RP:Battling the Mad Chaos Scientist

~Part V of the Arc:Chaos in the Nameless Desert

Battling the Mad Chaos Scientist

In the Lab of the Scientist

The scientist, now devoid of any semblance of an army, cowers in the darkest corner of the room- his eyes frantically zooming from the left, to the right, up, down and every direction the eyes are able- so that he may avoid looking at the band. Crouched, he looks not unlike a squirrel, as his hands are brought together and into his emaciated chest, fingers stumbling over one another as he nervously strokes his hands. Sputtering, the scientist looks around for another moment before shrieking- though this time, it is clearly fear that drives the sound and not his apparent madness. Mid-shriek, he draws from within his robes, six small throwing daggers- three to a hand. Miraculously, he is able to weave his fingers around the respective hilts as he raises his right hand up, clearly intending to throw them at the caravan. Arching his arm back and to the left, the scientist lets the small blades fly, though haphazardly- they were obviously meant for a distraction. Diving, he is surprisingly agile as he hops up off the ground and grabs a murky green vial off of a shelf. Lifting his arm once more, he flicks his wrist and shatters the vial on the ground, the contents hiss and bubble on the ground as a noxious smoke fills the small space of the lab. If any were to inhale it, or expose their eyes to it for an extended period, surely there would be a great deal of pain involved, as the liquid is semi-corrosive in nature; presumably it was used in his dastardly experiments on the corpses that litter the ground.

Arcos was only visible as a mere speck in the sky though it was likely that the battle that was seemingly reaching it's end would be a suffice enough distraction for the dark avian to approtch unnoticed. As his scarlet eyes take in the gory scene below from behind the mask of a goblin his large, ebon wings stop flapping, causing the cloaked man to glide in a decent. As he lands quite a distance away, Arcos turns to face the laboratory in an attempt to get a better grasp of the situation.

Cecilnezuto stood with his double, surprised at the scientist's swift movements. As he watched, that acrid haze filled the room and though his eyes were fine, his sensitive nose started to burn as the noxious fumes wafted about. Gagging slightly, he'd make his double pace to the other side, it was unaffected due to being merely a summoned duplicate. True, it could fight and use minor spells, but it was a magical creature and such things wouldn't normally affect it. As Cecil's blade glowed brightly, he'd just cough repeatedly and keep his crimson hues locked on the scientist. The second Cecil's blade flared bright crimson as it moved to the other side of the group, as if it was awaiting an order and watching it's target intently, waiting to strike on command

Guyon lifts his back left leg up, testing to see if it had fully healed- as if the centaur did not believe in the strength of his own healing powers- rather, it was a nervous motion, as he knew the battle was far from over. Tensing, he places his bow deftly in front of him, left hand positioned steadily at the center of the bow’s arc, while the fingers on his left hand strum the bowstring itself; several arrows already notched and waiting the swift motion that would set them free. Taking several steps forward, Guyon scrunches his eyes- his brows knit together in concentration- he didn’t trust the tiny man, particularly as the centaur witnessed the seemingly harmless, though mad, scientist draw blades from the insides of his robes. The centaur hesitates, a disturbing move, as the scientist tumbles and shatters the vial on the floor not ten feet in front of him. Guyon’s eyes race from the floor to the scientist and back to the floor only to feel the corrosive fumes strike his eyes. Meaning to wipe the fumes away from his eyes, Guyon lets loose the arrows waiting on his bow- they fly, two astray and hitting the walls, while the third – by grace of fate- is headed directly to the scientist. Backing up, Guyon swipes at his eyes with the back of his left hand.

Ymheshphilun suddenly caught movement in the corner of his predatory eyes, despite how much fun he was having crushing the head of this other centipede--apparently it's blood wasn't the toxic mix of acids that his was. Hah. Noob. Anyhow--ah yes, the movement. Daggers, flying! Swing and a miss, except for that zombie over there. He got hit in the hip. Poor guy. Then there was another motion, followed by a large cloud of noxious gas. The zombies would begin to crumble almost immediately upon exposure--it worked quickly upon touching them. Ym ordered the whole army back, shoved the dead centipede away for later, and blasted straight through the cloud. It hurt. It burned. It smelled terrible. But Ym was Ym, and his thought was that the fastest way to best this man was... well, beat him. Thus, he barreled straight through the cloud, claws and mandibles snapping, ready to take this guy down. Should he get a hold on the man... well, there would be broken bones and possibly lost limbs.

The scientist smiles wide in triumph, his toothy grin revealing that years of a lack of dental hygiene have left him with little to no teeth. Still relatively close to the corner of the room, the scientist raises his right hand, though off to the side again, as this second set of daggers is thrown towards the trio-though with more aim. One is aimed directly for the centaur’s chest, while the other two streak towards the original Cecil. Heedless of the doppelganger closing the distance, the chaos scientist stalks slight along the wall, feeling blindly for another vial. Fingers curl deftly around the smooth glass as the scientist, heedless of its contents, jettisons the bottle at Guyon- what was it with the scientist and the centaur? No matter, he drops to the ground, his hands patting down the cold stone in search of something; and finds it. Quickly snatching up some small pieces of what appear to be metal, or perhaps ore, the scientist clamps his hand shut tight around its new found contents. Scrambling to his feet, the scientist looks up only in time to see Ym barreling towards him at a frightening speed. Gasping, the scientist dives off to the left and away from the centipede, though he is caught with a backlash. Landing on his stomach, his limbs are splayed outward- spread eagle. “oopf!” escapes his lips as he hits the floor and scrambles up again, his had curling even more tightly around the metal contents. Glancing up, apparently uniterested in the centaur, the scientist eyes the Halfling, and charges for him, his free hand wailing desperately in the air, in an attempt to tackle him to the ground- something about the half elf/half dragon was interesting to the scientist.

Arcos steps forward through the sand, his mean-looking mask sneering devilishly as his head jerks up to watch the battle inside. He wouldn't enter just yet, there was still the danger of getting caught in the cross fire. He certainly didn't want that. The dark avian comes as close as the door, leaning against the wall on one side to peek in as his fingers reach inside the confinds of his long coat to draw forth twin dark-steel daggers. With one in each hand he silently plots out when he would strike and kill the scientist. Right now it seemed things were under control to him, coming from one whom wouldn't care who won either way.

Cecilnezuto was still coughing and sputtering from whatever was in that damned vial and caught the flash of the daggers racing towards him. He'd raise his shield up, just in time, deflecting them, but as he lowered it, he was barrelled into by the crazy bastard and wasn't really harmed, that he could tell. Placing a leg in the scientist's chest, Cecil'd roll back and fling the crackpot old fool, but that's when he heard a rip and saw cloth clutched in the man's hands. Looking to his side, he saw the pouch with the Chaos Shards he'd found while searching for the 'presence', had been ripped and as if in slow motion, he looked up and saw several of them flying through the air, right to the madman. Forgetting the fumes for a moment, Cecil froze, those Shards were too far from his influence to be neutralized.....this was -not- going to end well. As he grabbed the pouch and placed it within a fresh one, time seemed to resume and his lungs started to burn as the fumes had started their assault again, though not as harsh as before. Still, they caused him to hack once more as he watched helplessly as a few of the Shards landed by the fallen scientist, glowing their horrid myriad of colors

Guyon snorts in an attempt to rid his lungs of the noxious fumes. Shutting his eyes for a moment, the centaur opens them up only in time to see the dagger flying at him; raising an arm, Guyon takes the dagger directly into his forearm, pain shooting through the limb like fire. Snarling, he reaches up with his other hand, the bow having slid down the length of his arm to rest in the crook of his elbow, and pulls out the blade, dropping it on the ground. His eyes follow the dagger, and much to his dismay, takes his attention away from the scientist and the vial now arcing through the air. The bottle shatters on impact, leaving a thick fluid to run slowly down his abdomen. Bringing both hands up, Guyon attempts to wipe away the contents, only to find it mildly sticky. Irritated, the centaur attempts to shake off the seemingly harmless assault and redraws his bow, his right hand drawing two large steel arrows out of the quiver hanging to his side. Snarling, he aims them directly for the scientist’s head, each arrow intended to pierce an eye socket. Releasing the arrows, he retreats only to see Cecil stumble slightly, and horrified, the centaur takes several steps towards his fallen comrade in an attempt to help him out of any would-be trouble.

Ymheshphilun was temporarily half-blinded from the cloud--when his vision cleared, he saw that the man was wayyyy over there. How'd he get over that way so fast? He'd rush over there to help, but there was a cloud of poison gas in the way, and--oh, blast it. This guy was trying to infringe on his uniqueness. Not only that, but he'd attacked them! So yeah, he needed to die. Ym wasn't sure what it would do, but since--he hoped--he was the least affected by the poison cloud, then he wouldn't be that harmed by the effects in any of the other vials. That weak old man, however, wouldn't stand a chance if... oh, I don't know... every single vial on that shelf was broken open at once. Ym reared up, grabbed the shelving unit with the vials on it, and shoved it over, pushing it towards them as he did so. Hopefully all the poisons and whatnot would be enough to take him out. ...and for that matter, if he messed up the rest of the party, there'd be nobody afterwards to question him anymore. Bonus!