[hider=Lucifer faces the Pride][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/i60t4Yi.png[/img][/center] [b]Bunanigans[/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/wv6nkSY.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/T07Xw1w.png[/img] [b]Hawthorne Manor[/b] Beaten bloody and bruised from the fallen tower, along with her myriad of pre-existing injuries, Moira looked up to the sky. At this strange, unrecognisable figure who floated above them. Who had killed Oren like it was nothing. The sight of Oren as he transformed back into that decrepit old man back from their meal, falling back into the abyss... But it's voice was familiar. His voice. She released her hold on Lucien with a deep scowl. Oren called this... thing Lucifer? Syed also stared, hunched over slightly to try and minimise the horrible pain he was in. Amy had worked wonders, sure. But her power was draining. So it wasn't all that suprising that her pain-numbing magic was weakening too. But at the same time... he didn't dare to look away. At this figure. He was dangerous - so increadibly dangerous. He killed Oren, a man who could bloody regenerate and adapt and become invunerable to attacks like it was nothing. In the blink of an eye. Left him plummetting back into this great fissure in the ground. If it were who he thought he was judging by his voice... weren't they in the same family? Even if he had backtalked him... He terrified him. Then he dissapeared. It wasn't til they heard Nikki's scream that they realised where he had gone. No no NO NO NO! Once more, Marcus had been targetted, but as they were nowhere near they didn't hear the reason why. What they did know though was that there was way too much blood there. This was a serious injury. He finally collapsed, although it was a wonder how he lasted as long as he did thanks to the state he was in. With the attacks Oren threw at him. And for a second time, they weren't really sure if he was still alive or not. Moira's fist clenched around her greatsword, before she launched herself towards him. They were too far. They watched as Nikki was nearly stuck too, only to be saved last second by Trent. And they could do nothing but watch as this Lucifer then turned to Selan. It didn't matter how fast they ran. Even at her fastest, Moira still wasn't fast enough. "SHIT!" she bellowed in fustration. She had to take his attention away from the others. She probably wouldn't survive if she managed it, but if she couldn't who would? They didn't even know where Estelle was - if she was still in a fight with someone. If she was okay. Syed stumbled at he ran - as much as he was running off adrenaline, he too had reached a point of exhaustion. Spots of rain began to fall once more. --- [b]Dannyel[/b] [img]http://i1302.photobucket.com/albums/ag138/enrika01/Dylan2_zps27cb5f1e.png[/img] The monster had been defeated. It's heart was torn clear from it's chest before it collapsed into itself, the beast becoming man once more. He didn't know what to feel, his emotions ricocheting from elation to despair. They had to throw everything they had at the Beast to even make a dent in it yet this villain had destroyed it utterly. What hope did they have? Abraxis was rising. They had fought to get here through the many members of the Hawthorne family, but to what end? What chance did they possibly stand against such a force? Lucifer turned to them, focusing on Marcus. His friend. And he utterly destroyed him, attacking the Wind Mage with a slash that cut him down. There was a moment when time seemed to stand still for Dylan, when Marcus was caught in mid-fall, Nikkolaira's mouth open wide in a cry of pure hate, when it all just clicked. Even if they couldn't beat Lucifer, even if they could not stop the rise of Abraxis, even if the world ended tonight, the Pride would make them suffer for it. The Hawthorne family had already bled and suffered. If, in the end, all they could ensure was a pyrrhic victory, it would be enough for him. Abraxis might rise, but Lucifer would be alone. Whipping his slate out, Dylan quickly put his chalk to the surface and began to draw. Lucifer might have already taken down Marcus, but Selan would not fall! Willing it into being, Dylan ensured that Selan was encased a suit of armor tailored to her slim form. There was not much he could do about the weight of it, knowing that she might find it cumbersome, but should the villain strike he would not cleave through her like he did Marcus. --- [b]Rexcalibur[/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Na1JGZp.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/yO2NSRJ.png[/img] "Marcus!" Trixie screamed, a banshee whose voice ran hoarse. She jolted towards the back, but staggered over and fell, unable to pick herself up in time to resume her dart. Nikki apparently had the same idea - but was swiped away by Trent before she could meet the same fate. But Nikki's safety did nothing to ease Trixie's growing agony. As Lucifer set his eyes next on Selan, as the others began to take action to protect the dancer, Trixie too scrambled to her feet and whipped out her uzis. Her body trembled madly. "You'll pay! You'll pay for that!" "Trixie, no," Amy croaked from behind the prankster. Everyone was going to get themselves killed at this rate - everyone. No matter where they moved, no matter how fast they moved. The cleric herself was on her knees, as if she were pinned to the ground; she couldn't imagine the exhaustion and fatigue the others endured by this point, and if this Lucifer was as powerful as he looked... Marcus was cut down. Trixie was enraged beyond Amy's call, so the latter turned to a healing spell for the fallen mage instead. Her power, however, was faltering. Badly. The usual glow that would transmit from her body to the recipient was faint and without warmth, but she quickly transferred it to her companion nonetheless. Please get up, please get up. Trixie clicked her weapons' triggers numerous times before flinging them behind her. With empty magazines and incredibly shaking hands, the guns were useless. So she dove a hand into one of her belt pockets and pulled out the last of what remained, the very last of its kind. Something, small, round, golden, heavy - like a festive tree ornament. A ticking ornament. She always carried two. Wasting no time, wasting no thoughts, the rattled child chucked the ball northward. Within seconds the mid-southern chunk of the battlefield would become enriched with a deep purple plume. --- [b]Taerinn[/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/q5PjiIP.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/H5KaVNz.png[/img] "Marcus...!" As soon as Marcus fell, there was a flurry of movement. Lisette pushed away from Julius, who was helping to support her. Looking around at the rubble, Lisette saw one end of her bow sticking out, and she immediately rushed to yank it out. As battered as it was, it was still in good enough condition to use. She reached back into her quiver and, unfortunately, discovered that many of her arrows had been displaced when the tower collapsed; she had a couple dozen left, at the most. “We didn’t have that dance yet, did we Selan...?” Lucifer... Did you mean Lucius? No, I'm pretty sure he said Lucifer... Ah, you're confusing me! Moira and Syed took off to do what they could before he could make his next move, but Lisette aimed her bow, mostly to look at the winged man. "I think that's Lord Lucius!" Lisette said to Julius, although surely it mattered little at this point. His threatening remark to Selan did not bode well if they didn't move quickly. Lisette pulled back an arrow and began to channel magical energy into the tip. -------------------- [img]http://i.imgur.com/VQL4rMN.png[/img] Coward... Targeting the weak. Selan flinched when the winged man addressed her, but she stood her ground. All he had done was identify himself, as their ever-hospitable host, Lord Lucius. She was tempted to taunt him with the defeat of Lady Drusilla, but she wasn't about to throw her life away now. Thankfully, Dylan was already on top of it; she couldn't see what he was sketching, but she felt it materialize around her. It was unwieldy and heavy, but she could see no better options for now. At the very least, Dylan's creations were relatively functional if the ballista was anything to go by. "Thank you..." she said to the matter artist, grateful for his quick thinking. She looked back to Lucifer, raising her chin almost defiantly as a helmet began to form around her head.[/hider]