[center][h1]Helen and Adonai[/h1][/center]

Helen's eyes widened, frozen and stun in place when the Ice spirit's arms shot down. An image of her past flashed when she considered her life might've ended there. Her childhood with Eli, her younger brother, and their family's spirits. Ignis' pact and her uncle's betrayal, her body broken and injured in more ways then one. Blood, metal and war during her enlistment. Even Adonai;s craziness over their airship, fights which ended in passionate nights. All bitter and sweet swam in her eyes, making her angry it had to end here.

A barrier sudden appeared between her and the point. The ice crashed into it but seemed only partly affected, the point digging in farther to impale the doctor. Several shots from Adonai's pistol suddenly found themselves into the Ice Spirit sending many chips flying off its form and onto the floor. It still didn't seem to faze it. The being just pushed more, determined to end the doctor, as it tried to break through the barrier.

Ignis arrived just in the nick of time when it seemed the barrier might've not been enough.

His voice roared and rammed his fire coated body into the Ice Spirit, sending it to its side. The chill of the spear point clipped her ear sending her hand upright and note the sensation of blood on her hand. The Ice Spirit withered as her mind thought of Ignis. Panic and worry flooded her mind, her voice immediately shouted his name. [color=pink]“Ignis!”[/color]

Even if she knew he was no danger of dying, she still held deep affection for the mischievous spirit despite his ability to be a pain in her skirts.

Meanwhile, the others were confronting the other clones easily as they battled and tried to hold their own. It seemed Walkins were coming out of the wood works faster than they could end up destroying them making the scene rather chaotic in nature. It wasn't until one of the clones were near did something horrible happen. Her arms had been wrapped tightly about the two youngsters, shielding them, before she felt the girl suddenly ripped away. Her head jerked in terror, twisting into anger when she saw the bastard pull the child near him, his hand threatening rip a fistful in his snatch. Her instincts stirred when her body moved to stop him.

Adonai quickly put a hand across her to stop her from leaping after the girl. He wanted to stop the Walkins too, but he wanted Helen to stay alive more. [color=00aeef]“Helen. You can't take him. We’ll get the girl back as soon as we can, but you won’t be of any help to her dead.”[/color] The goodness in her heart sometimes stopped his wife from thinking before rushing to help someone. It was annoying, but it was also one of the reasons he loved her.

[color=pink]”Adonai, please he’ll kill her!”[/color]Helen her eyes wide and shock, filled with fear as she struggled to break loose only to settle at his logic. Her attention focused on her husband that she didn’t count on what happened next. 

The boy, naturally, had reacted the same as her. Before she could tighten her grip and stop him, the boy shot off too with a shout and snarl. He tossed himself at the man, his hand reached for a knife behind the counter and tried to stab him. It was pointless as the man shoved him away then pointed his revolver. Helen's eyes widened, her voice screamed loudly while the gun's bang echoed in her ears. The boy looked stun for a moment when he stumbled back. The girl screamed though Walkin's grip held fast, his figure jerking her away.

Helen's body shook. Not just on the outside but deep within her core, her breathing hard and deep until nothing could seem to stop her. The shot looked like it should've hit him dead in the chest, killing him instantly at first. Unknown to Helen, the boy's clothes had been possessed by Harvey and jerked clear, the bullet piercing the kid's shoulder instead. Unaware of what was happening to Walkins, Helen had made her way to Pierce where her trembling hands started to stopper the blood. It bled worse than it looked though the fact it was a child did nothing to calm her. A wounded adult was one thing, but a child was a completely different one.

[color=pink]“Adonai, get my bag now!”[/color] Helen shouted, her hands were already stained red while she forced her mind into her task. [color=pink][i]Calm... calm down damn it,[/i][/color] she scolded herself softly though her body failed to listen.

Adonai holstered his empty pistol quickly - it was empty anyway, and grabbed the bag. He had it to Helen quickly, and noticed the boys wound. It made him queasy to see a child shot like that. Even the worst air-pirates weren’t that brutal. [color=00aeef]“He’ll be alright Helen. If anyone can save him it's you. I believe in you. Just focus.”[/color]

Helen nodded though her skin looked paler by the second as she worked on the boy.

[center][h1]Nahor and Sira[/h1][/center]

When Walkins grabbed the girl, two spirits reacted while Helen was distracted. Nahor, despite his more simple minded he had a fondness for Ignis since both had similar elements. Without thinking twice the horse braced himself and mouth opened, heat gathering as moments later he used Geyser. Water, hot and steamy, rushed forward at the Ice spirit giving Ignis something to draw from.

Just before Eli tackled Walkins to the ground, a flash and claws found themselves in Walkin’s hand. Sira's sudden hiss and yowl was all that told the summon the cause of his pain. The tom's body quickly landed in the girl and would likely knock her down, tossing them both out from harm's way. When they hit the ground, the child might note a slight rumbling purr coming from Sira's throat followed by a gentle meow. His head rubbed softly on her head trying to get her attention. Even in the midst of combat, the tom cat was a loving bastard at least.