Chapter CCLXX: Limits to Patience ~Multehx

Sitting there, cloaked to the world, the demon growled under his breath in frustration. He glanced up, cocking an eyebrow.

"I've seen more impressive things in a show and tell," he muttered, shaking his head. "Truly, these humans are shoddy fighters. Why, we've been here about three or so hours and they're losing nicely! It's almost like they're trying to get beaten down."

He snickered, closing his eyes again.

"However, I do have to admit, for such poor combat skills, they shame the most enduring punching bags. I don't think I've ever seen anyone lose this long, exactly."

Eventually opening one eye in mild fascination of how they were faring, Multehx groaned at the continued spectacle. He deftly waved a hand in the air, causing his shadow to split off a bit and raise to the third dimensional plane. It filled out and began to take on the appearance of him exactly; invisible as he was now, the same scarred gash over his left eye, same getup, everything.

Multehx snickered as he thought to himself, Huah, Pseudo's Projection ability comes in handy when you've gotten it down. A copy of me, as strong, fast, and healthy as I am. Heh, this shall be amusing!

The copy blinked briefly, becoming oriented to existence.

Multehx made a brushing motion with his hand at the fighters. "Projection, kindly take care of them for me," he yawned.

The projection looked at the fight, then back to his seated creator. It shrugged and made its way over to the tree Multehx was resting against. 707 only watched incredulously as his alternation took a seat as well, leaning against the tree in similar fashion.

"What are you doing…?" Multehx asked.

Grinning, the projection closed its eyes. "Well, I don't wanna go over there and kill. I rather sit here and relax." It stretched, yawned, then settled back, arms folded behind its head. "Ah yeah, you picked it right indeed. This certainly is a leaning tree."

Snorting, Multehx caused the projection to melt back into his shadow. "Lazy-ass," he muttered, producing his black metal blade, the Rhyjulian.

The weapon flared to life, a red outer-edge surrounding the black metal. Similarly, a blue one appeared on the exterior of the red. Snarling, Multehx leapt into the fray, still invisible to the others. He didn't bat an eye or hesitate to deliver a savage chop with his left hand to one of the assailant's spine. A loud "CRACK" was inaudible over the sounds of battle. Similarly, another seemed to "trip" without notice and impale himself upon the drawn-to-strike blade of a companion. This individual stared in horror at his accomplice, now dead on his weapon. But this shock was quickly replaced by abject terror as he felt an intensely sharp prick on the back of his neck. He almost swore someone said in a hushed tone from behind him, "Go to Hell," before he felt his mind torn apart by blackness and his consciousness fell to oblivion.

To any observers, it looked like he just passed out and fell over, not moving. Almost silently, Multehx appeared in a blur, then more solidly behind the other three. The others of the attacking group busied themselves fleeing, screaming in terror of these unusual events. The others of Multehx's side were too weary from battle to notice these happenings. Multehx scoffed in a very unimpressed manner as he walked through their midst.

"Really guys, you might wish to snap things up to par if you wish to take on the forces of the twisted madman who awaits us. It's amusing that you couldn't fight people who were as big klutzes with such brittle bones and organs as they."

Kentaro glared indignantly and shot back with, "Well, where were YOU when all this was happening, Mr. Bigshot?!"

Multehx stopped and glanced over his shoulder, shrugging. "I suddenly remembered I forgot my sword, so I rushed off to get it." He smirked and continued walking. "I suggest you take things of this sort as seriously if you hope to succeed." He smirked as he continued, "I'll be headed to town if anyone needs me. Take all my calls and fax me a memo."

The Twilighter continued walking, now almost alone. He sighed to himself and shook his head. Now that damn temper of mine caused me to break that vow I made to myself.

He scratched his head in thought, and then put his fist in the palm of his opposite hand.

Okay, then I vow never again to fight like that. I'm a demon, and a fighter; doesn't mean I have to resort to as bloodthirsty tactics as many of us did.

His thoughts cleared on the matter and again they drifted back to something else. Clenching his fists reflexively, the agent glared.

T'lucan, I don't know why you're here and what your game is, but messing with my team and making my dashing image so tainted is not something I'm about to permit.

He pointed with his sword into the sky and narrowed his eyes. \

Mark my words, I'm coming for you.