The late afternoon tranquility, as [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) took the scenic route on his way to his room to reflect upon the day so far, was shattered by alarmingly loud noises as he passed by the cafeteria. Thunderclaps hammered at his ears and shook the air like cannon fire, startling him on his toes. His fingers, through instinctive reflex, already gripped tightly his crucifix pendant as he looked bewildered in the general direction wherefrom the unholy cacophony emanated; and not long after, he was sprinting after it.

He burst through the entrance of the cafeteria and the chaos that made a wreck of the place was worse than he imagined at first. It seemed that almost everyone had activated their abilities and was now hammering at the most obvious target at the near center of the room: an armored titan, a hulking parody of man cobbled together from nearby scrap and whatever else was available and now forced to walk and swing and swipe by its master.

But who directed it? He couldn't know. Far too many things were happening all at once. But, he thought he could make out a familiar face or two through the hurricane of firepower.

_"What a ruckus!"_ Cadwal understated, exhilaration unhidden in his mind-voice. _"It's almost as bad as when I first entered Jerusalem!"_

A girl with wings then suddenly swooped by Timothy, sending a gust of wind that almost voided him of his glasses.

_"Bloody hell, boy, that one's got angel wings!"_

"What in the **_hell_** is going on here?!" Timothy yelled, his face contorted in confusion and a bit of ire. Though part of him wanted to summon a Holy Ghost or two right then and there, he did not want to act too rashly; he had just discovered that he was part of a ring of idle bystanders, and this probably wasn't a gratuitous free-for-all.

But he still held the silver that hung from his neck. If something went wrong, a few words was all it took.