[u]Kiara and Maeve[/u]

Maeve couldn't help a sudden gasp as a mass of knowledge suddenly filled her mind. She knew exactly who was doing what and why and how they were expected to do it. She glanced briefly at Ethan, before shrugging. It was a good plan, and she didn't have anything better than 'keep attacking until either the Vile was dead, she was dead, or both'. She shotgun, giving the bald man a vicious grin. [color=ed1c24]"Lead the way, oh Matador." [/color]She called as she began to move around, alternating her movements with Ethan's. Whenever he moved in from packing the earth, she would take over. Whenever he moved out, she would move in. It was perhaps a bit less aggressive than she would have liked, but if the plan was to work (and Gods above did she want the plan to work) she had to play her part. No matter how much it seemed like all she was doing was packing dirt and trying not to get brutally murdered by the Vile whenever it saw her, she had to keep doing her part.

Maeve barely dodged an attack that was a bit to close for her comfort, despite the shadow tendril yanking the attack askew, drawing a yelp from the Celtic woman as she dived for the ground and rolled. Her armor was singed. "That was [i]too[/i] fucking close!" She glared over at Ethan as she began to move again. [color=ed1c24]"You owe me a drink for this!"[/color]

Kiara merely smiled as the plan entered her mind. [color=598527]"I can do that."[/color] As planned she began firing her explosive rounds at Illana, keeping one eye on the Vile as she moved to another position. She really, really didn't want that thing to find out where she was hiding and start getting rid of the annoying insect that made all of it's attacks move just enough that they missed. Kiara rapidly settled into a pattern. Move, fire a few shots at Ilana, move to a new position. In between she'd make sure the Vile's attacks missed as best she was able, but there was only so much a not-even-graduated Asylum could do.