[color=fff79a][center][h2]Edmund Silvaine[/h2][hr][/center][/color]

Edmund felt his feet lifting off the ground, his left fist tightening hard around his gun as his own symbol glowed. His feet fell firmly on the ceiling once again, with Maya seeming to follow a moment later. The sound of crashing and snapping below were a solid enough indication that the radius of Maya's focus grew smaller. That was fine, he could work with that. As he drew in a breath to comment, Maya cut him off. He recognized the small tone of fear lingering in her voice. She was shook up, and Edmund didn't have to be a genius to put the pieces together as to where her mind kept drifting to. She had known danger once. Edmund's fear had been tempered with years worth of close calls. They were going to have to do a lot more than this to make him afraid. Hell, the second he heard the thundering echo of gunshots mixed with the sounds of impacted plaster nearby, he sprung even closer to Maya. He was hunched between Maya and the gunmen below, exposing to them his armored back. He looked briefly at his revolver, tilting it slightly to get a better view of the chamber. Two bullets... he'd have to keep that in mind.

[color=7041A5]“Your cape! It’s bulletproof right? Give it to me!”[/color] Edmund nodded, channeling a fraction of mana to summon the cape from his armor. He lifted his right hand and unclipped it from his shoulders, draping it over Maya and re-clipping it around her neck in a swift motion to keep her whole body enveloped. In the meantime, Maya proceeded to get in a shouting match with Sara, ending it with an incredulous cry, [color=7041A5]“That bear-fucking bitch is crazy if she thinks I'm going back down [i]there![/i]”[/color]

Edmund simply nodded at Maya, who had crawled under a chandelier, and turned to quickly observe the situation. It took him a moment to reorient his view. Another grappling line had been fired, which Edmund was quickly able to sever the line of once again with a swift cut of his knife... though he knew he would have to find a more permanent solution to their current predicament. He didn't have the broad magical strength to punch a hole through this ceiling and simply escape, and Maya was in no state of mind to undergo something that risky without getting them both killed. The windows were a potential option for egress... the goal was to get out, not stick around and fight against an unknown number of assailants. As much as he would certainly enjoy severing the lives of those that dared to strike against the goddess' chosen... the words of this so called Salome were still ringing in his ear. She had practically laid out their goal: cause panic, start another war. But here, right now... this was something more. A show of force? Kidnapping another Scion seemed to be the aim of the footsoldiers. Given the time between Theo's disappearance and his supposed death... there was value in taking the Scions alive. They wanted more Scions. He needed to get Maya out ASAP.

Those were the thoughts racing through his head as he caught a slight familiar blue glow in the chaos, followed shortly by a much larger red glow from the floor. Edmund spun around, watching in horror as red lights began glowing from throughout the room. He barely had time to process what they were, or what they meant, when his stomach was suddenly heaved up to his chest. Maya's gravity was gone, and so was his. He fell up, spinning over himself ass over tea kettle. The ground above was approaching swiftly. Edmund tightened his left fist once again, praying to the goddess Incepta for some assistance. Luckily, she answered.

While ten feet in the air, Edmund's decent slowed to a near crawl for a moment. He eyed two gunmen nearby, who turned and trained their guns above once again. Edmund looked up, seeing Maya desperately clinging to the chandelier above. Without even questioning it, Edmund's fist glowed. He shifted his gravity diagonally in a straight line towards them, his feet naturally turning towards their direction. He planted a foot onto each of the soldier's shoulders and kicked off of them, sending them careening back as they pull the triggers of their guns. In that moment after impact, Edmund's sigil went dormant as he slid a half a foot on his back, lifting his head to look down his body towards the two soldiers as they were standing up once again only a few feet away. At this point, Edmund's caution was thrown to the wind. The second they were back on their feet, the Templar of Gravity fired two shots. A spray of blood shot out from one of their heads, while the other fell back and gasped for breath as their armor caught the bullet. A loud pang could be heard from Edmund's revolver as the cylinder was automatically ejected. Edmund groaned, holstering his revolver. He lifted his legs and rolled on to his upper back. With a swift motion, he pushed off with his hands as he kipped up to his feet. He unsheathed his knife, walked over to the stunned guard on the ground, and slid the blade over the soldier's throat.

[color=lightskyblue]“Take your Scions and evacuate immediately by any means necessary. Rendezvous with the royal family and go West; the army is staged on Stern Hill, and you [i]will[/i] be there when I arrive.”[/color]

Edmund didn't care to wait for the gurgling to stop to confirm the kill, grabbing the soldier's rifle and slinging the strap over his shoulder. He removed an extra magazine and sword from the soldier's belt and slotted them into his own, looking up towards Maya's location. He looked towards the shattered windows, then back up towards Maya. He held up his hand in the direction of his Scion, the sigil on his hand glowing purple as he focused all he could on lightening the force of gravity on her and her alone. He shouted up towards her, [b][color=fff79a]"Maya... we are leaving. Now."[/color][/b]
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