Jacob took a glance back towards Tobias and Ravenia, less out of worry for them and more for their roles for the city. At least, that was what he told himself. He was stunned for a second to find them, of all things, still holding each other! It had been at least 30 seconds since the blast went off. But instead of helping finish off the remnants of the dead, there they were CUDDLING! At the very least, Ramera and Anora were holding their own. Now pissed off that his "glorious leader" wasn't even pulling her own weight, Jacob glanced off at what was left. One small group of dead remained in front of him. Jacob charged for a second, then fired one last beam at them, roasting them until the collapsed. Jacob took one last look at the waste around him. The battle was theirs.

Jacob would have wiped sweat off his face if he had a face at the moment. As it stood, however, he did not. Instead, Jacob cracked his neck side to side, making sure he was still in one peace. Jacob gave a loud [b]"Clear!"[/b], announcing their success. Jacob looked back at the two lovebirds, as Ravenia gave him a wave. Jacob again wished he had the benefits of a face so he could glare at the two of them. He settled for calling in his usual emotionless tone [b]"Alright, enough fraternizing. We still have a lot of work ahead of us to make sure the city remains secure. The two of you can do...... whatever it is you do...... AFTER we're done."[/b] He called up at the sky to the two harpies. [b]"Anora, Ramera! Can one of you grab my coat and gloves from the top of the wall? We remember what happened last time I walked in like this. Let's avoid a panic this time."[/b] The coat and gloves would cover most of his skeleton. Only his head would stick out. The reason he wore it wasn't even appearances anyway, though a number of civilians didn't know that. It was actually to minimize the radiation he emitted.

Jacob strode toward the gates as he waited for his coat, also awaiting it to open up. On that note, Jacob once again wondered where Marcus had run off to. He didn't really care, either. They had been in the midst of an attack, and Marcus had just ditched his post. He would have to have a chat with Marcus about that when he got the chance.