Hellfire [Open Event Thread]

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Kail was slightly surprised at the explosion and took his aim again. The weapon charges up and he pulls the trigger on it and it fires. The orb flies at breakneck speeds and it explodes into the gallows rendering those with weak wills to only see infinite darkness. The only range they could see would be right in front of there face. He then pulls something on the railgun to rest the launcher on it. He reaches into a side pocket he had and places a spike into the latch. He takes aim again and the same sound of sparks could be heard, as the blond charged up again. He selected a lightly armored guardsman and then fired this round flying through the sky again. Finding its target in the soldier's chest and going through him and slamming into another soldier. Knocking that man down and open for an attack. Kail then pulls out another spike and puts it into the railgun.

"Open season on you asshats" he said and was charging up for another shot. Did he feel remorse for what he was doing and killing these guards? He did as some of these men and women had either families to go back to or were starting. Some were could have been sons or daughters and he knew that he was perminantly taking them away from them. A peaceful solution was out the window plus he nor the other fated that he knew had done nothing bad.

[Serenity Caine]

Serenity heard the boom, and shut the tunnel. She knew where both Rivers and Aria were, but had no notion as to what had happened next. She knew her part, and she knew Rivers would inform her when to open the tunnels, but until then, she would do what she could to help Kail, or, rather, do what he said, to help the others. She wasn't aware of the damage the bomb had caused, she didn't even know what was in the pit- just that Rivers wanted the bomb there- that's where she sent it. Her entire body was tense now, nervous for the outcomes. She knew that once that bomb went off, everyone else jumped in and began the fight. She heard Kail speak, and felt her chest tighten for a moment, as wha he said hit her hard. She didn't react, not now. She was selfish, but not so much as to make this about her. There were bigger things to worry about.

Kail, what now? She felt as though she should know the answer, but regardless she asked. If she screwed up now, well, she didn't want to imagine the outcome from it.

[Roxanne]

Roxanne moved through tunnel, following behind Rivers and Shy. She had heard Aria and could tell that the woman was clearly pissed at this, but there wasn't time to deal with that and it was too late to change things. Drawing her katana, she moved to help clear the guards from around Claire.

One guard went down with a short thrust of the hilt to his face, spinning she clipped the ankles on two more before flat out kicking a final guard off the platform, foot square to the chest. There was now plenty of room, but she could see other guards moving towards them already and some of the braver male peasants. Grinning under her mask, she snapped her fingers as she concentrated. A moment later the platform was protected by a wall of flame, stretching across the front, blocking the stairs, and not harming those chained. She hoped it would buy them some time; the flames shouldn't spread and would go out when she left, so that wasn't a concern either. The only worry was people putting them out or getting burned, the latter of which would not be her fault.

[Sima Oratio]

Sima had stayed behind the group, unsure of how he should interact. He knew Rivers slightly, but the rest of the group was a mystery to him. The smell of this place was horrifying. Sima had a nose that was stronger than even bloodhounds, and this wasn't something not easily tolerated, yet for him it was oddly familiar. He could smell Aria, and Claire, not to mention able to pick out almost any in the crowd. If there was someone here Sima could smell it. Of course, near the pits was a bit more difficult. The smells of blood slightly interfering with his scent. If it was one persons scent it would be easier, but he had to sift through multiples, which made it taxing.  

Sima kept his hair in a pony tail today, trying to keep as much about his appearance hidden as possible. Wearing darker clothing, and a half balaclava that only kept his mouth and nose hidden. It was enough to keep his face from being remembered. When the group moved through the portal Sima moved along with enough speed to make his way quickly.  

With a face full of no emotion, nothing but a glare of determination. Sima made his way to all he knew, the target, Claire. Everything else was more than likely expendable. His body was filled with adrenaline, the thrill of once again being in combat. Sima did not have his weapon of choice, in fact he had no weapon at all. If he had a katana with him he would have killed much more fluidly, however he was more than able to defend himself with his bare hands. Using nothing but quick reactions, and blazing speed, Sima used his bare hands like daggers. He plunged them into the chests of his victims, and was able to do this quite easily thanks to his own combat experience which has not seemed to degrade too much over the years.  

He quickly raised quite a good kill count, the blood stuck to his hands quite easily, and kept wafting up to his nose. Sima hated the smell, but loved the hunt. As one of the others in the group made a barrier out of fire, he used the opportunity to get to Claire.  

Sima was very good at dispatching opposition. However, he was not good at keeping his mortal body in good shape. Doing this put a tremendous amount of pressure on his body, and his arms and legs already began to feel stressed. This was because Sima using his demonic abilities. Tremendous strength was required to push his hand through someones chest. His arm muscles were sore, and his muscle threatened to tear. Sima's legs were beginning to feel sore thanks to the amount of speed he was pushing. If Sima was not careful he could tear his muscle, or break a bone. He made his way quickly to the target. Looking at the restraints. He raised his very bloody hands, aiming to remove the restraints. He knew that he would most likely break his hands on metal shackles, but it would in fact free Claire. He may have the strength to tear metal, but his body did not yet have the resiliency. Sima knew he could be healed by the very woman he loved, but he also knew how her powers worked, and was beginning to worry.  

Sima was very good at dealing with pain. So much so that a broken arm, a torn muscle, would not be enough to stop him from killing at rates of warriors that were perfectly fine. However, this made him a ticking time bomb. He had to measure his risks strategically, because if these wounds were left untreated for too long than there danger to his body would only grow, and could easily lead to death. Sima knew that the stress his body was taking from his powers, would also be felt by the woman that would most likely heal him. He didn't want to send that type of trauma to someone he cared about.

[Louie Kanto]

THUD.

"MMpplthat makess fffffffffffifteeen--------WWINNER!!!" Slurs a man over the bar at the bartender, who promptly fetches a replacement bottle from the shelf, grinning as he pours another shot and hands it to his patron. "Damn, I've seen a lot of shit in my day, but I've never seen anyone kill fifteen shots without breathing. You are one sick bastard." "MMffthank you, you're----too kind." Killing number sixteen, the man produces a small satchel, and rubs a pinch of powdered herbs into his cheek, leans back on his stool, and then shakes his head briskly, slams his fist into the bar, and comes alert. "WOAH-HO-YEAH!! That's the stuff; hey buddy, what's the buzz around town?-these yokels are all riled up about something, huh?-you guys got a latrine around here?" He leans forward, looking the bartender square in the eye, as close as possible without touching, and holds his arm outstretched, making a fist. The bartender fumbles a bit, then stammers an attempt at an appropriate response, which is immediately interrupted by screeching.

"OUTTA THA WAYY!! MOVE YOUR ASS, CRAAA!! HEY DRUNKIE, MOVE IT, RAAACCK!!"

"There he is."

The man's attention snapped to the entrance of the bar, where a large cockatiel was jabbering at the other patrons, trying to make its way into the bar. It was flapping frantically, shouting obscenities at the civilians blocking the doorway. After a well-placed bite and piercing screech, the crowd dispersed, and the bird hurried toward the man at the bar, clutching to his outstretched arm. He pecked at the leather wrap underneath his claws, and thrashed his wings, obviously agitated. "WE GOTTA GO!! NO TIME!!! MOVE YOUR ASS!! HEY DRUNKIE, MOVE IT, RAAACKK!!"

"OW, OW, WHAT'S THE DEAL, MAN?!" The man stumbled back, covering his face, without trying to strike back at the bird. His hood falls back from the altercation, and reveals a bronze complexion with dark red hair-dreadlocked and pulled back in a bundle. "QUIT IT!" He shouts and shakes his arm, checking the bird's attack. His action is effective, but it does not silence the bird, who continues to shout at him. "WE GOTTA GO!!! HEY DRUNKIE, MOVE YOUR ASS!!! IT'S STARTING WITHOUT US!! NO TIME----

His calls are interrupted at last by a loud bang, dulled by distance and followed by a firm tremor, accented by the screams of a large crowd.

"OH FF--

The man throws two coins at the bartender as he stumbles out the door, fumbling in his dark red cloak, and producing a vial of powdered Lunar Flower, while at a full run. The tail of his red cloak bounced off the heels of his boots as he sprinted towards the execution arena, dodging panicked civilians as they began to pour out of the Gallows. "Well, here goes!!" He grins, and opens the vial, pouring its contents into his mouth. His pink-feathered companion was now well above the roofline, calling out phrases to its master. "Time to go for a walk..." Producing a staff from his cloak, he fits a crescent wedge onto one end, and a smaller, square wedge onto the other, connecting them with an unseen mechanism. Grasping the staff toward the crescent, he gives a light twist, and the head comes loose, attached by a fine steel chain. Nearly to the entrance of the Gallows, his sprinting stride begins to slacken, producing higher, lumbering strides that gave way to skipping.



The sounds of screaming and clashing of armor could be distinctly heard as the man enters the Gallows, blissfully skipping with an expression of pure joy, the crescent blade beginning to flail wildly at an ever-increasing distance from the staff. Giggling playfully, the man begins to leap about the fray, spinning pirouettes as he approaches the chained Fated. From his perspective, long swaths of glowing color had begun to replace most of the solid material around him, and wine drops rained from a clear sky upon the iridescent grass now inexplicably covering a peaceful meadow. "How'd I get in a meadow? He thought to himself. "Wasn't I supposed to...OH YEAH, THOSE FATED GUYS!!!

The guard skirmishing with Séanait drew back to strike, then stopped short, yanked to the ground by the staff chain. Leaping gracefully amidst Rivers and Séanait, he bowed low, then rose, leaned forward grasping the staff, and leapt past the group onto the stage, decapitating the guard as the crescent circled his neck. Retracting the chain with a similar twist as before, he now stood facing the group, the pit behind him and the execution platform above, extended his arms, and addressed the group.

"Friends! Brothers! Neighbors! Woodland folk of all the forest! Let us be free this glorious day! BEHOLD!! I UNBIND THE CHAINS OF OPPRESSION!!! SO SAYTH ME AN THE BIG BREASTED WOMAN WHO PAID ME TO DO THIS !!!" The cockatiel presently was at the task of picking the lock on Aria's chains, which it managed with great dexterity, before returning to alight on the now chuckling man who readily dispatched two more guards.

"INTERLOPERS!!! YOU WILL NOT CUT DOWN THE GREAT FOREST SPIRIT!!!" Bolting toward the Fated, he began the break the chains binding them to the wall, shouting "RUN!! THEY CAN'T CATCH YOU IN YOUR NESTS!! BE FREEEEEE!!!"

[Garrett Blade]

Garret's head was swimming, his temples hot with blood. He had been mentally preparing himself all night for the task now before him, and he felt as though he floated above himself, watching his body work by muscle memory. This woman…so familiar, it began to torment him. She looked so much like the woman who had helped raise him and his younger sister until that horrible event so many years ago in the past of his own world. The material of his cloak was causing him to sweat. His thoughts ran rampant, and he thought of his sister in their childhood. Her tiny child like elegance, even her smile, remained untouched after all this time. Her silver hair, pale round features and golden gentle eyes staring back at him with contempt.

' If you were here now my sweet Aurora, what would you think of me? You never did like executions…So, Please do not judge my actions on the other side--- I know for sure if my 'real' father could see me now, He would kill me for even holding this blade towards this woman. However, if I don't do this, then all I have worked for is lost, and a more obedient soldier will turn the blade on me. This is a new chance for me. I have to do this."


He stood at attention, sword drawn, while the priest was finishing his proclamation, his skin tingling and his ears burning, anticipating the deed. Claire's hushed pleas stuck him like a knife, making his stomach churn and his mouth parch. The speech ended, and Garret pulled himself back into his body as best he could, trying to block the images from his childhood now assailing him, when suddenly, a fierce shock threw him off balance, and shook him out of his trance. As he wheeled around, the presence of several armed intruders combined with a rain of blood and mana shards caught him off guard, and Roxanne's forceful kick knocked him backward, over the edge of the pit. As he staggered, his adrenaline turned his focus to the growls coming from below, and he lost his grip on the sword's hilt. Catching hold of the rim of the pit, Garret dangled precariously, his fingernails digging into the stone. Just as he managed to stabilize himself, searing pain broke out across his hands as flames engulfed the podium, and Garret shouted, more from anger than from the pain. Below, strange shrieks and calls rang out of the pit, creating an unearthly wailing in the Gallows, as the screams from above finally broke the last haziness in Garret's mind.

Rallying himself, Garret sprang to the lip of the pit, surveying the chaos, prioritizing his actions. Lunatic shouting drew his focus, and he immediately recognized a familiar mercenary's voice coming from the platform above him.

 "No, NO, why is HE here? Damnit, DAMNIT!! This day SUCKS ASS!!" He yelled out in pure frustration.

Aria's call hadn't had the time to sink in in light of the situation, but the crazed orator above had jarred Garret, who now realized that whatever was making the horrible sounds below was now at liberty SOMEWHERE in the city-another item on his quickly-growing to-do list. "OK, I got this." He grumbles frustratingly under his breath.

He draws three obsidian-tipped daggers with each hand from his belt, and lets them fly past the support posts of the stage, sticking them deeply in the wood of the platform. Drawing the razor lines taught, he breaks into a run underneath the structure, and a faint splintering and cracking becomes increasingly noticeable. As he reaches the far end of the structure, he turns and squares his stance, gripping the razorline rings and pulling with his full strength.

"You're not going ANYWHERE!!"

A groaning sound emanates from the wood of the platform, and a shuddering can be felt as the beams begin to splinter under their own weight.

[Claire]

The amphitheater was in chaos. From atop the royal box women clutched together, screaming. Men were busying themselves looking for a way out, to save themselves from the crowd shrieking below. Severine clutched at the window, her expression tight with fury. Aveline watched her mother, speechless with horror and clutching her seat tightly. This had gone wrong, so very wrong. Eventually Severine turned, shouting at one of the white-cloaked guards in the box.

“Go down there and do not let the escape!” she screamed and the guard jolted, knocked out of his trance. The guard began to make his way down, followed by three other white-cloaked guards. The nobility began to flee the box as well, Severine and Aveline among them, trying to get down without being shot or trampled.


Seanait:

The guards lay in a heap surrounding the woman, each groaning and screaming in turn. Their friends turned to each other, another group of three, broader-shouldered and taller than the boys she had cut down. Their numbers were already scattered, some fleeing, others had bigger priorities. The oldest of the three, his beard streaked with white and blood, pulled the longsword from the sheath at his hip. The younger men flanking him did the same and nodded and they rushed at her at once with a cry.

Kail and Serenity:

From above the fray, only screaming could be heard. There were no words here, only the frantic screams of the trapped. When Kail’s bolt of darkness hit it’s mark, the screams turned to anguished wails. Men and women and children clutched their faces, stumbling into one another, falling from the swaying bleachers to the pavement below and an unlucky few into the pit meant for the condemned woman. The crowd was beginning to thin out, but a trail of bodies were being left behind- bloody, trampled, still.


Before Claire could get another word out, the dark-haired man was suddenly shoved forward towards the pit. Then she found herself surrounded by people rushing out from below the gallows. Claire whipped her head back and forth as screams and a sudden rush of heat filled the air and she stumbled forward to avoid being consumed by the wall of flame. As the strange masked man rushed at her, bloody hands outstretched, Claire pushed herself back again as fast as she could manage to avoid being caught.

There was a sudden and horrid sound, a splintering a wood, a sickening crunch, then the platform began to collapse. Claire looked up and with all her strength she pushed herself forward, running out from under the collapsing platform. The ancient structure of wood fell, suddenly cutting off the access to Rivers’s tunnel. The wood slid forward into the wall of flame and the flames began to creep up, eating away at the wood at an alarming rate, climbing towards the gallows.

The easy way out for the Fated was gone now, consumed by flames.

Claire struggled for breath as the flames and ash began to rise and she looked back to the wall of Fated chained to the wall. It wouldn’t be long before the flames reached them. There was a guard stand there, struck dumb by the sudden fire with a ring of keys around his belt, and Claire rushed at him. She flung the chains around her wrists around the man’s neck and jerked back with all the strength she could manage, forcing the man to collapse to his knees. Claire pulled his sword from its sheath and the ring of keys from his belt and ran past him, unlocking the chains around her wrists.

The strange man with the red hair was beginning to do some work breaking free the men and women trapped by the chains and some were already beginning to run, blending in with the fleeing crowd. Claire ran to Aria, unlocking the chains that the bird hadn’t managed to get to yet.

“Get out of here.” Claire shoved the sword into Aria’s hands before stumbling back to collect another sword that had been discarded on the ground. Her voice was clearly hoarse, from lack of water or the growing fire, it was hard to tell. She looked back to the group of strange men and women fighting in the thick of the flames and chaos- strangers, all of them. Except for one, but it may have just been that the back of their head looked disturbingly familiar. They had caused this- this amount of death and destruction.

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Aria was just disgusted by how this turned out; the look of disgust was evident on her face. It turned to a look of horror as Garrett was kicked into the pit by Roxy. Aria lunged forward only to get caught by her chains.

”MINE!”

She turned around and looked at her chains; if she transformed she could probably rip them out of the wood that held her in place. However a semi familiar pink bird landed on her wrist; and began to work on the chains. Her eyes went back to the pit; a wave of relief washing over her as Garrett hopped out. Aria sent a message to Roxanne; the pin that she carried would suddenly turn scorching hot as Arias consciousness hit her hard ’Harm Mine again and I will not hesitate to skin you alive and make you into a new leather coat, got it. Now go get Rivers and tell him to go get Otty, Tres, and Lilith; we need healers for those that are left alive after this fiasco’

Aria turned back to the bird as it worked on the chains around her neck; they were the first to go. A trickle of blood ran down her neck as the metal fell and scabbed skin went with it. As the chains were being removed Arias consciousness arced out to Otty back home. ’Get all the potions, and lunar flowers, and healing supplies you can carry, and get Lilith and Tres. Bring food for them, they’re going to need to pace themselves when they get here.’ Aria turned her attention back to the platform as Garrett began to bring it down; an attempt to bring Claire down with it. Flames leapt up….she needed to get out of these chains. The bird removed the one of the ones around her wrist and Claire came running up and finished the other while shoving a sword into her hand.

”…. I hope you are prepared to accept to the consequences for what will happen if you run.”

Dark red scales began to cover parts of her body as she darted off; if Claire was to run she would have no part in it. Aria’s primary focus was getting at least closer to Garrett if things went wrong; she would have his back…and promptly rip out anyone’s throat who tried to pull a Roxy…. Probably Blondie… Aria placed herself in front of Garrett, large leathery red wings burst from her back, tearing the back of the shirt she wore. They stretched out forming a barrier. If the manna crystals caught flame; she could protect him from some of the blast…. Aria concentrated on the flames, her eyes starting to glow a orange gold as her magic spread out. Orange gold sparks ran along the ground and intermingled with the flames. She outstretched one hand and the flames shot up higher before suddenly being whipped into the middle of the pit. The fiery inferno began to spin; hovering over the pit. Slowly at first but it gained speed sucking in the ash from the air into its center. The winds caused by the fire devil began to whip her long hair around her; her feet dug into the ground as the winds pushed back on her wings that were outstretched as a shield to whomever took shelter behind her.

The fire devil was contained; it spun neatly in the center not touching anything as Aria contained it. It would take some time to get it to this point; when it was controlled she jerked her hand and swept it around her. The fire devil arched and in a rapid fiery ribbon whipped around the area, not touching the ground but successfully making a barrier around the area. She was careful to avoid going near the manna crystals that were scattered about; along with making sure no more civilians were burned.

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One of the guards hadn't been fooled by her crazy act, or else had decided that it was better to try and rush her before she did any kind of freaky magic, and came at Séanait by himself. She was about to deflect his cut with her shield when some kind of chain or wire wrapped around the man's neck and a crazy man vaulted onto the gallows, pulling the guard off balance. Séanait caught sight of a pink bird following the man and tried to divide her attention between the insane man and three guards who looked like they were about to attack. The crazy man bowed, decapitated the guard with a pull of his staff and leaped away, so Séanait put him out of her mind and focused on the three guards facing her.

Three against one is not usually a survivable fight. If she had had her spear, Séanait might have been able to hold off the men until some help came, but she knew that with only her langseax and shield she was dead meat if the guards came at her all at once. She was so full of adrenaline now that the fear barely touched her. She knew that she was going to die, no matter how hard she fought. All she could hope to do was keep the guards off Claire long enough for the others to get her back through the portal. If Séanait could keep the guards busy long enough, she could make her death worthwhile.

"Helena, lend me strength," She whispered as the greybeard drew his longsword and the other two guards moved to flank her. Séanait didn't feel any burst of strength, which was disappointing, but understandable. Helena was probably still pissed at her for losing in the Tournament. She gave a mental shrug and, knowing that staying still would mean a quick death, she counter charged the three guardsmen.

As she raced towards her foes, Séanait's mind searched rapidly for the solution which would prolong her life the most. Attacking head on would see her killed the quickest, with the greybeard keeping her pinned which the other two took her form the sides. What she needed to do was attack one of the men on her flanks. She watched through the eye holes of her helmet as the greybeard aimed a cut at her head, no doubt designed to force her to raise her shield and leave herself open to attack from either side.

At the last moment, Séanait threw herself to her left, striking with her shield. She felt the shield connect with something, whether the man's body or his sword she didn't know, and then she hit him with her body. Her shield was forced back into her body, the rim bouncing off the side of her helmet, but she barely felt it through the adrenaline. She stabbed as the man went down, the langseax scraping off the man's breastplate once, twice, three times before they hit the ground. The shock jarred her, but she stabbed once more, this time getting the man in the neck, before rolling away.

A cold line was drawn across Séanait's shin as a sword found her, and then she was trying to get up. A sword bit deep into her shield and there was a sharp pain and another thrust directly into her side. It bruised her ribs, but the mail and aketon kept it from actually killing her. Still, Séanait might have died then and there if the whole platform hadn't suddenly collapsed. She found herself sliding uncontrollably across the rough wood and then was launched into the air as the whole assembly slammed into the ground. She hit the ground hard, although luckily in enough of a roll that she didn't break anything. Unfortunately, she lost her grip on her langseax when she hit the ground.

Groggily trying to stand, Séanait saw that one of the guards had managed to control his fall and had kept hold of his sword. He had already gotten to his feet and was now advancing on her. Séanait's hand groped for a weapon - something, anything - and her gloved hands closed on what felt like a rock. In desperation, she threw it at him as hard as she could form her knees and scrambled to get back to her feet. She'd only meant the rock as a distraction, but it hit the man in the chest and exploded. A piece of shrapnel from the man's breastplate hit the cheek guard of Séanait's helmet so hard that it penetrated right through into her cheek. Another piece lodged in her thigh and caused a red hot jab of pain.

Stunned, Séanait didn't do anything for a moment. Then, without warning, a massive barrier of flame sprang up around where they were. Shocked back into the real world by the unexpected magic, Séanait heard a foot crunch on rubble behind her, and she threw herself out of the way as a sword whistled right through where her neck had been a moment before. Her hand groped around for another rock, but all she could find was a splintered piece of wood. Séanait met the third guard's second stroke on her shield and came to her feet despite the burning in her legs. She deflected a third strike to her left and, keeping her shield between the sword and her body, stepped in and thrust her splintered piece of wood into the man's face. He reeled backwards, lost his footing on a patch of rubble and fell to one knee. Séanait poked out one of his eyes and slammed the rim of her shield into his face. Screaming, the man dropped his sword and clutched at his face. It didn't take Séanait long to dropped her improvised weapon and take the guard's sword. The guard she killed, although not out of any sense of hatred or mercy. She just didn't want to take the risk of leaving him alive.

Armed once more, Séanait turned and surveyed the battlefield for her next opponent, hoping that there wouldn't be any. The piece of metal sticking out of her cheek guard was tearing at her face every time she so much as twitched her face.

[Rivers]

As Rivers watches Garrett fly over the edge his eyes widen. Ah~ hell, Aria's going to be so pissed! He begins to move to help the man, but he takes care of it himself, right before landing and setting a string to begin destabilizing the platform Rivers and the others were on.

Rivers takes a step into the air, flying above stand as he closes the portal that would now inevitably be useless. Unable to do anything for the bulk of the group Rivers creates a tunnel under Claire, to send her to the cabin in the forest. As the stand finishes collapsing and Aria transforms into a drake and goes to back up Garrett, Rivers eyes widen and his vision begins to turn red.

So you chose a side Rivers thinks to himself as he steps down between Garrett and Aria and the Fated group.

A new tunnel opens in the wreckage near the Fated group and Rivers shouts in a voice filled with command. “Take everyone and get out.” He was speaking to both Shy and Serenity, it was time to withdraw, they had already overstayed their welcome.

A pair of throwing knives appear in Rivers' hands. “If you do not try to go after any of those with me then I will not have to hurt you.” Rivers says, though knowing full well he wouldn't be able to do more than slow Garrett down.

Rivers does not take his eyes off the man before him, but he growls. “Boss, I am responsible for these people, if you try to hurt them I will show no quarter,” Rivers was in a ready stance, and would react to any attacks or moves the pair made if it was towards the Fated.

[Roxanne]

Roxanne was truly enjoying herself in the midst of all the screams, flames, and destruction. However, she managed to keep a level head. After having dispatched the guards, including kicking one over the side, she felt her hair pin burn and would probably have reached to remove it in different circumstances. Aria's voice came through in her thoughts, obviously very very pissed. Roxanne felt a pang of regret for kicking the man over, she didn't know he belonged to Aria. Apologies would have to wait until later though as she nodded to herself at Aria's instructions. She began to move towards Rivers, stopping only briefly to watch a new arrival. The new man seemed slightly familiar but was clearly a bit crazy. Still, he was helping so she just shook her head.

Right about then, the man that belonged to Aria decided it would be a good idea to try and demolish the entire platform. Roxanne wondered who's side he was on as she did a backflip off the structure, landing not too far from Shy. She turned to help the other red head only to discover she didn't it. The woman was certainly dangerous in her own way. Then she saw that Aria had gotten free, which was good. However, she was now transformed into a dragon and had positioned herself between the black haired guard and Rivers. This wouldn't do at all. She noticed he opened a tunnel for the woman they were rescuing, and another appeared by their group so they could escape.

She moved forward within earshot of Rivers first. "We should get some healers here to help the innocent people caught up in this, whoever's left alive. I don't really understand what's going on between you at the moment, but we don't have time for this. Whatever this is, it can be dealt with later, in a safer location," she points out, reasonably calm, before turning and making her escape through the tunnel. I'm sorry Aria, I didn't know that man belonged to you, she said, actual regret, which was rare for her these days, coloring her thoughts as she disappeared.

[Serenity Caine]

Serenity was watching from behind Kail, and from what she could tell, this was not the outcome Rivers had hoped for. Slowly, her eyes widened as a fire spread around the group, making it even harder to see anything. She refrained from speaking to Kail, as she did not want to hinder whatever he was doing, by distracting him. Serenity couldn't tear her eyes away, as much as she wanted to, as people ran and screamed, trampling and dying... while the platform collapsed. Finally, a voice in her head snapped her out of it, and she closed her eyes.

Take everyone, and get out. For herself, she knew she could only take Kail, but regardless, the message was clear.

I'm sorry Mr. Lancaster, but it's time to go. Rivers has made it clear we need to leave. Serenity made a tunnel not more than two feet away from where they hid, and was sure it led back to the cabin. She waited a moment, looked back at Kail, and, though she felt back, she tugged on his arm, and dragged him into the tunnel with her. If Rivers wanted them gone, she would do what she could. Now, she had no doubts that if Kail fought back, she wouldn't be able to hold onto him, and he wouldn't go with her. She was hoping he wouldn't do that.

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"......I am delaying that order....the others can not escape" said Kail as he takes out one of the spiral spikes and reloads his weapon. He saw the carnage below him and saw what Aria did and was infuriated at the fact that she was siding with the bastards that were trying to kill them. The weapon was leveled and it charged up again. The charge was set as it reved up again and took aim. "So, does this mean this is the second dragon I slayed. None the less say hello to my little friend" he then fired the spiral spike went screaming through the ash and blooded skies. He hoped that the body shot would work on Aria. The drill like spike would have drilled through the scaly hide of a dragon. The other thing in the back of his head was that, this was war. As the screams of the people could be heard. Would he have nightmares about this? More then likely, when he bunks down to sleep. Was the blond doing the right thing? He was freeing an innocent person from a wrongful destiny. As well taking a stand as the Fated were not all evil. But none the less, if his attack landed he would retreat with Serenity through the portal. Kail would have a lot of things to think over once he got back to base.

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Aria narrowed her eyes as Rivers came down and stood in front of her; if he was to believe she was against him…fine. She bared her teeth at him, even if she wanted to kick his rump right now she was busy concentrating on keeping the flames controlled. She had nothing to say to him at the moment, her eyes slid over to Roxy; then she heard it…Trigger happy…..trigger happy fuck monkeys…..She heard the whistling charged shot before she saw it. Her bright blue green eyes with slitted pupils looked up. One massive wing came up and shielded herself as she tilted slightly to the side. If she dodged it completely Garrett who was behind her would be hit; and she knew this damn thing was designed to punch through dragon hide…Aria sent a fire blast at it to slow the speed down; the pain came; blood splattered as the spiral spike dug itself through her wing and embedded itself into her shoulder. The force of the hit knocked her back, her other wing drooped down to help support her. She glanced down…most of the spike had been stopped by her wing however a good inch or two was imbedded into her shoulder…better then ripping it clear off. But …it was definitely going to need a healer…She blinked as spots began to swim in her eyes; her teeth bared against the pain. The fire ring began to flicker, the flames jumping out of formation and becoming unstable. The flames began to pulse, as her vision swam….

”Get the guard out; unstable…manna shards”

It was time for all to clear the area; she only hoped that mages in the area would come to secure the unstable crystals. Till then it was time for them all to clear out. Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she struggled to keep from passing out from the pain and keep ahold of the fire. The spike jutted awkwardly out of her shoulder, pining her wind against her, like a messed up one shoulder cloak. Blood running down the scales made them shiny, as droplets splattered on the ground. Her eyes looked up at Rivers. ’I’m with Mine; get out, take the trigger happy primate with you. If people don't fallow orders to get out, that's on them...now leave’

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Diamond had heard of the execution as well as the hunt on the Fated. He had mixed feelings on this matter on this matter. As he knew some but at the same time trying to kill a king was a rather serious matter. None the less he stayed in the city and was not watching the event. Then there was a loud boom and then screaming and the scent of burning wood could be smelled in the air. The white hired male left the Gallows in and ran like a mad man to the execution grounds. Using his honed agility he does several acrobatic moves to get on to the roof tops and then to the top of the stands. For Diamond this was again something he was familure and took a bit to assess the situation as it was totally and utter chaos. Then he felt the massive power of the crystals and his eyes widened greatly. The white haired mercenary did a quick calculation in his head. If they went off it would level most of the third district or more. Diamond jumped off from where he was and into the center of the chaos.

He went into swift action as he landed on the ground with out any injury. Diamond enters a trance and his eyes glow as if they were a prismatic sheen. Then an aura of the same kind of color and he holds up one arm allowing his influence to spread. "I got this" he called out and was doing his best to stabilizing the energy within the crystals and he was putting his all into it. As the mana crystals had the same aura he had. Although these auras were erratic but just every few seconds it was stabilizing.