Fain finished his second drink and realized he was still just as sober as when he'd started and he knew that this alcohol was no where near strong enough to get him drunk. He didn't make a single comment on it,  as a part of him was still seeking the 'getting drunk' idea. Even if that wasn't possible. He wanted it to be possible. He would have laughed at his own stupidity if it wasn't a source of greater irritation for him. Fain's gaze bore into the table with such fiery hatred, that if looks could kill the table would be on fire. Fain's curiosity was piked at Heraz's words. His eyes lit up as he looked up at Heraz.<br/><br/>Fain let a small laugh escape his lips at Heraz's words<span style="font-style: italic">all placed on a rotting corpse,</span>it was such an apt description it elevated some of the flowing anger and frustration in Fain's otherwise surly disposition.<span style="color: #0080FF">"You speak truth friend."</span>As indeed it was, and it entertained Fain a lot. He always had hated the filthy masses who served. Like mindless dogs.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Please do tell, I desire to be off this rock far more then anything else,"</span>He said his anger returning at the thought of their being stranded on this disgusting hole for longer.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I have had my share of this hell and it is sickening. Disgusting and filled with filth that sully the very air we breath with their foul breath and words unworthy of being heard!"</span>Fain finally gave vent to some of his own anger. He felt Aleria's light touch and realized he was tensing his hand closing so tightly around the glass of alcohol he was surprised it didn't shatter. He let it go at her touch. Relaxing his grip.<br/><br/>Aleria rested her long delicate fingers over Fain's arm noting his anger and frustration. Aleria smiled lightly, well the alcohol isn't so potent as to get him drunk, and it didn't taste all that appealing, but maybe soon they would have something that could distract her surly brother from his angry brooding. She turned her gaze onto the scene around them taking a drink.<span style="color: #FF00FF">"Relax Fain love, enjoy the moment even with such disgusting creatures around out."</span>She turned her gaze to Heraz as he sat down at their table she offered him a gentle smile and said softly,<span style="color: #FF00FF">"Greetings my brother, tell me what you think of this infernal hell, it seems my brother has decided to hate it, what of you? Do you desire to be off this rock as much as Fain does?"</span>She was genuinely curious to know if he hated it as much as her brother did.<br/><br/>She turned her gaze to scan the bar once more and that was when Aleria noticed the Harlequin going for the Necron. She grinned brightly.<span style="color: #FF00FF">"Look brothers entertainment is served."</span>Aleria thought that for sure this tiny being would meet her end at the Necrons hand for her stupidity. She smiled leaning back watching the spectacle while listening to her friends.<br/><br/>Fain looked to what Aleria was pointing out and laughed lightly [color=#0080FF}"I believe brains are at a loss around here,"[/color] he said drinking the foul tasting alcohol that wouldn't even get him drunk, what a tragedy that was. He'd been so looking forwards to being drunk, then again this whole planet had been one disappointment after another. This was but another. Oh how he wished he could be off this hellrock already. He curled his lip in distaste at the ignorance of the Harlequin in attacking the Necron. He rolled his eyes as he turned his gaze to Aleria and Heraz with a wry grin.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Wonder if that little girl is going to end up being squashed into a bloody mess for our entertainment"</span><br/><br/>Aleria's eyes widened at seeing the Dark Eldar go after the Harlequin, something she wouldn't have expected of the disgusting being unworthy of her attentions or even her gaze. Aleria didn't think this being worthy of anything beyond her disdain. She knew of course the chaos the filthy screaming humans would make if this turned into a full fledged fight, but still she relished the thought of the blood and the chaos and destruction. It would be glorious to witness. She didn't move only leaned further against Fain who draped one arm around her shoulders protectively. Not that she needed his protection. She just enjoyed using him as a cushion for the show.<br/><br/>Fain was already bored of watching the spectacle. He leaned back against his chair draping one arm over Aleria's shoulders as she leaned into him simply because he desired to keep her safe and secure and if all hell broke loose he'd be the first to draw weapons to defend her no matter what came at them. His loyalty was first and foremost to his treasured sister. Fain almost laughed at the Necron's words. He could feel the disappointment in Aleria's thin frame against him as he turned away from the spectacle it wasn't worth his attention anymore. There would be no great fight or chaotic bloodbath. Whatever happened it would be disarming and dissuading a fight. Not something that kept Fain's attention for long. He didn't care much for boring. The excitement was clearly over.<br/><br/>As Fain turned away from the Fight to return to drinking Aleria sighed in disappointment, yet her gaze remained locked on the scene before her. She would only turn away from it when it was truly over. Though she suspected the excitement was passed she didn't want to miss anything should it escalate into a blood bath once more.<span style="color: #FF00FF">"This place is like a powder keg waiting for a match to explode,"</span>she said with a twisted grin,<span style="color: #FF00FF">"Tell me do we have a way off this rock brother?"</span>she asked Heraz her eyes still twinkling with delight at the prospect of the fight.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Nerosha's darting gaze scanned the whole of the bar over and over quickly. Not stopping long at anything. His body tense waiting. He felt the tension. The fear inside him rose up bringing with it panic. Would they attack each other. Humans began screaming and running. Other creatures were making such a racket it caused his head to ache and he couldn't focus on any words. He found the source of all the noise and racket as he watched Eldars or Dark Eldars going after a Necron. His eyes grew even more wide. His hand shook so much he spilled his drink down over his fingers.<br/><br/>He gasped and dropped the glass which shattered. Time slowed in his mind. He watched the glass hit the floor. Saw the tiny shards like little diamonds or stars flying around as the liquid slowly splashed over his shoes. Light flying in all directions reflected by the shards of glass that tumbled and smashed into the ground again. Spreading like the pool of liquid outwards. Nerosha watched as the liquid splashed over his boots. Dripping from his fingers. Time came back to himself and the brief silence his hyperfocused mind had provided vanished in a wave of intense noise that caused him to scream out loud from it pressing his hands to his ears and his back further into the wall.<br/><br/>David was there his hands on his shoulders. Nerosha's eyes were wide and fearful. Darting and unfocused.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Nerosha?"</span>David's voice finally reached him and Nerosha's gaze focused on his easing some of the panic, breaking through the fear and debilitating reaction to the impending fight that Nerosha saw. He shook his head wanting to run and hide. Wanting to silence the noise. Wanting safety that didn't exist. Wanting to get even further into the wall. His hands shook harder. David gripped them tightly forcing Nerosha to look at him again. The slight pain from David's hard grip breaking through the terror.<br/><br/>That was when Nerosha heard the Necron speak.<span style="font-style: italic">ENOUGH</span>. That loud bark caused Nerosha to push against the wall harder shrinking back from the volume and coldness of that voice. The voice the resounded in his head as much as in his ears. He pressed his hands harder into his eyes. He was trembling to the point he could hardly stand. His eyes so wide it was a wonder they didn't fall out of his head. David was the only reason he hadn't fallen to the floor.<br/><br/>Nerosha's eyes focused solely on the Necron at the point. Nerosha's world constricted to consist of the Necron only. He saw everything and heard nothing but noise and chaos around him. The cold metallic look of the Necron. The richness of the armour making his form. A deep bronze that reflected the odd lighting in the bar. Overly bright. The cold and deadly expression marking a readiness that scared Nerosha to the marrow of his bones and the glowing gaze that terrified him to the core of his soul. That deep emerald gaze. Nerosha realized he wasn't breathing as he watched the greatest terror of his life standing facing an attack from the Eldar or Eldars Nerosha couldn't tell since he hadn't seen what had gone down in totality only the hostility of the gestures of the rushing Eldar was evident from his place. Nerosha often focused like this on one impression, one fact, and this time it was his impression of the Necron lord that remained imprinted in his mind that no amount of closing his eyes would ever undo.<br/><br/>Nerosha shrank back even more, but by this point he couldn't go any further back he was fully pressed up hard against the wall his back to it and the hard surface digging in painfully against his spine. Nerosha fought against the terror and panic within him as he felt the increase in pressure on his hands. He blinked. David. He realized David was shaking him squeezing his hands as hard as David could to get him to focus on something other then the noise and terror. He realized that David had pulled his hands away from his ears. That was why the noise was louder now. Nerosha shook his head and realized tears were streaming down his eyes. He pulled his hands away from David who let him go. He ran his hand over his cheek confused by the wetness. When had he started crying.<br/><br/>He gazed at it confused. David put his hand on his shoulder. Nerosha looked up at him with confusion.<span style="color: #00FF80">"Wh-we ne-need off th-this rock"</span>Nerosha said in a thin shaky voice. He really needed to be away from this place. He'd been jumping at every little noise and shadow since the moment they had crash-landed and he had been growing steadily more unpredictable and panicky since he hadn't been home for days. Unable to cope with the lack of regular routine and stability. Unable to stand the constant fear and paranoia. Nerosha's was on the verge of true panic as he stood amongst all these terrifying beings that were much more physically powerful then him. LIttle did they know the reality of Nerosha's power, David knew. Nerosha laid his head against David's shoulder and the much older man gently held him there like a father would a scared child.