Echo pulls out his ax
“principe daemoniorum adiutorium meum intende”
Belial appears out of the darkness
“Now, i cant have this can i? Im the only one that gets to kill you, brother. So for now, we are brothers in arms.”
Skelly pulls out his pistols, ready to fire.
“I’ve never lost a fight, never will.”
“Your a skeleton? Wait your dead?”
Echo smiles under his mask
“I guess ill fight with you for now.”
“Nope go away.”
“Me? Oh boy. Good luck with that, besides im helping you fight HIPPOHIPPO”
“Ha! Good one.” Skelly takes a shot and Hepohepo.
“Thank you very much”
Belial and echo dissipate into the darkness, and land on top of hepohepo
“As cheif of the demons, may i say, father would be very disappointed in you. So much power but so little usage”
He reflects them back with his razor shields, them coming straight for Skelly.
Hepohepo disappears from beneath the two, and three of him reappear. “Try fighting this, maybe you’ll get the real one.” They say in unison.
Belial looks at him
“You cant be serious.”
Skelly shoots them down. Then he shoots the three foes in quick succession.
Echo looks at skelly
“Its high noon 
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“I’ll shoot you too mate.”
“Aw cmon, pardner i was just startin to enjoy yer company”
Echo looks at hepohepo
“I really want him to stab me”
Ooc- did anyone translate what echo said in latin 
They all block like before, aiming the shots at Echo this time.
They wait there. “I really want you to do the same.” They say to Echo.
Echo dodges each bullet, except the last one hitting his knee, but he continues anyway
“Your scared. If you werent you would have tried to kill me already”
“Why do I have to kill you? You should kill you!”
“Seconded”
“No. I’m obviously messing with you, idiot.” He says, laughing. “You really think the embodiment of chaos would be afraid of a little…you?” The teleport to be surrounding him, circling, while another appears, charging at Skelly. @DannyBoyy “Try me.”
“A toa of the undead with a army of millions. Id be scared of me”
Arakhin roars again and charges at hepohepo and bits one of his arms