☤13 (after people start searching for the bombs)

[madetosin]

NO!

Why are you fighting? Are you are so pitiful that you cannot see the truth? We are nothing.

Love? Charity? Friendship? These are the illusions that only hold us back from realizing our potential. The darkness is in all of you already, it only needs to be set free. I have only touched the powers of Hell and seen what it can do. This is our gateway to a higher existence. This is our home...

[He breaks off, spiraling for a moment in to a lunatic laughter, that cuts off just abruptly with a growl]

No. You can't leave. I will not allow it. Either you will shed your pathetic mortal existence or I will do it for you.

[Meanwhile, Muraki continues to roam the ship. He will stop those who would stand in the way of his ascension, either through death or dragging them to the portal to witness it firsthand, whether they wanted it or not.]

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[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf had been making a preliminary sweep of the ship, looking for both the explosives, and space suits they would need to eventually escape to the Lewis and Clark, when he comes across Muraki ranting and raving.]

I am afraid I cannot let you do that. There has been enough death on this ship, I will not allow you to harm those who are left.

[He draws a high-frequency knife out of the holster on his hip, and drops into his attack stance.]

[madetosin]

[He's in the core room, but for now it's placid. Quiet. Unusual, maybe, for a man who is so obviously in it's sway to have left it alone.

The evidence of why is a bit further behind him. A man with long dark hair is impaled on a spike, quite obviously dead. Muraki's white clothes are half soaked through with splatters of blood, some older than others.

He grins emptily and shifts his stance as well.]

Nobody has to get hurt if you just accept your fate.

[OOC: hope you don't mind the dramatic license here. We've arranged to have Muraki kill Clow on this day.]

[wolf_of_war]

Negative. Fate is a psychological construct, designed to give order to random events. I do not believe in fate.

[He strides forward, his tail, with the high-frequency knife clutched therein, flicks back an forth, as he analyzes his target.]

If you will not surrender willingly, I will use force to make you surrender, for your own, as well as the good of all.

[He howls, and springs forward, throwing the whole of his considerable weight behind a pounce attack, hoping to pin Muraki, and get it over quickly. If his experiences with Pixy and Ashura were any indication, however, he doubts it'll go that smoothly.]

[OOC: It's all good! Corpses just make Bladewolf angrier XD]

[madetosin]

[He'd been expecting it, however, and while not much of a fighter by many standards, he's quick and cunning. Enough, as least, to sidestep the lunge and turn on his heels, drawing a spare scalpel from his pocket, the metal flashing in the lights from the core.]

[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf knew it wasn't going to be that simple, and turns while skidding on the metal grating, sparks flying from his feet as he comes to a stop. He wasn't terribly worried about the scalpel, as he had no flesh to cut, but was worried about how much force, and what technique he would have to employ to catch the man off-guard, as all he was trying to do was knock him out. He whips his tail forward, flicking one of his knives at Muraki to test his reflexes. If he was as quick as his footwork suggested, he should be able to deflect the knife easily enough, and if not, if would leave Bladewolf the opening he was hoping for.]

[madetosin]

[It might have been easier, had he had his powers. The supernatural strength and speed he had above most men. But not only was that gone, leaving only mundane reflexes - admittedly well honed but mundane nonetheless - as well as injuries sustained from two days of fighting and general human fatigue. The worst injury seems to be his face. The right side of it is a mass of blood, his hair sticking in reddish clumps around the hole where his eye should be.

He sees the flash of the blade, attempts to dodge, and succeeds just enough to receive a deep gash across his arm. He growls in pain and lunges instead. He didn't care if this thing was made of metal. He'd find a seam and wedge his blade in it if it killed him]

[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf, being the robot that he is, is only slightly gashed up by Ashura's attempts to attack him, and is only mildly suffering from his own form of fatigue. He waits for Muraki to get close in his own lunge, before drawing another high-frequency knife from the holsters on his hips, hoping to take advantage of the opening Muraki was giving him. He charges forward, extending his tail forward, blade handle aimed for a surgical strike at Muraki's forehead.]

[madetosin]

[Muraki is mid-swing with his blade when the hit connects with a resounding crack, sending him tumbling rather awkwardly back and sideways and down to the metal grating on the floor, halfway into the pool of water than surrounds the body of the core - unconcious, at least for the moment]

[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf skids to a stop a few feet away from Muraki, and resheathes his knife, looking over his handiwork. He hadn't meant to his the other man so hard.]

I am sorry. Regardless of the justification, it is not my desire to harm others.

[Bladewolf walks over to Muraki now, and wraps his tail around him, lifting him awkwardly to his back, to deposit him in the Medbay, so that Bladewolf can resume his searching for bombs and space suits for everyone.]