[h3]James[/h3]
James was a little way away from the rest of the group, and watched from behind as the remaining shadow children faltered in their attack, flimsy bodies being buffeted by the winds and shockwaves of the battle. James frowned at them as they giggled and danced just out of his reach. Maybe they were intimidated? 

The wind around him rose to almost deafening levels around them. A building grumbled when it was plucked into the sky to reveal a set of blue curtains, that didn’t look quite real, in its place. The curtains juddered apart with a blast of music. The parade had arrived and with it came elephants, giraffes, lions and mice of all different sizes and colours pulling cages decorated with colourful streamers.

James fell into a defensive stance but the parade paid no attention to him and simply continued its way. James placed a finger on his temple to activate the communicator. He looked back to see where the children had been above him but worriedly couldn’t see them anymore.

“The parade’s here.” James looked up at the sky to see a strange creature attack the Walpurgis. Just another Tuesday. “What do we do now?”

A shadow child twirled and giggled nearby hiding behind the animals on parade.


[h3]Natasha[/h3]
Natasha willed herself to move, to get mind back to the battle at hand and her eyes to focus on the buildings flying towards her. Swearing loudly, Natasha reverted to her Fae form and scampered across the cracked window of the building she’d been hurled at. Kicking herself into the air Natasha wings pounded feverishly, trying to push her forward out of the shadow of death and architecture looming closer towards her. Enveloped in darkness Natasha realized she wouldn’t quite make it.

With a thundering crack the shadow above her was ripped apart and Natasha stopped to watch its pieces behind hurled towards the Walpurgis. Natasha took a moment to think and then let an evil grin spread across her face.

Pulling out her box of trick Natasha set it down upon the window, the building she was on remained surprisingly stable, and foraged about inside. She withdrew a red bag, about the size of a human head, and one of the small orbs she used to help craft spells. Her grandmother had always warned her against accidentally damaging them in case. She jammed the orb into the sack filled to the brim with fire shaped crystals of varying size. 

Even when the size of a thumb Natasha lifted the sack up with ease but didn’t dare to lift off too far from the buildings surface in case she was torn away by the raging winds. She stuck out her tongue as she eyed her throw, she assumed the giant fire breathing beast and people fighting high above were on their team Natasha made some efforts to avoid hitting them.

“If I curve it that way it should hit her right in the gob.” Natasha grinned again.

She began to spin. Slowly at first but then faster and faster as she gained momentum until she was just a blur of red and green like a spinning top.

“Bombs away!”

Natasha released and then shielded her eyes to watch the sack go rocketing skyward, rising higher and higher up to the battle on the clouds above where it hung for just a moment. It then slowly began to fall, down and down toward the Walpurgis.