Suddenly, a being materialized in the area, seeming to darkly fade in from nothing. He'd followed the negative energies from his home of Ragnarok to here like a fly to honey, and saw a fight breaking out.
[/i]Perfect.[/i]
Instantly he pulled out his pistol, Desmaldo, and formed a copy of it in his other hand, and fired at the two silver arcs of energy headed for the floating damsel. "Evening, miss, ah must say it looks like yer outnum'ered. All'a us outlaws've gotta stick togeth'r, y'know what ah mean? So, if'n you dont mind, I'd like to offer mah aid." He said, bowing, and truly a odd sight as he looked to be a heterochomatic child(one eye red, the other blue) with blond hair, not some sort of cowboy he was talking like.
As for why he chose to aid her, it wasn't just because she was alone, n, he's not THAT nice(or really nice at all). It was more because...How should he say...He could just FEEL her darkness, as though the fact that she was evil was palpable in the air. And he didn't aid goody-goody-two-shoes-people, no sir.
Solidified lasers were no match for Black Platinum, one of the hardest and strongest materials in the dimension, yet Blaze still dodged the attack. Something just didn't *FEEL* right about them, though he couldn't place it. Nor about himself, now that he thought about it...He'd never had problems with killing others, though he tried not to if he could, yet he was having disturbing thoughts...
But no. Not a chance. Unless he had to...This person was going to be brought to justice ALIVE. Killing 'em would just let them escape punishment, let 'em get off easy. He wouldn't let that happen if he could help it.
Dread dodged the attack, flying up a bit and flinging Lauren into the air with his leg-claw and catching her on his back. He saw that a normal attack wouldn't work, and his bones rattled once more, but this time it seemed the air was coming into him, before he let out a massive roar, sending corrupted air at the harpy-looking enemy at high speed, with at the center a flame that would, instead of burn whatever it touched, instead rot it, spreading rot and corrosion life wildfire.
The feathers themselves were turned into pure Chaos when they neared Keith, he doing to them what they were trying to do to him, except in reverse. The area directly around him was pure Chaos, radiated from him. But unlike most Chaos, this had purpose, it was ordered. Just a small bit ago, he would've killed anyone who'd said he'd do such a thing...Funny how the world works sometimes. the Chaos was ordered in a way that would defend him, just as the Negative spirit Energy had a purpose, so did it, and it could detect the purpose of such things passing through. Since those were going for Keith, not the the chaos around him, they were able to overtake it without much resistance, turning it into more Chaos. Keith, meanwhile, turned his crossbow-arms on Kurai, and opened fire as once the bolts were fired, new ones were created from him. As for KiaB, he shook his head, saying,"I lost him in the crowd. I have no way of finding him besides visually, and I thought he'd be able to take care of himself. Im sorry...But either way, whats done is done. I'll take whatever punishment ya decide to dish out once this's all over, for now we've gotta figure out whats going on."
As for the plexan sun thing, er, y'know, all my characters obviously'd have defended themselves with magic and somesuch, ect, however they could.