Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

This would have been quite a sight in the eyes of someone else, the sheer amount of people currently swimming under the sea with breathing apparatus and exposed weapons were downright intimidating. And scary, pacifist would shudder to think about the outcome of the clash that was about to happen, but in the end, the truth of the matter was that Rezar was going for blood. With the current state and situation of Elysium, a diplomatic approach to dealing with the Dustin Crowe Merchant company was completely off the table, not to mention that it would literally walk on his pride and the pride of his people if he didn't deal with the Dustin Crowe Merchant company in a manner befitting the slimy backstabbing snakes that they were.

The ocean was cold, which was unexpected, but then again things weren't exactly normal in Elysium, but with the coolness from the water, everyone was thoroughly awake and ready for the carnage that was to come. As for how this fight was going to go, they would be relying on brute force and letting the undead take the forefront. The reason being the fact that active skills were now a little wonky in their activations with some not even working at all. The only thing that could be counted on right now were passive skills, and in other to minimize casualty if not completely avoid it, the basic undead, which after Lenore's constant diving of the dungeon has increased to an exponential amount would be at the forefront.

Rezar led them through the water, moving in a manner that was similar to a school of fishes, drawing ever closer to the fleet of ships lying wait. Rezar had counted just how many ships were dead in the water due to the constant assault of the necrotic ants, that at this point were being called the guardians of Morte Bianca. There were eleven of them, looking at them from the underside, at least for those closer to them, Rezar noticed plugged holes with planks, there were also visible scratches on the frame of the ship from previous attacks. Rezar gave a telepathic order and half the force he came with split with Lenore leading them towards another ship, it would be best if the assault all happened at the same time.

After Lenore went off with the rest of the undead, Rezar kept his focus and his attention sharpened, waiting for the signal that he knew would start this assault. And he didn't have to wait too long as ten minutes later, there were bodies falling into the sea, and a blaze of flames lighting up the night sky as Lenore took advantage of the chaos and launched an attack of her own, the flames were all Rezar needed to lead his very own charge as his body shot through the sea and up into the sky, scaling the height of the ship and landing on the deck in quick fashion.

The sailors on the ship were severely startled as they had shifted all their attention to Lenore's attack, Rezar's right hand shot forwards as one half of Vita Gratia shot forwards, a Khopesh being led by a chain that pierced through the bodies of six people, before dragging itself out of their bodies and taking their souls along for the ride. While skills were somewhat off the table, the same could not be said for the abilities of the weapons, and the damage they could cause. Rezar's move was enough to drag the attention of the sailors, but much to his shock and the annoyance of the orcs, those still alive quickly laid down their weapons in surrender.

Rezar turned to look at the rest of the ships, almost all of them gad surrendered, though at the moment there was a bit of indiscriminate slaughtering happening on a couple of other ships. Rezar wanted to put a stop to it, but then he held himself back. Maybe he was supposed to stop his people from killing those who have surrendered, but there was a lot of anger to be released for the deceit of the Dustin Crowe Merchant company. It tore a race apart with the strife it caused with the orcs, families were splintered, lovers separated, and since he was now king they couldn't come to him with grievances for killing their friends, so he could only give them this. Besides, what was wrong and what was right? That was completely left for him to decide, and one thing he felt was right was satiating his bloodlust and the blood lust of his people.

"Kill them all, and take no prisoners."

With that said he turned around and walked to front of the back of the ship, watching as the other ships caught on fire and bodies and wood dropped onto the sea. There was blood, a lot of it in fact, so much that Rezar could smell it in the air, feel it on his clothes, and then something else, something more, and frankly speaking there were two of them.

Rezar has not yet had the chance to move a bit further onto the sea, but right now he could feel a massive surge of energy coming from beneath him, it was as if there was something struggling to break free, and then there was another, and he could feel it coming from the north, from the canyons of Toromont itself, it was coming closer and Rezar just had this feeling that whatever the fuck that was, it was coming for him. He shook his head in annoyance and decided to make a choice, it was sudden but he had two things calling for his attention, he would deal with what was right in front of him first.

With that thought in mind, Rezar picked up the breathing apparatus and jumped into the sea, letting the cold waters embrace his form once again, as everything became dark and bright at the same time, now all he had to do was keep going down.