OOC: Erik is getting in those armored tits no matter what

Erik felt pure delightful surprise as the warriors rebelled and abandoned their master. He couldn't help but let a smile grow on his face as the pink one spoke her part. At least they appeared to have some shred of honor left within them, to finally get in their heads that they served a weakling with no honor and only pride, there was hope for the two yet. He had at least gotten a bit more respect for them now, not just for their strength now but as honorable warriors. As the pink one approached however, she revealed her face as she took off her helmet.

She seemed to have some sense of attraction, as she showed off her face. She had white hair like a fair maiden and deep blue eyes, yet she bore the strength she did with pride .He hadn't felt attracted to another woman in a very long time, and this one at least was able to fight with pure power in battle. She leaned in to whisper to his ear, and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she spoke "Thanks for the wake-up call. I needed it... asshole."

"Your welcome, valkyrie. May we meet on the battle side by next time, and not head on against each other." He replied proudly, he watched proudly as the two fighters left in their portal. As they left however, he hit his chest hard with his right hand in respect of them. As they left without a trace, Erik turned slowly to Piss Hair. His original genuine smile turned into a malicious one with sadistic intent as he closed his hands into clenching fists.

I'm going to kill piss hair, Jatt. The armored warriors send their regards for fighting with us.

Erik quickly wrapped his hands around the smaller man, before anyone could react.

Isabelle wasn't impressed by what Dimitri had spoken of, or what Alistair continued on about. "I mean no disrespect, but how can I trust either of you? I would feel much safer in your presence if you used a command seal to have Dimitri explain the full extent of his Noble Phantasm to me. After we get this small detail behind us we can go look for Vance, if you that is what your hearts desire."

OOC: I'm waiting on Tsar's post because I can't do anything without him saying something since I don't know what's happened yet.

"To return the statement, Miss Isabelle, how can I trust you that when I turn my back I won't be singed alive by your magic?" Alistair grimaced. "Myself and my servant have done what you asked and you wish for further confirmation? My dear, you may have the upper hand but if you think you can push me further to actually use a command seal as a truth serum, well, you have a mind in the clouds."

He said jutting his pointer up in the air. "If you want to build trust, then trust in what we say as we trust that you won't butcher us here," the gentleman said calmly but he could feel his hackles coming up. If in another time, he would have found this persistence attractive but in the current situation it only aggravated his core.

Isabelle shifted and chuckled at herself, "Don't stress yourself, Mr. Dunwich, I was just seeing how far you would go. I assume you have a plan for locating and dealing with Vance. Jack and I will assist you until Vance is eliminated from this war, and that's it."

Rocco didn't waste his time replying. He immediately summoned both of his scimitars and appeared behind Jett, quicker than he could realise, and then put them both up to his neck.
If he succeeded, Rocco would say,"Unless you make your servant let go of my master, all 4 of us will perish from this world. Would you rather that, or have the chance to take Vance out personally?'

Erik squeezed Vance harder as he started to crush the smaller man. Rocco's words however made him hesitate, as he was stuck in thought of what to do. Did he kill Vance? To that end all the suffering of the others in the future would be stopped immediately, and he would finally have the satisfaction of snapping Piss Hair's neck. But then he thought on the other choice, the one he would ultimately have to take. Despite it being hard to process it with his heart beating so loud with excitement, like a war drum in his body, he calmed down. If he kills Piss Hair, then Jett would die, and everything he has done would be for nothing.

Yet Erik kept his crushing grip on Vance, not putting in any more strength, and listened to what they all said. He required a massive amount of will to listen through all the blood lust he had been afflicted with, but he did so anyway, however reluctantly.

OOC: Um, I think we're in separate sections of the ship at this point, so I don't think you'd be able to hear me. I'd like for Devour to give the go ahead for this or something.

OOC: You and Boom haven't said shit about entering the damn ship, so no, your still outside.

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OOC: You and Boom haven't said shit about entering the damn ship, so no, your still outside.

OOC: Woah ok calm down


Rocco breathed a sigh of relief, still not letting go of Jett. 'Thank you for considering your choices wisely.' 'Sir, what shall I do with Jett?'

Jett was able to see what happened. He watched as the knights went into the portal and left their 'master', and he also heard what Erik said. There was a part of him that wanted to allow Erik to simply kill the man and rid him of this world. However, there was another part that knew doing so would end in the death of his parents...

Or would it?

Before he could finish his thought, he felt Rocco's presence behind them, followed by the slight feeling of metal against his neck, "Alright big guy...Just calm down, okay?" He said softly, turning slightly over his shoulder to look at him. He knew that now, he'd have to make Erik stop. There was no way that the berserker would do it on his own--he despised Vance too much. He would be forced to use a command seal--

His eyes widened.

He didn't kill him.

"Okay Erik," Jett continued, "Just let him go completely, and then I'm sure Rocco will," His eyes glowed like embers in a flame as he stared at the servant, "Right?"

Rocco stayed silent, and was still looking at Vance. If he let Jett go now, he probably wouldn't do too much, but he couldn't take his chances. If he made a slip up in front of Vance, it would be annoying for both of them.

"kill, Kill, Kill, KILL, KILL!" The words repeated themselves in his head, over and over again, the voice was dark and grim and clouded Erik's thoughts. It was the beast, it wanted it's blood thirst to be sated. He wanted to kill, he wanted the honorless snake dead, he must die. He must, he must, he must! The words of his master fell on deaf ears, as Erik slowly lost control of his own body. He squeezed harder on the small man, the sounds of bones breaking, as Erik fought for control of himself.

He tried to talk, to reply to the others and warn them off his lack of control. But all the words that came out were snarls and loud growls, the beast was nearly in control of his whole body. He started to feel more and more like a puppet as his own conscious was slipping away into madness. In one last ditch attempt at not losing himself, he spoke in telepathy to his master.

Stop my madness before I lose control of myself!

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Isabelle shifted and chuckled at herself, "Don't stress yourself, Mr. Dunwich, I was just seeing how far you would go. I assume you have a plan for locating and dealing with Vance. Jack and I will assist you until Vance is eliminated from this war, and that's it."

Alistair was in fact calm. He just found the idea of using a command seal for such a task ridiculous if not a waste of resources.

"I have my sources to locate the wretch," Alistair nodded to confirm, twirling his cane. "As for actually dealing with Vance, I have my own tools at my disposal but I feel as if Jett has his own reservations on the man. Just one look at him from the tragedy back at the mansion says he has a good moral compass."

The gentleman breathed. "Well, if business is done between us, I must ask we exchange phone numbers. Communication is key, after all."