[D] Fusion re-visits Port Karolin

[Minoshia]

As usual the Konat walked alongside his new ally, the cyan haired youth with the pretty face. He was astounded, and slightly frustrated, with how cheerful she had been throughout the war. Sure, Minoshia was cheerful sometimes, but only when he was tearing a victim limb from limb, she enjoyed the marching; she enjoyed the little things between battles. He simply couldn?t understand it, she enjoyed the downtime when they weren?t fighting, and she preferred it to the blood baths that were sure to ensue. If befuddled him, but maybe that?s why she was so interesting.

Momentarily sidetracked from both the construction of Port Karolin and the girl who continued to speak in his ear, the prince looked towards the soldier who marched slightly behind him. Last night he?d assigned the soldier a special task, he remembered as he glanced at the large burlap sack that hung over his shoulder. The young lad was tilting forward, struggling to keep the large mass airborne as he carried it over the hard streets below his feet.

The dark child scorned at the weakness of the boy and quickened his own pace, forcing the boy to keep up. Weakness could not be tolerated, it would not be allowed. The prince of evil moved towards the boy, grabbing the sack from his hands and thrusting it onto the ground. Opening it up he looked at the boiled hunk of metal, Minoshia immediately was thrust backwards into the events of the night before, and it had been a good nigh.

$ Incomprehensible yells echoed through the small basement, shackles slapped against the metal structure of the robot. Minoshia cackled hysterically as he continuously poured fire onto Bradley. The metal humanoid shimmered with brown liquid, his body catching like a pile of over dried hay. A black canister lay empty on the table behind the location where the Konat stood, marked repeatedly with flammable symbols. Some sort of gasoline, Minoshia hadn?t inspected it thoroughly, he simply say the fire symbol and splashed it on the metal outer casing of Bradley, the Syntech Robot.

Fire torched from his fingertips, colliding with the metal and boiling it to bubbling silver ooze. The Konat pushed on with a malicious laugh until the metal being had been reduced to a small heap of metal, slowly drying. $

The Konat smiled, then stowed his sword, and his satchel inside of the large sack as well, before lifting it back up and smiling at the lad, who sighed and took up his task once more. The dark prince continued on, feeling a lot less weight towing on his own back, and caught back up with Bulma.

OOC- Ugh.