[center][h3]Oram Hellios, Cedar Town[/h3][/center] Jesus. What was the girl’s name? Oram thought for a moment. Gwen? Yeah… That was it… Right? She was fighting. It wasn’t his place to jump in, but he likely would have. Alec finding out he helped the enemy would be a sight to see. Worth any punishment he could dish out. However, soon everything he was thinking would change. He looked around. “This place…” His eyes widened as he whipped around inspecting the area. Blood was splattered along the roads and buildings were burning. It was a small village. At least, relatively small. Sure it wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny either. “What the hell am I doing here?” He grit his teeth, surveying the area. It was just how he remembered. Bodies riddled the street. Men, women, seniors, even children. All of them were dead. Some were on fire as well. The smell of the building and the bodies burning filled his nostrils. It made him sick to his stomach. He stepped back a bit before turning again. “Hey…” He stopped dead in his tracks, having been about to question that Vyper girl. She wasn’t there. “You… What the fuck kinda game are you playing here you rotten old man?!” He shouted staring down Alec Roganoff. The logical explanation would have been that somebody had done something to him. Even Gwen would have been a better suspect. But this scene and Alec just tore away all stems of rationality. He breathed heavily. He’d never wanted to see this place again. He tried so hard to forget. Some nights he didn’t sleep just to avoid nightmares of it. But right now. He was fuming. Absolutely livid. That was probably why he did it. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” He shouted as he charged at Alec(Gwen) and threw a powerful, gravity enhanced punch, followed by a kick, continuing into a medley of quick punches and kicks. ------------------------------------------- [center][h3]Nicolas Grimmond, Clover Town[/h3][/center] One second Nicolas had been helping get a young girl to a safe place. Most other villagers were getting out. At least, those who were dying or dead were. He was going to try and help them too, but his entire plan fell apart when he heard a girl’s voice. Had she stayed quiet she might have just killed him there. But that didn’t seem to be what she wanted anyway. In truth, Nicolas was scared. Terrified. He’d just wanted to help the citizens get out. God, why had he left Trisana? He’d been in too much of a hurry. Too eager to help. This was what it would be like in a guild though, wasn’t it? So he knew he couldn’t let the fear stop him from acting. “With all due respect. I would really rather not play with you.” Nicolas spoke as he grabbed the girl he’d saved moments ago and leaped out of the way. “And sorry if I sound arrogant, but there’s no way my friend would go down so easily.” He thought quite highly of Trisana when it came to battle and the like. Or maybe her own bragging had rubbed off on him and he could only see her that way. Regardless, this situation was what was important. And it was even worse than he could ever have imagined. Not only did he need to fight this seemingly crazy girl, but he had to protect the child behind him. “Stay behind…” He shut up immediately feeling the whip. It hurt. It hurt so much. He definitely wasn’t used to fighting like this. He couldn’t even stop the whip. This girl was good. Avoid and blocking was out of the question cause the strikes came just inside his blind spot. He was vulnerable. Yes, he was. He wasn’t the fighting type. Not to this extent. But he had to do something. He couldn’t just stand there and die so pointlessly. He held up his arm, palm wide open towards Invidia, while he gripped his forearm with his other hand holding it steady. “Ih Ragdo!” He spoke that same ominous language. The language of the Yakuma Clan, just before a tomoe-esque orb of magic, about the size of a basketball, formed in front of his hand. A stronger more skilled mage with this magic likely would have had a larger orb or something, but for him this was fine right. It didn’t matter anyway as the orb quickly took the form of a beam firing at Invidia. This beam was fast and powerful despite his size, and would explode on contact. He’d have liked to avoid as much collateral damage as possible, but his magic was just a bit too destructive when not used in his usual supportive manner.