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Seeing that one of the other outsiders had already jumped at his chance to destroy the pest that had woke him, he decided to turn his attention to the rotting unruly masses and perhaps aid the few who were left actually breathing in the village.

His figure looses all pigment and crumbles, turning to dust and is tossed away by the wind. An instant later the same figure raises up out of the ground about 2 yards infront of the rest of the group. A hand jumps out, fully extended to one side and his cudgle manifests itself in his grasp. He slowly comes down to his knees and both hands and his weapon touch the ground. Almost immediately the advancing zombies slow to a stop and the front line begins to sink slowly but surely back into the ground that they came out of. "A little quicksand should give you a little time to gather yourselves for the next offensive."

Zejx didnt waste time with answering the figure. Instead he held his sword out to the left of him, while holding it in the right hand.

Divine Retribution....

With a quick diagonal slash, a huge wave of blue energy was sent toward the menace. All the figure could do was bring his own sword up to defend himself. He was caught a bit surprised though, he hadn't expected Zejx to just attack him instead of changing to the form he saw in the necropolis. As the energy hit him, he remained still, holding his own against the attack. But it didn't take long before the force of the attack began to push him backwards. But this didn't worry him. No, instead he began to laugh.

Is this all, is this all you have?

With that, the figured raised his sword upward, sending the energy upward and out of sight. However, the light of the energy lit up the figures face. Zejx stood in shock as he caught a glimpse.

You... you're.... the great king of old.... Tygarius....

Tygarius let out a laugh as he removed his hood.

Guess I dont need to hide my identity anymore

Tyera clutches the boy to her chest. She couldn't let anything happen to him, but she couldn't... she couldn't....
She looks up at the unmasked King, "Why?! Why did you do this!!!"

With an admirable eye the man watches the angry swarm ravage the towns people, the disks ripping flesh and bone alike spraying gore and ichor everywhere.

Calmly he walks amongst the dead coming up to certain individuals and looking them over with a critisizing gaze. "So many of these young faces held so much potential...." a passes a few more villagers and a frown comes to his face. "Widow Jennings... you were always such a kind-hearted soul. I would have wished a much more peacefull passing for you than this." He looks passed her to a few more familiar faces and he turns around, speaking softly. "Please forgive me everyone, I'm sorry that I woke too late to try saving you." He sighs heavily before looking back to the few still breathing here. Fortunately those kids were not also taken by the old king. I just pray they dont encounter any members of their immidiate family in all of this.

He takes a firm grip of his cudgle, sand falling from his hand. With his free hand extends in the direction of the nearest building and he focuses there. A small cyclone forms on the overhang and tears violently at the wood until a decent chuck is pulled loose. It's tossed about a little by the tiny tornadoe before the wind dies and the scrap is tossed directly for the mans outstretched hand. Soon after his hand becomes black and glowing red cracks run across his grip. The wood starts to smoke and soon after ignites. "Its time we put these lost souls to rest once more...." The fire from the wood grows and grows disproportionate to the source and soon envelopes the stranger. The hand with the cudgle leaps forth and pours blazing hot and famished flames down the gaping mouths and acrossed the flesh of the dead, a column of release and salvation, a column of death and hunger. Blackened skeletons crumble to the ground after the fire sweeps a wide arc through the masses.

Tyera watchs as the stranger speaks to the towns people, she can't hear what he's saying, but his expression was one of peace, so calm and serene. She watches as he sets the villagers ablaze.
Her eyes full of anger and hate she looks up at the once proud King who has ignored her and how Zejx is so calm talking to him (Talking to him!) and her anger boils up inside of her, she can't hold it back anymore.
"Don't Ignore Me!!!"
She stands, moving infront of Rathus, she holds her left arm out, her right hand comes to her left wrist and pulls back, an arrow glowing light blue appears in her wake (think Quincy from Bleach). She lets it grow and boil with her chaotic emotions, pouring her sorrow and her soul into it before releasing it at the floating horror, for he was their true enemy, he was the cause of it all.

Tygarius turned toward the oncoming attack with nothing but a smirk.

Oh please... You think your little arrow will hurt.... !!!

His eyes shot widen open at the arrow sunk into his chest. The only thing that went through his mind was impossible.... How could she be able to harm him. The planet was currently dieing after the incident that brought him to life. Her brother used to power of nature, so he thought she did too. But for some reason. This wasn't weakened due to natures spirits being destroyed. No, this was of her own spiritual energies. And that... made her his current target. Using his own energy, he kept the arrow from bursting or fading. No, he had better plans as he riped it out of his chest, with the wound slowly closing.

Hey, cutey..... catch!

He used some of his own energy to charge the arrow more before he reared back and launched it back to its owner. But, Zejx wasn't going to let that happen. His aura suddenly exploded back around him and in a flash, he was no longer where he was standing. No instead, he was floating about 5 feet away from Tyera, in the path of the arrow. But of course, he only had time to get in the way, not to try and stop it.....

In what seemed like a split second to everyone, Zejx went from about to attack the enemy, to lying on the ground in front of Tyera with an arrow of energy in his chest.... Tygarius just let out an evil laugh.

Talk about two birds with one stone.

Normally Rathius would have been angry if anyone tried to protect him like Tyera was doing, but given that his only defense was a small pocket knife, he didn't argue this time. He was tempted to pick the pockets of some of the bodies. He saw a few rather large purses, but the look on Tyera's face stopped him. He decided to sneak off where there was less danger. Sneaking was one thing Rath was very good at. He made a break for one of the deserted buildings nearby.