Affilan sheathed her sword and kneeled down in respect. She spoke with her master. "My lord? Tell me what you wish for, and I shall do my utmost to manifest it." Her soft words reached out for pearls of wisdom.

Onlookers watched as she spoke into thin air. A sure-fire sign of insanity, the majority thought. Who dares to strike at such a person that only moments beforehand brought three of the strongest into a state of terror?

Engage them with your charm and wit, of course. You have always been the master of recruitment, my dear Affilan. Stand down in the fighting and speak with them. And if you can't get them to see reason, I shall grant you the chance to win them over with force if need be. Kaiser, cold and calculating, matched her words with a softness in his tone also.

"As you wish, my lord. I shall do my utmost to bring over new followers today." Affilan rose and bowed at Kaiser, then turned to face the crowds. Whispers rang out in the back lines, unable to see what had been happening. A lone Gobforcer in the back line tried to spur on comrades in front of them, pushing and shoving forward. "Oi, get a fackin moov on; we ain't got all day av weh." Their comrades acted in defiance; words and attitude met with a deafening silence and gargoyle-like immobility. "Wots got you lot so stiff en? Tigion got your tongue ya chicken shits?"

A Gobhead from another group had skulked off in fear, trying to run down the sides of the cavern, and was caught by the Gobforcer. "Wherez you running off ta en coward?" holding the Gobgician with one hand in the air, the Gobgicians legs kicked at him; a blow to the face released the grip and they spoke in repsonse, "I'm getting out of here, the traitorankers have been stopped by a dangerous foe. They can no longer fight!" He trembled so strongly, his body stuttered as frequently as his words.

The Gobforcer was dismissive. "You daft azukuch. Dems traitorankers are ard as fackin nails. Dey won't die tha eezee!" The Gobgician wasn't sticking around and bolted away from the scene. Colt had attempted to attack Affilan again; the projectile launched at her was simply deflected away, ricocheting into the cavern passage, connecting with the Gobforcer, and leaving nothing but his boots still standing as green blood soaked his fellow revolters, causing screams among them. "NO, JONNO!" "U STOOPID TRAITORANKERZ, WIL KILL US ALL!"

Affilan felt every moment of the attack travel along her hand up to her arm. It wasn't a normal projectile; Colt had attempted to hide a secondary thing within the orb she threw at the foe. Walking Widow's venom? An underhanded tactic that would have been lethal against most of those present here. The traitorankers underestimated Affilan once again. The pain that stood out fueled her unexpected release, "Oh yes, THIS is an incredible feeling. A Snu Sphere combined with a Walking Widow's venom dart. A brilliant tactic, Miss Eagle. I admire your creativity; that type of knowledge requires mastery of combat sense and ingenuity to come up with."

How did she know what I did!? She cannot be of this world, surely? This is fucking unnatural. Or is she that much better than the rest of us here? No... No, there's something else for sure. Garfisk also freaked out at something we can't see. So what is it? Puzzling thoughts rapidly came to Colt after the unexpected positive comment.

Anton sheathed his weapon and took the diplomatic opportunity, trying to figure out what this person wanted. "Who are you? All of you? You lurk in the shadows, yet seem to have claimed the Gobheads habitat for your own. Would Anton's calm and inquisitive series of questions trigger a fighting response in this circumstance? He hoped it would not.

"I am Affilan, a believer of the true cause. A follower of his grace, Kaiser. Denier of the false god hack, thpit...Serilia."

"What is so different about your 'Grace' that you would worship such an unknown deity?"

"The whore above is weak and pathetic, along with the rest of the realm. They squabble over meaningless and unimpactful things while failing to follow through on even the simplest needs of the people. An almighty entity capable of creating a star and planet is unable to undo the events of some advanced civilization's technology? Yet the people still follow her blindly. Are you of sound mind? Or are you all fucking SHEEP!?"

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She seems unstable, unwell. I'm not convinced she is fully there in her mind. Anton tried to analyse his foe. but he couldn't consider it anything apart from the ramblings of a lunatic.

"This is not a strong argument. Your fighting ability is far beyond ours; I will readily concede that, but your logic is that of a hormonal teenager. I'm unconvinced."

"Perhaps a demonstration would convince you otherwise?" Affilan said with an emotionless tone.

Anton shrugged at Affilans question, "Maybe...if he reveals himself. Kaiser, that is. All the heavenly realms have revealed themselves in some form during the past eight years. I may find it somewhat more convincing."

Colt regained her senses and found they had reached something of a new state of mind. She, Anton, and Garfisk were cut off from the rest of the battle. Time had been slowed down around where they stood.

To distort the world around them is no ordinary feat. Colt could tell now, Affilan wasn't talking to some invisible thing in the sky; her 'Grace' was real. They attempted to make their way forward, but Garfisk's potion he drank before fighting began to take effect. He shimmered with all the colours of the elements as he roared loudly once more. "RARRGHH," he shouted as the power took hold of him.

As Garfisk charged towards Affilan, he was met with a force that stopped him in his tracks. "Garfisk, you are well and truly a blubbering idiot. Can't you see the grown-ups are talking?" Said Guido, rubbing a hand through his well-groomed hair casually.

"Took you long enough to get here; what the hell were you up to back there?" Anton was furious that the three of them were left to fend off Affilan without any help.

"I had other matters to attend to. I'm here now; stop being a baby. Is she the one giving you all this trouble?"

Anton nodded in response, "Trouble would be an understatement. I've never encountered someone like this before."

Kaiser was displeased with the new arrival, daring to enter, interrupting the performance he requested of his beloved follower. "This one believes in one thing only: what he can gain from doing something. He is unworthy."

"Understood, your grace," Affilan said aloud, catching the attention of Guido. He spoke to his companions in response, "Who is she talking to?"

"Her 'Grace,' we are not sure what that is, though she did tell us the name Kaiser, and her name is Affilan," said Colt, bracing themselves in the moment.

Guido wanted the payout from his signing up to this, by any means necessary. "Affilan, is it? Tell me, what do you wish for the Gobheads?"

"I do not speak to such unworthy individuals, you fucking pissant; leave this place." With scorching fire in her words and poison in her tone, she wasn't joking around here.

"That was a little rude, don't you think?"

Affilan didn't respond; she didn't even acknowledge Guido, which began to make him twinge with fury. "I'm going to give you a good wake-up call, madam," he thought, beginning to create a scenario in his head to fight with.

"My lord knows all your names, all your potential. He wishes for the three of you to join us. I do not wish to let him down, for an invitation to the following is the greatest honour one can receive in life." Affilan waved her hands around as if she were a politician trying to win over voters. Yet her words and confidence in what she believed in began to embrace the mind of Colt

"And yet, your spirit lord thing still chooses not to make an appearance, unlike those in the heavenly realm. You realise to anyone with half a brain, that suggests he is not all that almighty." Guidos' antagonizing words filled Affilan with rage, just how he wanted it to go.

Guide whispered to Anton. "Devotee types are always the same. Poke at the faith, and you get them to show their true colours." Anton didn't take his eyes off the dangerous Affilan. The words brushed over him.

"Calm yourself, Affilan; you are letting the words of this newcomer break you. Convince the other three with a show of force; that should cement the deal."

"As you wish, your Grace." Affilan unsheathed her sword once more, closing her eyes and absorbing the battlefield around her. Feeling the winds, taking in the scents lingering in the air and the noise of the fighting that had returned among the lessers. She wanted to know everything that was happening.

Guido threw out a canister, which burst in the air. Black gases began to expand outwards, distorting the view of the fighting. Affilan was annoyed by the blindness; it was a strong distorting substance that was overcoming her sharp senses.

Fucking sentients and their items Affilan thought, "Your comrade also dared to face me alone, and he is barely maintaining his sanity. What makes you think you can fare better against me?"

"What makes you think I'm trying to fight you?" This is just an escape method; bon voyage for now!"

"Guido, what the hell are you doing, man? Arriving and disappearing like that, you traitorous coward!"

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