Magic vs Science

Mishca

The Mech began firing at the village and I decided it was time for me to intercede. I advanced towards the small group, away from my cover behind the trees and raised my right arm.

-Mishca- Duran, the owner of the Mech, stated, the word echoing inside my head as it was fed into my brain.

-New orders. A small group are to be allowed to survive and I am to join them- I directed the thought towards him as a fountain of fire spluttered from my arm. The Mech stepped back avoiding the flames, still shooting rapidly at the village so that the sounds of screams joined the battle cries.

-How many?- Duran asked, fighting off the vines that one druid was attempting to wrap him in.

-About ten- General Axel decided, hijacking our conversation.

"Who the hell are you?" A dark winged Avian asked, climbing back to his feet, scythe in hand.

"Mischca," I replied, "at your service. We have to get this one away from the village."

"Any suggestions?" the nature druid asked.

Garrick watched the battle from a cliff. He was sick and tired of all the carnage. If neither would comply he would eliminate them both. Taking on last puff from his cigarette he threw it to the ground and stepped on it.

Resting his gun blade on his shoulder he jumped down sliding down a winding tree. Then he jumped from branch to branch making his way to the ground.

Once there he took off running. Up ahead he saw a mech about to kill a woman. Twirling his blade he raised it and fired. With his armor piercing bullets he tore apart the machine's leg causing it to fall over. It raised an arm to fire at Garrick, but he jumped and cut the cannon in half.

He opened the cock pit and hanged the man out, "Live or I'll kill you." The man nodded and ran off. Turning he helped the woman up, "What's your name?"

"Saera."

*Okay, apparently eh already did that...so I'll intro myself*

Ayla~

Ayla looked in astonishment as she saw another person like her. She had known the scientists speak of them but never had she seen one. or even a picture of one. While looking at him, and what he was looking at, she realized that he was going into battle soon. She may never get another chance like this again.

She landed gracefully next to him, and poked him. He jumpped and spun on her, knocking her down to the ground.

"Ouch,' she said quietly, "what was that for?"

Annie

I was flying erratically. The blast had done it's job; it had injured my wing.

I drove my claws into the rock as I passed over a nearby ridge, using the stone as a brake. I groaned as I finally came to a stop.

This pain...these machines are tougher than usual. I shuddered, collapsing onto my side. I could barely move; my left shoulder was slashed and bleeding, the results of both attacks I'd taken.

I stared at the new red machine, the one that had attacked me. A growl like no other rumbled from deep within my chest, and I felt a feeling alien to me.

You will fail here! I will make sure of that!

Saera looked the man up and down. "Uh...thanks. I haven't seen you around before. What's your name?"
"Garrick."
Saera glanced at the battlefront. "Well, Garrick, I am in your debt. If there's anything I can do...preferably after this is over, then come find me. I do not forget those who save my life." Saera flashed a grin at the stranger and turned to raise her staff once again.

Annie

I struggled to get up. I groaned when my leg seared, causing me to fall back down.

This is not good...I can't even move! I hissed at the mech. You'll pay for this, and for the village! Even if I have to transform!

That was it. I could transform and then attack again! I closed my eyes as I began to focus my magic throughout my body.

I felt my features shift and shrink - drastically. My claws shortened and dulled, becoming fingers as my wings and tail seemed to melt back into my body as a tall, young elf with flowing red hair took place of my red scaled being. I shuddered as the transformation ended, leaving me panting with a bleeding shoulder in place where a dragon had once landed.

I felt awkward, so I molded clothes for me out of the earth. A golden, strapless shirt, a flowing tan skirt, leggings, and boots...fully clothed, I could face anything.

I looked up at the man-machine team that had taken me by surprise. This is it. Time for retribution! I shot to my feet, summoning a curved sword out of the air as I charged at my quarry on foot.

"I see them, Pera," Axel said, still manuevering the foliage. "Send for reinforcements. Groups X, V, Y and T are on standby. Direct them to pursue the two remaining targets."

More info flashed. The specialty unit had finally arrived.

"Unit HK-47," Axel said into the mic, his calm tone never wavering. "You're late. Explain."

The speaker buzzed with more conversation. More units were falling. But so were more enemies. The destruction was increasing.

"Mishca," Axel said. "Decrease group size to five. Act with haste."

More buzzing. A mech pilot appeared, running pel-mel past him; Axel swerved to avoid him. Past a thicker grove of trees, Saera and Garriack stood next to a fallen mech.

Slowing, Axel rose an arm, ejecting a thick spray of tiny, black paticles from a compartment under the sleeve of his jacket. They spewed toward the pair, floating and encircling them. With a snap of the fingers, the particles exploded violently, flame threatening to engulf both Saera and Garrick.

Slade swung out his scythe as the mech attacked them.

"I cant imagine why i would jump when someone taps on my shoulder in the middle of a fight!" he said sarcastically.

He turned around to face her properly, only to see another Mech jumping there way. Slade pushed the girl out of the way to take on the mech. From behind the other mech grabbed him and flung him to the ground. As the incoming mech shot daggers from its arm, Slade closed his eyes.

'Finally.' he thought,'Maybe heavan will be nicer that this,' he thought, preparing for death.

Ayla shoved the mech to the side just as it launched the daggers off, throwing him off balence and off aim. With one of its own daggers she killed the last one.

"Are you sucidal?!" she asked when he opened his eyes hesitantly. "If you are you're a pretty bad one too."

HE opened his eyes and seemed to finally get a good look at her, his jaw dropped and he scanned her from head to toe. "You're...you're..."

"An Avian too. Why do you think I came down to help?"

He shrugged, "because you're sucidal too?"

Tarragon had never seen war before. So suddenly showing up in the middle of a gigantic battlefield was a rude shock. He threw up into a pool of blood. At the bottom of the pool was a severed head of some soldier.

What is this? Tarragon wondered, wiping his mouth. He knew the patient was conflicted, now he knew how conflicted.

A loud noise thundered behind him and Tarragon saw a bunch of missiles fly overhead.

Mishca

I hung back as the magic users began to gather together. In fact, I was intrigued by their sense of community, the way they put theirselves at risk for one another. How strange. And yet these were the people who wanted to halt progress, who wanted to prevent science saving and transforming lives.

-Decrease the group, Mishca- General Axel ordered again. I counted briefly to find two avians, two druids, an elf, two humans and a werewolf around me. Eight.

-Can't we leave it as it is?- I asked.

-Decrease to five, Mishca- Axel insisted as the Mechs began to line up, seperating the group and myself from the village and their fellow fighters.

-It will look too suspicious- I protested.

"What are they doing?" the female Avian demanded.

"I have no idea," the fair haired nature druid replied.

"I think they're letting us go," I suggested pointedly.

"But why?" one of the others asked.

Can someone please bring me in. Pleeeeeeassssseeee.

me too? I have absolutely no idea where to come in...

Garrick threw himself over Saera trying to protect her from the flames. When they finally subsided Garrick's shirt was gone replaced with burn marks, his pants scorched. "Why?" The man landed not far from them. He stood stone cold, not a shred of remorse in his eyes. "Why!"

Garrick raised his gun blade firing like a mad man. The man raised his arm, an alloy shield formed a shield. The bullets bounced off. Garrick jumped into the air and brought his sword down, but it couldn't cut the shield. The man pushed him away reveling a needle appearing below his hand.

Garrick tried to side step it, but the needle dug into his left arm. He screamed in pain as electricity began to flow into him.

Kele jumped off hte building as a misle flew over head. He landed with a thud and looked around. There were two humens running quickly for cover from misles headed their way. He ran towards them just as a misle landed where he had been. He yanked some ground up and threw it at a misle as it was about to hit him. As he reached hte two humens another misle headed their way. He yanked up more earth and threw it towards the misle as they all dove away.

"Hello." He said yanking up rocks as a barrier around them for a few seconds. They both looked at him like he was crazy and he probably was but heck what better way to die then when your crazy at the time. "Are you two trying to get out of town?" He asked,

"No, just somewhere so that we can be safe and fight at the same time, at least where we wont be seen." The older of the two replied,

"And a place with alot of water." The younger said,

"I'm Kele, and if you don't mind I'd like to help you find where ever this is or help you create it cause fighting alone is suicidal." He said,

"Alright, well I'm Raskar," THe older said,

"I'm Lethero." The younger replied,

"Alright, now lets get busy."