"I thought they'd get the message" Avelo sighed. a couple of rounds simply bounced off, the weapons they were using were simple, and even by their own standards primitive. though the armor and fabric looked nearly mideval, the fabrics were interwoven with synthetic materals made to dissapate energy from shots or redirect them depending on the location of surrounding people. the bullets did not stop, they lost energy untill they simply bounced off the fabrics. of course this process took energy in and of itself, simmilar to a shield.<br/>he sighed, and expanded the miniture crossbow, it worked like a rail gun, a spike tipped plasma generator on an steel rod. the blue flaming bolt tore through the Vorcha's weak shield, loging in it's stomach, there was an unpleasent screaming sound as he hit the floor, rolled around, and stopped moving. "it appears your pantheon has far less control than is neccary" sure enough the templars struck crushing another pair of Vorcha with their heavy blades.<br/>As one of them got it into his head to run Avelo flicked his wrist and with a small bright force impacted him in the back of the skull, and yanking him backwards towards Avelo, the golden equine reached out and plucked the Vorcha from the air. "I gave you a warning... you should have heeded it... may your gods greet you with open arms" he tossed the weightless Vorcha over the ledge where he floated out, bounced off a building, and when the field dissapated fell to his death.<br/>"now john... I believe we were discussing culture?"