[Center]Barnabus, the Bear and Dr Frankenstein (The monster) [/center] --- Having dislocated his arm, Bjorn was trying more than anything to simply ignore the occasional pain that came when a bullet collided with his shield, sending shudders through his body and up to the injured joint. The fact that the Asylum was acting so…Child-like was a strange turn: he didn’t know what to expect when he aligned himself with an asylum, only that it was important. Hell, the Asylum had presented a set of empirical, irrefutable facts to make that point come across. And yet, this was not the same person who wove words with intellect and pure knowledge: This was a fearless little girl. Bjorn felt himself inhale quietly at the feel of the woman prodding at his dislocated arm: and was about to ask her to stop when she shouted out her intent to ‘fix it.’ The sickening crunch of his arm relocating and popping back into place was met with the resounding grunt of pain that came from such an action. Few things hurt more than relocating a joint, and even a trained fighter had to acknowledge pain of that level, from time to time. Following Rena’s ‘success’, Bjorn started to flex his fingers and test the movement of his digits. They felt fine enough, if not a little sore, so he reached at his side to grab his maul. It was about this time that Rena took the role of Frankenstein, while he was assigned the role of the monster. A few memories of his youth, playing similar (albeit, less imaginative) games with Thora. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he decided that he would play along. Taking on the droning, booming voice of a more stereotypical rendition of Frankenstein’s monster, Bjorn responded with a “Yes, master” before beginning his slow advance: Shield still high, so as to block any bullets. It was when Barnabus was called out as his ‘bride’ that he burst out laughing. “Me think Master should make me better bride.” It was when the Kings paused to assess the apparent madness of Rena that both melee-focused Asylums seemed to get the idea of attacking. Rena threw a dagger, skewering one grunt through the space between his eyes, while Bjorn went from slow, lumbering and defensive to Aggressive and powerful. With his shield raised still, Bjorn entered a dash that had him in the midst of the Kings, slamming a shield into one and bringing his maul down on another. The sickening crunch of bone was enough to confirm two kills, but the other kings suddenly focused fire on Bjorn and Rena. Bjorn brought up his shield, pinned down by the fairly constant rate of fire. He’d need Barnabus to clear the way, before he could come out swinging again. After all, the priority was keeping Rena safe. --- [Center]Vikings don’t do well underground.[/Center] --- With the scrawny king in front of her, Thora was expecting to find her way to the Asylum very quickly. The boy was sure that he knew where the hell he was going, after all: and that was his meal ticket for maybe not dying today. Sadly, The Forsaken runt was being led by an incompetent man. The little Hispanic fuck had actually gotten his little group lost, so now…well… …Thora was lost. At first, she raged at the Forsaken runt, punching him in the face when he finally admitted that he didn’t know where they were. She had basically figured that much out already, and it seemed the boy was just trying to be honest. Then Thora began raging at the Hispanic man who led the Kings before. At least he died like the insignificant asshole he was. Then she started to rage at the tunnels. Why fucking Tunnels? No landmarks, no stars, no nothing she could use. “This is bullshit! Fucking Alchemy jammers.” And then something hit her. She suddenly slapped her palm against her forehead as the thought came to her mind, and she turned to the King. “Right, kid: I’ve got a deal for you. If you answer my questions, I’ll put in a good word with the big bosses. They might even not kill you. But you gotta answer my questions, understand?” The runt nodded, not sure if he should be happy or terrified. “Okay, here goes. What I need is for you to tell me how you fuckers can use Alchemy. Fact is, a jammer should be workin’ on all of you, if it affects us. There is no way you could have predicted the secondary group being here…” She remembered a conversation she’d had with Bjorn, about how the ‘second element’ or simply, the group of people who’d come in originally to kill the Asylum’s cohorts, were a wild card against the Kings, who might have counter measures for the original alchemists. “…That means that whatever the fuck is stopping my alchemy powers should be unbiased. You guys should be powerless too, so how come you aren’t?”