A red flair in the distance.

Morgasimer stumbled to her feet as little puffs of black smoke filtered through the makeshift patches. "My suit's auto repair system should be able to handle it from here..." Morgasimer took a few shaky steps and collected herself before turning her gaze back to the tower in the distance the the great moth circling it. With an echoing screech the monstrosity let loos a bolt of energy from it's antennae which collided with Junction's shield with a soul shaking explosion. The field held, but there was no telling for how long.

"Tch... Ya know, you actually make a pretty good point... For a short pile of snot." Morgasimer turned to Grubby and tilted her head slightly to the left. Though there was no way of him knowing this, a slight tilt to the left is the Cog-Town equivalent of a show of gratitude or a thank you. It was important to develop ways to show affection and affirmation when one spends most of their life in a suit.

"We have to go, I don't think your ships shields will hold out for very long, Gaia is called the GOD of nature for a reason... I don't think there's a way we can kill it, but we can buy time until Targiser can get here. He killed this bitch once he can do it again." Morgasimer let out a baited breath as she checked her harpoon count and reloaded from her bag.

"Ya wanna know why I use a harpoon gun?..." Morgasimer's tone carried with it a burning determination tempered with time and rage. One that would only be satisfied with Gaia's head."It's cus you use Pins to hold down Butterflies... Now, lets go kill us a big stupid bug."

Milton stood up with Morgasimer as the leaks were thankfully being patched up. Meanwhile, Milton was starting to feel his core revving to normal rotational rate, not quite at the point to recharge his armor and normal agility functionality, but at least his skin was starting to cling to his body once more. As Morgasimer gave a head tilt to Grubby's advice and explained how they were going to stick this butterfly down with a pin, Milton nodded with a look of excitement and confidence as he drew his Zeroedge Blade and repeater pistol, aiming at Gaia and flicking it back as if lining up an invisible headshot on the beast. With Morgasimer patched up, Milton started placing the bandages over the holes in his armor, the mesh slowly growing over them and converting them into thinner strands to add to the mesh.

"I agree with this action. I told Tagiser I was going to take care of Gaia, so let's show this so-called god the power of our Personas!"
Applying bandages to recover 50HP

"Now that's the fuggen spirit," I says, "Just don't get cocky on me, ya think fer a minute this ain't gonna be hard an' someone's gonna be scoopin' ya into an urn. Fuggen kids..." Now I know I said all that morale boostin' shit but I'm thinkin' within the reality'a the situation here. This got a real possibility a death fer one'er all'a us. S'gonna take all the grit I got in my bones to see me to the end a the day with a tall pint'a ale, I ain't arrogant enough to think I ain't gonna die here. What I'm sayin' is even if I'm gonna die I'm gonna fight til I can't stand no more an' if that keeps me livin' then that's good shit. I can do all I can do, I can't do no more'n that. I set my jaw an' look into the distance there, watch it blast some kinda magic at the barrier. Just like a dragon. Fought me a dragon three times in my life, killed two of'em. Every damn time it was a close call. Rest in fuggen peace Orgnar, ya surly bastard. Might be meetin' ya in the Great Hall 'fore too long.

Gettin' used to not understandin' a damn word all these people're sayin'. Somethin' about Esotoo and Otto's repairs, ships when there ain't no water an' whatnot, but what I do understand is we fightin' a fuggen god. First time I ever did that I tell ya. 'Less ya count when the shamans was tryin'a bring back Gruumsh an' we killed the flesh golem he was gonna take fer a body, but I wouldn't so fuggit. First time fer everythin'. Milton's gettin' better but lookin' green around the gills, almost looks like he's fuggen saggin'. I pop the top off a healin' potion an' take a swig meself, gonna need to be at my best if I'm gonna sprint straight to the Nine Hells like I'm doin'. Right about now's when Hilderbrandt would get to thinkin' of a plan but he ain't here an' we got no one like that. Best thing I can think'a is startin' a forest fire to lure that six legged bastard down here an' away from the people but that ain't gonna end well. If yer first idea is settin' somethin' on fire ya should think that one through again. The damn wizard told me that once, he's a fuggen smarmy prick but he ain't hardly wrong neither. Guess we gotta fight it til this Targiser guy gets here. Elvish name. Fuggen terrific. But we ain't got time fer this, we're the ones needin' to make time. Gotta get this show on the road.

"Ain't gotta tell me twice tin can," I says to the lady there, "Now I ain't waitin' no more, time's a privilege we ain't got. If ya need a minute then stay here an' take it but I'm gonna get to work squashin' me a damn roach. But with all that damn big talk I better see yer asses out there or I'm gonna rise up outta my early grave to put a foot in both yer asses." I turn away from'em an' start joggin' off. Kesson Rel's quiet. I'm quiet too. The two'a us realize what we's walkin' into an' there might not be no walkin' out but that ain't gonna change nothin' I'm about to do. Ain't no place to run, so's we can just lay down an' die or we can get our daggers in our hands and get doin' what rogues do. An' that's screwin' the odds.

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