Jericho, rolling his shoulder after the abrupt landing on the ground so soon after Kein finished working on it, looked at Duncan. [color=Gold]"You do realize the odds of any of us breaking free of that are incredibly SLIM right?[/color] He pulled his pistol free of it's holster and changed the clip, the one in it mostly spent during their retreat to the mansion. He checked it, finding only one round left, and slid it out, tossing the now empty mag aside and loading a fresh one with the last round of the last one inside. Returning the pistol to it's holster, Jericho pulled his scythe free of the sling before heading for the door.

[color=Gold]"In any case, no point in wasting time here. See you all on the other side."[/color] And with that, he dashed forward and leapt out a window, beyond positive that there wouldn't be much left of that mansion by the end of the day. Landing in a roll, he came up sweeping with the scythe, eviscerating a group of soldiers that had broken through the defenses and looked around. Every where he looked it was chaos, with Constantine's soldiers fighting a loosing battle against the frenzied mass of bodies that pushed towards them. [color=Gold][i]Well this is going to suck.[/i][/color] Turning, he barely avoids a swing from the sword of another soldier who'd been sneaking up on him by rolling forward. The next slash is intercepted by the haft of his scythe. [color=Gold]"Time for the Reaper to take his due."[/color] In one smooth motion, he slid the bottom of the scythe up and threw off the sword, knocking it's wielder off balance as he used the momentum to spin and bring the blade through his midriff. The man fell without another sound and Jericho turned on his radio. [color=Gold]{Jericho to all SeeDs, they're almost to the house. Hope you're up for a hell of a party.}[/color]