"What the fuck was that?!" Alysis asked. "Shit! Robert, Nicola, Vincent!" She hesitated, glancing at her would be opponent, but he was too bust ranting about the loss of his open bar. "Saber! Get us over there!" she commanded, and her Servant appeared, picking her up and rushing back towards the dance.
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Jacob groaned, staggering up right. Behind and above him, Berserker shoved a massive chunk of wood off of them. "Are you all right?" he asked. Berserker blinked. "Mmmm." was her response. Satisfied, Jacob turned and spotted the crown warrior. [I]That...is not the guy who left with the crown.[/I] he thought.
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As the building began to collapse, Mark said, "Caster." and took a sip of his wine, frowning slightly. The fiesty wife raised a hand, and from beneath the floor erupted two monstrosities with far too many eyes and tongues. The creatures slouched over Mark and his companions, protecting them from the damage, shoving the ruble back once things had settled.
"Gentlemen." Mark said, his guards turning to him. "Please go...assist the injured." the four men nodded and walked away. Mark swirled the wine around in his glass, taking another sip. He smiled. Perfect.
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Assassin leapt off the wall, flipping midair. As he did so, Assassin seemed to split. Suddenly, there were a dozen Assassins. Then twnety, then fifty. Some of them kicked off each other, pushing themselves back onto the wall, another contingent moved to deal with Alysis and JeeBee. Most of them, however, landed on the dance floor. As one, the Assassins raised their heads, revealing a white mask of a man's face, a thin moustache and an enigmatic smile its only real features.
"Greetings." one of then said.
"My name is Assassin." another said.
"I'm afraid you all must die tonight." a third said almost apologetically. In the hands of fifty Assassins appeared a hundred grenades. The Assassins swarmed forward, attacking everyone and everything still standing in the room.