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((Sorry about that, Skrat. sweatdrop I've been semi-absent for almost a week now))

"Can't face him on my own," Slim thought, still crouched amongst her slowly spreading smog, daring anybody to step in. "Need some....Assistance."

Quickly, she unlatched the lock on her briefcase and rummaged through its contents, fingers brushing over inumerable items in the search for one...single...small...

She tightened her grip on a smooth, metallic object, and brought it to her lips. It was a whistle. Round, thin, and with a single hole at one end, it appeared to be the sort to call dogs. But it was her whistle, and rather unique in its purpose. Blowing gently, she issued forth a call silent to all creatures but one, and waited. The ground didn't shake, there were no dramatic puddles quivering in their place, and the sun wasn't blocked, but every soldier of every army felt a slight fear crawl up their spines as the seconds slipped past.

And then, it coagulated from the ground at Slim's feet, collecting its gelatinous matter into a single shapeless being. It was no bigger than a house cat, made quiet mewing sounds, and bore a tiny smiling face composed of black lines that appeared to be painted on by inexpert hand, but something about it said serious business....

"Come here, Blop! Come here!" Slim crooned cheerfully, patting her knees.

It slithered up to her leg, rubbing against her gently and purring. She allowed her newfound energy to seep into its body, slithering through it's system like a virus. The gelatinous creature's coloration changed to a blood red, and it began to expand exponentially. Soon, it towered over her, a writhing mass of ooze who began to steadily radiate a beastly hatred and fury.

"Good," she whispered, stroking its side gently as the smoke dissipated. "Now we're ready."

((Do any of you remember the Blop rampage of '06? lol Good times...Good times...))

"Oh? Why would I miss you? I've been watching you this entire time." He said with an eerie smile. If nothing else had tripped the alarm in Thaliat's mind that something was definately wrong with this situation, he thought that would probably do it.

The flames that had surrounded Undakai died down and extinguished, most of the dark aura seemed to implode, focusing solely in the immediate area around Undakai. His hair returned to its pure white color, his skin seemed to return to "normal", even his clothes changed. The only thing that really stayed the same was the cruel look in his eyes. He stood, looking confidently at Thaliat, a smug smirk on his face. He held one hand behind his back, his other hand motioning for Thaliat to attack.

"Come to and get your revenge, my dear Thaliat. If you wait too much longer, you won't have a soul to control that beautifully delicious body of yours."

Skrat's eyes widened and his face contorted into an "I don't know what the hell this is" look. He looked from the large blob of matter that was apparently called "Blop," to Slim who was apparently this blob's master. He then took a short glance at Whisper.
Only one of them was easy prey. He looked over at his squirrel friends, then looked at Slim and smiled. He raised his left arm and vertically shook a finger at Blop.
"Hey!! If you don't mind me asking, what's that thing composed of!?" He was really quite curious. He'd never seena anything like it.

((Leaving for a month, not gonna be here....don't kill me off....just.....pretend im away on business biggrin When i ge bac, i shall post a new style of webcomics...."Sorry sir sweatdrop i know they are WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY over due!"

"They underestimate it. That's good, I suppose," Slim thought, her face unchanging.

She moved her face mere centimeters from the gelatinous creature, whispering something inaudable to it gently. Though she stroked it softly, it began to emit a low growling sound, its crudely-painted face contorting into a brutish scowl. She pasted a twisted grin across her face as she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips. With complete silence, Blop seeped into the earth, its body consistency changing to that of water. The soil took on a reddish hue, writhing in a life-like manner as the ooze shifted through its cracks and crevices. It rose in violent waves, jostling the fighters in the vicinity, before settling into its prior stillness.

"Why don't you come find out, Fuzzy?"

A shiver shot through Skrat's spine. Not because of the strange thing that just melted itself into the floor, but something else entirely. It felt...evil. Anyway, he couldn't pay much attention to it now. He had a battle to face.
"What's the fun in that?" He smirked. "You seem to be his, her...IT'S creator. I would assume you know SOMETHING about it! Ah, no matter. I guess we'll get this battle underway." He looked around, examining the odds. "Sixish against Two? Well, more like three, with the size of THAT thing.
"Mmm, I don't really feel like making the first attack. Go ahead, sick him on me if you wish. I want to see what he's made of First Hand." He beamed, a fire raging in his eyes. Him and his comrades braced themselves for any sort of advancement that would be made against them.

Slim pressed her palm against the earth, fingertips digging slightly into the soil.

"The rodents anger you. Devour them," she whispered, casting her gaze up towards Skrat.

As red tendrils shot up from the ground beneath Skrat's feet, twisting about his body and those of his squirrels, she sprinted forward with her katana held at her side. The crimson, water-like ooze seemed to congeal once it touched her enemies, thickening till it had the consistency of octopus tentacles. Slim planted her foot in the dirt once was but an arm's length from Skrat, lunging forward with a stab aimed straight for his gut.

"No no, not this little manicure, that is nothing but a few scratches." He chuckled lightly. "No, it is something completely different...something that I don't think you understand, and I truely do not feel like Explaining it at this moment. Just know there are things happening here that you truely can not comprehend." He smiled smugly, Thaliats attack closing in on him. It had split up so many time that it practically filled the hallway by the time it neared him. He spread his legs apart a little bit, flexing his hands a little bit.

Just as each star struck, he thrust his palm out at it with lighting speed, a blue shield bursting out from his hands just before each one hit. To a normal person, it looked more like a blue sheild hand completely enveloped him and his arms only seemed to flicker lightly.