“Are you serious?” The hemomancer started. They had just completed the bounty before. Going unrecognized was acceptable, but adding more to his list wasn't. “I'm not a map, so go find one.” Shots fired. Patience was gone like the rest of the colony. He walked past the warrior without even the simplest of glances. Hands in pockets, just like always. “These NPCs are in danger and refuse to sell anything until they're helped.” His mouth parted with the information while aimed at the man behind him.

Ahead the defender laid the roots of another sandstorm. This one was different from normal. It sparked with blue hues as bolts of electricity danced across its exterior. It must have been the mummy. Another easy smash and grab, just as the one before. If the piercer chose to follow, that was his choice. Either way, carnage continued his push forward. To any observer, the giant gale of sand appeared to swallow him whole as he forwarded his steps.

Lithe

The gigantic undead beast had spawned, or at least shown himself to both the peircer and the hemomancer. With bandages covering his skin, the creature took started at the two with the raising of his right hand. There was no time to humor the attacker, or to answer his questions. Now it was a question of life and death, but Carnage would go unscathed by the risk. His mind only wandered on the concepts of reaching this point of existence in the first place. How could he back in a place like this, with a guy like this against a monster like this one?

Carnage's legs refused to move while his knees began to carry the brute of the weight. His hands, covered in his beginner bracers, revealed themselves to the dust of the sandstorm. They opened wide with palms facing the front of his target. The mummy's attack came crashing in one fail swoop. His elbow bent while his torn shoulder carried the force of his claw down on the attacker and defender. Carnage didn't move any further. He was ready to take the blow but also carried no protection for his ally.

Lithe

Once the dust settled, if that was even possible in a sandstorm, the player remained in the same stance as before. The mummy's hands left red markers on the body, an extension to the damage dealt against his lifebar. While the defender's healthbar dropped dramatically from the blow, a red-colored substance began to decorate the air around him. It floated against the wind and sand, rotating around Carnage in a circular motion. Now that he was hit, he could finally attack.

By bending his knees and spreading out his body, the defender shifted into an attack state. With his fingers in the shapes of claws, the hemomancer struck at the air with his own hands as the blood around him reacted to the order. Two spheres of the vile fluid ripped from the center piece and acted as bullets to Carnage's movement and command. They took turns attacking the mummy, once at the torso and another an uppercut at the chin. Normal basic attacks, but with increased damage due to the lack of health.

Lithe

Carnage hardly paid any note or mention to the attacker beside him. Little effort, little regard. He continued to lay blows into the towering zombie with every piece of his own blood. His eyes only caught a short glimpse of the hero working from the backside. With a sudden blade in a hand, the warrior cut clean through the mummy's heels. The strike sent the mummy falling forward in one single pull of gravity. Fortunately, the defender acted quickly to his own expectations. A strike of blood pressed against the creature's jaw, releasing an extra blow but also pushing him away from the Hemomancer's location altogether.

“Idiot.” He wish he could of spoken louder against the sandstorms winds.

The putrid zombie release a shriek upon impact. His heels split and peeled apart with the fall, separating the rest of his body from his feet. But the mummy wasn't one to give in. Pressing his fingers against the dunes, the mummy slid across the ground with rapid speed. He was a crawler now, and his aggro was shifted from defender to attacker. The fool brought it upon himself by striking the perfect weak spot. Carnage would wait to see how the other play would react before doing anything more.

Lithe

Carnage found reassurance in the form of Lithe finishing the fight, but the game was rigged since he showed in the first place. One way, the piercer would be ripped apart. The other had him slaying the target just as he did now. Both were wins and accomplishments, and to prove his satisfaction the white-haired defender turned his back on his comrade. He sought to close the distance between him and what was left of the nearby settlement. This was all one big obstacle, and Lithe remedied it all. Too bad it would go without thanks.

Once he cleared a moment's pass, he arrived on what was left of the settlement which was now half sandy tomb. His hands had returned to their comfortable positions in his pockets, while his eyes probed the area for any survivors. There was no intention of heroics behind his crimson-colored hues. He only wanted to purchase his goods and continue his way back to the Town of Origins. With no concrete confirmation, the player let out a huge sigh before continuing past it all. He made no work towards finding those who may of made it.

Lithe

He wasn't worth the situation, the time or the cause. With his hands back to his pockets, the hemomancer kept a good distance between his back and the player behind him. His blood spun around his orbit to some sort of beat, but all be design. Drop by drop, the pieces returned to his skin as his health began to fill at the state of being out of combat. It was clean-cut, but so was the defender's cold shoulder to his comrade. Lithe didn't do anything more than he was forced to, a cause constructed by Carnage himself. If he was to take credit, it would only pay continued respect to the blood-bender.

Ignoring the attacker was somewhat of a chore, to say the least. However, it wasn't anything particularly different from the norm he committed to. His feet kept a stable pace in the destroyed village, keeping an eye out from the merchant from before. He wouldn't stop unless he found him, and if he didn't, his journey would strike forward until he met the Town of Origins. There was no way the piercer would follow him all the way there.

Lithe