[Jacob]

*Setting: A violent blast of white-blue light exploded from the centre of Nageels paws as the seller of a different store was brutally attacked. The light washed over the Coroclies face, blinding its three eyes and rendering its attacks useless. It stomped around, screeching, calling out for help, blasts of energy erupting from its hands as it tried to subdue its attackers. But, in no time flat, Jolas had leapt onto the beasts chest and had placed his mouth over its own, and slowly began sucking its Soul out. The others proceeded with shooting minor balls of electricity and energy at its legs, weakening it so the Soul suck would be quicker. One Summoner even teleported itself to the back of the Coroclies legs and scratched at them viciously, clawing at the ankles and causing the beast to fall sprawled out on the floor, where the other Summoners then took advantage and leapt upon him, clawing and biting into his skin. Causing him to bleed out and weaken within minutes.*

Nageel: "You two - go open the chest, let our brothers and sisters out!"

She shouted at two Summoners who were gouging their claws into the stomach and groin area of the mortal, they quickly looked around, spotted the chest and bounded on all fours towards it. Fiddling with the lock anxiously as Jolas slowly started draining the beast of its Soul.

Nageel: "Jolas, hurry!!"

She sent a volt of electricity coursing through the creature as Jolas quickly gulped down more particles of its Soul, his eyes gently glowing. The other two Summoners began blasting small amounts of energy at the lock, causing it to judder slightly and spark. Knowing it was in fatal danger however, the mortal being unleashed a blast of black energy from one of its hands, hitting Nageel in the chest and flinging the female backwards and into the air. She turned violently in mid air, before hitting the wall...hard. The dent revealed where she had made impact and as she dropped to the floor, electricity rippled over her furless body. Jolas knew how desperate everybody was now, and quickly sucked the main bulk of the Soul out of the creatures body and staggered off of it, his eyes glowing briefly. He smiled. Triumphing once again.
*Explosion*
The lock of the chest exploded with a mass surge of energy, forcing the lid to open hard and fast and reveal a beautiful glow of white, shimmering light. From this light, strands of particles a couple of feet long flew out and danced around the room before rushing together and, in a bright flash of pink light, forming a Summoner. Each of the 12 beasts that had been kept in the chest materialised quickly, yet felt weak upon doing so. Their bodies being formless for so long that it was draining to actually take their material form.

Jolas: "Nageel, are you alright?"

He had just noticed the female lying in the corner of the room, seemingly unconscious. Bounding upto her and grasping her tightly he shook her slightly, wondering how badly hurt she was. She stirred, woozily, dazed but perfectly unharmed.

Jolas: "Nageel, we have done it. More of our bretheren are free!!"

He smiled happily at her and cast a glance behind him, looking at the figures of the weakened Summoners slowly getting to their paws and knees and acclimatising themselves with the world around. With their new freedom. With their new lives

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*Setting: He lay on the matress, curled up like a child and whimpering as he saw things he had never seen before flash before his eyes. Sounds he had never heard before rang in his ears and on the occassion he attempted to shout for help, his mouth ran dry and hot and all he could do was croak hushly. His skin was moist with sweat, and with muffled cries he shivered violently, tears gently running down his face.*

Harool: "Think we should help him?"

He scratched his pot-bellied stomach and sniffed. Looking over at Radcleff with a certain anxious worry. Harool's face was very child-like and innocent. However, his wounds which were littered across his body showed that he had been through a tough time, the worst of these wounds being his two ears, which were nothing more than shredded skin.

Harool: "Jolas said we should an' all."

Cajun looked into Harools grey eyes and smirked, forming a ball of white energy in the centre of his paw. Cajuns skin was a light grey colour, his eyes a deep blue and his skin was in good condition.

Cajun: "How about we put him out of his misery? Heh."

Harool looked shocked, and quickly knocked the sphere of energy away from the Summoners paw, it hit the floor and exploded in a flash of light.

Harool: "Idiot! If Jolas heard you say that he'd have your head. And mine too!"

His counterpart merely shrugged and leant on a beam of rotting wood.

Cajun: "He's in another Dimension doing his...thing - we're here. We could easily say they got him."

Harool: "Jolas isn't stupid, he'd know you were lying before you even said a word."

Cajun shook his head slowly, chuckling to himself as he looked over at Radcleff.

Cajun: "You shouldn't worry about our "Savior" so much Har, he's nothing. And we're going to prove that, Naggie and i. Heh, we have a...sense, when it comes to things like that."

Harool took a step away from Cajun, worried about the vicious glint that had suddenly swept across his face.

Harool: "Don't. Just...Just don't."

He turned away and walked towards the quivering Radcleff, placing a paw on his shoulder and talking gently to him. Cajun kept his distance however, glowering nastily at the two of them whilst stamping on any Cockroach that neared his feet.

(OOC: Poo!)