Kitharsis thrashes with appendages that do not exist, attacking an endless void that has no form. There has to be a way out of here.
Suddenly, a faint green glow tints the void around him. It is constricting. A barrier that has somehow wrapped around the seemingly endless void around him. And it has trapped him inside with it.
The pulsing continues, sounding like a snare drum reaching a crescendo.
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The Shaman has fallen to a knee, gasping for breath. As the others add their own effort to the barrier he regains his feet.
"Thank you," He nods, keeping his arms raised in front of him to maintain the barrier. "I wish I had more time to explain. But we must seal him immediately. This is no longer your friend, if he was that to you."
"I am a Shaman from his home. It is my duty to guide our young as they mature. It is also my duty to protect others from those I have failed."
It is clear his heart is heavy. But his resolve is steel.
"This is the right idea," He motion to Soul Reaver's runic barrier. "We need to suppress and seal this energy for all our sake. I will explain everything later. There is precious little time."
He pushes his palms forward, and the pyramid of energy locks into place. He glances to the right, a tinge of worry marks his face for a second.
"Please, prepare yourselves. I will need protection."
The Shaman begins weaving elaborate runes in the air in front of himself. Each motion leaves a trail of blazing green energy in front of him. As he does so, realization crosses Kitharsis's crazed eyes from within the barrier. The entire ship shakes as Kitharsis struggles against the combined barriers. Multiple runes soon hang in the air around the barriers. The Shaman begins walking in a circle, intending to weave a web of runes along the outside of the barriers. His arms are a flurry of movement as he hurriedly, yet precisely carves out each individual rune.
He is nearly half way around before he jerks his head to the right, a look of panic paints his face.
"Please! I need more time!" He shouts, desperately.
The ship is violently struck from the direction The Shaman was looking. The Krooza heaves and rocks as the Orky technology attempts to right itself. Another strike heftier than the last nearly sends the ship sideways. The blast shield is forcefully pried open enough that two sinister looking men are able to hop through. It closes forcefully behind them.
The same energy now flowing through Kitharsis emanates from these two as well. It is easy to see that they are in control of themselves, somehow able to reign in the consuming draw of the void. They are absolutely littered with tattoos. It is hard to tell where one starts and another begins. Other than that they wear simple garb, nothing more than simple common wear.
"He intends to seal your friend away." One of them says nonchalantly, brushing some invisible dust from his broad shoulder.. "And not just until he can be cured." A smug grim accompanies the word. "Forever."
"Oh no, that's right brother." The other one, taller than his companion, says. "I do hope you know you're assisting him in destroying whoever that is in there."
"Enough!" The Shaman shouts. "There is no time for this! They are clearly tainted by the same power that has taken Kitharsis! They aim to deceive you!"
"We do not lie, you old lizard." The shorter, stouter one scoffs.
"We will be stopping you now." The taller one says, matter of factly.
And with that the seemingly thousands of tattoos on their bodies activate with dark, oppressive energy. They lunge toward The Shaman and the multiple barriers surrounding Kitharsis.
