Leo Kicked the dead Fraysan, just for good measure after his arm was scratched. It barely did any damage since his skin was pretty damn tough. Suddenly, a booming voice came from one of the group member's radio. As Leo listened to the message, he scoffed. What a prick. Every bad guy was the same. Do what they say or have the world be destroyed. Of course, with this guy, it was probably more plausible that that would actually happen. But he was still a prick.

Leo looked around at the gathering crowd of civilians. They were all looking at Nikolai. Having heard stories about Nikolai Senior from the first Fraysan War, Leo wasn't surprised at all. It was more like confirmation that the stories his own dad had told him were true. Leo took a deep breath and exhaled. "Well I'm taking the road less traveled by. We go in guns blazing and kick some Fraysan ass."

Jett seemed to be the only one to notice Mano up there; everyone else was panicking or staring at Nikolai Jr. He cupped his hands together and called, "Hey," After a moment of silence, he called again, "Hey!"

Fed up, he called again, "ALOHA!"

Nikolai Jr. suddenly took notice of at least twenty eyes on him, mostly including civilians. He put his hands up, chuckling to himself, "Hey don't look at me like that, I'll kick your asses," looking to Mercy he scoffed, "Yes he meant me! There's no other half-breeds that even exist."

He turned to the rest of the group, which included Mano if he could hear from up there, "Listen, I know that guy," He pointed out toward the distant horizon that held The City, "He's a prick. He'll take me, kill me, then destroy the world anyway. The best thing to do is march in that city and kill him. You kill Carnifex, the rest of the Fraysans go down too."

He exhaled, "But doing it alone is a suicide mission. Doing it with a group of two or even three is a suicide mission. No, no, I need everyone's help on this one--who's with me?"

The pain-stricken Necro looked up at Elyss, speaking in its native tongue We must....avenge....the fallen. It then fell limp.

Mano looked down to Jett. "Need something? I'm still not paint cards, dude, I don't like games of chance. Besides, you kinda seem like the type to cheat."

"I mean, you're not wrong," Jett admitted, "But what I was gonna say is you should come down and stay awhile! Looks like we might group up. I could probably gamble some metal parts for you during the trip."

Mano walks until he's just above Jett, casually in the air as though it were nothing at all, before falling beside him. "Sounds violent. I don't really do violence. Or know you guys. Or have much reason to follow you around. I've got my device to focus on, and seeing if I can get any other tech going."

"Can't get any other tech going if the world ends, can you?" Jett replied with a smirk, "You can just stick around in the back and do that cool inertia stuff you got going on."

Mano wrinkles his brow, folding his arms. "It doesn't go far from my body. It's a self defense trick, good for working with dangerous gear or getting away or doing magic. Don't see how I can help."

"I'll go," Elyss replied immediately after the Necro's reply. "I know a thing or two of Fraysan. I can help."

She stood there cloaked, still hidden and waiting for Nikolai's reply. She looked at the others then back at him. A half-breed, she thought. The very idea kind of sickened her but here it was. It was possible and Carnifex was after him. Either way, this was her chance to help, a fight against the rising threat! She was going through with this, she had to.

It was her retribution after all. She can't ask for forgiveness but perhaps, she can find peace after this.

Yogi casually strolled up, before completely stopping in front of the blood, gore, various corpses, and goo.

Whistling a happy tune, possibly Spanish in origin, He began to sweep, making big, strong strokes, wiping the sludge and removing the gore.
He seemed to not care at all.

"Who's Mercy?"

"Okay, Okay, I can see this isn't getting anywhere," Jett sat there in thought for a moment, tapping his foot. Nikolai Jr. was clearly getting pissed off--he just gave an amazing speech and it wasn't even being taken into consideration.

"Join the group or I'll--"

Jett interrupted, raising a finger as a metaphorical lightbulb appeared above his head, "What if I provide you all with cake, a drink, and a place to sleep on the way?"

Mano's eyes light up. "Alright! I'll totally go with! I can't remember the last time I had cake! I think it was back when I was a babe?"

The radio transmitter in Orwell turned on, Carnifex's voice going through and Orwell stared at the frequency lines. They were in chaos. Orwell cradled the small boy in his hands. "The world will end hmmm..." a camera stared at Nikolai Jr. and the mini gun spun to life. He pointed the gun at Nikolai. "This would be the easier route to ensure Master Edward's safety... However," the gun shut off. "He requested you back alive and I'm not very fitted to do that. So seems like the only option left for me, is to kill this threat." Orwell never heard of Carnifex, he had dealt with the odd occasion Necros, but that was the extent of his Fraysan experience. The small robotic arm finished reloading the bazooka and it relatched the canister. "So then, is this cake for everyone?"

"That'd be me." Mercy raised her hand into the air, smiling, when the Radio-Guy spoke her name. She wasn't sure though, how did the gambler know her name.

With her hands behind her head, Mercy kept looking at people, volunteering one after the other. Fighting off Raiders and strengthening encampments was one thing, but fighting aliens that destroyed the planet once already...? "Put me in, coach..." With a crooked grin on her face and eyes closed, she once more raised her hand high into the air. "I came 'ere to help people after all...Das a one way to do it, innit?" She stretched from that position, and then put her hands down on her hips. "When do we start?"

There was also cake in the game, after all.