Cult Culled

The ebony armoured man glares at Michael through his helmet, "Umbra believes it is you who will die first."

"Yeah? Well, Umbra can lick my sack!" Michael quickly retorts before turning to the stock-still crowd, "If any of you want a chance of survival, come stand with me and make your colours clear." he states.

Funnily enough, two people, an elderly man and a young woman walk over with gracious expressions, which contort when they get blasted with a wave of fire, incinerating them.

"Hahahaha! Did you really think I'd spare any of you!? Stupid!" Michael cackles before turning to the entrance of the room, "Hey, Lina! What do you call a bunch of ass hat demon worshippers!?" he asks as a fiery-haired woman floats in front of the entrance to the hall.

"Ashes?"

"Well, yeah-but-," he lets out a sigh, that was a better response that what he was gonna say, "Whatever, let's go!" he shouts, launching himself at the nearest cultist with Derflinger swinging, all while Lina floats around the room firing large scale pyrotechnics at the unfortunate, flammable, crowd.

Tabitha quickly jumps into action, standing and sending a litany of ice spells at Lina, who melts them with relative ease while continuing to fry the mob characters.

Umbra himself decides to try his luck against Michael, sliding across his table and stabbing his sword at Michael's side as he cuts down a man who thought attacking with a chair was a good idea... This wasn't the WWE...

*Clang!*

"Ouch!" Derflinger yelps as his body collide against the sword, creating a far larger impact than both he and Michael had expected.

Michael slides backwards after receiving the attack, his feet leaving marks on the stone floor before he stops. He rolls his shoulder and glances at Derflinger to make sure there wasn't any lasting damage... He'd put a lot of effort into his current body, so he wasn't wasting it in a sword-dick measuring contest!

Thankfully, Derflinger was entirely unharmed with not even a chip in his blade to be seen. "Why'd you yelp, there's nothing wrong with you." Michael asks as he eyes the approaching Umbra.

"Do I need a reason other than it hurt!?"

"Yeah, or I'm going to keep using you."

"... Be gentle?"

Umbra dashes forward with his blade gleaming, leaving two after images of his sword as he attacks.

*CLANG!CLANG!*

Michael flicks Derflinger across this up, blocking the two in one strike with a surprising amount of ease. "Lucky I figured out a way to stop Saeko's version of this attack..." he mutters to himself, knowing that this guy was a far better swordsman than he was...

Thankfully, he wasn't just a 'Swordsman'. Without giving any indication to preempt, he telekinetically grabs the sword and pulls it downwards as he charges, stabbing at Umbra's chest as they recover from the sudden distraction.

*Clak!*

It hits, carving a hole into the man's ebony armour, but doesn't go all that deep before he whacks Derflinger away and retaliates with his own strike. Michael Blink Strikes behind the man but even that attack is blocked, as if Umbra had sensed his intention...

*Whizz!*

He ducks suddenly as a large spear of ice passes by where his head was. He looks over and spots Tabitha fighting against Lina, meaning that the origin was someone else... Clexto, the leader of this cult attract his eye, the man summoning another spell in his hand, but is knocked off guard as Darth in his foot form kicks his hands and causes his spell to spin off towards the crowd of his followers, killing a couple.

He fires a Laguna Blade at Umbra, a flick of his sword catches and absorbs it... By now, if it wasn't obvious enough, the sword was clearly a Daedric artifact... "Derf, take his sword."

"Hah, aye partner... Zun Haal Viik!" the sword shouts and a shockwave hits Umbra, forcing the sword out of his hand and allowing Michael to catch it. "Ha! Got your swo-"

"UMMBRRRAAAAAAAAAA!" the ebony armoured warrior screams in a berserk rage as he abruptly sprints at Michael...

"This guy's crazy!" Derflinger can't help but yell as he's used to block a surprisingly strong punch.

"Whatever, you want it so bad? Take it!" Michael exclaims as he thrusts the Daedric sword Umbra through the warrior's chest.

...

"U-Umm-brraaaa..." the man breathes out as he drops to his knees and expires on the spot, the sword pulsing with light as if it was sucking out the man's life force.

Michael retrieves it and stashes it into his inventory before turning towards Clexto, the douchebag who was still trying to fire spells as Darth kicks him around.

A single Blink takes him to the man and Michael fiercely backhands him to the ground, "Fat cultist cunt, you're done!"

Clexto lets out a yelp as Derflinger pierces his heart, he's unable to do anything about it either, as his position in the cult meant nothing in the face of actual strength.

The battle between Lina and Tabitha was quickly coming to an end, all the invitees had either been frozen or burned, leaving the duo to battle it out... Lina seemed to actually be coming off worse in the battle, but it was fairly even otherwise.

Alright, let's do this properly...

Michael watches as Lina gets scratched by a stray icicle, allowing him to desummon her without it being obvious he was responsible. Then, he summons his frost wings and barrels into Tabitha, protecting her slightly as he goes through the wall of the ruined keep.

"This is payback, Tabitha." he growls while cracking his knuckles.

Thankfully, before he has to go too far, Clavicus decides to retreat and save his best servant instead of sacrificing her for now reason. She launches a massive wave of ice towards him, and he lets it freeze him as she starts running away.

Unbeknownst to Clavicus, he could find Tabitha no matter her location with Spectre's Haunt skill... Tabitha held the last artifacts he required, the Masque and the Chain of Arkmis... He'd take them once he figured out a method of dealing with Clavicus without ending up with Tabitha dead too.