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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich puts his hand out, palm first. A glowing field in the shape of a shield appears. The bullets deflect harmlessly off it. After Workerdrone's ammo runs out he flings it, edge-first at drone.

[Gunner-Chan]

A loud thump sounds from the panic room, as if something was knocked over.

[WorkerDrone]

(That's just the thing...I'm not running out of ammo. Its still shooting. And you just threw your defense at me. Huge ammo capacity. Insanely huge.)

WorkerDrone rolls out of the way, still firing the weapon, only now charging. The bullets pound into the Lich, shooting right through his robe, and any bone it hits. Intending to crash into the Lich and hack into him with his Chainsword, WorkerDrone doesn't look like he's going to stop for any thing.

[Little]

A faint, "Sof! Oh!...Open your...legs...for..."

The faint words degenerate into barely audible panting followed by quite a loud moan.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich calls upon the ancient magic technique of quantum Armistyx.

He runs through microportal after microportal, moving so fast that he can barely be seen, and building up speed. Until he moves faster then light itself. Then, he disappears.

That's when he slams into Workerdrone in 8 dimensions at once at a speed that cannot be measured, and he hits him with the full effect of the Scythe, that probably would have bisected drone completely if it was not for the safety protocols.

[Gunner-Chan]

Some more faint panting comes from the room, slowly fading till inaudible.

[Strife26]

((What happened to the fade to black plan we decided on?))

[Gunner-Chan]

(Alright, I guess that's enough sounds little. )

[WorkerDrone]

The blade plunged through WorkerDrone, getting stuck in his torso, absolutely piercing through his armour. WorkerDrone coughs up blood, dragging himself closer to the lich until their almost face to face. His grabs the Lich by the head, and shoves his gun into the Liches face, setting loose a volley of fire, while also laying into him, hewing limbs and chunks of the lich from his body.

[Little]

((We can have quiet sex for now.   

We'll come back out later.))

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich becomes a cloud of animated bone shards, able to fly under their own power. They are very, very sharp. What happens next is rather gruesome, but at the end of it Much of workerdrone's skin is gone and his amour is unaffected, the shards having gone under it.

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke frowned. No one calls him a smurf and gets away with it! Talking one last swing of scotch, he...took another swing...oh, just take the whole bottle. He moves into the arena, ready to defend his and his chapter's honor. Of course, by the time he entered the arena, he realized that he didn't really have a weapon on him (well, he did have a laspistol, but not only would that be unsportsman like, he had be using it to cook his rations).

Luke slid past the battle already in progress, and found the storage closet, looking for anything. 'What the warp?' Luke thought, as he pulled out a power fist 'Why does Strife have one of these in his closet?' nevermind. Wielding (does one wield a fist?) the power fist and a bottle of scotch, Luke jumps into the fray.

[WorkerDrone]

WorkerDrone tears the plate off his chest, a mad and gruesome pile of flesh that is his face, still smoking the same Iho stick laughs. An Antimatter bomb strapped to his chest, beeps wildly, slightly dented. WorkerDrone smashes the activation, starting the countdown. "Now you die."

Time stops as the explosion takes place, the entire room covered in its wash. A loud computerized voice announces "Match Draw."

The three of them appear in the default arena, unscathed by the past battle. "I don't lose." WorkerDrone says simply.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"You blew it up! You Blew It up! Damn you! DAMN YOU TO HELL! .....Where did you get an antimatter bomb anyway? Also in the long run, I won. Because I would've gotten a new body.... eventually."

[WorkerDrone]

"What in the nine hells are you talking about, new body?" WorkerDrone regards the lich as if he were insane. "If that fight were real, you would be dead. I would be dead. End of discussion." WorkerDrone walks off muttering various profanities.