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In one moment, the Chosen was shouting with glee as his bident went through the torso of an Ashigaru, surrounded by the light red purity of Samurai warriors and the dark bloody red savagery of the Damned. It was a moment in which he was truly enjoying himself. Of course it had to be spoiled.
'Chosen!'
He turned around. A Warrior was running towards him, spooked by something. It was unnatural, because even the Samurai were frightened by it. That Warrior's gauntlet covered claw was pointing skywards, so the Chosen swung around and spotted what they were shouting about. Violet strings of light falling through the sky. Just an ordinary looking thing, no different to him than a shooting star or chemtrail. But it was horrifying, to be sure. The star was shot, and it was headed right for them. Perhaps not for them, but the planet itself.
That string split off, into nearly four streaks more, and impacted the ground. The crackle of its pop shattered their ears, and a force swept much of them off their feet. Nuclear heat, and even Psychic energy scorched the land. The refugee camp set up by the officials outside Kloa was blasted away, everyone there dying in an instant. Much of the Samurai's army on the field died, but unfortunately so did many of the Damned and their creatures stuck in the fray.
The Chosen was thrown back and bumped his head, nasty. He fell unconscious.
