"m'lord you shouldn't get involved in so many fights" said Serria as his side "It is by divive calling sorry M'dear" he gave her a tender kiss before diving off the balcony towards the Krogen below.<br/>Most men might have backed down, or dove for cover, but Avelo did not think of himself as a man. He believed he was of divine blood, he was superior, against such lesser creatures he was invincible.<br/><br/>This was simply not true but the illusion was so good as to fool the one who created it. The metal slugs bent and curved around him. The first krogen he hit was a fresh recruit, the blade severed his head. Avelo was at near full charge, and creating a new sword was nothing to him. He left the blade buried in the krogen's stump of a neck as he danced to the next one, taking his leasurly time.<br/>The next he drove two blades into, the third was pinned to the metal wall by a blade through the sholder and another through the wrist, he did not die being a krogen he was especally hardy. Avelo was suprised at it's resiliance to pain, and pinned the other arm to the wall.<br/><br/>His interist was cut short as a burst of fire was deflected into the Krogen's skull. He was having a ball.