned to face them, his mask hiding all expressions upon his face as he spoke.[/size]

[size=40]“Today, we strike out at the evil that spreads itself throughout our galaxy, infecting those who use it with a disease whose only cure is death. But if the only cure is death, my friends, then we are the surgeons who expertly cure this disease. As we rock the foundations of this land with our judgement, remember that we do so with the sole objective of cleansing this world of its taint. Now, let us begin the preparations.” he said, turning back to the temple, pulling a bomb from his sack.[/size]

Krieg looked over the new one. Ferro, he thought, Iron. I do believe she will work well once she realizes the direness of the galaxy's position. She seems rather... tame. Though it may be I've never seen her fight. I've only heard Mordeci gloat about watching her fight.


The masked witch-Hunter turned to see the very castle of darkness that corrupted this land. In the dark, it looked cold and desolate, only a few lanterns from its horrid interior lighting its exterior. He never thought such a lovely looking world would fall to the hands of witches and sorcery.

"Whenever you are ready, Mordeci," Krieg stated, "We shall storm the gate. I must truly see how adept Sister Ferro is at killing the spreaders of the dark arts." He pulled his cutlass halfway from its sheath muttering to Ferro, "I hope you are as good as Mordeci declared you to be. Otherwise we will have to return what we can grab of you to your holy world in a casket."

Ferro looked at fortress in thought, she did not know what to expect, but she was ready, she was trained from birth to hunt down witches and and other Blasphemers, but her planet was at peace ever since the Purge, she had Theory right but no actual expierence. But she didn't let that get that to her, for she had Gods will to protect her and to guide her blade
- Fret not Brother Krieg for cause is just, and God is with us, none of us will end in a casket, not today not tommorow, for our duty is yet not done

Wizard Allen stared in confusion at his crystal scrying orb sitting closer to the top of the workshop tower, distantly wishing he had constructed it to include listening as well. After all, it wasn't every day you get to see three heavily armed randoms apparently shouting and waving around guns and swords, especially in the middle of wilderness on an uncivilized planet well before any intelligent species had evolved. Though his expression quickly changed from mild humor to shock once the one who was apparently shouting brandished a bag of bombs.

"Shit," He muttered to himself before trying to dash down the stairs, managing only a jogger's pace down the workshop's four stories. Before rushing into Master Draken's study. "Master, we have visitors," Allen shouted breathlessly up to the smaller tower's study.

"Do we now," A reply came floating down from the second level of the Master's tower. A man clad in grey wizarding robes with slicked black hair just turning to grey at the roots descended while clipping a belt lined with spools of thread around his waist.

"They have bombs"

Draken's eyes widened for a moment before speaking again, "Get on standby for a Specter team, I'll talk to them myself." He returned to his study while waving his hands.

Moments later, Draken appeared floating above the small castle, searching for the group of bomb-wielding maniacs Allen had mentioned he zeroed in on the group and flew towards them, "May I ask what you're doing so heavily armed near my castle?" Draken questioned just as he softly landed in the grass.

Mordeci approached the boat that they had brought, his face grim with the task at hand under his mask. As his companions followed behind him, a speck appeared above the castle, floating towards them. "Brother, sister, he have company." he said, drawing his pistols. 

"May I ask you what-"

Before the wizard could finish his sentence, Mordeci's arms had come up, his twin M44 revolvers aimed point blank at the mage's head, as he fired twice, once from each gun, a smile forming on his face.

Krieg's attention turned to Mordeci's firing, before turning to the horrid witch that dared to address them in a manner that demeaning. He pulled his cutlass free, aiming its tip towards Draken. "Your kind are the reason we are here! We seek to cleanse the Galaxy of your heretical filth, either with hardened words or through purging fire!"

He nodded to Sister Ferro, "Show your potential, oh holy sister! Lay waste to the dark mage and the rest of the vileness that resides within these harrowing walls!"

Ferro started shooting just after Mordeci, unloading a payload of 30 conscutive plasma bolts at the mage without even a word, she only stoped when gas container went empty, then she tried to reload it so she could unleash yet another 30 Plasma bolts at the Blasphemer

Master Drakken stood completely still as the terrorist with the bombs' bullets tore clear through his forehead. Bits of singed white fiber fell from the perfect circular holes the bullets had made.

"So that's what you want," The wizard said as a second terrorist emptied an entire magazine of plasma rounds into his torso. With the form no longer capable of being maintained, Drakken dropped the spell and his form collapsed into a pile of silky white threads, most burned thanks to he destruction the plasma rounds had caused.

Meanwhile back in the castle, Master Drakken stormed into the Great Hall, "Five of you," He shouted, "Get on the ramparts and make sure those terrorists get obliterated. They want to kill us for some reason." The wizards casually conversing stared in confusion before Drakken explained the situation in full: a trio of maniacs with guns, swords, and bombs called wizards heretics their need to be purged from the galaxy. The five wizards quickly hurried up to the ramparts to prepare their spells. Moments later, Allen emerged from the library, stating that he had just put a call in for a specter team, he then went around the castle, spreading word of the impromptu attack. Drakken stomped off to the workshop.

In the meantime, the five wizards on the ramparts faced the general direction of the terrorists, lifting their staffs, they called forth magical magical energies and began flinging a bolts of lightning and fire in the direction of the terrorists.

As the wizards began to cast spells and waggle fingers, he holstered his guns, taking his rifle from its sling on his back. "Keep moving. Krieg, take the bombs. Get those walls open. Use the bridge- no point in the boat now. As soon as you're over there I'll follow." he said, lifting his rifle and taking aim. he took one deep breath, two. Three. He exhaled, allowing his sights to drift above one of the mages, compensating for bullet drop, and fired three times.

He switched targets as fireballs and lightning landed around him, much, his breathing calm, as he repeated the process for the second mage. The spells were landing too close for comfort at this point, so he stood, moving quickly to the right as a fireball hit where he had been standing only seconds ago.

Krieg nodded to his compatriot, taking the bombs in one hand, before shouting, "Ferro! Lay waste to these vermin! I will breach their sanctuary!"

He began to run across the bridge, towards the castle of deceit. He dodged a ball of the mages' infernal projectiles, and shouted, "Petty beings, both using magic and fighting from afar!" Before continuing to run towards the gate. He anticipated Ferro's blaze and began to crouch as he neared the massive gates.

Ferro did unleashed the fury of her Plasma weapon but now she switched to semi-auto, making her Plasma Bolts that much powerful, like before she said nothing while doing all of this, silently doing her job of purging the mages and laying a cover fire for Krieg

The apparent leader of the attack ordered his fellows to move on without him as he pulled out a rifle and began attacking the squadron of wizards flinging fire and lightning. Not one of the group flinched as the gun cracked and bullets streaked through the air. Instead white glowing runes seemed to flash into existence just as the bullets were about to cross over the top of the wall. The wizards responded by combining their spells and Flinging far more accurate balls of fire towards the leader's position.

As the other pair of terrorists approached the bridge, the great rune covered oaken doors opened slightly to allow four suits of steel armor - two armed with greatswords, the other two with a greataxe and a great hammer - to exit. The doors quickly slammed shut behind them. Through the visor of each suit of armor, a large glowing blue rune could be seen surrounded by dozens of others as they approached the attacking pair, prepared for a fight.

Mordeci laughed as the runes above the castle stopped his precisely aimed shots. he began running to the side, lifting his assault rifle once more, opening fire with a hail if automatic fire, intending to overload the runes and disable them. He looked across the bridge to the castle and his companions. "Make it quick over there, my friends! It seems our mage acquaintances dislike me!"

He could only hope that Krieg could make short work of the constricts with his blade while Ferro did her job.

Krieg, undeterred by the armored figures laughed, "I hope you like fire as much as you seem to conjure it, you foul blasphemes!" The grizzled man pulled his arm back, and flung the bag of bombs at above the door, before quickly pulling his revolver and firing at the bag, sending it into a great inferno, hopefully stopping the fireballs for the time being and blasting open the gigantic doors before him.

"May you die swift deaths, vile mages!" Krieg shouted after throwing the bag of explosives at the wall. "Ferro, waste these useless suits!" He shouted, pointing at the runed armors.

Soon after that Ferro turned her gaze and barrel of her rifle from mages on the wall and towards suits of armor, and more specificly their legs, since there is a distinct posibility that even without their "Head" aromors still could be animated by magic, and destroying their legs which would force armors to crawl on the ground, which in turn would make them less of a threat

Bright white runes flashed over the door as the initial blast struck the great oaken doors, only to shatter into millions of specks of white light which dissipated after a second. Faint shouts could be heard from the ramparts and the magical onslaught faltered as fire and shrapnel collided with the weather beaten wood. Red flames poured across the doorway and loud pops erupted from the wood, now unable to support its own immense weight.

Despite the chaos, the armored suits continued to advance forwards at a brisk pace, each preparing their disproportionately large weapons for a series of attacks. The first stepped forward and brought a greathammer down on the plasma rifle wielding attacker's head while another brought a horizontal strike of a broadsword against the other who had previously been holding a bag of bombs.