Screaming like a stuck mynock.

Will gives Atton a nod as he dodges some claws and cuts down another soldier.

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Guppy, who has somehow managed by sheer luck to kill most of the zombie soldiers around him, gets jumped on by a persistant straggler. He feels the claws scratch the surface of his abdomen, and rolls with the sword...

He whimpers as he accidentally chops its head off, sending a splurt of blue blood stuff out. Then he scrambles to his feet to get to the next one.

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At the sound of Guppy's whimper, Will turns and is slashed in the side before taking down the soldier attacking him.

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Up on the building, the blurs slow to a stop, as one of Koren's arms, sword still in hand, goes flying through the air to skitter across the street.

Koren snarls, slightly, rubbing his arm. There are tubes there, and beneath the tubing, muscle and no skin.

"You're like the footsoldiers," Atton says, slowly. "Just smarter, aren't you? I thought that as their leader, you'd be different. But you're exactly the same as them."

Masters, and apprentices.

Atton's eyebrows go up, as he abruptly realises something.
"You're not their leader, are you? You're the apprentice, not the master."

Koren just snarls again, charging up bolts of lightning around his remaining hand. A moment later, Atton's sword slides through his stomach, then quickly back out again with a splatter of blue over Atton. Atton swings one arm, knocking him off and down to the street.

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Guppy polishes off the last zombie currently attacking him and rushes to check that Will is okay from being slashed.

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As the arm flies off, Will looks up after taking down the nearest soldier,

"Atton, ye well?"

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"Just great," Atton says, hopping down and wandering over to them. "That went pretty well, I think."

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"I think I might have a repetitive strain injury."

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"Na sure what that means an I've only a bit o'a scratch. Now let's leave this damn planet."

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"Yeah. Let's head off."

Atton has just sheathed his sword when Koren moves, suddenly, from his spot sprawled out in the street, blurring towards Atton to set his remaining hand to his back.

There's a flash of purplish light, and the colour drains from Atton's face.

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Guppy does the only thing he can think of.

He punches Koren hard in the face.

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Will moves to try and catch Atton and slashes at Koren,

"Atton!?"

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Atton sags against Will, flopping against him slightly.

Nearby, a ship lands in the street, the ramp lowering slowly. Koren turns, sweeping into it and vanishing from view as the ramp is raised up again and the ship lifts off, soaring away.

"'M fine," Atton mumbles, regaining his footing. "'M fine."

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"Sit down." Guppy says gently, shaking his hand out and moving quickly to support Atton. "You've gone a funny colour. What did he do?"

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Will's doing his best to hold Atton as much as he can,

"Atton, dinna go anywhere on us."

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"We don't have time t'sit down, we need t'get back t'the ship. S'some kind of Force-y toxin thing. I'll be alright, c'mon."

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"A forcey-toxin thing?" Guppy asks, keeping one hand on Atton as they keep moving. "How do we fix it?

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"Aye, just to the ship, isna far."

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"S'forcey," Atton says, solemnly. "Don't know what t'do about it."

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That doesn't reassure Guppy a whole lot.

"Well then all we can do is treat the symptoms."

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"Oh aye, we'll figure it out. Can ye walk?"

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"More or less," Atton says, vaguely. He can tell that he's starting to get a fever.

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