[color=D2B48C][center][h2][u][b]Rakta[/b][/u][/h2]
City of Thorne - ??? --> Slums[/center][/color]

[b]"No I must disagree--"[/b] shouted Kajad over roar of monsters and terrified screams [b]"--this city is very interesting!"[/b] With swiftness, Kajad ducked the large swinging blade of [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/7/78/IronGiant-type0-psp.png/revision/latest?cb=20140619183311]a very large void beast[/url], lobbed an orb of light, then disappeared in a bright flash, causing the monster to grunt in agony. Several imps began dashing after Kajad and it took Rakta charging bodily into them to catch their attention. As she swung her arms, one of the imps went flying, another was tread underfoot, but several more continued their advance toward her. [color=D2B48C]"You're only saying that--"[/color] Rakta shouted as she bashed the heads of two imps together [color=D2B48C]"--because we have yet to be in real dange--"[/color]
	
	[b]"--watch out!" [/b]

The sharp sound of magical bolts clinging against metal filled Rakta's ears. She didn't need to look over her shoulder to know that Ser Ellismore had likely saved her from a pretty nasty injury.[b] "Where are they all coming from? This is impossible-- we need to seek a place to barricade the Phamet,"[/b] Ser Ellismore managed between heavy panting breaths, fending off several approaching imps in the process.[b] "Once more, as you were not listening, Ser Ellismore,"[/b] Kajad spoke up. Light had gathered between Kajad's palms and when Rakta looked at them, a slight smirk came to her face-- [color=D2B48C]"Promptly, would you!"[/color] Rakta shouted.

[b]"We Phamet do not hide behind walls while others die,"[/b] Kajad repeated for what was likely the thrid time since the city suddenly went crazy. When Kajad held their hands into the air, the beams of light burst from their palms, breaking apart, then scattering, before coming screaming back toward the ground as if they were comets. Explosions of light-- holy infused magic-- rocked the ground around Rakta, Kajad, and Ser Ellismore, in a proficiently casted display of magical prowess. Though every chance to hit an ally could have been possible, what with the nature of the spell, not a single one touched a creature not considered an enemy. The voice beasts screeched and roared, with several dissipating into shadowy puffs of mist but, though it all, Rakta could fully see that the spell, despite how powerful it was, would only buy them time from the inevitable.

Rakta turned to Kajad as the last of the beasts fell, unable to fight, thankful for the bit of rest, but she shook her head. [color=D2B48C]"Phamet, it is wise to retreat,"[/color] Rakta shouted, [color=D2B48C]"We cannot kill them all. We will grow weary, our feet heavy, and they will pull us under."[/color] The sound of steel scraping against stone caught Rakta's attention-- she saw Kajad point to something behind her-- a woosh called out--

Rakta turned, threw her hands up to guard herself, as the Iron Giant swiped it's sword in a sweeping arc. Heavily, the blow landed on Rakta's side and she felt hers side flex and twist oddly, her feet lift from the ground, then the ground smacked her on the side of the head-- she felt quite offended. Dazed, Rakta rolled over, again, feeling her body moving strangely, and witnessed the color draining from the world. 

Oh [i]no[/i].

Shaking her head, Rakta tried her best to fend off the beast taking over, but the sight of the Iron Giant, armor full of holes from where Kajad's magic had pierced through, frustrated her to no end. The numbness from pain quickly settling in fueled that anger-- how could she have been so foolish. That was how people died-- letting their guard down in the middle of a battle-- look, now the others were in danger-- Rakta scolded herself over and over again, spiraling downward into a pit of fury until...

Silence swept over the city-- Rakta's city-- and the beasts moved at nearly half their speed. First was the Giant, blade between her hands, then it shattered into bright silvery stars. The giant flew. Next were Imps, void-drakes, monsters, enemies, attackers, bodies, bodies, bodies... Buildings stood out sharply in her vision-- angles and points-- all else was wrong and soft-- monsters all of them-- this is a cage--

Rakta, though she did not know it, was cleaving a path through the market, to the slums, chopping down beasts and fiends as they stood before her, focused solely on this furious rampage. Behind her Kajad and Ser Ellismore trailed, trying desperately to keep up-- a flash of lightning drew the attention of all three. Nearby a mage was casting spells and in a brief moment of clarity, Rakta directed her charge toward them, figuring that perhaps they needed help.

[sup]Crossing paths with -- [@Lugia][/sup]