The Seraphim glances over at Soul Reaver and shakes his head.

"Waver? No i would not say it has.  That said...something seems...off.  I can't really put it to words but I feel as if something is up.  Things that I have sensed that simply do not seem to add up.  It matters not, we must push on at once.  Even in his current state I worry about Gulgrim on his own, least of all should Darkness somehow manage to turn his rage against us."

Meanwhile Vee watches the two talk as she focuses inwardly.

Its you isnt it?  You are this Lady that the Seraphs are waiting for and yet you prevent me from saying anything.  I have no idea what sort of game you are playing now but suffice to say...im not pleased.

No need to get so upset.  Im sure it will all go according to plan.  You shall have your answers, I shall have my form once more and Darkness shall finally fall beneath me. Whether you are "pleased" or not means little to me at this point.

So in all reality...you are saying I am simply a means to an end?  That certainly doesnt sound befitting of a "Lady of Light" now does it?"

It is at this moment a sharp pain flashes through Vees head, causing her to scowl deeply and grip her head for a moment

That shall be enough.

Jharm suddenly tenses up slightly and turns to Vee as if he had sensed something.

"Is everything alright Vee?

The woman rolls her neck, a frown on her face as she pulls her revolvers out of their holsters and checks they are fully loaded.

"Everything is just fine.  I think its time to get to the bottom of all this."

Then without further hesitation she charges forward and through the portal.  Jharm looks at each of the remaining comrades and grips his hammer tightly.

"Im not sure exactly what that was...but at the same time I agree with her.  Time to finally finish this.  With me my friends!"

He then moves through the portal as well.

Sorry for the delay.  I blocked off some time last week to post but it got stomped on. 

Looking forward to the Big Bad Battle!

Gulgrim's bellow of rage was enough warning for Phaerys to get clear of his thunderous charge in pursuit of the Shaiton once more. Again they had fled through another portal. Phaerys decided not to follow immediately in favour of some last-minute preparations for whatever lay in wait on the other side.

The Ataran knelt down to salvage some spare matter from the floor, quickly crafting a small number of dense, sword-like shards to use as projectiles in the battle ahead. These he sequestered in his dimensional compartment to keep them hidden from their opponents' eyes in the midst of battle.

His gaze lingered on Jharm for a moment as he stood up, approaching Kitharsis as discreetly as he could manage.

"You have known this one far longer than I," Phaerys spoke in a hushed voice. "How can we determine that this one has not been compromised?"

well he is certainly getting his wish as its basically the final fight ya'll are headed into :-p

How dare. For a third time Gulgrim's desires for combat have been denied by the enemy fleeing from him through portals, cowards running from the fight in the most un-orky way possible, not even bothering to toss a shot back his way as they fled.

"You lot call yerselvez strong!?" Gulgrim growled, his voice rumbling through the walls as his size continued to leak out of his control, fire and lightning flaring around him dangerously. "You'z can't even stand up fer a propa fight!! Get back 'ere ya panzee cowards!"

Gulgrim's barreling charge was heedless of anyone who might have been in his way, Companion or otherwise, as he launched himself toward the portal that was left open, intent on cannonballing directly into whatever foe awaited on the other side and -ensuring- that they would give him the fight he was looking for or that he would demolish them and everything they held dear otherwise. The Warboss was absolutely incensed at this point, and would not settle for anything less than complete annihilation of a foe who would pretend at strength while running from a proper fight.