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Gryphos:
Nidhogg ducked underneath one of the Wyrm's swipes and stung him again in the belly, to little effect.

What kind of armour is this?

Then, while the sword was still dug into his gut, the Wyrm grabbed the sword blade and held it in place, even with his unguarded hand. Blood started to pour from his hand, but he cared not. No matter how hard Nidhogg  pulled he could not get it free. The Wyrm, with his other hand, pulled out a knife and stuck Nidhogg in the chest.

Nidhogg fell back, blood gushing from his chest. The Wyrm, dropping the sword, pulled out a pistol and pointed it directly at Nidhogg's head.

Wyrm
"How does it feel? Dying. Does it hurt? Have you accepted it? Well, if you haven't, you'd better do it now."

He cocked the pistol. But just then the Wyvern above them went up in flames, and then was destroyed by a ram. Pieces started falling from the sky.

Wyrm
"NO!!!"

Nidhogg started spluttering blood, but he still managed to speak.

Nidhogg
"How does it feel? Did you love that ship?"

Wyrm
"You know what? If the Wyvern goes, the whole city goes with it!"

He pulled the detonator from his coat and held it aloft.

Wyrm
"Let this be a baptism of flame!"

Surette:
Surette nodded to acknowledge Plasma as he ran off before Surette was able to get a word in. Now that Plasma pointed it out, Surette realized it had been quite a while since the two last crossed paths. But that would have to wait for another time. He watched on as Plasma delivered a perfectly aimed mercury shot to the galleon's fuel tank. Surette realized now that more and more ships were coming over, he'd need to stay aboard Serenity if he wanted to lend any real support. He steered his way towards The Pointy End and asked his crew to tune the adjust the radio channel to await any orders.

N-Sunderland:
The voice came out of nowhere.

"Yes, let it be so."

The Wyrm spun around. As fast as his reactions were, he had no time to react. Not only that, but the voice wasn't coming from behind him.

The Wyrm's face burst into flames. He dropped the detonator, and ran away screaming, before falling after a few seconds. His body lay on the armoury floor as the flames fizzled out.

Standing on the prow of a Pyramidion about 20 metres up...

...was N-Sunderland with his portable flare gun.

Gryphos:
Nidhogg watched the Wyrm's death as he lay on the floor. He smiled as he saw the Wyrm crumple and die, but then turned his head to his brother's body. Even now, he still could not speak on the matter and tears started to fill his eyes. He turned his head again to his sword, laying on the ground a few metres away. At this point Nidhogg knew he would die, and he was afraid. And with what little energy he had left he hauled his body along the floor. It was only a few metres but it seemed like leagues. When he finally got hold of his sword he laid it along his body as he rolled onto his back.

I guess adventure... takes its toll...

He gave a tiny chuckle, before taking a breath, for the last time.

Sgt. Spoon:
Spoon chuckled at Lockheart's comment as he turned to see the "fireworks" that developed over the armory.

"Well... *leaning on his cane* looks like they got em"

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