I see what you mean Krylo, I'm not sure why I thought I needed it either but it's been taken out. Group 4 is fine with me, since I know that's where I am now I may try to meet up at the end of the haggling rather than the next day at the ruins.

Anyway here's my updated sheet.

No, I didn't accidentally post this in Group 3's thread...

Mini-Omake #6: It begins...

It was there. The presence that had been hiding in the darkness all this time, unseen even to Truce. However, it was not unfelt; the primal instinct of his told him on some lower level of his consciousness that there was something wrong, that something would happen soon.

They would come.

He wasn't sure if it would be today, tomorrow, or some time years from now. But he was sure they would come.

And they did.

Even for someone like him, things were happening too quickly. They were finding their way out of an abandoned dungeon, which (aside from the entrance) had been buried under layers and layers of sand, having another mission when it began. Before they knew it, before anybody could save Jasper, the large man had been taken away. It was only when the scream echoed through the seemingly empty halls behind them did they realize that he was gone.

Instantly, the three left behind took up a formation. Continuing to move forward, too afraid of what had so easily kidnapped Jasper, Rebecca and Leon remained at the front, with Truce cautiously covering their rear. All of them want to run, make a break for it, but such fool hardiness would surely play right into their hands-they had to be careful.

Nobody wanted to share the same fate as their friend.

"It was supposed to be just a legend!" Leon said as he tried to remain calm, and failing horribly. "How...how could it be true? How could they exist?"

Rebecca cast an uneasy glance back at Truce. "We've seen stranger things in the world."

"Hey!" The crimson noble couldn't help but be insulted. "I'm nothing like them at all. Honest!"

"Truce, it's okay...we know."

Truce gritted his teeth. "There's nothing to know."

"There's no point in denying it, Truce. We know all about it."

He almost faltered in his step. "...for how long?"

"Look, we'll talk about it some other time."

"Besides," Leon added. "It is a pretty sick fetish to have."

For a moment, Truce didn't know what to say. And then he did. "I don't have a fetish!"

However, just as he would continue his indignation, a figure burst through the wall, effectively separating Truce from the others. Firing haphazardly at the creature, he was dismayed to find that the bolt literally bounced off the body of the beast. That dismay was nothing compared to the fear he felt when it turned to face him.

"RUN!"

He forgot who shouted the order, or if he had given it himself, but all he knew was that he had to follow it, he had to get away, before it could catch him. So he ran, as fast as his legs could manage, back deeper into the dungeon, hoping he could lose them.

There was one scream. A few minutes of silence passed until the second one came. Then, he was sure that he was alone.

Tired physically and mentally, Truce leaned his back against the wall, allowing himself to slide down a few inches before remaining in a comfortable position. Then he sighed, balling his hand into a fist, and slammed it against the wall. Several thoughts flew through his mind, but one remained constant in his heard. I have to survive. I have to make it through this.

He owed it to those who hadn't escaped to do so himself. For them, for their story and, most importantly, the stuff they had left behind.

Wow, way to raid our stash Ecurt. Remind me when I get out of that place to strangle you out into the sunlight.[/joking]

Wow... I could imagine what that would actually have looked like. That was an awesome attack.

Mini-Omake #7: Because Krylo wouldn't make me a sandwich.

Truce could hear the footsteps approach, if only faintly. He could tell that whoever the mysterious stranger was, he was still far away. It gave Truce enough time to form a plan. Now, as the footsteps neared him, he just had to wait until he could finally set it into motion.

When the creature entered it didn't just break down the door, it send it flying off its hinges into the wall across the room. However, as it looked around it found nothing but an empty room aside from the forgotten furniture of the office, with no sign his prey in sight. Puzzled, it headed inwards, wondering if Truce was hiding somewhere.

That's when Truce dropped from the ceiling and delivered a swift karate chop to the creature, knocking it out cold.

"Well...that was easier than I thought." And then he remembered that he didn't know any martial arts.

The creature stood up, no longer stunned by the attack. Turning to face Truce, it raised a fist, attempting to crush Truce where he stood. However, Truce merely grabbed it by the wrist and tossed it over his shoulder, smashing it against a pair of wooden chairs. This too, though, clearly had no effect, as it once against stood up before the dust had even settled.

"What are you?" Truce asked. "Why are you after me?"

He received no answer except an empty gaze from those cold eyes. It was enough though to bridge a small memory to the past, and remember how familiar the man before him used to be.

"It couldn't be...Dwane?"

"So, you finally remembered?" Another figure blocked the doorway, one that sent a shiver down his spine. Another bridge was form--though, this one had more unpleasant memories than before. "I can't tell you how disappointed I was to find that you had...forgotten us."

Truce stepped back, readying his crossbow against the new enemy. He was shaking though, knowing that the person he would have to fight against was her. "What do you want Kiera? What could you possibly need?"

Kiera cracked her whip, effectively silencing Truce. "You're not allowed to ask questions!" she said, with a commanding voice. Then, with a seductive smile that felt too out of place on a priestess like her, she stepped forward and caressed his cheek. "We need you, and that's all you need to know."

Truce bowed his head for a moment, balling his hands into fists. "I won't do it," he said. "I can't do it. I'll die. You'll kill me."

"So? Who cares? This is your duty, your destiny-accept it."

"No!" He couldn't accept it. He wouldn't accept it. Truce had had more than enough in the past already. Swift Shadow.

Pushing her away, he made a break for the door, only to find that Dwane had gotten in the way again. However, not even the fellow baskar could stop Truce. The crimson noble simply barreled into the other man, tackling Dwane against the wall with enough force to knock even the human wall out.

A whip lashed out from behind him, wrapping itself around his neck, as if trying to keep him on a leash. The effort was for naught though, as with a simple tug on the whip did he pull its owner over to him, forcing her to relinquish any power over him. Then, on a whim, he threw her over his shoulder and ran off, before Dwane could awaken.

With only a vague memory of where he had been and where he had to go, he navigated through the maze of a dungeon, ignoring the protests of his captive. It was only when he was sure he was a safe distance away from any threat did he stop, at which point he unceremoniously dropped Kiera on the ground.

"You could have been gentler," Kiera muttered as she stood up, rubbing her sore spots.

Truce didn't give a damn on whether he was gentle or not. "Tell me where they are!" he said as he roughly pinned her against the wall. "I want to know what you've done with them!"

Kiera didn't have the decency to even pretend to be afraid or struggle at all. Instead, she simply smiled, and looked into his eyes. "It's already too late for them."

After a while, Truce finally released her, unable to find any hint of a lie in her words or actions. He knew he shouldn't have held out hope in the first place, but he thought that maybe...maybe...

He knew the truth now though. And he knew what he had to do.

"You're going to pay," he said, his voice barely more than a growl.

And for once, Kiera feared him. "Wha-what are you going to do?"

Truce's first response was a single sinister laugh. "Something I should have done a long time ago..."

----

Once again, Truce found himself running. This time he was alone, and trying not to dwell on what he had just done. It was cruel, it was evil, it had made him into a monster that he couldn't change back from.

He tried to ignore just how much he had enjoyed it.

Instead, he focused on escaping. As the lone survivor, it was his only duty right now. However, though he had already defeated two of his obstacles the primal instinct of his told him there were more to come.

His careful journey towards the exit though was uneventful, but that only served to heighten his paranoia. He knew that if he were to relax they would strike. So he wouldn't. He had to be patient; they would be waiting for him after all.

His fear was confirmed at the sight of one little boy, standing at the end of the long corridor, carrying an ARM that looked more heavier than himself. With no choice but to move forward though, he dashed forward, hoping that he could close the distance and escape before the boy had a chance to shoot him.

It was a gamble that he unfortunately lost.

Even with Truce's superior speed, the boy simply raised his ARM and fired once. Without any room to maneuver, it took all Truce's ability just to have it graze his arm. That, along with his own forward momentum, was enough to send him spiraling into the ground, where he skidded a few feet before stopping. A moment later, he could feel the barrel pressed against his head, and he knew that he had failed.

"I give up. You caught me."

----

"So they got you too, eh?" asked Jasper, who found himself now bald and shirtless with sparkles all over his body. "It looks like I won the bet, Rebecca."

Rebecca sighed, as she tried to undo the ropes around her, without any sort of success. If one looked closely, she was Sloth from Full Metal Alchemist. "Yeah, fat lot that will do you, Jasper. And really, Truce, I have to ask...is there something in your Baskar heritage that forces every member of your tribe to have a fetish?"

Truce considered her question for a moment before answering, "Probably."

"Guys...I just have one question," Leon said. "I can understand making me a girl...but why did the little boy have to glue these ARMs to my hands?!"

"He hates you," the other three said in unison.

"WHY?!"

Meanwhile...

"I'll kill Truce!" Kiera said while foaming at the mouth. "KILL HIM DEAD!"

Melane shook her head. "Now, now, we need a Scar, remember?"

"Who cares? He did...did...this to me!" the priestess said, pointing to herself.

"All he did was dress you up as Winry. What's so bad about that?" Melane asked, before Dwane could stop her. She would soon regret ever opening her mouth.

"Idiots," Gad said, as Kiera jumped on Melane while Dwane tried to break apart the two. "All of them."

Wait.... does that make me Hawkeye? >.< Just the person I DON'T wanna be.

Anywho, what do the rest of us have to do to attack like Truce did?

Basically, Truce used a force ability to add a crapload to his RES, thus enabling him to do many actions in a single round. Normally this would result in an increasingly huge penalty to each sucessive action, but his huge bonus to RES cancelled this out, making it seem as though he was moving extremely fast.

On a side note, most of the attacks were unarmed, only doing about 5 dice per hit, so if you have a decent soak you'd be fine. Unfortunately for hobs, they suck, so their soak is almost nil.

To answer your question, RMB, in order to attack like Truce did, you'd have to have a similar Force power or spell to boost your RES to insane-o levels.

Well, I'm not sure how well my force ability works. I can just imagine him punching something with an insane amount of power and that thing exploding. I like the name of mine too.

Well, guru, RMB, I've got good news for you.

My FP ability can target someone other than myself. I believe the range is five feet though, but with his regular RES it's not that big of a problem in the first place to catch up with you.

Truce is a team player, you see.

Wow, me combine my FP ability with yours and the entire battlefield would be nothing but giant puddles of blood. I bet Truce would love the rain of blood.

As of tomorrow, I'm gonna be going away for a week. I don't really know if I'll have access to a computer, but I'll see what happens.