The Crimson Unity
The Grand Crimson, a fearsome beast in a metal mask with shiny blood soaked skin BULGING with muscles, had called for a meeting with a single command. "Enough!" The screen shook as like a dozen DKs had roared at the same time, and the Jr. Rogs who were going about collecting scintillating items to add to their precious pile, froze, a tear formed in their collective eye. The Crimson Project had been draining precious crystals for long enough. He caught the eye of the Head of the research team, a crimson with stunted wings wrapped almost entirely with bandages.
"Well?? Are our army of teleporting Geist Balrogs ready to rip those puny adventurers apart?" He roared, and the cavern in the air, hidden tantalisingly close to Orbis Cloud Park, shook again. The Jr. Rogs dived for cover as their leader raged at the designer. "Yes… Oh fowl one…" the bandaged balrog blinked through its one eye that wasn't bandaged, bowing deeply. "Are their skins… resistant against any forms of magic? Fire? Cold? Poison? Lighting? And that thrice-accursed damnable Holy?! The Cavernous cavern shook again, and small rocks teeter-tottered about on the ground, and more fell from the ceiling. A nod.
"Splendid. You have done Splendidly!!" "But Sir…" But the Grand Crimson had already reached for the SuperMegaphone and was hollering into it.. Puzzled workers, eager adventurers and penny-pinching beginners alike stopped in their tracks to listen.
"LISTEN UP YOU PUNY HUM-ANS. WE HAVE PERFECTED THE PURPLE BALROG!! WE ARE COMING.. insert sound of lipsmacking and copious drool WE WILL EAT YOUR BABIES… smacksmack AND USE YOUR BONES TO PICK OUR TEETH!! AND THERE'S NOT A THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP US!! ADIOS!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!
With that, the Testerone Pepped up 'Sirens' legion were launched. They were like the usual brown crimson, with glowing red eye, and horned metal mask, 6 pack, great leathery wings and black lightning at their fingertips, but were purple all over. They swooped high above the adventurers and teleporting down on them with astounding speed, doing unbelievable damage.. ArchMages fell like flies everywhere as their Meteors and Blizzards did 1 damage and their powerful summons of Red Haf, and even Ifrit and Elquine were dispelled with a cruel horizontally downward Slash of a pointed claw. Cries of terror filled the air, and clerics hurried about doing what they could. Even the power of the Bishop's genesis couldn't slow down the Crimson Tides. Everything seemed lost……
Suddenly, a low level Crossbowman fired an arrow bomb. And Stunned a batch of them，making them easy prey for the warriors to charge up and hack them to nothingness. Getting the picture quickly, rogues quickly hit the purple monsterities with Disorder, and Night Lords planned and executed careful Ninja Ambushes on them. As the last of the Geist Balrogs turned into a black rune and faded, the humans cheered loudly and set about improving their stats and looting the item drops. The heroes had won the day!!
The seething Grand Crimson was beside himself with rage, overturning his bone throne and scattering the cold eyes huddled at his feet. "Just You Wait!! We'll Get You Next Time!!" He turned his rage to his enginner. "Im going to break your scrawy little leg for this... you didn't study them hard enough!! ＧＲＲＲＲＡＡＷＷＷＷＷＷＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨＨ！！！！＂
The Bandaged Balrog backed off slowly from the dealer of pain as he ｓｈｏｏｋ ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｄ ｓｌｅｅｐｉｌｙ ａｎｄ mumbled to himself. "I tried to tell Sire……. They only have perfect defence against magic attacks… They are very weak against status…."